[HP]Helen Pan

"Maybe I can lend you the book later in class." I turned to Harry behind me as I walked up the stairs.On Tuesday afternoon, according to the schedule, we had our first Potions class this semester.Harry and Ron didn't plan to take this class at all because of their O.W.Ls scores, so they didn't prepare the "Advanced Potion Making" and scales they needed before school started.

"Professor McGonagall said it's not a problem." Hermione said while taking away the prank supplies from the students. Ron tried to take the Mace Frisbee from him, but was frightened back by Hermione's threatening eyes.

Ron shrugged his shoulders and wrinkled his nose. He grimaced and said, "I thought there might be some books in the classroom."

I squinted and stared at the subtle interaction between the two. Although they still looked the same as before, I bet with all the gossip factors in my body and the blood and tears experience of those who have been there, there must be something between them, it's just The authorities are delusional.Thinking of this, I deliberately pulled Harry and walked two steps away from Hermione and Ron.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Harry followed me striding down the stairs towards the classroom, leaving Ron and Hermione behind in a blink of an eye.

I glanced back, then smiled secretly and said perfunctorily, "You will know when the time comes, let's go to the classroom to take a good seat now."

When he entered the classroom, Draco was sitting in a position away from the window, closed his eyes and dozed off. With his chin resting on his closed eyes and relaxed expression, and the bright golden sunlight outside the window looked like a lazy bow Persian cat stretching its back.I paused involuntarily, and belatedly thought that Draco was really pretty, and it seemed like a good deal to fall in love with him.

"What are you in a daze for?" Harry tugged at me, looking unhappy, his voice apparently waking Draco up.This made me notice a slight bluishness under his eyelids, dark circles that were obviously concealed.He glanced at us with an impatient frown, then packed his things irritably.I shrugged at Harry with a smile, and took a seat.

I have a vague feeling that the new potions professor, Mr. Horace Slughorn, seems to like students who are famous or outstanding in some way.Including students with high grades like Hermione or students with high reputations like Harry.From my point of view, he likes Harry very much, and his eyes often wander over him, with a kind of appreciation or to put it exaggeratedly, it is a kind of eyes of collectors looking at collections.I wish that was my delusion.

Draco was sitting two tables away from me. Probably neither Crabbe nor Goyle chose to study potions. Although there were still a few Slytherin students in the classroom, Draco still seemed a little Lonely, I don't know if this has something to do with Draco's father being caught.You know, Slytherin is a group of powerful guys.

"Okay! Let's spend the next hour or so to make a potion of living hell." Slughorn touched his big belly with a smile, and he held a small glass bottle in his hand. Contains today's special reward - a small elixir of felicity.I read in the book that people who drink that stuff will be very lucky during the period of the medicine. I think that if you buy a lottery ticket at this time, you will definitely get rich overnight.

Everyone probably had some ideas about Felicia Felicia, and as soon as the professor finished speaking, they all immersed themselves in making up the prescription.I inadvertently glanced at Draco when I was fetching the ingredients, and found that he was looking at Professor Slughorn, his eyes rolling quickly, thinking he was thinking about something.

I went back to my cauldron, spread out the ingredients, and suddenly figured it out. With Draco's pushy personality, he must have felt that he didn't get the attention he deserved from the professor, so he was trying to attract him. attention.While I was cooking my Sleepy Beans, Draco spoke up, and unfortunately got a soft nail on the professor.I couldn't help but look up at him. He lowered his head and moved his lips, while he was cutting his sleepy beans vigorously with his hands.It made me laugh, he must be silently cursing Professor Slughorn for being a blind guy.

Just when I was gloating, tragedy happened.Because the skin of the sleepy bean is smooth and hard, the blade of the silver knife in my hand was deflected and cut my finger that was pinching the sleepy bean.

damn it!

Angrily, I put down the knife in my hand and stuffed the injured index finger into my mouth, sucked a few mouthfuls bitterly, then picked up the wand and cast a simple healing spell on myself.After finishing all this, I looked up with some guilt, hoping that no one would see my embarrassing clumsy appearance.

