[HP]Helen Pan

Who knew that top students like Hermione could fight?

I see.

This morning, there was a substantial development in our relationship.That is, it finally developed from cold violence and verbal violence to physical communication. In short, we fought.

There was a lot of movement, the magic gramophone I bought in Diagon Alley was smashed, and several of her new books were torn up.The corners of my mouth were swollen, and the corners of her eyes were blue.

After the fight, our room was like a storm passing through.By the time we packed up the house again and went out, it was almost late.

We ran into Harry and Ron, who were also late risers, in the common room, and they looked surprised when they saw us.Harry walked a few quick steps to join us, still wearing those old but still cute round eyes, but he looked much more refreshed in his wizard robes that fitted him better.

"Hi! What happened to your face?" Harry asked softly.

I gave Hermione a distracted look, then walked briskly forward trying to put some distance away from her.

Here's the thing.

Originally, this morning was fairly peaceful, but Anthony brought back a mouse from nowhere.Hermione might have just woken up, she sat on the bed sluggishly, Anthony jumped onto her bed, and put the mouse on her bed sheet.

Then she screamed.

When I was woken up by her, I saw Hermione holding Anthony angrily and trying to throw him out of the room.

I was in a hurry and jumped out of bed trying to get Anthony back.After coming and going, Anthony was frightened, and slipped out of our hands after a strange cry.And I couldn't hold back the strength of my outstretched hand, so I slapped Hermione's face with a slap.

Then she fought back, and we fought...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being a little annoyed. When I moved my mouth, the wound at the corner of my mouth was involved. After subconsciously glaring at Hermione who was two steps away, I began to consider whether I should let Barbara (grandfather's owl) bring the letter Ask my grandfather to bring me some red potion.

Maybe I'll need it in the future.

After all, Hermione is too hard on this woman!

Thinking of this, I began to think that maybe I should ask my mother for a mobile phone this Christmas. God knows how efficient owls are in delivering letters!

Wizards are really strange, they have to spend half a day or even longer for an owl to deliver a letter that can be solved with a phone call.

"Are you okay?" Harry glanced at me cautiously out of the corner of his eye, and then pulled my robe closer and whispered.

I covered my mouth with my hand and rubbed it, then smiled at him, "It's not too bad!"

You know I've gotten into fights a lot in my life.When I was first in Italy, some older kids bullied me when my parents were not around, saying that I was an unwanted bastard.Then I went to England, and there were always some guys who thought the British were more noble than the Italians, and I once lost a front tooth in a fight.Compared with those things, today's injury is trivial...

Next time, maybe I should consider getting into a full-on fight with Hermione, it doesn't look like she's the kind of girl I need to shy away from.

Today is Wednesday, and the first period of the morning is Charms.The diminutive Professor Flitwick was to the point of being critical of classroom discipline.

Being late is never allowed!

"Hey! Don't go there! We're going to be late! Come here faster!"

I called out to Hermione and Ron who were going down the stairs to the left.And Hermione just paused, snorted and ran downstairs with her head held high.

"Go here!"

I opened an inconspicuous door and slipped in.

"Hey! It's amazing, how did you know this way?" Ron said happily after arriving at the classroom.

I winked playfully at them.In fact, the corridors of Hogwarts stairs are intricate and change their routes from time to time, so for us rookie students, class is like going around in circles in a maze.

Fortunately, my father had a famous saying - how can a citizen not understand the Constitution?

At the behest of my father, when I was still in Italy, my grandfather taught me English with a constitution as thick and heavy as a brick.

After arriving in the UK, contract law, labor law, environmental law and the like became my desk reading materials.My father asked me to read as much as possible before going to bed every day.Over time, I saw more and remembered more, and my memory got better and better. It was more than enough to memorize a few trails.

Go through the corridor behind the stairs, turn a corner, and go down two floors to the Charms classroom.We were seated five minutes before the bell rang, and Hermione ran into the classroom panting as the bell rang.

Malfoy was still the same, his platinum blonde hair pulled back so shiny that even a fly couldn't stand it.When I entered the classroom, he was chatting with his two big followers with his head sideways.I originally wanted to go around him and sit in the seat behind him, but when I passed in front of him, I suddenly lost my balance and hurriedly reached out to support the table, and then fell down and sat next to him.

"Oh! Merlin! Why are you as stupid as a Mudblood? You can fall while walking!" Malfoy shrugged, maintaining his aristocratic elegance.Although the words that came out of his beautiful lips sounded so mean.

