[HP]Helen Pan

I lived in St. Mungo's for about three weeks, during which time I followed the daily update of the Daily Prophet.My grandfather didn't visit me very often after I was sober, but I soon found out what he was up to.Because three days after I was sober, the Ministry of Magic officially announced that a Death Eater had escaped.And just one day later, the newspaper claimed that the escaped Death Eater was verified as Alec H. Fernand Pan.At this moment, my family was placed on the cusp of the storm. Many people began to wonder what kind of sinister intentions their grandfather had who refused to abdicate after retirement. They said that his grandfather was the same as Alec. One of them is in the open and the other is in the dark, all of them are working for the mysterious person.Just when such rumors were spreading, the Daily Prophet published another report, saying that Alec, the Death Eater, had found a chance to escape after making a mad attempt to murder his own niece.

It was like adding a handful of salt to boiling oil, and everyone turned those doubts into sympathy in an instant.

See, he attacked his niece, so they must be on opposing sides.And my grandfather's love for me is something everyone can see, so my grandfather was put on a father who was not strict in his family.Everyone knows the misfortune of the Pan family. The grandfather lost his eldest son in his early years, and unfortunately learned in his later years that his second son was a Death Eater, and now this Death Eater attacked his beloved granddaughter.And the grandson of the Pan family, this innocent little girl almost died at the hands of her own uncle.Even my Squib father was regarded as an object of sympathy, everyone sympathized to think that the father was a Squib, so he was so unattractive in the eyes of most witches that he could only marry a Muggle.

And I, who played the role of an innocent little girl in the whole thing, became the object of everyone's sympathy.My hospital room was almost flooded with sympathy, and the piles of presents and tabloid reporters trying to interview me gave me a headache.I can finally understand why Harry always becomes irritable so easily. When your every move is observed with a magnifying glass, anyone will become irritable.

Obviously, the ups and downs in the wizarding world cannot affect my mother's good mood.In order to celebrate my discharge from the hospital, my mother and father decided to put down their work and the whole family went on a trip to relax, and I agreed with it with both hands. After all, apart from those annoying rumors, I might be visited by Alec at any time.What my grandfather said in the ward that day made me feel faintly ominous. He already regarded me as the sole heir of the family, so he was completely disappointed with the second son who intended to murder me.

So what will he do?

No longer favoring him like in the past, or buying him to kill him?

In short, I feel that my life, which should have been smooth sailing, is going through an unprecedented catastrophe. It's like an innocent storm, and the tornado in the center is trying to drag me into it.

I used to think that becoming the heir of the family seemed cool and cool, but now that I think about it, it means that many responsibilities that do not belong to me will be placed on my shoulders.You see, I am the next heir of the family, so I must not let my family be ashamed, and even I have to fight like other nobles to maintain the family's reputation.

But what about my family background?

The descendants of the family have withered to the point where I am the only one left in my generation, and there is even a Death Eater in our family...

Thinking of it this way, I feel even more headache. I will definitely let my grandfather down.

After listlessly dragging the clothes out of the closet and stuffing them into the suitcase, I lay down on the bed in frustration. There was a dull pain in my arm, which was hit by Alec's spell. The doctor in charge said it would hurt for a while .I dragged the pillow at hand and hugged it, and the double-sided mirror that I had stuffed under the pillow popped out unexpectedly.Frowning, I held the mirror in my hand, and carefully stroked the pattern on it with the pulp of my thumb. There was a sudden depression in the pattern of the mirror, which was bare. There was a gemstone embedded in it, but now it was gone. I do not know whereabouts inadvertently.

I smiled and flipped open the mirror, which reflected my face peacefully.I frowned and moved the mirror closer so I could see the pimples on my forehead more clearly.

When did it come out?

Just when I put down the mirror and tried to squeeze out the pimple with both hands, Draco's shadow flashed on the mirror, and I was squeezing the pimple with both hands on my forehead son……

"Hi..." I lowered my hand in embarrassment, the muscles on my face were extremely stiff at this moment, and I could imagine my embarrassment from Draco's mocking expression.

"Look at you! Just boil some potion out of Barber's tubers and drink it." Draco stared at me strangely, then laughed unceremoniously.

