[HP]Helen Pan

Draco hugged me from behind, his palms tightly wrapped around my neck, and half of his body leaned against my back. Draco just stood there quietly, as if he was asleep.

For a while, only the breathing of the two of us was left in the room, which was short and warm.The light orange smoke from the unknown spices in the censer lingers around us, gradually creating a kind of tranquility in a dream.I don't know how long it took until the greasy old clock hanging on the wall rang out on time, and the two of us suddenly woke up.

"Okay, honey." Draco let me go almost instantly.He took a few steps and turned his back to me, took down the dusty crown from the shelf, frowning, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it back and forth carefully, then turned around and used a very He said in a disdainful tone, "Come, take it." He moved the hand holding the crown, and there was some strange emotion in his eyes. I stared at his face and thought for a while before I realized Vaguely aware that he seemed to be—shy.Such a discovery made me happy. In the past two years, I could no longer associate Draco with a teenage boy. Only now did I discover that there seemed to be something in his heart.

"I know you like it, but after all this is over, I must give you a newer one with more gems inlaid." Until I reached out to take the crown, he immediately turned half sideways and folded his hands After rubbing it, he gave a dry cough, "You stared at him twice." He muttered softly.

The next day.

"Take care of yourself."

Carrying my luggage and holding Anthony in my arms, I stood on the platform of the station and said goodbye to Hermione who came to see me off.Her dark brown coat, fluffy long hair are covered with snowflakes, her red nose and wet eyes make it easy to associate her with words like soft and quiet.But I know she is not, she chooses to stay at the school at such a sensitive moment, with Harry, they want to do something against Voldemort, at least protect the school.So she was steadfast, brave, and someone like me, running home in a bleak, quiet morning, can only salute her.

Just before boarding the train, I hugged Hermione, "Please be careful..."

The Hogwarts Express drove me towards home every second without stopping, but I didn't feel the joy of going home at all in my heart.I feel a thump in my temple thinking about what Draco is about to do.The diadem that Draco gave me in my carry-on backpack always gave me a weird feeling, like my skin was repelling the touch of him.

Waiting for me on the platform was Michael, whom I hadn't seen for a semester.His hair was a little longer than when we parted, and it hung softly on the side of his face, giving him a slovenly look, but it was what a big boy should look like.

"How is everyone?" I asked immediately after seeing him, "How are my parents? I heard from grandpa that my mother should go out as little as possible. Such a request will definitely drive her crazy. You must know that she Someone who can't be idle at all. And Dad, he used to have endless meetings and business trips. And the horses on Grandpa's estate, are they okay, is Lulu taking care of them... "

As soon as the topic started, I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. I asked all the way, and Michael rolled his eyes in disgust. "Everyone is fine, everyone is fine."

After returning home, it is natural and touching to ask for your health. What moved me the most was that the world here seemed to have no haze. Still going on with his life.Maybe Michael is right, for normal people Voldemort is as dispensable as the language of the end of the world, just a topic for after-dinner jokes.

After a sumptuous dinner, I took a large piece of salmon back to the room to feed Anthony, and took out the things in the bag and put them in place one by one.Just as I was thinking about where to put that suspicious diadem, Michael yelled at the door to get me out.

"Hey, Helen, what are you doing, the cake is being cut outside, your favorite...wait!" When Michael walked in, the smile on his face was frozen into a strange look, and he stared at my hand Tilting his head and resting his chin on his hand, he asked, "This thing is... Ravenclaw's crown?" He said, took the thing from my hand to the desk, and turned on the desk lamp carefully. After staring at it for a while, I turned to stare at me again and said, "Really... where did you get it?"

"I took it in the room on request." I stared at the change in his expression.

"It's a good thing..." Michael whispered, and then he asked suddenly, "But do you feel that this thing is weird?"

"Of course...it's very strange..." My eyes were glued to the shining crown under the white flag lamp, and the shining luster seemed depraved and fascinating, "You know where the problem is, right?" I tilted my head Looking at Michael, I need his help, which is why I brought this thing back.

"How do I know?" Michael winked and scratched his hair.

"Is there anything you don't know?" I asked back.In fact, part of the reason why I brought this thing back is to let him take a look. I think he will be able to figure out something.Although I know he probably won't be willing to wade into the muddy waters of wizards, but at least he will give me a little help.

"Oh, Mr. Wood." My grandfather came to the door of my room at some point, and he knocked on the door politely and stood there with a smile.

"Oh, yes. I remembered that I still have a report to do. I'm going home first." Michael quietly tucked the crown into his baggy clothes, and then slipped out of my room.

After my grandfather entered the house, he first cast several advanced spells in my room, which could completely shield this room from the outside world.

"It's today!" I couldn't wait to speak, I pulled my grandfather's sleeve and said incoherently, "Today Draco is going to do it."

"Yes." The grandfather nodded, "but Snape just let him do it."

"How do you know?" I was a little surprised, Draco said that Snape would give him some help, but I don't know the extent of this so-called help.

"It's not important." He shook his head, "Helen, the world of wizards is in turmoil right now, and everyone is in danger. Everything is not peaceful now, and today another document was sent to say that another group of filmmakers went missing from Azkaban. Ghost." The grandfather found a chair and sat down, he smiled, looked very kind but not too much, "The mysterious man is back, I hope you, as the heir of the family, know how to protect yourself."

