[HP]Helen Pan

While the audience was cheering for Gryffindor's victory, Michael tugged at my sleeves, then stood up with a stoop and seemed to be going out.I immediately understood what he meant, now that Gryffindor has won, everyone has no time to pay attention to the incongruous scarf around my neck, and it's time for me to step back and keep a low profile.

But after walking a few steps, the noisy stands just now suddenly quieted down, followed by angry shouts and dissatisfied complaints, and people kept throwing scarves around their necks into the arena.I wanted to look back, but Michael stopped me, he gave me a wink and pulled me away from the stands even faster.

After coming down from the stands, both of us went all the way and ripped the scarves off.Michael tossed the scarf into a trash can aside, and I carefully tucked the scarf into the cloak.

"Why?" On the way to the library, I was always worried about what happened just now. I looked up at Michael's side face and asked subconsciously, why didn't he let me see what happened?

"Why?" Michael asked me back, grinning like I was asking a stupid question.His reaction made me feel stupid. The reason why the victorious Gryffindor would be angry could only be that the opponent Slytherin did something unreasonable, and if I took Slytherin at that time If the scarf squeezed into the crowd to watch the excitement, the people who saw it might attack indiscriminately as Slytherin fans.

Just as we were approaching the library, Michael stopped suddenly and gave me a strange look.He pursed his lips and looked at me for a while, then shook his head helplessly, "As expected, being in love makes women more beautiful and at the same time makes them more stupid." He put his index finger on my forehead, "This head I guess there should be nothing in it except Draco Malfoy."

As if being exposed, I held my forehead and complained and pushed Michael.I think Michael is the person in the world who can understand my thoughts best except myself, so he made fun of me at this time, which made me feel more isolated and helpless.

On Quidditch matchdays, when the library is already pretty sparsely populated, Michael and I found a bookcase of historical materials and found two seats behind it.

"Honestly, have you thought about what to do in the future?" I sat with Michael, spread a Muggle notebook on the table, and wrote and drew on it with a ballpoint pen. "I think your future is bleak now! There are too many troublesome things." After writing this sentence, Michael impatiently poked the pen tip on the paper, and then began to spin the ballpoint pen round and round .

I was silent, and after a long silence, I wrote on the paper with the pen in my hand, "I don't know either."

Michael pursed his lips, and the ballpoint pen twirled in his hand again before he grasped the pen and wrote on the paper, "Things have reached the current situation, you have to make some choices." He said indifferently Look at me, then write slowly, "If I were you, I'd be lugging my suitcase home right now and forgetting about everyone and everything at Hogwarts. I don't think your uncle will be bothered Your dad won't make it difficult for you, after all, the Dark Lord doesn't need a half-hearted subordinate who can't even graduate."

Seeing Michael's words, I couldn't help but smiled with the corners of my mouth pulled, and then I pursed my lips and shook my head at him.It's not that I haven't thought about Michael's proposal. I still have a home I can go back to, a pair of parents who are tolerant enough to me, and a Muggle identity.Even if my grandfather will be disappointed with me, I can still carry on my life in an orderly manner.But the price of doing this is to say goodbye to everything in Hogwarts. Magic, classmates, and lovers will all become my daydreams.But some things, I can indeed let go, but some can't.Not to mention Draco, I can easily leave each of these friends I met in this school.What's more, I want to be a warrior who faces difficulties, not a coward who escapes reality.

Michael shrugged, then smiled and tapped my forehead with a ballpoint pen, "That's why I often say you are a fool, but you still don't admit it."

After coming out of the library, Michael and I said goodbye to each other tacitly.After we parted ways with Michael, I went to Leicester's office, and if nothing else, Draco and I would always spend weekend afternoons in that little dark room.

When the office door was pushed open, there was no light inside.I vaguely felt a little lost, and when I was hesitating whether to enter the door and wait or turn around and leave, a hand suddenly stretched out from the door and pulled me in.

Draco hugged me from behind, his movements were a little stiff, he rested his chin on his shoulder, and it was uncomfortable for his thin pointed chin to press against my shoulder, but I knew that I couldn't push him away now.

