[HP]Helen Pan

Yes, my name is Helen Pan.

My mother always took the trouble to sew 'HP' on my collar with gold thread, in case I went out to play football with some blond wild boys next door with freckles and bucktoothed hare lips.

Although it's clear from my name that my parents expected their daughter to be beautiful, most of the time, the reality is the opposite.

Black hair, dark eyes, typical Apennine appearance, the whole face is almost boring, if I have short hair mixed with the boys, I can hardly find it.As far as looks go, my dad didn't seem to have done me any favors.

My family seems conflicted.

My father was a lawyer, Irish, blond, and, according to my mother, very handsome.In terms of personality, he conforms to most people's impression of the profession of lawyers, rigorous, rigid, and harsh.His mother is Italian, and he grew up in the brackish sea breeze of the Mediterranean Sea.But her work lacks the elegance and romance of the Apennines.She is a reporter for the "Sun Daily", which is a headache for stars. Of course, if time permits, she will also write some gay literature to express the romantic factors in her body that have no place to vent.But most of the time, when she holds the pen, it makes people shudder.

Yes, The Daily Sun.

It's the gossip tabloid that specializes in disclosing the pornographic news and scandals of celebrities that don't make it to the stage.Although readers only regard this newspaper as a toilet companion, but as a newspaper reporter, the job is not easy at all.

The scene I see most often is that my mother is wearing her pair of black-rimmed glasses, lying on the table in the restaurant, holding her hair as dry as straw with both hands, frowning and biting the pen holder in pain, and constantly muttering Muttering "Yes, he stayed in his bachelor apartment for three full hours, and the two even kissed goodbye when they came out...".

My mother has such a famous saying, and my father and I agree very much.

She said that she was a reporter for a day and was busy with writing all her life.

My grandparents, both Italian, lived in a small two-story house near the sea in Naples.During the summer vacation, my parents would take me to see them, and by the way enjoy the sunshine and sandy beach by the beautiful Mediterranean Sea.Of course, Sunshine Beach is beautiful, but while enjoying it, I have to endure endless nagging from my grandfather.

Grandfather is a stubborn Christian.He firmly believes that our family is a branch of the Templars, with a sacred blood that cannot be desecrated.Every beautiful moment in the morning, my kind grandfather would try his best to dig me out of the quilt and swear an oath with him.

After bowing his head and kissing the holy cross reverently, he clasped the cross with both hands and made an oath.

I swear that I will dedicate my faithful soul to Allah.

Humility, honesty, compassion, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, spirit, these are the creeds I abide by throughout my life.

……

Just kidding, is he counting on me, an 11-year-old girl, to save the world?

My grandmother was a beautiful woman in the pictures, but she died when I was three years old.My grandfather lived alone in a manor on the outskirts of the city.The yard is so big that he has several horses.Every weekend, my mother would take the trouble to drive me for three hours to my grandpa's manor.

In her words, she and her father need a two-person world.

Of course, it is exciting for me to go horseback riding at my grandfather's estate.My grandfather is a tall and talkative old man. Although his face also has a series of vertical and horizontal wrinkles, his blue eyes are still clear.He still appears to be a well-mannered gentleman.He has a good temper and on the weekends he would teach me how to ride a horse and buy me sweets, desserts, Manchester United shirts, or whatever I wanted.All in all, he fits anyone's definition of a genial elder.

Except he's a wizard...

Yes, he is a wizard.He had a twelve-inch beech wand, although I can't believe it, but can you imagine?Your favorite Manchester United limited-edition mug turns abruptly into a stupid red plate right in front of you.Omg! This is seeing a glassware become a tableware.

Of course, he changed it back for me later.

Before I was 11 years old, my life was normal.

It's nothing more than going to and from school, playing football and fighting with the bunch of wild children in my mother's mouth.At the age of 11, an unexpected letter changed everything for me.Afterwards, although my life still revolved around going to and from school, and fighting with a bunch of brats, I entered Hogwarts.The most outstanding magic academy in the legend.On the day I received my Hogwarts admission notice, I happened to live in my grandfather's manor.When he saw the thick envelope, written in emerald ink, he actually wept.

I remember when the letter came, I was still sleeping.Poor old Jock (grandfather's butler) placed the thick parchment envelope into mine with trembling white-gloved hands.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes.Turning the envelope over, there was a bright red wax seal, a coat of arms, a capital 'H' surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

"My God! I actually gave birth to a wizard!" Mom held her face in her hands and stared at me in amazement, looking from top to bottom.Then, she frowned, "Hogwarts is an all-day boarding school?"

I think I know what she's up to.Yes, if I went to full-time school, it would mean that she and her father would have a whole semester of two worlds.

"Yes. Exactly." My grandfather nodded kindly.At the same time, he reached out and patted my father on the shoulder, then pointed to the photo of my grandmother on the wall, and said with a smile, "Hey! Peter, we have another wizard in our family. I think your mother will be very relieved."

"Yes." Father nodded. He looked at the photos on the wall, his eyes softened, and his blue eyes were as bright as stars twinkling in the sky."My mother always regretted that I didn't have wizarding blood," he said.

"Hey!" The mother walked up to the two men and clapped her hands, "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and send our little Helen to that Hogwarts! Let me see, we need "Standard Spells, Elementary", "History of Magic", work robes, wands, cauldrons..." She frowned and put down the attachment of the admission letter, then she stared at her grandfather and father and asked, "Where do we go for her?" Where to get these? Is there a magic paraphernalia store in London? Which neighborhood?"

