[HP]Helen Pan

That night, Harry, Hermione, Ron and I gathered around the fire in the common room to keep warm.At that time, Hermione told me that Harry's accident during the game was a conspiracy by Professor Snape, who was casting a curse on Harry.

"You can't be wrong! I've read a lot of books, and it's all about spellcasters who must be motionless and stare at their targets non-stop when casting a jinx. That's what Snape was like back then!" Hermione said firmly.

"Yes, that's right!" Harry said, "Although Hagrid doesn't believe it, I'm sure Snape wanted to steal Momo..." He paused, looked at me and added, "Momo is the three-headed dog."

"I'm sure Snape wants to steal that thing Momo is guarding!" Harry said quietly, but firmly.

"Probably not... right! He is our professor!" Since I just found out that I drank a lot of things that Professor Snape prepared, I decided to give him some credit.

"Helen! Don't be so naive!" Hermione said pretending to be old-fashioned, "A professor is not necessarily a good person, is he?" Ron also followed and nodded fiercely.

"The UK adopts the no-suspect system. We can only say that Professor Snape is suspected of a crime before he is sentenced..." I whispered.

The three of them rolled their eyes at me, as if they didn't want to talk to me anymore.

"Okay! Let's not talk about this, Hermione, do you know that Nick Flamel?" Harry waved his hand and asked.

Hermione frowned and shook her head helplessly, "This person was never mentioned in the books I read."

"Wait! Who are you talking about?" I squinted my eyes and asked, something flashed through my head just now.

"Nick Flamel," Harry repeated clearly.

"Wait!" I quickly ran back to the room and found the picture of Dumbledore that I had asked Harry for.

"Is it this?" I pointed to the introduction on the back of the card about Dumbledore's fear. "There is a sentence here. He and his partner Nick Flamel's research on alchemy also made him famous."

"However... this information seems to be too little..." I let go of my hands in frustration, "By the way, what do you want to know about him?"

"Hagrid accidentally slipped his mouth. This Nick Flamel has a lot to do with what Momo is guarding! It's what Snape wanted."

"Okay..." I replied dejectedly.

Why did the topic come back here again...

December in the UK is always unbearably cold.It was only mid-December, and Hogwarts had snowed for nearly ten consecutive days.These days Anthony lolls under the covers and refuses to come out, and bathing him has become a headache.

I took small sips of the hot milk, and at the same time, I was thinking about how to stuff Anthony into the water basin today.Just then Barbara, my grandfather's owl, flew in and brought me some sweets and a letter.

I grabbed some toast and threw it to Barbara, and I started to read my grandfather's letters.

"Harry, you're not going back to your uncle's house for Christmas, are you?" I looked sideways at Harry who was putting jam on toast.His movements paused before he nodded slightly.

"My grandfather invited you to join us at his manor at Christmas, do you want to go?"

I took out the invitation letter from the envelope and spread it in front of Harry, then said to Ron who was poking his head, "Grandpa invited you and your brothers too. He said that your parents are going to Romania to visit your grandpa during the Christmas holidays." The older brother who studied dragons there, so I entrusted you to him."

"How? Are you interested?" I looked at them with a smile.

"Of course!"

With Christmas approaching, everyone's smiles began to brighten, and even the boring history of magic and spells became interesting.It seems that everyone is already immersed in the festive atmosphere, and we are almost counting down the last few days, and everyone can't wait for the festival to come.

When I stepped off platform nine and three-quarters, my grandfather was standing upright at the end of the aisle in a fitted cashmere coat.

"Grandfather!" I waved to him excitedly.

"Are you happy at Hogwarts?" Grandpa picked me up and scraped the tip of my nose lightly.

"Of course!" I nodded with a smile, "Do you need me to introduce my classmates to you?"

"Harry Potter, you know this. These are Ron, George and Fred. They are Weasley brothers. Their eldest brother Percy didn't come because he was a prefect and couldn't leave. "

"Of course!" Grandpa smiled, with a warm smile on his vicissitudes of life, he put me down, and greeted Ron and the others one by one, then he took off the hat on his head and said, " Alright, now everyone hold on to my hats, we're going home!" he said with a laugh.

"Go home? Don't you want to take a car?" I frowned and looked around.

"We don't need a car today, use this!" Grandpa raised the hat in his hand again, "This is the port key."

door, key?

When I was still in a daze, the scene in front of me flew, twisted, and retreated like a fast-moving slideshow.

"Okay! Now everyone let go!" said the grandfather.

Then I felt a weightless fall, and finally I fell inexplicably into a luxurious but strange room.Fortunately, the thick wool carpet under my butt did not cause me any substantial damage.

