[HP]Helen Pan

Counting the days until Hogwarts is only a week away, Hermione and I have not only become roommates with nothing to talk about, but also transparent people in each other's eyes.

"Hi!" Harry waved to me as he sat at the long table in the restaurant. His eyes, under his bushy bangs, looked adorable through round-rimmed glasses with a crooked smile.

"Good morning...you are in good spirits!" I yawned and sat down beside him lazily.The table is full of delicious food, but although the sausage and ham in front of me are very tempting, I still need a cup of coffee.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He frowned.

I stared at him blankly, and shook my head slowly after a long time.Harry blinked, and was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Ron.He looked up from the bowl of raspberry cereal, glanced at me, patted Harry, and said loudly, "She definitely stayed up all night! Look at her dark circles!"

Indeed I stayed up all night.The fact is that a fanatic of Manchester United was too excited to listen to the derby between Manchester United and Manchester City yesterday while hiding under the quilt, and did not sleep well all night.

Fortunately, today's class looks easy, History of Magic and Potions class.The names of these two classes sound like a desire to doze off.

At breakfast time, owls came in flocks huffing and dropping parcels like bombs.I had to reach up to gather my oatmeal into my arms, and the owl feathers of the province fell into my breakfast.

In the flock of owls, I saw Barbara.

Barbara is a gray forest owl, not too big, and it flies very lightly.It makes me feel a little shaky every time I watch her carry a package not much smaller than her body, especially now that she's carrying the latest Walkman my mom bought me.

Seeing that she would let go at any moment as she flew lower and lower, I immediately stood up and stretched out my hands to grab the package eagerly.Just as I was giggling while looking at the packaged letter, Harry's voice sounded.

"Hi! Hagrid invited me to his house for afternoon tea on Friday! Do you want to come?"

Harry looked very excited as he held the letter from Hedwig.You know, with his strict uncle and aunt character, Harry rarely has the opportunity to receive any emails like other students.

At that time, I was concentrating on the rope on the package in my hand, and I didn't hear what Harry was saying, so I nodded.

"What did you receive?" Harry hummed a little tune and quickly wrote a reply to Hagrid, then glanced at my package, obviously he was in a very good mood.

"The new Walkman, and...the Manchester United poster!" I happily unwrapped the package, and thought about where to put this unexpected surprise from my grandfather in the bedroom.

Maybe the head of the bed would be nice...

"Who are they?" Ron took the poster from me, and after looking at it for a moment, he frowned and began to shake the poster vigorously.This scared me to snatch the poster back in a hurry.

"Why aren't they moving? What's wrong?" Ron stared, and asked in disbelief after taking another look.

"Do you think that all the photos in the world move like wizard photos?!" I smoothed the poster with distress.

"You must know that he has quarreled with Dean Thomas several times about football." Harry spread his hands, looking helpless, "Ron can't appreciate the fun of football, he thinks that everyone is chasing this one ball It's so boring."

"Don't you think so?!" Ron said with an unbelievable look on his face, "What's the fun in that savage game with all the people running around?"

"Come on you!" I rolled my eyes, and after I flattened the poster on the table, I tried to roll him up, "Don't talk to me about football, and what about you... Quidditch!"

Just then, a few unwelcome people appeared.

"What is this?" Malfoy appeared out of nowhere, and took the poster away from my hand, "I'm not mistaken, am I! You like such stupid Muggle things, seeing how stupid they are when they don't move So!" With that, Malfoy turned slightly to show my latest version of the poster to Crabbe and Goyle, and they laughed very cooperatively.

"Give it back to me!" I growled, glaring at him.

There are always a few idols in a person's heart that cannot be defiled by others.For me, Manchester United players are like this!

However, Malfoy was in a good mood and used his most elegant and gentlemanly attitude to scold the entire Manchester United team.At the end, don't forget to add a stupid Muggle!

So, I was on fire.

But when I wanted to take the poster back, he refused to let go.

Inevitably, there was only a 'stab' sound, and the poster was split into two, half in his hand and the other half in mine.

At that time, I only felt a 'buzz' in my head, and I was so angry that I didn't know how to speak.The annoyance and anger of the destruction of something that is extremely cherished in my heart rushed to my head.Emotionally, I pointed to Malfoy's abnormally pale face, raising and lowering it several times.

God knows how I wanted to rush up and beat him up.But the chair is full of professors, and I'm only going to embarrass Gryffindor.

About 3 minutes later, I turned and left holding the half poster in my hand.Malfoy shouted from behind, "Are you an idiot? What are you going for?"

I couldn't take it anymore, I turned my head to him, hit the elbow with one hand and shouted, "Pure bastard, go to hell!"

Years later, the man joked that he stopped me just to tell me how easy it was to fix that poster with magic, but I acted like an idiot pissed off at me.

When the poster was combined again and hung high in my living room, he shook my hand and half-jokingly said maybe the half poster could be our token of love.And at that time, I didn't say anything but smiled faintly, and then said that I just wanted to give you a kick so that you would die.

