[HP] The Tweed River flows

Patrick is notoriously expelled with only a few months left to graduate.

The last time I saw him was the day he moved out of school.With a gray complexion and a smell of alcohol, he sat on the stairs and watched his luggage being carried out by the house elves, not daring to raise his head to meet the eyes of any passing students.Alexandra hadn't seen me face to face for months, and whenever she was seen at the other end of the corridor, she made a detour in a hurry.Evil is rewarded with evil, and reincarnation in the law of heaven is still fair.

But is it all over?Unfortunately, the answer is still no.One wave is not flat, and another wave rises again.The second protagonist of the story, Barrow, is involved at this time.

Ever since that incident happened on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, I have left a deep psychological shadow. I always feel that there are eyes staring at me that cannot be shaken off, and there are even rustling footsteps.Searle said it was my psychological effect, and I couldn't tell the difference myself. Now even the sound of the wind blowing the treetops is enough to make me tremble with fear.Later, she picked me up after each Care of Magical Creatures class, and then accompanied me back to the castle.Although I think this is a bit inappropriate, but she insisted on doing so.

But one day after class, I waited for a long time, but I didn't see Syl.

I was a little worried, wondering if she was caught up in a temporary business, or something else.The Forbidden Forest is vast and open on all sides, and no one can guarantee that there will be no second scum like Patrick.While secretly regretting that Syl had come out to fetch me, I set off for the castle.But after walking a few steps, I heard the ghostly footsteps again.

I go, it also goes; I stop, it also stops.

I immediately became alert, my heart was in my throat, all the muscles in my body tensed, and my right hand subconsciously clenched my wand.After walking a few steps quickly, the footsteps behind him also became hurried.I started to trot, dodged quickly into a shadow at a corner, and saw a black figure following behind me a few seconds later.

"Stop! Who are you? Why are you following me?" I suddenly appeared from behind the tree holding my wand and asked loudly.

The man was startled, turned around, and froze in place in bewilderment.With the light, I could see his face clearly.

"It's you?" I said in amazement, which then turned into defensiveness and disgust. "You're Patrick's friend. What are you stalking me for?"

This is the first time I've spoken to Barrow.

"I...I...I..." He hesitated several times in a row, but failed to utter a complete sentence, "...just happened to pass by here."

"Lie!" I said decisively, squinting my eyes at him, and my wand didn't seem to let go. "You've been following me for a long time, I can feel it! What the hell are you trying to do?"

He was very tall, but he stared awkwardly at his toes like a boy caught doing something wrong, and said nothing.

"Patrick asked you to do this?" After a long pause, I trembled, trying to find a reasonable excuse for his behavior.

"No—it's not!" He raised his head in panic and argued, his eyes accidentally met mine and then looked away guiltily.

"why?"

"Yes…"

"You want revenge on me?—for your friend?"

"No..." He groaned, seemingly in great pain.

"Speak your purpose!"

silence.

silence.

silence.

Finally, he said hoarsely, "You are alone, not safe."

"So?" I raised my voice and asked back, not understanding what he meant by that.

"I want to keep you safe."

I stared at him blankly, my wand-holding hand loosened.

"What does this have to do with you?" I asked uncertainly.

"Because...because...I like you." He whispered, his voice was as low as a gust of wind passing through the treetops, his eyes dodged, as if he was saying something shameful.

"What the hell..." I said slowly, my brain was working hard, as if I couldn't understand the straightforward words, "It's all a mess."

He jerked his head up, as if offended.

"I don't know you at all..." I shook my head and took two steps back, gradually calming down, "We've never spoken. That's impossible... Your excuses are so lame."

"How is it impossible?" He said eagerly, and took two steps forward with his arms outstretched.

"Don't come over—" I said warily, raising my wand again, "I don't believe you."

He stood there frustrated, and said with difficulty: "Do you have someone you like, Helena?"

No one has ever asked me this question.

I thought for a second, and answered: "No." Then I frowned and added, "Don't call me by my name like that, I don't know you at all." I turned around and prepared to leave.

"Don't—don't go," he slammed closer and grabbed me, "please hear me out, please hear me out!"

"Please let go!" I scolded in a low voice, twisting my wrist to break free, but he didn't let go at all.

"We met very long ago, but you never noticed me," he whispered quickly, as if determined to say everything in one breath, "when I first saw you You may have been ten years old, at Mrs Ravenclaw's funeral, I was just wondering who you were. Then you entered Hogwarts, and I saw you sitting at the Slytherin table By the way, I was thinking that maybe you could be sorted into our college, so that I could get to know you—but you didn’t attend the sorting school at all,” he paused, “but then I also realized that even if you attended the branching school, it wouldn’t matter. will come to Slytherin, after all Professor Ravenclaw is your aunt—"

"Let go--" A few traces of anger rose, and I didn't have the slightest interest in listening to him telling me here. He told me how he saw me every time, and said, "If you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude to you!" I threatened, but he just laughed and didn't respond.

The right hand holding the wand was chopped down, a flash of fire flashed, and Barlow let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, but he still stopped me and refused to let me leave.