"Miss Helen, Mr. Harry Potter and the young masters of the Weasley family, hello everyone!" A little guy suspected of ET appeared out of nowhere, he was wearing a clean but outrageously old pillowcase.

What is this? !

I frowned, shrinking back uncomfortably.

"Helen, do you still have house elves?" Fred answered me.

"Hi, Miss Helen, I'm your house elf Lulu. It's really rude of Lulu to greet you today, Lulu is such a bad house elf! Lulu is really necrotic!" Then, that ET, no, Lulu began to hit the wall with his head frantically.

Honestly, I've never seen a guy so good at self-mutilation.

"Grandfather..." I was stunned, and I could only look at my grandfather behind me in a daze.

He just smiled and said, "Okay! Lulu go get some snacks for the guests!" Then he looked down at me and said, "House elves are so easy... neurotic..." Grandfather thought for a long time Just came up with a suitable word.

"Where is this place?"

I looked around, the walls were decorated with wizard oil paintings and photos, baroque luxury decoration, and tassels like gold tassels everywhere showed extraordinary magnificence.

"The Pan family's ancestral house." Grandfather walked to the window and pointed, before smiling, "Look, the manor we usually live in is at the other end of the ranch. I cast a spell to expel wizards there, and Muggles are expelled here." Curse." Grandpa stretched out his hand to stroke my hair, "I still remember when you were young, you rode a horse and galloped through the pastures, and when you came back, you told me that you saw a house that was bigger and more beautiful than ours at the other end of the forest. something?"

It seems that there is such a thing...

I looked up at my grandfather suspiciously.

"Okay! My little granddaughter has a problem with her father!" Grandpa bent down and patted the top of my head before saying, "Your father said, unless you receive an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, Otherwise, don’t let you know that this place exists. Knowing that you have the blood of a wizard but you can’t learn magic is very painful. Pete knows it very well, so he wants to protect his daughter like this.” Then the grandfather said cheerfully Said, "Besides, I always need a place where I can spend my weekends without being interrupted by business and entertain my daughter-in-law."

"Oh... so what about Dad and Mom?" I asked again.

"They are busy decorating your house in London! They said they would give you a surprise, so you will stay with me for a few days." Grandpa asked with a smile.

"Okay..." I replied with some disappointment, "I also want to show Harry and Ron my collection of Manchester United posters and jerseys!"

"Oh! Of course you can. Your room hasn't changed a bit. It's still in the third room on the corner of the second floor, and nothing in it has changed!" Grandpa's blue eyes were full of smiles.

I cheered and rushed from my grandfather to Harry and the others who were sitting on the sofa drinking tea.

"Gentlemen, are you interested in seeing my collection?" I said solemnly.

Just as we were running upstairs excitedly, a person was about to go downstairs.I bumped into him before I could brake.

"Wow wow wow! Helen, how many times have I told you that ladies should slow down?!" There was some dissatisfaction on Lester's beautiful face, and he lifted his lips slightly to reveal his sharp teeth.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I lowered my head and flicked my bangs in embarrassment.

"This is..." Lester suddenly showed more interest in the guy behind me. He raised his eyebrows and said cheerfully, "Harry Potter?"

"You know him?" I asked automatically, thinking Harry wasn't that famous among vampires.

"No, I heard your grandfather mention it. He said Harry is your good friend." A faint smile appeared on Lester's pale cheeks.He held out his hand to Harry, his movements were elegant and unique to him, and the wide sleeves of his shirt drooped slightly, giving him the appearance of a nobleman.

Harry shook Lester's hand nervously before asking me, "Who's this?"

"I'm Helen's godfather." Lester answered first, helping me out.To be honest, I can't always say that Lester is a vampire living in my grandfather's house who doesn't pay rent.I finally understood why Lester could be so elusive in his grandfather's manor. It turned out that he lived in his grandfather's ancestral house...

However, my godfather is a vampire, which sounds supernatural. (Note: A godfather is willing to refer to a person who baptizes a baby or young child and guarantees religious education, or a theologian who is authoritative in formulating or elaborating doctrines. But a vampire is an existence abandoned by the Lord.)

"Go and play with your friends!" Lester raised his hand and calmly walked past us with a slightly sideways body. "By the way," he stopped at the corner of the stairs, "Helen, remember to take care of your cat. .You know I don't mind a little snack before the main course."

"Of course!" I immediately understood what Lester meant.I think I should lock Anthony back into the cage after returning to the room, lest he become Leicester's snack. I don't know where to collect his body.