Everyone was struggling for that bottle of Felix Felicia, and they all buried their heads and stared at their cauldrons. Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I suddenly found that Draco was looking at me with a half-smile , After realizing my gaze, he raised his eyebrows and moved his index finger towards me.Stupid, he lip-smacked me.

what a shame!

I buried my red face, picked up the knife and looked at the whole beans on the table.In order not to cut my fingers again, I simply used the blade of the knife to squeeze the sleepy beans indiscriminately, but I didn't expect that it would be easier to juice.

Just as I was stirring the pot of light snow blue concoction counterclockwise, Ron's viscous concoction, which obviously ran counter to what was described in the book, made me feel extremely satisfied.At least, I'm not the worst one, I thought silently looking at Harry's almost transparent potion that was almost ideal.

It turned out that no one could make a more perfect potion than Harry, and he deservedly got the bottle of Felicia.As he was taking the vial from the professor, I noticed that Draco seemed to be paying attention, squinting carefully as Harry took the vial from Slughorn, and then he said nonchalantly. He began to organize his things, as if he didn't bother with that potion at all.

Over dinner, Harry told us the secret of his success.He said the second-hand book he got was full of cheating notes, and that the methods, while unorthodox, spoke louder than words, and the methods clearly worked.

"Oh! I don't think so." I put the sliced ​​red wine beef into my mouth, and then cut off Ginny's words in disapproval.She said it was like something like the second-year diary, and she thought Harry should get rid of it right away.I thought it was a sign of her nervousness. I took the book from Harry's hand and flipped through it casually. "It's just a book with notes. Remember? Your diary The book bleeds ink without a single word on it." I noticed that on the back cover there was a small print: This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.

Half-Blood Prince?

That's a cool nickname.

Harry agreed with what I said very much. He swallowed the food in his mouth and couldn't wait to say, "Yes! Those are just some notes." Then, he pushed Ron, and Ron nodded in good faith.

Hermione was clearly on the same side as Ginny, and she was being cautious, which was fine, of course.She took the book from me and cast a present spell on it, earnestly.

"Look! This is an ordinary book." Harry quickly took the unchanging book back from Hermione's hand, then got up and left quickly, as if afraid that Hermione would take the book Just like snatching.

'So the savior is unhappy over a book again? 'Michael sat in the library with his chin resting on his right hand, passing a note to me with his left hand's hideous handwriting.

'Don't mock him please? ' I raised my eyebrows, 'You also think that book is suspicious? '

'no no!I just wish I could get a guide with backstage like that too. ’ Michael smiled languidly, and he said the last few letters were extravagantly exaggerated.

'All right!Tell me about Professor Slughorn? 'I thought about it, and finally hesitated to write this name, and I always felt that this professor was a bit unpleasant.

' Funny people. ’ He wrote without hesitation, ‘I like to buy some blue chips and potential stocks, and of course he won’t miss the hot sector investment right now. '

'What do you mean by saying this? 'I've read Michael's words several times, but I still don't understand them, so he means that Hermione is a blue chip or a potential stock, and Harry is the current hot sector?

Michael didn't answer me at this time, but just drew a weird big arrow on the scratch paper.

I looked up at him, but he hooked his chin and motioned me to look in the direction of the arrow.

I raised my head in surprise, only to see a person sitting on the vacant seat of the long table in the library at some point. He was wearing a dark green and elegant school uniform robe. He was——Draco.

When I realized that Draco was sitting across from me, I subconsciously corrected my sitting posture, and after swallowing nervously, I suddenly realized that I don't need to be nervous, is there?

He is now just a friend of mine who is not too close.

Draco's eyes wandered between me and Michael, his pale face showed no expression, and that indifferent expression made people feel a little oppressed for no reason.

The three of us glanced at each other, then Michael bit his lower lip and stood up. He picked up the book he had just selected and sent it back to the bookshelf, then stopped at another shelf, as if thinking Choose books carefully.

I watched Michael's movements and curled my lips subconsciously.

This guy is really smart and considerate, I silently cursed in my stomach.To be honest, there is no special relationship between me and Draco now, there is absolutely no need for Michael to avoid it deliberately, and his actions make me feel embarrassed instead.My butt moved uncomfortably in the chair, I stopped watching Draco's movements out of the corner of the eye, and decided to open the book and continue my history of magic homework on how elves made their first revolution.

