[HP]Helen Pan

After the Potions class, Ron hurried out of the classroom with Dean and Seamus, and I hurriedly picked up my textbook and followed out in twos and threes.Apparently, Ron didn't want me to follow, and his steps got faster and faster, and he even took Dean and Seamus to trot after him.

"Ronald Weasley!" I ran up quickly and grabbed Ron's hand.

Dean and Seamus glanced at each other, touched their noses, and walked quickly a few steps to make a distance.Ron pulled his hands away uncomfortably and rubbed his hair. He lowered his head and tried not to look into my eyes, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"I want to talk to you." I took Ron to a place near the window in the corridor, then took out the prepared candy from my school bag and stuffed it into his arms, "As your friend, I will protect you for that day." I apologize for Draco's behavior." I said solemnly with a sullen face.

Ron probably didn't expect me to say that. He opened his mouth slightly, and his freckled cheeks slowly took on an unnatural blush.He squeezed the candy bag and rubbed his nose awkwardly, "But...but why..."

I pursed my lips and thought for a while, then said, "Ron, I hope you understand that I also have my own circle of friends, and Draco is also my friend. Imagine if Moody pointed at him with his wand that day." It's Harry, and you can't turn a blind eye." I pursed my lips, feeling inexplicably annoyed at the thought of Draco.

"But that's Malfoy! That disgusting thing! I don't know how you can be friends with that guy. Doesn't he hate Gryffindor?" Ron was excited again, and he complained, the paper bag of candy lying in front of him. There was a low scream in his hand, "Look at what that idiot did today! He was just looking for something to do, and he was looking for... trouble!" Ron seemed unnatural when he spoke, as if deliberately ambiguous a certain name , "Don't he know how much he hates him?"

"He's not just annoying? He's conceited, his eyes are high above his head, he often looks down on people, and he always speaks in a sarcastic way." I pouted and remembered Draco's superior look, and couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Ron snorted, "Then you still say you are friends."

I shrugged my shoulders at his surprised eyes, "Everyone has flaws. I don't need to protect my shortcomings. Although Draco has many flaws, he is quite likable sometimes. For example...for example..." I tilted my head and thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything attractive about Draco. I coughed twice in embarrassment and tried to change the subject.I nudged Ron, and I asked with a smile, "By the way, what do you think about Harry?"

"Harry..." Ron curled his lips. He raised his hand to scratch his hair, then lowered his head muttering, "What else can I think..." He looked at the paper bag in his hand, with obvious disappointment on his face, even His voice became listless, "Fortunately, we are still friends, but he secretly signed up behind my back...the fourth warrior."

I squinted at Ron, then silently calculated.Ron, he's about the age of the bad second year of middle school that mom said?

Turning around, I leaned against the wall like Ron, pulled him closer and said to him in a low voice, "Use your brain to think about Harry's reaction on the day the list was announced. What do you think he needs?" Lie to you, besides, do you think his life is easy now? Who would ask for such hardship?"

Just then a Gryffindor first year came running towards us, I can't name him but I remember seeing him once at the sorting ceremony.He gave me this note, and I opened it to look at it, and I saw the flamboyant and smooth ancient characters—Lester's handwriting.I just remembered that I haven't sorted out his homework for him for a long time.After a hasty goodbye to Ron, I threw my schoolbag over my shoulder and hurried downstairs.

Lester's office was in the same cold, dank basement as Professor Snape's.Every time I come to this place, I have a hairy feeling. The draft blowing across my neck is always creepy.At the corner of the corridor, the door to the Slytherin lounge was suddenly opened, and the heavy friction between the stone door and the floor tiles made people feel uncomfortable all over.

Draco and his two attendants got out of it one after another. I wanted to speed up and rush over, but Draco stopped me by grabbing my wrist.

"Hey!" After Draco motioned Crabbe and Goyle to leave first, he looked around and pulled me aside, "Why didn't you reply to the note I wrote you in class?" He looked like It's Xingshi asking for guilt.Looking at the haughty look on his pale cheeks, I began to wonder how exactly I had just said the guy's likable words.

I sniffed, and habitually clenched the shoulder strap of my schoolbag, "I don't care about you, you bad guy!" As I said that, I rolled my eyes at him, and reached out to push him on the shoulder, " You know? You look so naive. Do you think it's funny to always trouble Harry like this? Hermione is still in the medical wing! To be honest, you can really get angry at a girl. You are a nobleman What about your pure-blood bearing?"

Seeing Draco's gray-blue eyes slowly widen, I continued to scramble before he could speak, "Don't mention your Muggle and pure-blood theory to me, my ears are getting callused. All I know is , you always like to trouble my friends unreasonably!"

