[HP]Helen Pan

Chapter80

It was as if Michael's sensibility somehow pleasing Draco, who was no longer always stern and repulsive to him, and was even able to have a few words.My best friend and my relationship has improved, and I think it's off to a good start.

When the train arrived at the station, Draco glanced at me, took my hand and squeezed it hard, then took a deep breath, and after letting go, he stood up with his suitcase.

"I know." Draco rolled his eyes back at me while pulling the door, "I'll go out first, we have to have sex." Saying that, he slammed the carriage door shut.

Michael put the book in his hand into the suitcase, and then made a face at me, "Underground love sounds really special, how about it? Isn't it very exciting?" He said, and he took my suitcase off the shelf, He didn't give it to me either, but carried it out with his own box.

"What do you think?" I gritted my teeth, trying to snatch my salute back from Michael with a deadpan face.

Michael quickly smiled at me flatteringly, "It's just a joke, don't be angry. I'll carry the suitcase for you to apologize." Then he bumped my shoulder, "But I really miss Della Ke probably likes you, but he didn't know that you two would really fall in love." He curled his lips while talking, "I think there are quite a lot of troubles between you. You know... there are many things that cannot be explained too clearly. I used to think that the two of you have nothing to do with each other except for your gender. You must know that purebred wizards like old cows to eat young grass." Michael vividly stuck out his tongue and made a disgusted expression.

I looked up at Michael listlessly in silence, but my heart was full of guilty conscience.When I confessed my love at the beginning, it was as if I was dazzled by happiness, just relying on an impulse.After I calmed down and thought about it, and after experiencing the conversation with Uncle Alec, I began to seriously examine the relationship between myself and Draco. The gap between us is indeed too big, as Michael said, except for age There is no longer a match.But I think it would be a pity for me and Draco to give up prematurely without trying hard. Anything you get needs to be paid, so let me pay for it for a while...

"Let's take one step at a time!" I smiled and shrugged at Michael pretending to be relaxed.

But the latter exaggeratedly covered his chest and made a look of grief. He said, "As expected of an Italian! I seem to have seen the real version of Romeo and Juliet. Of course I think you are Romeo." His expression became serious, and I was so angry that I kicked him.

Michael's screams caused everyone to turn their heads, and Harry, who was not far ahead, waved at me and strode over.

"Oh! Hi!" Harry pursed his lips and smiled, his thick bangs were still preserved, which made his smile a bit childish but very cute.He rubbed his palms vigorously against the sides of the wizard's robe, as if wiping sweat from his hands, and then he said to me, "Where's your luggage? I'll carry it for you!"

"Oh! Really? Harry, you are such a good man!" Before I could answer Harry, Michael, who was complaining incessantly, spoke first. He put all the boxes in his hand in front of Harry, and then said happily, "These boxes are all hers, please leave it to you."

"..." Harry obviously didn't expect this situation. You know he already has a big suitcase and Hedwig's cage in his hand, so how can he carry so many things? He pursed his lips and lowered his head. It's hard to see his expression.

"Michael..." I glanced sideways at Michael. The latter smiled innocently at first, and then stuck out his tongue when he couldn't stop laughing. "I know, I know." He took his box back.

"Harry! Thank you for your kindness, but I can handle this box myself..." Just as I was trying to say something to the frustrated Harry, Draco walked behind with his two big followers up.

Draco gave Harry a sarcastic look, then glanced at me coldly, and snatched my suitcase out of my hand.Then he raised his elbow and put it on Goyle's stomach behind him, "Are you okay? Come on, carry something!"

Looking at the trio swaggering away with my luggage, I could only smile awkwardly at Harry, while Michael blew a loud whistle behind me in fear of chaos.

There was nothing special about this year's entrance ceremony. After completing the sorting ceremony, the freshmen sat down at their own long table, and then Professor Dumbledore began to give his unique speech.To my surprise, I saw a pudgy woman in pink on the professor's bench.

That woman's face was covered with flesh. According to my mother, she was mean and difficult to get along with.But that's not the point, the point is that I seem to feel like I've seen her somewhere.

At this moment, the woman stood up from her position.She came to the podium and smiled at Professor Dumbledore above, obviously trying to say something.Then, under Professor Dumbledore's reminder, I finally remembered who this new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor named Umbridge was.She was the lover of Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, whom the grandfather had said.I met her once at a ball held by the Ministry of Magic, and we talked a few words, but it didn't leave me with any good memories.

