[HP]Helen Pan

Professor Snape walked quickly onto the podium, and then he turned around with grace and elegance.The well-fitting black robe made the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.Hooked nose, pale complexion, and sharp eyes; he squinted slightly and glanced around the classroom, that kind of eyes is simply indescribable.do you know?When he looked at you, it was as if a snake was crawling past your skin, and that cold feeling almost penetrated directly into your bones.

It may be the sequelae of excessive blood loss. When he looked at me, I almost fell off the chair due to a sense of dizziness.I subconsciously gathered my fingers and made a fist, and I turned my head to look at Harry and found that his face was not very good either.

Snape was worthy of being the dean of Slytherin, he could almost immediately remind people of the symbol of Slytherin - the silver snake.With black hair, black eyes, and a black robe, this man seems to be contained in a dark night, only the cold eyes in his eyes are bright, but people dare not look at them.He exudes natural elegance and sourness, despite the fact that his mid-length hair is so...greasy.

Subconsciously looking at Malfoy's shiny hairstyle, I began to think whether the substance that had the styling effect was mousse or the hair oil secreted after not washing for many days.

Apparently Professor Snape, like all Slytherins, had no affection for Harry at all.Just from the sarcasm at the roll call, one can vaguely smell the smell of gunpowder.

"Potter! What will I get if I add powdered daffodil root to a wormwood infusion?" he asked quietly, but with an aggressive air.

Harry's embarrassment was obvious, his hands were gripping the classroom bench nervously; in contrast, Hermione seemed confident, she raised her arms high, but failed to attract Professor Snape's attention.

"Okay! Potter, let me ask you another question, where should we find a piece of bezoar?" Professor Snape walked past Hermione without seeing him.

He stood in front of Harry with raised eyebrows and looked indifferent, but the corners of his mouth were raised into the most beautiful arc, as if Harry's embarrassment was his greatest pleasure.

Ron and I looked at each other and I thought he was trying to make things difficult for Harry.I opened the book and tried to find the answers to those questions. I had briefly flipped through the textbook and seemed to have some impressions of the answers to the two questions raised by the professor.

I turned around and tried to lip-sync the answer to Harry.But just opening his mouth, he had to close it again.

"Miss Pan?" Professor Snape looked at me with his dark, deep, emotionless eyes, and spoke in an elegant and leisurely tone.

"Yes, Professor." I nodded.

"What's in your pocket?" He stared blankly at my bulging pocket.

pocket?

I reached out and touched it subconsciously, a rectangular object - a walkman.Only then did I realize that I was too anxious when I ran out, and forgot to hide the Hogwarts contraband!

At that moment, I felt cold sweat pouring out uncontrollably, and instantly wet my palms.

Professor Snape's hands were clean and slender, with well-defined knuckles, very beautiful.But at the moment that beautiful palm was spread out in front of me, I had no choice but to hand over the contents of my pocket bit by bit stiffly.

I thought I was screwed, the Gryffindors looked at me with sympathy, and the Slytherins gloated.

Mr. Malfoy deserves to be the person I hate the most at Hogwarts, and even now he doesn't forget to tease me with his lips.

Stupid!

That's what he wanted to say.

"Ha!" Professor Snape held the walkman in front of his eyes for a moment, and then said disdainfully, "It turned out to be a Muggle thing. Miss Pan, you should know that these electronic things are not allowed to be brought into the school Yes." He turned around, his voluminous robes fluttering slightly, "Five points deducted from Gryffindor!" His tone seemed to have finally found some fun.

I slumped on the bench in frustration, dizzy from blood loss and shame and self-blame.From the moment I entered school, I thought I would be a disgrace to Gryffindor, and now I have come true...

"By the way! You have to stay after school to clean the classroom as a punishment." He added cheerfully, "And Potter, you two!" Snape glanced at Harry, then sneered.

"Why?" Harry blurted out.

"Because you didn't answer the question!" Professor Snape said calmly, and then he seemed to think of something again, "Harry Potter contradicted the teacher, and Gryffindor deducted another point." His mood looked at the moment It seemed too good to describe, as if every point deducted from Gryffindor made him feel better.

After this Potions class, Harry and I both knew we had one more headache to deal with.

"Shall we go to Hagrid's for tea together?" After putting away the last cauldron, Harry straightened up and let out a long breath.Ron, who was sitting on the side waiting, nodded impatiently.

I slowly leaned on the corner of the table and sat down, then shook my head and said, "I'm so dizzy, I think I need to go back to sleep."

The Weasley twins always come and go like a gust of wind.Not long after I said goodbye to Harry and the others, I saw these two guys appear without warning in the corridor that was still empty.

"Poor Helen, are you feeling better?" Fred leaned closer and winked at me pretending to be innocent.George, on the other hand, touched his nose uncomfortably behind him, his emerald-like emerald eyes shone with some kind of emotion called self-blame, which was extremely inconsistent with these two irresponsible guys.

"You know, we've never had such a big problem with anything we make. It's not a joke," Fred said.

"Yeah! We'd choose Slytherin idiots just to be mischievous," George added.

"Aren't you angry?" They looked at each other and asked cautiously.

"Of course not!" I smiled and shook my head.Although they should be banned for unlicensed vendors, as a clear-minded person, I should also pay the price for rushing to the doctor. "Madame Pomfrey said I had an allergic reaction, and I don't think it has anything to do with your medicine." I added.