Although I don't quite understand the meaning of Mudblood, my intuition tells me that it is not a compliment.

I was so angry that I stretched out my hand and rubbed my injured knee before I gave him a hard look.

"What's wrong with your face? Could it be that you hit it too?" Malfoy frowned, restraining his arrogant conceit.

I glared at him impatiently, you just walked and wrestled!

I can swear, he tripped me just now!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but squeeze a little closer to Malfoy.

"You, what are you doing?!" Malfoy seemed to be surprised, shrunk awkwardly, a slight pink appeared on his slightly pale face.

I squinted at him, then spoke seriously.

"Step on you!"

At the same time, I stepped on his shiny leather shoes without hesitation.

"You..." Malfoy bent down and pointed at me with a grim face, but he couldn't speak because of the pain.And I smiled and spread my hands, feeling very good.

My mother told me that only by stepping on the tip of another person's toes with all my strength can that person feel the ultimate pleasure.

Crabbe and Goyle saw it, and raised their fists at me viciously. I rolled up my sleeves with my eyes wide open and swung them back like a demonstration.

Just as I was about to get up and change my seat, the class bell rang.Hermione came in like a gust of wind, and hurried past me with a straight face.

Malfoy was still bent over in pain, but his eyes stayed on Hermione's face.After she sat down, he lowered his voice, "You shameless fellow! You actually got into a fight with a Muggle!? Where did you put your wand?"

Looking at his stunned look, I think I understand his subtext-you didn't win the fight with Muggles? !Shame!

I looked at him strangely, what made Malfoy think I must be one of his gang?Do I look very pure?Even if it is a purebred, I have passed the generation.

Stretching your neck and looking around, although Charms is a common course between Gryffindor and Slytherin, most of the Gryffindor students sit far away from the Slytherin.

There is nothing wrong with saying that a school is a society in miniature.

Adults still know how to restrain their emotions, but children don't, so the problem of racial discrimination can be infinitely magnified in school-this is what my father said.

After a week at school, I slowly realized that what my father said applies to any school.

It's like Hogwarts - Slytherin and Gryffindor are almost incompatible.They hate Gryffindors who come from Muggle families, and Gryffindor students hate their ego and unscrupulousness even more.

Slytherin students are pure wizards like Malfoy.They despise all students outside of their academy as trash.

In terms of racial superiority, all 'pure breeds' always have an unreasonable superiority in their bones.That conceited factor seems to be engraved into their bones.Just like the nobles in the Middle Ages, at first they had prestige, land, property, everything, and these riches and honors spoiled them.

Until one day the peasants who lived under their rule began to stand up against their authority and even sent them to the guillotine.They were stunned to realize that their time had passed, so they began to try to struggle, but it was ineffective to resist under the tide of the times.They can't keep their former wealth and status, they can only leave behind that layer of arrogance, and at the same time expand it infinitely, telling others how noble they used to be with this kind of hurtful arrogance.

And so are the Slytherins.It's clear that the days of pure wizards are over, but they linger in their past glory and refuse to leave.National unity is the goal of the world's development, and so is the world of wizards.

Thinking of this, Malfoy's pretentiously arrogant face looked a little pitiful in my eyes.

However, being able to understand does not necessarily mean that I can accept it.So I secretly made up my mind that for the sake of collective honor, I must keep a distance from Mr. Malfoy in the next class.

While I was still in a daze, Professor Flitwick's expression changed unconsciously.

"Miss Pan!" he shouted.

"Yes!" I stood up guiltily.

"Please tell me, how does a piece of paper float?" The little Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.

Can I say open the window and let the wind blow the paper up?

Scratching my hair in embarrassment, I subconsciously glanced at Harry who was diagonally behind him. He spread his hands towards me, while Hermione beside him closed the book heavily and turned her head in another direction.

Hermione?

By the way, when she quarreled with me yesterday, she said that the sound of my music disturbed her reading.At that time, she was reading a textbook on charms, the book opened on page 127, after the third full stop on the fifth line of the second section, it said, "The Elementary Levitation Charm can keep light and small objects floating for up to 3 minutes." '

"Levitation Charm, sir," I replied.

"Very good!" Professor Flitwick waved his wand for me to sit down.Then he said, "Miss Pan, you almost cost Gryffindor a point just now."

God... no, Merlin bless!

After I sat down, I almost wiped cold sweat from my forehead. God knows how nervous I was just now!Although I don't want to be a top student like Miss Granger, I am determined not to do anything to discredit the college.