[HP]Helen Pan

Chapter76

The clock chiming on the hour came from the corner, and the grandfather clock spread out in the living room with a heavy sound of time, echoing faintly.I moved my eyes away from the stack of slightly yellowed books in front of me, and slowly looked at Alexis sitting on the opposite sofa.There was a certain nervous indifference in his light blue eyes, and his pale complexion and haughty demeanor seemed to be repulsive from thousands of miles away.

After a stalemate with Uncle Alec for about half a minute, I finally tried to break the frozen silence in the room, "My dear uncle, you know that neither the Ministry of Magic nor the school allows us to learn the Dark Arts."

Uncle Alec looked down at his clearly manicured nails.He leaned on the leather sofa and squinted at me, with the corners of his mouth hooked into a half-smile, his slightly drooping eyelids showing cat-like laziness and the natural sense of superiority of a superior.

"My dear little niece, you should know..." As he said, Alec stood up, and he slowly walked around my back, reaching out and stroking the hair on the top of my head like a pet, and it sounded like strings Le's voice came from the top of my head, "This world belongs to the strong, and only the strong can make the rules." Then, he leaned over my ear and whispered in a bewitching voice, "You You know, he's back. The world is destined to surrender at his feet."

The heat in the ear suddenly disappeared, and the tone returned to the indifference just now, it sounded like it was coming from a long distance, "Helen, you are my lovely little niece, you know that I am for your own good. "

After this sentence was finished, there was a long silence, and I secretly turned around to find that he had already left.I swallowed and looked back at the few books in front of me. In the sultry midsummer afternoon, I shivered from the cold.

When I came back to my senses, I couldn't wait to say goodbye to my grandfather who hadn't come back from outside, so I hurried back to the room with the stack of black magic books in my hand to find the door key to downtown London, and hurried back to the own home.

My sudden return made Samoyed Prince, who was playing with Anthony in my room, take a small step back in surprise.Anthony, on the other hand, licked his hair with peace of mind and even expressed a certain degree of contempt for Prince's surprise with his eyes.

I didn't care about playing around with my pets, so I hurriedly took out a canvas bag from a drawer on one side, stuffed all the black magic books in it, and tied it tightly, then I took the bag and left the house.

In order to save time, I rushed upstairs along the stairs and knocked on the door hard. When I opened the door, Michael's hair was messy and the pajamas on his body were also marked by the indecent sleeping position.

"Helen? You..." Michael tilted his head and looked at me sleepily. Just as he was about to say something, I pushed him away and rushed in.

"Is there anyone in your family?" I stood on the porch and looked in. I boldly put the canvas bag in my hand on the coffee table in his living room after I didn't see the Woods.

"Both parents are at work." Michael rubbed

Hair looked at me puzzled, "I said, what's wrong with you? What are you doing so crazy?"

After getting Michael's answer, I pulled the curtains on the balcony of the living room even more nervously, and the whole room became darker in an instant.Then I pulled the puzzled Michael to the front of the canvas bag and motioned him to look at the contents of the bag.

Michael yawned listlessly before lazily tearing open the top seal of the bag.When he saw the black magic book in the bag, he was a little puzzled at first, then he quickly flipped through it, and his expression quickly turned into shock and doubt.

"Where did you get this thing?" He spread the black magic book generously on the table, then looked at me with a little scrutiny and asked.

I grabbed my hair with a headache, sat down on the sofa and then stood up from the sofa fidgeting. After walking back and forth for a few steps without a clue, I looked at Michael helplessly and said, "You know me too. Uncle has something to do with the Dark Lord, and I suspect he is indeed a Death Eater. He gave it to me."

"Oh my God..." Michael sat down on the sofa with an ugly face, the drowsiness had completely disappeared and was replaced by obvious worry, "Did he tell you anything?" He pondered for a while before speaking again.

I sighed in distress, then lowered my head and shook my head vigorously.Thinking back on that conversation at that time makes me feel uncomfortable.I sat down next to Michael and whispered into his ear, "He means to let me join the Death Eaters and work for the Dark Lord."

After Michael listened to my words, he took a deep breath, and then looked at me sideways, with rare concentration and deliberation in his blue eyes.

"So what's your idea?" he asked.

I turned my head and looked at my palms, and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of cynical person who has nothing to do with the underworld when he's full? I don't have anti-social and anti-human tendencies."

The cushion on the back suddenly sank, and Michael's voice sounded like he was relieved. He said, "Then what are you worried about? There is no harm in learning the dark arts secretly. You can just drag it with your uncle." .”

I took a quick glance at Michael with a relaxed face, and said angrily, "Don't you know how Harry's parents died? Do you think my parents were able to hide from Avada Kedavra?"

Michael looked at me, frowned thoughtfully, and said, "That's your uncle after all!"

"But that man regards my Squib father as a shame, let alone my Muggle mother." I bent down a little discouraged, and leaned limply on the sofa cushions, as if all the strength in my body had been drained.

"I'm wondering if I should tell my grandfather about this..." I said with a sigh.But there was another thing that made people feel helpless, and that was Draco.It's almost an open secret that Malfoy is a Death Eater, but if I really distance myself from my uncle, how am I supposed to face Draco?

"I don't think it's necessary." Michael said from the sofa

Standing up, she went to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of iced milk.And signaled if I needed it, I could only give him a weak look, "Drink ice milk and be careful of diarrhea." Michael closed the refrigerator door indifferently, and then said with a glass, "If it's what you said, you Grandfather was able to tolerate your uncle being a Death Eater back then, and he didn't shake him out after the fall of the Dark Lord, but protected him well. From this, it can be inferred that he should not refuse another food in his family now. Dead man, it’s meaningless to tell him about it.” Michael sat back to the seat just now, and took another sip of milk, “I think you should spend it first! If you want to confess your uncle, you can go to him Professor Dumbledore, but if you don't want to, then you can spend time with your uncle. After all, I believe that your grandfather would never allow your uncle to hurt your father, let alone allow him to hurt you-your family now looks like sole heir."

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