After hearing this, Fred elbowed George and said triumphantly, "Look! I said our nosebleed nougat is all right! That's my best work!" George made a gesture to him. Grimace, face full of ghosts and spirits.Obviously, the two had completely let go of something called guilt, and began to happily calculate the next guy to be unlucky.

"That's right! This is for you!" George reached out and stuffed something into my pocket.Then the two of them ran away like flying, and I froze in my pocket—it was nougat.

Multi-flavored nougat, this candy is pretty good, it can conjure any flavor you like.Sincerely wish you good health.

— George

Holding the note, I just wanted to laugh when I felt something rush past me.Taking a closer look, the gray hair is Mrs. Norris... right?

Wait, Mrs. Norris!What is she chasing?That blob of faint blue light...is Anthony? !

God!

What is she going to do to Anthony?

Without thinking about it, I had to run after the two cats.

"Anthony!" Seeing that the two figures were about to disappear around the corner of the stairs, I had to shout.A black shadow flashed in the distance, turned around and flew into my arms like a flash of lightning.Anthony raised his head and licked my chin affectionately, and let out a low cry, his golden almond eyes were moist as if he had been wronged.

Mrs. Norris lingered at my feet, refusing to leave, calling softly.This annoyed me a bit, and I thought she must have bullied Anthony.

"Go away!" I growled at Mrs. Norris, who was moaning at my feet, raising my leg in a demonstration to kick her.The scrawny yellow cat let out a shriek and ran away quickly.I watched her disappear quickly and realized that I might have abused the animal, and maybe next time I should make it up to her with some dried trout.

correct!

Where is this place?

I stood in a section of the corridor with Anthony in my arms, surrounded by dead silence.

None of them.

Although I know I should leave as soon as possible, Mrs. Norris may run back to find the dreadful administrator Argus Filch.But the faint light coming from the half-closed door at hand still made me hold Anthony in my arms, unable to restrain my curiosity.

This should be a long-abandoned classroom.The room is full of sundries, and dust is flying happily in the air.There was a big guy in the corner, and he was firmly covered by a piece of clean white cloth that didn't match the mess.The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window sprinkled the golden room, fell on the white cloth, and naturally reflected the orange halo.

What is it?

Driven by curiosity again, I pulled the white cloth off.The white cloth slipped to the ground silently, stirring up a cloud of dust.

It is a mirror, a magnificent mirror.

Its height reaches to the roof, with a gorgeous golden frame, and it is supported by two feet underneath.Some words are still vaguely engraved on the top of the mirror.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling fitting mirror, I let out a long sigh of relief, feeling somewhat disappointed in my heart.

I always feel that there should be more mysterious things in the secret room of the old castle.

Glancing in the mirror, I realized my shoulder-length hair was messy from running.Anthony lifted his front paws and tried to climb from my arms to my shoulders.

Suddenly, I heard a 'creak' sound.

Turn back quickly.

"School, principal..." I took a step back awkwardly, wondering if I had broken into the restricted area, and whether Dumbledore would deduct points from Gryffindor because of it, "I didn't mean to break into here Yes, sir!" I desperately wanted to clarify, "Look! I'm chasing my cat..." I held Anthony up, trying to make my words more convincing.

Dumbledore didn't seem to mind at all.The greatest white mage stood beside me with a smile. With curly long hair, reddish nose, and a smiling expression, he looked as kind as the neighbor's grandpa.

Dumbledore leaned over and touched my head, and smoothed out the disobedient hair on top of my head by the way. "Miss Pan, good afternoon!" He seemed in a good mood, with a kind smile and a comforting temperature in his green eyes behind the half-moon glasses.

"Hello!" I twitched the corners of my mouth stiffly and looked at him cautiously.

"I heard that you had some minor problems this morning, are you feeling better now?" He asked.

"It's much better, sir!" After being slightly surprised, I hurriedly nodded.

He straightened up and smiled brightly.

"Allergies are really troublesome! I remember I had a rash for a week because of sea prawns! It was red and itchy. It makes me uncomfortable to think about it." As he said, he rubbed his arms exaggeratedly, watching It looked as if he had fallen ill again.

Anthony seemed curious about him, and he prodded Dumbledore tentatively with his paw from my arms.

"Your cat is very cute!" Dumbledore stretched out his big hands covered with grooves and touched Anthony's head, and the latter narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"May I know what you saw in the mirror?" Dumbledore straightened up, looking me in the eyes with a friendly face and asked.

"What did you see?" I tilted my head, a little confused.

What else can I see in the mirror but me?

"I saw my hair was messed up, it must have been blown by the wind when I ran all the way just now." As I said that, I subconsciously raised my hand to fiddle with my bangs.

Dumbledore laughed loudly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. The hearty laughter made his old appearance look younger instantly.

"Sir, is my hair really so funny?" I asked helplessly.

"No, no, no!" He waved his hands again and again, "Helen, I haven't met a child who misses you for a long time." He looked down at me with loving eyes, and his big hand was attached to the top of my head, "I I sincerely hope that you will be so happy all your life.”

After blinking my eyes puzzled, I tentatively asked the question I was most concerned about, "Sir, you won't deduct points from Gryffindor for my mistaken entry?"

"Of course not!" he smiled. "It's almost dinner time, let's go! My boy!"

I left with Anthony in my arms, secretly glad I didn't let Gryffindor lose points again.

But when I found out that the mirror was the legendary Mirror of Erised, I even began to wonder if the mirror was broken.God knows how desperate I was, I wanted to see the World Cup in person, I wanted the Italian team to win the Hercules Cup, I wanted a mobile phone, at least I wanted Professor Snape to turn my Walkman on give me back!