It has to be said that Fudge is obviously not a man who judges people by their appearance.But judging from Umbridge's performance of never leaving the Ministry of Magic, she is indeed worthy of being called Fudge's right-hand man.At least in terms of foxes and tigers, I think no one can match them.

I said earlier that Umbridge was a difficult person from her looks, and she was.I don't think the school sky has ever been brighter since the woman in the pink suit came to Hogwarts

pass.Umbridge seemed to be from the last century, harsh, dull, and even more terrifying than Professor Snape.Under her guidance, our Defense Against the Dark Arts class went from 'my favorite class' to 'my most hated class'.

Those rigid textbooks obviously cannot meet everyone's practical requirements for this course, but I don't think it matters.There is nothing easier for me than endorsement, but the ordinary wizard level exam that Umbridge said made me sweat a cold sweat. Listening to her words, every underage wizard needs to pass the exam. I got a passable score in this exam, but obviously it's not easy for me...

Just when I was so busy with my studies and love affairs, Hermione and Harry were secretly discussing how to form several student organizations to support the Order of the Phoenix and the fight against the Dark Lord.

"Are you crazy?" I threw down the herb illustrated book in my hand, turned around and stared at Harry, Hermione, and Ron who were sitting on the sofa and discussing passionately about the future plans after the establishment of an organization, "Are you sure?" Do you know exactly what Army means?" I looked at them in disbelief, "This is illegal! This is strictly called a non-government armed force! Besides, it can't be so simple, you are sure to get a group of students together Won't it add chaos to the Order of the Phoenix?"

Hermione always has countless whimsical ideas, from the Elf Fujin Club to the current Dumbledore's Army, I have to admit that she is a very imaginative girl!

Ron frowned exaggeratedly. He sucked his slightly red nose, then lowered his voice and said nervously, "Can you be gentle?" Others, then whispered, "You can't pour cold water on other people's enthusiasm. Besides, no one here is forcing you to join, right?"

"Helen, don't you believe me?" Harry suddenly looked at me with his green eyes as if hurt, he whispered, "You don't believe that Voldemort is back like them, do you?"

"No!" I quickly realized that there might be something wrong with my attitude, and I sat down on the arm of his sofa and told him, "Look, I absolutely believe in the return of the Dark Lord, but I think we Students might mess with the heroes of the Order of the Phoenix. Besides, you know how strict Umbridge is, with so many prohibitions on the walls outside. I think we should..."

But before I could finish speaking, Harry stood up so excited that I almost lost my balance and fell off the sofa.Harry interrupted me in a nasty tone, almost roaring, "Come on! Stop making excuses! You just don't believe me, like them!" He gave me another angry look, After turning around, he ran back to his bedroom angrily.

Ron opened his mouth slightly in surprise, he looked at Harry's back, then at me with a bad complexion, and after scratching his hair, he said dully, "Look... I'll just say

It's not good to pour cold water on others..." As he said, he hurried to catch up with Harry.

Hermione, who was writing and drawing on her blueprint with her head down, raised her head and glanced at me, she closed her notebook and said to me calmly, "Helen, I know you don't want to join, but you shouldn't stop me Are we right?" She stood up and patted me on the back, motioning for me to go back to the dormitory together, "You should have seen that Umbridge is the hand that the Ministry of Magic extended to Hogwarts, and This hand has already messed up the school. Now, the Ministry of Magic has a clear purpose, they are just to whitewash the peace, and we must not let everyone face disaster in ignorance, right? At least, we must gather the sober people together Together, form a force!"

Hermione who said this seemed to be a fighter, which made me feel at a loss for words.

"But Helen, everyone has their own aspirations. Although we are friends, if you don't want to join us, we will never force you. But when the time comes, I think there will inevitably be some secrets between us." Hermione said regretfully with.

At this point, I have nothing to say.I smiled and stretched out my hand to hold Hermione's hand, and then the two returned to the dormitory hand in hand.Then, my two-way mirror reacted, and I had to sneak from the bedroom to the bathroom.When I saw Draco in the mirror, I suddenly felt guilty.

In fact, there was a secret between me and my friends, and I was the first to hide it...

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