"Fu..." I was about to speak when my grandfather stopped me.

"Call him the Mysterious Man, Helen." The grandfather said very solemnly, "You should know that neither your parents nor your old grandfather want you to take risks. You should understand that if something happens to you, no matter what the final Whatever the ending is, it means nothing to our family." He straightened his cuffs, "Since you're back, don't go back to Hogwarts." After speaking, he got up and left.

I watched my grandfather slowly walk out of my room, leaned back on the bed and waited for the ceiling, muttering, "Okay, everyone wants me to stay well... am I really so useless ?” It’s also frustrating knowing that the comments that leave me alone are for my own good.

I turned over and looked at the moonlight outside the window. After tonight, the wizarding world will be in chaos.

The next morning, or rather the early hours of the next day, I was awakened by Michael's loud knocking on the door.I slipped out of the room with my clothes on, and cast a sound-proofing spell on my parents' room with my wand before I opened the door to let Michael in.

"Are you crazy! What time is it?" I rubbed my arms, cast a warming spell on the room and pulled Michael to sit on the sofa. "What do you want to drink?" I stood up to get something hot, but Michael stopped me.His expression was very tense, judging from the already cool pajamas on his body, he just woke up from his sleep, "What happened?" I sat down next to him, and this was the first time I saw Michael This look.

"This is a Horcrux." Michael held the crown I brought back from Hogwarts in his hand.

"Horcrux?!" I subconsciously glanced at my parents' room, and then asked again in a low voice, "Are you sure? How did you see it? The crystal ball told you?"

"No, it's not a crystal ball." Michael's tone was a bit erratic, his eyes were flickering and looking ahead but without focus, making it unclear what he was looking at.

"It's a revelation in a dream." His tone was more like a dream, "I feel the fluctuation of the soul on this thing. In the dream, I saw that he stripped part of his soul from his body..."

Speaking of this, Michael paused, he took my hand, and squeezed my fingers so hard that I felt a little pain, "Remember, that notebook you destroyed in the second grade, it was also a Horcrux! How did you Did it?" Michael's tone was urgent, a little weirdly eager, "You have to do it again, ruin him!"

"Maybe we should talk it over with Arthur?" I looked at Michael and suggested.We all know what a Horcrux means. Once the Horcrux is destroyed, it is equivalent to destroying part of Voldemort's soul, and our tracks are likely to be exposed.Thinking of this, I took another look at Michael's focused eyes, and I suddenly realized something. If destroying the Horcruxes may reveal our traces, then Michael felt the wave of the soul in the dream just now, and it is very likely that he has been discovered by Voldemort up!

I was intimidated by my own assumptions, but I could see from the look on Michael's face that he had the same assumptions as I did.I took a deep breath, looked into the room again, and said, "I was using the sword of Gryffindor..." Then, I pulled Michael up, "Come on, let's change places."

In the early hours of the morning, the sun has not risen, the moon has not set, and there is ignorance between heaven and earth.Michael and I hurried through the narrow streets, and the wind whipped up the fallen leaves on the ground and made some kind of whimpering sound.Michael and I are standing in the garden some distance from our home at the moment, with the weird crown on the stone bench, and I use my wand to summon the sword that Dumbledore had given me.

The blade of Gryffindor's sword shone with a cold luster, a righteous and ruthless gesture.

I raised the sword above my head, and besides my own and Michael's panting, the only sound in my ears was the rustling of the wind passing through the treetops.I feel extremely unreal at the moment, everything is like a dream.The arm muscles exerted strength, and the whole sword fell down with the sound of cutting through the wind.

There was a "boom", the icy sound of metal hitting.

The point of the sword touched the ground, and the crown also fell to the ground, but it was intact.

Michael and I looked at each other, and saw that he was holding his wand in his left hand, and one spell after another was thrown from his wand.But under these successive attacks, the crown remained intact.Michael paused, and then he seemed to think of something.

"Burning flames!"

But his wand was not facing the crown but the sword in my hand, and the magical flames that danced in an instant wrapped the sword.

"Now!" Michael yelled.

I raised the sword in my hand, and an irresistible sense of mission rose in my heart inexplicably.

This time, when the sword and the crown collided together, the magic flame jumped up with a 'thump' as high as a person, and the bright orange-yellow flame turned into an evil purple that lasted for a long time, and only began to overflow from under the flame. juice.

Michael and I watched side by side, and we smiled at each other until the flames died down to reveal the diadem that had been cut in half.I picked up the pieces and put them in my pocket, "I need to take these things to my grandfather." As I said that, I took out the door key of my grandfather's manor and took Michael's hand. I was about to start the door When he was holding the key, Michael withdrew his hand.

"I think I have to go home first." Michael wiped his hands vigorously on the sides of his trousers.He smiled and waved at me, then urged, "Let's go!"

I nodded, and when I activated the Portkey, the whole world began to twist.In the midst of spinning around, I wish I could hear Michael say - wish me luck.

Wish me luck?

The author has something to say: Well, I'm trying to get my conscience back...

You can see that Helen needs a little motivation, so we're going to give her some motivation!