Sometimes people are like this, things that are obviously no big deal can always be infinitely magnified in their hearts.As naive as I was, I hid in the dormitory holding the half poster and cried for most of the class.By the time I realized it was time for me to go to class, I was already late.

I hurriedly ran out of the dormitory with a book in my hand. When I was about to pass through the common room, I felt my eyes go dark. With a bang, I fell backwards due to the recoil and sat on the ground.

"Ouch!" A tragic cry, but not from my mouth.

I sat sluggishly on the ground, and even forgot to rub my ass that had been stricken by the disaster.The guy in front of me clutching his chest and staggering as if his next step was going to miss out completely attracted my attention.

"Oh! My God! I'm going to die! I think you broke my ribs." The tall red-haired boy made an exaggerated expression while slumped on the sofa on the side, and he was about to kick his legs game over.

"George?" I blinked.

"No! I'm Fred!" He frowned again in pain, panting in a low voice, "Helen! You killed Fred."

I calmly stood up from the ground, bent down to pat the dust off the cloak, gritted my teeth, rubbed my butt and walked two steps towards him before saying with certainty, "You are George."

"How do you know?" He was so confused that he even forgot to act.

"George has two moles on his left neck."

Here's what I concluded at the start-of-term dinner.

"Hi! You're amazing!" George patted me on the shoulder and laughed, "My mom can't even tell the two of us apart."

Smiling dryly, I subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall.Only then did I realize something was wrong, I hurriedly picked up the scattered books and wanted to run outside, but the violent movements involved my buttocks, which made me grin my teeth and stop in pain.

"By the way! Don't first-year freshmen have classes? Why are you still here?" George seemed to realize the point of the problem, "You must be late, right? Your first class is History of Magic Hair, Professor Binns Although it is a ghost, he is not easy to fool at all!" He held his chin, as if thinking.

After hearing what he said, I couldn't help but feel hot on my face, probably blushing.

"I think I'm going to embarrass Gryffindor..." I said in a low voice, a sense of shame welled up, I shouldn't be arrogant for half a poster, even though that poster was Manchester United's new team this season. The first exposure of the team uniform.

"It doesn't matter!" George waved his hand, and then he took a step closer and said mysteriously in a low voice, "I have something good!"

"Hey! George, didn't you say fetch two books? Why are you so slow?"

The other twin walked in, and Fred stood beside George, and I was surprised to see that the expressions on their faces were similar.

"Fred!" George said with a wink after nudging Fred with his elbow. "Our poor little Helen is going to be late! I think we have to help her!"

Fred had a clear expression at the moment, and hurried back to the dormitory and back again.

Just when Fred put the ghost thing called nosebleed nougat into my hand, George suddenly climbed on Fred's shoulder and asked, "That's right! How was my performance just now?".

I paused the hand that was about to put the candy into my mouth, and after thinking for a while, I nodded in affirmation, and then said softly, "The expression is contrived, a little exaggerated."

First of all, as an unlicensed pharmaceutical vendor, Fred and George's small manual workshop issued the production date and instructions of the product, and the taste of the product is also commendable, and the medicinal effect is also outstanding.

But I never thought that there is such an effective potion in this world.The original plan was that I'd eat half of it to get some nosebleeds on my clothes, and then I'd eat the other half before I went to Madam Pomfrey for a sick note.

But contrary to expectations, when I swallowed that nougat, my nose became a faucet (the kind without a switch).The vigorous nosebleed couldn't be stopped no matter what.Fred and George panicked and rushed me to the infirmary.When my nosebleeds meandered from Gryffindor's common room to Madam Pomfrey's hospital in a thrilling reverse flow, I felt like my blood was about to drain, and I felt dizzy and dizzy. .

When I saw Madam Pomfrey's slightly rounded face, I just felt my eyes go dark and I turned away.It was already noon when I woke up again, Fred and George had long since disappeared, and there were only white beds in the empty infirmary except me.

"Oh! Honey, you're finally awake!" Madam Pomfrey came in and brought me some potions, "The Weasley twins are such a headache." She reached out and touched my forehead before returning to sleep. She babbled, "Dear Helen, you are allergic to too many things! God knows, that damned allergic reaction almost killed you!" She looked at me for a while before saying, "Honey, we This allergy must be cured!"

Originally, Madam Pomfrey asked me to rest in the infirmary for an afternoon, but I didn't want to miss another class.Hastily asked her to write a leave note and ran back to the classroom with a pile of medicines that looked like hills.

When I walked into the Potions classroom - that bloody basement, Harry and Ron came over right away.

"Helen! Are you okay?" Harry asked tentatively, "You know, your complexion is not good."

"That's right! It's paler than that Malfoy in Slytherin!" Ron said exaggeratedly, as if he saw a vampire, "I'm the one that Fred and George made Something will happen sooner or later!" He concluded his statement.

At the same time, Professor Snape, the Potions teacher, walked into the classroom.He didn't make much movement, he just coughed lightly and quieted the whole classroom.

This is the aura, the total attack aura of attacking the whole world, who can give up my qi!

Without warning, my mother's joking words suddenly popped into my head...