"Losing..." Draco's voice was low, sounding full of frustration, "It's such a shame." He shifted his position again and moved his chin to my other half's shoulder.

I stretched out my hand and touched his head with difficulty, and when I was about to say a few words of comfort, Draco suddenly laughed softly, and it became smaller and louder, until his body trembled accordingly.

"But Potter won't need to play Quidditch anymore." Draco's voice sounded unconcealable gloating, his arms around my neck tightened, as if extremely excited, "I just But if you provoke them a few words casually, Potter and those two poor Weasleys will go crazy!" He put his head in the crook of my neck, and I could vaguely hear his sniggering voice, "Um That toad in Rich did a happy thing, the Ministry of Magic issued a new idiot decree, and Foggy gave Umbridge some rights, allowing her to let Potter and the other gran Gryffindor banned!" Draco raised his head and chuckled excitedly, "Gryffindor has become a team without seekers and batters!"

For a moment, I felt that what Draco said was particularly disgusting, but after thinking about it calmly, I decided not to refute his words.But after losing the game, it is still a bit... pitiful to rely on framing the opponent to get satisfaction in the heart.

After Draco let go of me and turned on the lights in the room, he turned half sideways and squinted at me, "You don't mind if I frame your...friend, do you?" A strange tone, and then even the eyes that looked at me were weird.

"What if I mind?" I couldn't express my emotions clearly, and I didn't know what expression to make, so I looked at Draco expressionlessly.

He spread his hands and shrugged, and said in a nonchalant tone, "You know I hate Potter. Very much." There was impatience in his gray-blue eyes, and he gave me a scribbled look before He added vaguely, "Besides, I think he is also interested in you, you'd better stay away from him."

When we got back to the common room, Harry was sitting on the sofa sulking. When he saw me coming in through the passage, he gave me an angry look, got up quickly, and turned around to go upstairs.Ron looked up at me nonchalantly, then looked away without saying a word, as if he didn't want to see me again.

I glanced at Hermione who was still sitting there, she rolled her eyes helplessly at me, then supported her head with her hands with a headache on her face, and massaged her temples repeatedly.I pursed my lips and looked around. Everyone seemed to be immersed in the joy of winning the game and the joy and sorrow of the suspension of the ace Seeker. Their attitude towards me was not repulsive but not enthusiastic. .Returning to the room wisely, I dug out the big leather suitcase from under the bed, then threw all the Muggle books and notes into the box, and locked it.

The ideals of Oxford and Cambridge are too far away, I'd better pass the general wizarding qualification exam first!

Hermione came back very late that night, and I was still awake at the time, or I was waiting for her to come back. She moved Crookshanks, who was sleeping on her bed with her tail curled up, aside with some despondency, and then put the Throwing herself on the bed, "Hagrid is back, he has some injuries on his face and looks a little bad. We also ran into Umbridge in the cabin, but luckily there was no danger." After she finished speaking, she was silent Going down, I knew that this was probably the end of what I could understand. Just when I pouted and wanted to sleep, Hermione suddenly said again, "Draco is a terrible guy."

"..." I lay on my back, the gauze on the bed was of a dull color, which made people feel unmotivated. "He has always been a bad person, but I don't mind it."

The bed next door creaked slightly, and I think Hermione rolled over to sleep.But my accumulated drowsiness disappeared, as if it was only a blink of an eye, and the sky was already bright.

The days that followed were uneventful, and it was clear that I was being viewed as a traitor by Harry.He doesn't talk to me anymore, and even if we meet him in the hallway, he will choose to detour. D·A's activities are still going on, Harry's mood seems to be getting better gradually, I heard from Hermione that he and Qiu Zhang get along well recently, although I think they seem to have betrayed Cedric, but I There is also no position to stand up to stop or blame them.

The sky in the Great Hall is often clouded, and Umbridge is like a ubiquitous cloud covering all the sunshine in Hogwarts.Draco didn't seem to be in a good mood either, and although he tried to keep his temper in check when we were alone, he was still prone to tantrums and always had negative emotions about everything.

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