"Then..." Draco looked very angry with his eyes wide open, he obviously wanted to say something, but after seeing my obvious unfriendly expression, he pursed his mouth and swallowed, almost speaking in a pleasant manner Asked, "You, aren't you angry?"

I snorted, crossed my arms and looked away from him, "Very angry." At this moment, Lester's office was opened from the inside, Lester leaned out half of his body, handsome face, provocatively With high eyebrows and an impatient look, "Helen, since you're already here, why don't you come in?"

"Professor, I just went in to find you." I gave Draco another look, took off my schoolbag from my shoulders, flung it on Draco intentionally, and then went straight through the door that Lester called walked in.

Later that day, on the parchment Draco sent, the words - Am I really doing too much?

In the absence of my reply for a long time, there was another unusually scribbled sentence - say hello to Miss Granger for me.

I don't think Draco is such a bad guy.

Probably my words had some effect or something else, it is said that Harry and Ron had a quarrel in the dormitory, but the two reconciled the next day.Except for Ron, most people's attitude towards Harry was still just as bad. This depressing atmosphere, accompanied by the nonsense in the "Daily Prophet", lasted until the end of the first game of the Triwizard Tournament.The content of the first game of the Triwizard Tournament is-Dragon Fighting.Cedric was up against a Swedish short-nosed dragon, and he took a risk with a trick that won him the fight.In order to successfully get the golden egg from the Hungarian Horntail, Harry almost risked his life, riding his broomstick over half of the school.But that's not the point, the point is that he won.When Harry escaped from the claws and flames of the hornet dragon and got the golden egg, he was a well-deserved hero of Hogwarts!

After the first round, the conversation quickly shifted from the competition to the approaching Christmas.This Christmas is different from the previous ones. As one of the traditions of the Triwizard Tournament, the school will hold a grand Christmas ball in the coming Christmas. All students in the fourth grade and above of the three schools can attend.

Do you know where the trouble is?

At any dance, you need a partner.

When Hermione and I were studying in the library that day, a group of Durmstrang students appeared out of nowhere.They were generally well built, and the fur cloaks made them look like horses, keeping the two of us firmly in the shadows.Victor Krum stood at the front, and he sat down on the seat next to Hermione dawdly, with an overly restrained expression on his face.He took an envelope from his coat placket and placed it on the table, then slowly pushed it in front of Hermione.Hermione's cheeks were flushed, and she pursed her lips and slowly clamped the envelope into the pages of the book.Then they said something more, but another Durmstrang student's accost distracted me from what they were saying.

"He invited me to the dance." That night, Hermione said sweetly while lying on the bed, "I think I will agree."

I sat on the bed and absent-mindedly sorted out the dress my mother sent me in the morning, and responded indiscriminately.

"Helen, what about you? Who invited you?" Ginny happily sat on my bed. She picked up my dress and looked at it carefully. "It's so beautiful." She admired.

I pouted, then nodded.My mother said that this skirt was tailor-made for me by a young man who opened a design studio in Italy that my grandfather found.To be honest, top designers such as Valentino Garavani and Giorgio Armani came here in this way, and it is hard to guarantee that my dress is not from the hands of everyone in the future.

It was an all-black dress, with pearlescent silk cut into a strapless gown, and puffed sleeves made of black gauze.The skirt showed noble and elegant folds like petals. The skirt in front of her body was roughly above the knees, and then slowly extended to form a fishtail dragging on the ground.At the same time, my mother also sent me a pair of bright silver high-heeled shoes. The toes of the shoes are dotted with black bows to match the skirt.

But what's the use of a pretty dress, I don't have a partner yet.

"There are many people who invited Helen, but she rejected them all." Hermione sat up from the bed and said to me with a serious face, "I think you should consider accepting those invitations."

I rolled on the bed irritably, and then smashed the pillow angrily.

I think I was probably waiting for George to pat me on the shoulder and casually invite me to misunderstand.But every time I see him recently, I feel like it shouldn't be like this.The feeling of blushing and heartbeat at the beginning seems to have faded, and I started to pay less attention to him. The current situation is more like I think I like him, not that I like him.

"By the way, Harry seems to want to invite Cho Chang from Ravenclaw." Hermione frowned.

"That's too bad." I blurted out.I remember the last time I met Cedric in the corridor, he pointed to Qiu Zhang who was sitting with some girls in the garden reading a book and told me that that was the girl he wanted.He has asked her to be his partner at the Christmas ball.He also said with a happy smile that he would give her the most romantic confession at a suitable time.

From this point of view, if Harry invited Cho Chang, he would definitely be rejected.Because I think Qiu looked at Cedric with some kind of emotion in her eyes.

Hermione patted me on the forehead with her cowhide notebook, "I suggest you agree to an invitation. I heard from Ron that Fred has already found a dance partner, and George is probably about the same."