Draco's sneer made me feel very embarrassed, and he seemed to realize something after laughing and stopped talking, which made the two of us fall into silence at the same time.

"Long time no see." I broke the silence first, smiled stiffly, and said in a dry voice, "What happened last time... It was last semester, I have no other choice... I hope you don't take it to heart superior."

"Yeah." Draco's face became even more weird and ugly, he waved his hands, and made some noises from his nostrils as if nodding in agreement, "I heard that you were discharged from the hospital, that's a curse. I have to say, You are so lucky." He moved his mouth, but his voice sounded a little weak, his gray-blue eyes were always captured by some kind of obscure emotion, and I couldn't even find a trace of a smile in the middle.

He knew I was being attacked?

But he doesn't care at all...

The idea of ​​complaining like this came to my mind at first, but then I remembered that in the melee at the Ministry of Magic, only one Death Eater other than Voldemort escaped, and that was-my uncle Alec.This means that Draco's father, Lucius, was captured in Azkaban...

This made me feel pity unconsciously, and looked carefully at Draco in the glasses again, his skin seemed to be even paler.He seemed to have just woken up, his hair was a little messy, and there were some blue stubbles on his chin, which made him look extremely decadent.You know, he has always been a stinky guy, he has never let me see him so haggard...

"Draco..." I licked my lips trying to say something reassuring, but he was clearly noticing.

Draco gave me an almost disgusted look, then quickly closed the mirror, and in a blink of an eye, only my face with a tangled expression remained on the double-sided mirror.

There was a knock on the door, he knocked three times and then opened the door to come in.

"Here, remember to bring sunscreen. Also, Victoria reminded me to bring your passport and air ticket." Michael threw a few cardboard boxes to me, and then naturally kicked away the sundries on the ground that I hadn't had time to sort out in the future , walked to my bed and sat down.This trip Michael and his mother also went with us, so we made plans for the trip a few days ago, such as going to the beach to bask in the sun and see beautiful women in bikinis, and then whistle to them.He glanced at me, then deliberately lowered his voice and said, "You remember to bring your own wand this time."

"What's wrong?" I sat up on my arms and looked at Michael inexplicably, knowing that I didn't carry a wand with me on vacation.Firstly, subconsciously, I still don't like that thing very much, and secondly, the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow underage wizards to use magic.

"Just take it with you." Michael sent me vaguely, he was rummaging through my game card for the boxer he lent me last time, "By the way! Remember to bring a hat, otherwise you will definitely die Baked by the hospitable Hawaiian sun."

Just when he got up to leave, I suddenly had an urge to ask questions.So he closed the mirror in his hand, and asked, "Michael, what will happen to you if your parents are caught in prison?"

"What?" Michael stood still and looked back at me. He obviously couldn't keep up with my thinking.But after a while, he laughed teasingly again, and he came back and sat down beside me, "Are you talking about the white peacock in Slytherin?" I understand your expression.

I had the embarrassment of being seen through, but felt I had nothing to hide from Michael.So I nudged him with my elbow, "I don't mean anything else, I just think everyone is friends... well, I think Draco looks pretty miserable now." As I said that, I stroked vigorously hair.

"Well, in fact, you are quite miserable, and you still have nothing to think about others." Michael said, but after I was patted with a pillow, he restrained his gloating look.

"That's right, I was arrested and sent to prison. No one will support you when your son wants to pretend to be a tiger." Michael was speechless. He snatched the pillow from me and hugged him in his arms, then shook his head, pretending to shrug with regret. He shrugged his shoulders, "Think about it, Mr. Platinum became a family member of a terrorist overnight. Think about that face that usually has 'superior' written on his forehead. Tsk tsk, this is really a tragedy in the world..." Said As he watched, Michael raised his head and rubbed his chin with his index finger as if enjoying himself.

"Seriously!" I pushed Michael hard, I really didn't want to watch him scold Draco.

