[HP]Helen Pan

The Christmas holiday is coming in a blink of an eye. In order to avoid the chance of meeting Uncle Alec as much as possible, I deliberately refused my grandfather's offer to pick me up. Instead, I chose to take a bus with Michael from the train station and go straight back to my home in the city.

Michael was waiting for us in the lobby as promised. His brown curly hair was a little long and covered his cheeks. From the angle I went downstairs, I could only see his straight bridge of nose.The backpack was casually placed on the floor by his feet, the school uniform cloak was unbuttoned, and the shirt and woolen vest were exposed, classic and bookish, but underneath he was wearing some whitish jeans and white canvas shoe.At first it looked a bit nondescript, but upon closer inspection it was very pleasing to the eye.

Seeing us going downstairs, Michael came over immediately.His legs seemed to be very long, and he actually crossed a distance that was quite a distance by visual inspection, "! Our most beautiful Miss Know-it-All, this boring noon has become colorful because of your appearance." He turned to Hermione Complimenting glibly, he always spares no effort to please all the girls around him, so his girls are always very popular.

"..." Hermione seemed a little cold about Michael's compliment, she once secretly told me that she didn't like such a slippery boy.She touched her hair with some embarrassment, "Hello, Wood."

Michael put his backpack behind his back, then took the bag in my hand, and looked at Hermione with a questioning attitude, "Do you need me to help you with your luggage?"

Michael's face has always looked smaller than his actual age, so even though he is [-] tall now, he still looks like a cute little boy. My mother said that this appearance is very unique. deceptive.

I suddenly found that this guy who grew up with me and is now smiling is much more delicate and cute than I thought.

"No..." Hermione coughed, and quickened her pace uncomfortably.

Michael curled his lips blankly at me, and then said in a thoughtful tone, "I'm sure Miss Knowles doesn't like me very much." He nodded solemnly.

I rolled my eyes helplessly, and had to repeat my suggestion again, "I've told you many times, Hermione hates glib and unscrupulous guys like you. Can't you be like Talk to me like that to other girls? Are you really going to die if you don't say something nasty?"

Michael looked at me with a strange expression, and then he stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, "Helen, to be honest, I never thought of you as a girl. So, it's hard for me to treat those cute little girls with the attitude of a brother. Little girl." He said the sarcasm again in a serious manner.

I was somewhat self-aware of Michael's words, touched my nose in despair, and when I lowered my head and planned to just pass by, another voice intervened in our conversation.Although his behavior was not very polite, what he said made me feel very happy.

"Mr. Wood, I think you obviously need to get a pair of glasses straps like Potter." Draco popped up from behind, walking beside us, his voice lowered but he looked at Michael with Some provocations, "Your eyesight is obviously worse than his, and you can't even tell the difference between men and women."

"Still laughing?" Draco glanced at me, who was smiling happily, as if condemning, and reached out to poke my forehead, "His eyes are not good, I think your brain is not good."

Michael was glared at by Draco, but clearly unaffected by him.He kept grinning heartlessly at him until Draco walked a few steps away from us.Only then did Michael put his hands together in his heart, "Ah! Miss Helen, nourished by love, I want to confess to you! My useless eyes did not see that you are so beautiful, elegant, and full of femininity!"

!Merlin!This guy actually started to disgust me out of revenge...

Lifting his leg, he kicked him on the back of his knee in a malicious manner, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall down.Covering my mouth behind me, I gloated and watched Michael's embarrassing appearance after he staggered a few steps with his bag in his hand before he fell down. I laughed heartlessly, "I'm sick of you!" I made a slap at him. With a grimace, he quickly walked a few steps past him, looked at the back of Draco who was getting smaller in front of him, then pursed his lips and smiled again.

Michael always had an exaggerated painful expression on his face. He looked at me with a sad face and smiled happily, and then nodded in relief, "Now she looks like your mother's daughter." He lifted the bag in his hand up. He mentioned, "It's really not suitable for you to look like you're sad. Your mother might be able to drive you out of the house with your recent sad face."