Just when I opened the cover of the bronzing thick book in my hand, Draco stood up suddenly.Just when I thought he was going to leave, and read the content I needed in peace of mind according to the order of the book, he suddenly sat down beside me.

When that familiar, rich, luxurious scent of perfume hits my face, I must admit that my mind went blank for a moment.Because the smell is so choking...

"What's the matter?" I looked at Draco in surprise, I don't know why, this person seems a little strange.He seemed to carry a tired and gloomy aura, just like the weakness and fatigue caused by not seeing the sun for a long time.But that feeling is not the same as Michael's appearance caused by lack of sleep. My intuition tells me that he must be under a lot of pressure now.

But these things have nothing to do with me. I believe that even if I ask him, he will not necessarily answer.

Draco blinked, noncommittal.

It's strange, yesterday I thought he was a terribly childish guy, but now I find it difficult for me to understand him.

"Does your hand hurt?" Draco's voice was very soft and fast, almost moving his lips before turning his head to look at Mrs. Pince who was already sorting out the records at the entrance.

Really dishonest.

I curled my lips, then shrugged my shoulders and replied, "It doesn't hurt a long time ago." It's just such a small wound, if he didn't ask me, I would almost forget it.

After listening to my answer, Draco fell silent suddenly, as if he had forgotten what he was going to say.Michael walked back and put down the two books he had chosen. After seeing us, he pursed his lips knowingly and went back to the bookshelf.

When Michael came again, Draco found his voice as if he suddenly woke up. He looked around again, and then whispered, "Do you think you are in a bad situation now?"

"What?" I couldn't keep up with his thinking.

"Do you still need me to analyze it with you?" Draco looked at me harshly, and then began to count them one by one, "Look, first of all is your father, your... bloodline." Draco's words let I frowned in displeasure, but he continued unconsciously or deliberately, "Fudge is down, and so is your grandfather Arthur. He lost his actual status and even quit his job." After speaking, he started to look again, and then said in a lower voice, "I still want your uncle, Alexis." He stared at me closely, with some oppression, "Although he escaped smoothly , but his identity has obviously been exposed." As he spoke, he pulled some distance away, "Now everyone knows that your Pan family has a Death Eater, and there is no follow-up."

"So what?" I asked frankly, staring at Draco's eyes full of determination after those words.I have considered all of what he said, but the final conclusion is that I don't think these things can affect my life, so I decided to avoid them, at least until the contradictions of the problem did not appear, I did not intend to actively do something What.

"So what?!" Draco's voice raised a lot involuntarily, and he stared at me with a look of disbelief on his face.He approached me again, and whispered but forcefully in my ear, "Helen Penn, your family is falling, he is destroying!"

"No." I shook my head and said calmly, "My relatives are all alive, and my family will never be destroyed."

But the so-called depravity...

As an inevitability of historical development, who can stop the pace of the times, who can stop the progress of civilization?

Draco stared at me, and after a moment he raised his chin and let out a long sigh of relief, then stood up without hesitation, turned around and left!

I watched his action with raised eyebrows, and then realized that I seemed to have hurt Draco.But it gave me a certain sense of satisfaction, and now I gave him back the same feeling that he used to make me uncomfortable with a few words.

"Well, that's fair. Right?" I asked Michael as we walked back to the dorm from the library.

He was holding a stack of books that were so thick that they were padded to his chin, and walked with difficulty, which may have prevented him from concentrating on answering my questions."If you think it's fair, then it's fair," he said.

That night, I lay on the big comfortable bed in the dormitory and suffered from insomnia.

Alec's face in the Death Eater mask kept coming back to me like a nightmare that wouldn't stop.I kept wondering how he killed his brother, and the calm blue eyes he had when he threw the killing curse at me.

How could Voldemort have the ability to make a person so fanatical and loyal to him that he would even sell the life of his blood relatives.

Is it for profit?

But if he doesn't care about his family, then all the benefits and achievements he has gained will be disintegrated with his death, so what is his purpose?

I pondered this question over and over with staring eyes, and finally saw Draco when I was drowsy, and he was also wearing the special mask of the Death Eater.

At this moment, I woke up suddenly, without any sleepiness.

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