Michael curled his lips, patted my hand on his neck indifferently, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "If it were me, I would definitely cry to you, and then ask Peter and Victoria to take me in." He said indifferently Pouting, he patted my pillow and hugged it tighter, "But Malfoy would hide and curse everyone. When he laughs, others can laugh; but When he can't smile, he will definitely hate other people's smiles. Think about it, he is absolutely unable to save his face to show weakness, let alone accept anyone's help, because in terms of his conceit, he Will treat everyone's kindness as a shameful handout."

"..." Facing Michael's words, I lowered my head silently, feeling that my originally high mood suddenly dissipated like the ebbing water without a trace, and I felt depressed, and I couldn't explain why.

The author has something to say: I love Michael more and more, he really is my own son~

YY took a look at the stories about him that may be written in the future~~~Let’s take a look~~~

Michael walked repeatedly in the living room of his long-time friend Snape, his head buried like a anxious turkey.Snape's wife XXX glanced at Snape, and Snape was still sitting on the somewhat worn nylon sofa in the living room. He shook the Daily Prophet in his hand and continued to read with his mouth pursed.The paper said that the Ministry of Magic would pay more for the education budget next year, which might mean he could get a bigger and newer sofa.

"Hey! Old Bat! Can't you just take care of your poor friend?!" Michael snatched the newspaper from Snape's hands irritably, crumpled it up and threw it aside.

Snape coughed, his black eyes fixed on Michael and then on to the newspaper he had thrown aside. He had just read the part about teachers' treatment.

"Okay! I think this month's anti-wrinkle potion will be mailed to you in a few days!" Snape changed his posture slowly, closed his eyes slightly, and looked a little sleepy, "Look, I even snatched it from my wife and sent it to you first."

Michael's mouth moved, and he looked helpless, "I want to apply with Dumbledore to teach wizard economics at Hogwarts." After a while, he stuffed himself into the old sofa behind him a little discouraged, and hung his head , it seems extremely difficult.

"Oh!" Snape raised his eyebrows, his thin lips curled up slightly, as if mocking, "I really don't want to work with you."

"Do you think I want to be a colleague with a guy like you who doesn't wash his hair?!" Michael glared at him, and then said with a depressed mouth, "Do you think the professor chases female students... um..." Michael He paused in embarrassment, "Isn't it immoral?"

Snape straightened his back and leaned forward slightly as if interested.After so many years, this was the first time he heard that his old friend, who loved to do face-saving projects, wanted to fall in love, and his appearance was a bit like a new love affair.Even Snape's wife XXX was enthusiastically directing the waving feather duster towards the sofa, trying to hear better.

"Then..." Snape asked his wife to pour Michael a cup of honey tea, God knows how Michael had the same hobbies as Dumbledore's old bee.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then confessed, "May I know what grade that is a female student?"

"First grade." Michael blurted out.

Snape's face froze suddenly, and his wife was immediately distracted. The feather duster that was suspended by magic lost control and fell straight down on Michael's head!

"That's really immoral." XXX blurted out the answer.

Snape leaned back on the sofa again, nodded to his wife in approval, and then gritted his teeth, "It's not just immoral, it's scum."

"No!" Michael rubbed his head vigorously, "Old Bat, you can't say that about your good friend. You husband and wife team up to bully people!"

"You are a beast, not a human." Snape straightened his sleeves and said leisurely.At this time, her wife handed him another newspaper, which also happened to reprint the Ministry of Magic's intentional report on teachers' salary increases, which made him very happy.

"But if I don't go to school, I'm really afraid that she will be taken away by other brats..." Michael murmured softly, his mouth pouted as if he was wronged, "I've been waiting for so many years..."

"What's yours is always yours." Snape lifted his head from the newspaper, trying to reassure his animal friend with a sigh.

"But she is indeed not mine." Michael looked at Snape, "The current situation is that I covet other people's wives." As he spoke, he quickly added, "You know, I am good at divination."

"..."

After school starts, Potions class.

"Miss X, I think you should sit next to Miss Granger," Snape said. "Getting too close to a kid like Harry Potter will lower your IQ."

"Miss X, you should go to the Gryffindor table. Don't you think it's too close to Slytherin?"

"Mister Malfoy! How many times have I said, as a Slytherin, you should stay away from Gryffindors! They'll just make you stupid!"

"Miss X..."

"Professor, I'll sit next to Hermione right now."