The grandfather raised his head and laughed, then he got up and walked to his mother, nodding as a gesture to take the appendix from his mother, and then he gracefully put the paper into the inner skirt of his clothes, "Victoria, you don't have to worry about it." .I'd be happy to take little Helen to buy all these things."

Father, mother, grandfather, they all smiled very relieved, as if they had watched me walk into the door of that Hogwarts wearing a ridiculous robe.

What are you kidding? !

"I don't want to go to Hogwarts and learn some ridiculous magic!" I yelled.Then I used a hunger strike to show my steadfastness.

However, for the smooth development of my chaotic life in the future, I finally fell on a Manchester United home ticket.Yes, my father made a deal with me. He said that if I just report to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I will get a Manchester United home front row ticket at Christmas, and the latest Manchester United shirt.

So, I reluctantly agreed.

It's nothing more than a misstep that will cause eternal hatred.

Broken Ax Bar.

Before I came here, I never could have imagined that there is such a dirty, cramped place where abnormal human beings gather in this world.

Yes, everyone in the bar looked weird and scary to me.Especially after I saw a man who was two meters tall and whose hands were the size of a trash can lid, I became more determined.His shaggy beard took up almost his entire face, except for a pair of beetle-sized eyes, shining brightly.

It is worth mentioning that there is a little boy by his side.With a thin body, round gold-rimmed glasses, and thick bangs that almost cover his eyes, he is a very cute boy except for his clothes that are obviously too big to fit.

"Oh! Harry Potter!" The grandfather seemed very excited, he walked up to the little boy with big strides, and bent down to shake his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Pan." The giant greeted my grandfather with a smile.

"Hello Hagrid." My grandfather withdrew his hand, thinking of the giant again and nodding friendly.

"Hi!" I greeted the boy named Harry, "Helen Pan."

"Hey! Your initials are the same!" The guy named Hagrid laughed so hard that the floor of the Broken Ax almost shook.I shrugged at the boy named Harry and didn't speak.

"Harry, this Mr. Pan was the Ministry of Magic? Undersecretary and Director of International Magical Cooperation." Hagrid pointed his gnarled finger at his grandfather.

Ministry of Magic? Deputy Minister, and Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation?

I'm a little surprised.This official position seems to be very big. I only knew that my grandfather was a wizard, but I didn't expect him to be such a great person.

The grandfather just shook his head with a smile, and then he leaned over to Harry and said, "My little Helen will also be admitted to Hogwarts this year, I hope you can become friends."

"Of course!" Harry nodded with a smile, "It's my honor."

After a brief chat, we entered Diagon Alley ahead of them.

For me, Diagon Alley is another world. Men and women with pointed funny hats and floor-sweeping cloaks walk past me with a calm demeanor.

I'm starting to wonder if I've stumbled into a masquerade party by mistake! ?

"Let me see!" Grandfather took out the attachment of the admission notice from his pocket, put on his small round glasses with gold wire rims, and after a careful look, he took my hand and said, "I think we need Go buy a wand first. That's as important as life to a wizard."

My grandfather led me to a dilapidated, small and inconspicuous storefront.

Ollivander: Well-made wands since 380 BC.

There are nearly a thousand long, narrow and dark cartons piled up in a mess in the store, which makes me feel oppressed as soon as I enter the door, and I almost feel sick.

The shop owner is an old man with white hair and pupils so light that they are almost transparent.After greeting my grandfather, he pulled out a tape measure and started taking measurements for me.From the shoulders to the fingertips, from the wrist to the elbow, it's so detailed that I don't think I'm here to buy a wand but to make a tailor-made garment.Soon, I discovered that the tape measure was alive and moving freely around my body, which made me sick.

"Okay, try this." The old man handed me a dark brown stick, "walnut, phoenix feather, twelve inches long."

I glanced at my grandfather, who nodded mildly.So, I swallowed and took the stick from the man.Then, a miracle happened.A flash of white light gushed from my hand, and I tried to shake the contents out in horror only to find that my hand seemed to be glued to the wand.

"Great!" The owner smiled and looked at my grandfather.

Grandpa looked down at me in relief, he reached out and rubbed my head, and then whispered, "I remember Stellar's (my grandmother's) first wand was also walnut and phoenix feather."

Then we went to the bookstore stationery store and bought almost everything I thought was novel.

"Very well, we need a new set of magic robes at the end." Grandpa checked the list carefully.Then, pointing to Mrs. Malkin's gown store, he said with a smile, "I think we should go in and have a seat."

The light in the robe shop was a bit dim, and a chunky lady in a purple robe came out, oh no, a witch.

"Morgin, dear, my little granddaughter needs a Hogwarts uniform," said the grandfather with a smile.

"Oh, of course!" Madam Malkin nodded with a smile, and then she pointed to the velvet-decorated sofa and said, "Wait, please? There is still a young man who is customizing robes."

I looked along, and saw a pale boy with a thin face standing on a stool with his arms outstretched, letting a witch pin up his black robe.

"Hey! Few people do their hair like this now!" I walked up to him and stroked my hair back.God knows how old-fashioned his hairstyle was, with all his hair pulled back.Is there no place for their mousse?

"What?" He looked at me suspiciously, telling me with his expression that he didn't understand what I meant.