"Why don't you want to hear me out? Listen to me and you'll believe—"

"I am not interested."

"Helena—"

"Don't call me by my name!" I looked up and glared at him. "I don't even know you. And I warn you, stay away from me."

"I didn't tell a lie! Do you know how it hurt when Patrick told me he wanted to chase you?"

"Don't--in front of me--mention that--asshole!" I said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault—" he said bitterly, "I didn't think he would try to get you that way—"

"Okay, stop talking. What happened today is ridiculous enough, I don't want to hear any more." I tried to get around him.

Baro stood there blankly, stunned for a second, and suddenly the shoulder grabbed from behind forced me to turn around and face him, almost screaming: "Why is it ridiculous? I like you why is it ridiculous? "

"baffling!"

He looked straight at me, a frightening frenzy in his black eyes, and then he leaned down and kissed me desperately.Immediately, he backed up two steps with a loud cry, and a long sting mark appeared on his left face.

"You and Patrick are the same breed!" My wand-holding hand trembled, and I couldn't tell whether it was anger or fear.

He touched the wound on his face with his hand, looked at me, a trace of suffocating violence overflowed from his body, and then clenched his fists.

"What do you want to do?" I said nervously, looking at him in fear, and unknowingly took two steps back, leaning against the tree trunk, even forgetting that I was still holding a wand.

Suddenly, a spell flashed, and Baro was knocked to the ground before he could resist.

"Get away from her!" My little uncle came striding from the jungle, wand raised furiously.

"Alger!" I cried out, suddenly feeling relieved, my knees gave way and I almost couldn't stand still.

"It's okay, Helena, I'll take care of the rest," he said calmly, patted me on the back, glanced at Baro on the ground, and continued: "I was just here to find Rowena Yes, I ran into your friend on the way. She said she couldn't come to pick you up because she was fined and detained today, but you never came back. I was worried that something would happen to you—"

Listening to his voice, I suddenly felt a little sore in my nose, and tears suddenly surged up, and I cried around Alger's neck.

"Why? Why do I always meet people like this?"

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Baro sat silently opposite Rowena, with obvious scratches on his face.

"Is what Alger said true? You followed Helena, and you still want to beat her?" Rowena frowned and asked with a complicated expression.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"why?"

"No reason," he said dryly, refusing to explain anything.

Rowena stared at the gloomy young man in front of her, and sighed, "I remember you. I remember you asked me about Helena. At that time, I listened to you and didn't tell her, but I regret it now It did."

"I'm very grateful."

"But I'm sorry that some things don't have to be like this."

"It's no use, Professor."

Rowena stared into Barrow's eyes, paused for a second, and asked suddenly: "You like her, right?"

Barrow avoided her eyes, thought for a moment, nodded, then shook his head, and finally buried his face in his palm, muttering, "I don't know."

"Understood," Rowena nodded to indicate that Baro could leave, but he didn't move.

"Professor, please don't tell others, and don't... don't mention this matter to her again."

"Have you changed your mind?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No...I just think...since it's impossible, there's no need to uncover it...It's too embarrassing to pierce it completely."

"But there are some secrets that shouldn't be kept," she said in a low voice, her eyes suddenly becoming a little melancholy, "but... well, no one else will know about it."

Barrow was sent to my mother's office by Alger, but left without receiving any substantive punishment.Even Professor Gryffindor couldn't see it, but my mother insisted on doing it.Alger and I don't like Barrow, but she seems to appreciate him very much, and even persuaded me to reconcile with Barrow.I still don't understand why, and probably I'll never understand her thoughts.If Alger hadn't arrived in time that day, who knows what would have happened?I still vividly remember the expression on the face of Baro when he raised his hand to me, exactly the same as when he was in the Albanian forest a few years later.If I had been wiser, I might have realized the impulsive and violent elements in his character, and the consequences of provoking him.But alas I ignored it, as I always did to him.

Originally, Alger was leaving school to go back to work that day, but it was postponed for another day because of me.I am grateful to him, probably no one in the world really cares about me except him and my late grandmother.My great and outstanding mother is really a conscientious and good teacher. After what happened to me, I can still devote myself to the work of the school with peace of mind.Perhaps she had forgotten that she had a daughter.

My chaotic student days are over here.Because my life at Hogwarts has been much calmer since Barrow graduated and Patrick was expelled.If I had to say something important, it would be that in sixth grade, Searle fell in love (I didn't know until sixth grade to be precise) - with a Hufflepuff boy of the same grade , looks a bit dull, but he is indeed a reliable and good person, I can't remember what his name is.Compared with me, Searle's student days were really ordinary, and even her whole life can be described by this word.There is no dazzling talent, nor particularly outstanding appearance, just like thousands of girls in the world, ordinary and ordinary.That's how I felt when I first saw her.But then I discovered that "outstanding" and "great" are often riddled with holes, but "ordinary" and "ordinary" are often accompanied by happiness.I have everything she doesn't have, but I still haven't been able to be happy.