"It's not so exaggerated." I squinted, but this Christmas did make me feel like I was on the verge of an enemy.

Hermione's parents were waiting for her outside the station when she emerged from the platform.She rushed a few steps towards her parents before remembering to wave goodbye to us, and when we parted she told me that if there was any news about Harry, she would let me know immediately.

The street in front of the train station is very wide, but still very crowded, full of people coming and going, very lively.I can clearly smell the aroma wafting from the hot dog stand on the street, and the long bitter aroma in the cafe. I took a deep breath, and I feel from the bottom of my heart that this place is better than that always cold castle. Be kinder.

I bought two vanilla puffs from the well-reputed dessert house on the corner of the street, and each of us bought two vanilla puffs. We walked and ate them slowly, feeling that the puffs' fragrance and soft taste were much better than the candy produced by Honeydukes.

"Do you think we're really Muggle wizards?" After turning another corner, I threw the puff-wrapped paper in my hand into the trash can, then squinted at the people beside me thoughtfully. Michael.I always feel that we are both Muggle-born, but our attitude towards things is much different from Hermione's.

"Why do you ask?" Michael frowned. He looked down at my puzzled face reflected in my pupils, looking a little silly.

"I always feel that Hermione and I have very different attitudes towards many issues. Since we both come from almost the same background, and the acquired environmental influences are the same, why do we have such a huge difference in worldview? What about the difference?" I asked thoughtfully, this question has been circling in my heart for a long time, so that I once thought whether I was a different kind, but when I saw Michael later, I found out that even if I was a different kind, I could feel at ease. not the only one.

Michael pursed his lips, and the expression on his face was extraordinarily childish.He took some change out of his trouser pocket and picked up a copy of The Times from the newsstand, then held it up and asked me, "What's this?"

"Newspaper!"

I stared at him inexplicably, not understanding what he meant.

He still pursed his lips, nodded, then glanced down at the front page quickly before speaking again, "If Granger were to answer this question, she would say it's a Muggle newspaper." Michael looked at him, Seriously, "Understood? That's the difference. Subconsciously, she's been completely integrated into wizarding society, she's been assimilated. And we still belong here, to this city, to this world. Do you know what I mean? He spoke slowly, "Like me, I just went to learn magic, but I never planned to be a wizard."

"Helen, I thought you understood these things in the first grade." Michael said regretfully.He stuffed the newspaper into my hand, then changed the bag from his left hand to his right hand, and moved it a bit; then he said indifferently, "I really can't imagine, the power of love is so great. He can actually subvert you completely, even It makes you doubt yourself." He looked at me sideways, those eyes that were always smiling seemed to be disappointed and lonely for a moment, but those emotions soon settled into his clear eyes.

"..." Michael's words were unexpectedly colder than ever before, which gave me the illusion of suffocation for a moment.

He is right, since I started dating Draco, I have been constantly trying to change myself to accommodate Draco's bad temper, try to be the look he likes, and even stop wearing clothes that Draco thinks Excessively revealing shorts and vests.All these accommodations are in exchange for his usual stingy smile, but even so, when Draco looks at me coldly, I often wonder whether it is because I am not doing well enough.Sometimes, it is obvious that he is wrong, but I can still apologize to him with a smile.

This……

sounds so scary...

At this time, Michael had gone a little far, and I hurried to catch up with him.He stared down at me with a stern face, and thought for a while before speaking, "Now I want to tell you something very profound." He said, seriously.

I nodded, solemnly.

"That is..." Michael shifted his gaze back to the road ahead, and then said with a calm expectation like a BBC news reporter, "If he likes you, he should like you for what you are now, not what you might become. look." He shrugged, "Just like me, when I dated those three girls before, I never asked them to change, but used our original appearance to get along with each other." As he spoke, he licked his lips. mouth, and nodded again seriously.

"Obviously, neither you nor those three girls will end well." I rolled my eyes at his playful face, then stomped on his foot, and ran past him into the ornamental pavilion Parasitic garlands, apartments sprayed with white ink.

I'm home!

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