[HP]Helen Pan

"Hello!" He glanced behind me, and his expression became more respectful.I turned around subconsciously and found that my grandfather was standing behind me.

"Hi, Draco, how is your father?" Grandfather smiled gently.

"Father is fine, he and my mother are shopping for books for me." Draco replied politely.

Grandfather smiled and nodded at him, then said to me, "Helen, can you wait here? I wanted to go out and talk to that gentleman. Maybe, you can talk to Draco too, you both enrolled in the same year, maybe We can be friends." As he spoke, he pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the store.

"Look, he's coming."

Through the dust swirling in the air, I could see Harry Potter walking towards here. There was a faint light on his body, dazzling but not dazzling.

"Helen?"

After the grandfather left, the pale boy standing on the high stool regained his arrogance before, and his voice became lazy.

"Yes, Helen Pan." Although I was unhappy, I still maintained the basic etiquette. "We will be classmates. May I know your name?" I added interface.

"Draco Malfoy." He turned his head, and let out a long breath pretending to be old-fashioned, still in the deliberately drawn out tone, "I've been to the Ministry of Magic and met Mr. Pan there."

I absentmindedly agreed, then, at Madam Malkin's request, I stood on the stool next to Malfoy and opened my arms for her to measure.

"Where's your father? Does he work at the Ministry, too? Why is it never mentioned?"

"Father is a lawyer, and he partnered with someone to open a law firm."

"Your dad is a Squib?!" Malfoy's voice became exaggerated, with some obvious contempt. "We should be glad you're not." His tone was gleeful.

I nodded, but I didn't listen to what he said at all, all my thoughts were on Mrs. Malkin's tape measure.

It looked like she was using the same brand of measuring tape as the one in the wand shop, and they were both snake-like measuring tapes.When the tape measure slid down my arm, it felt terrible, like some viscous, nasty fluid was sliding down my body.

Glancing sideways unconsciously, he realized that Malfoy's hair was platinum blonde, quite a pure and beautiful color.I looked down at my half-black hair in disgust, and couldn't help but say with envy and jealousy, "Your hair color is so beautiful." It's a waste to have such an outdated hairstyle.I sincerely regret it in my heart.

Malfoy twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, then tilted his head lazily, looked out the window and complained,

"Hogwarts is becoming more and more outrageous now. They actually send admission notices to those stupid Muggles. Of course, I'm not talking about you." He smiled contemptuously, pulling the corners of his mouth, as if What a cold joke I was talking about. "Look! The status of pure-blood wizards like us is becoming less and less important. I don't know what they are thinking!"

"Muggles?" I didn't understand what he meant.

"Yeah! Those guys around you! Those Muggles didn't even know what magic was before they came to Hogwarts! That's unbelievable!" He shrugged his shoulders sideways at me.Then he turned his back and pointed to the photos hanging on the wall, and said with a chuckle, "I heard that Muggle photos don't move, right?"

Although I didn't understand what he meant, I still nodded habitually.

Photos, of course, will not move.

"Sounds silly!" he said slowly.

Mamma Mia!

I stared dumbfounded at the pictures on the wall, completely oblivious to what Malfoy had said.

That can no longer be described as lifelike, because the people in the photos are alive.The woman even bent down to flatten her skirt.

That's a photo, a photo! ?

I think Malfoy is right, compared to the photos here, the photos I'm used to are really stupid...

I turned my head and nodded stiffly at Malfoy.Consciously classifying myself as a stupid Muggle, and at the same time I had a good first impression of Malfoy - a purebred wizard with little manners.

I can swear that I used to only use purebreds and hybrids to distinguish pets such as cats and dogs.

Racial discrimination is indeed ubiquitous.

Just as we are willing to distinguish people by skin color, it seems that wizards are more inclined to distinguish people by whether they can use magic.Wizards think Muggles are stupid because they don't move when taking a photo, maybe Muggles think wizards are confusing photos with slideshows!

My mom used to tell me that when people despise each other, each side is a disgusting piece of trash in the other's eyes.

I never felt my mother was so insightful.

Fortunately, the unpleasant conversation didn't take long. Malfoy's tailoring was soon over.He yawned wildly, then squinted at me and said, "I'm leaving. Goodbye, that..."

"Helen." I said sullenly.

"Oh! Yes. Goodbye, Miss Helen!" Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly, and walked out the door without looking back.

"I hope I never see you again, sir!" I muttered, staring at his back.

In barely a thousandth of a second, I made a decision that would last for years to come.I decided to hate him, unconditionally.

"Okay, miss." While I was thinking wildly, Mrs. Malkin had finished her work.She clasped her hands in front of her chest and held her head high as if singing.

"Believe me, Madam Malkin is your wisest choice, she will make the most beautiful and fitting robe for you."

It sounded like a female coloratura aria.I squinted my eyes and glanced at her quietly, refreshing myself a lot for a while.

I walked over to the French windows and looked out. Grandfather was still talking to Harry Potter, and even Hagrid joined in on the discussion.Shrugging, I stepped aside and settled myself in the tall velvet chair, then pulled out those mother-given hazelnuts from my pocket.

With one, the slightly melted chocolate is so sweet that it makes your throat tickle.I had to frown and stuff the rest of the chocolate back into my pocket again.

Mom is such a strange guy, she is addicted to sweets, but she always insists that her figure is the first element of being a woman.

Not long after, grandfather and Harry Potter walked into the store together, but Hagrid disappeared somewhere.

"Grandpa, I think we should go. I think it's kind of stuffy in here."

Almost immediately, I greeted the two of them, stretched out my hand to fan the wind exaggeratedly on the side of my face, deliberately inhaled and exhaled for a long time, showing a look of difficulty breathing.

"Okay!" Grandfather smiled, seemingly helpless.Then he bent down and smiled at Harry Potter, "Listen Harry, we're leaving. Hope to see you again in the future. You are welcome to come to my manor with Helen during your vacation."

"Oh! It's a great honor, sir." Harry Potter widened his eyes and stroked his thick bangs awkwardly.Vaguely, I seemed to see something on his forehead.

"What's on your forehead?" I asked curiously.At the same time, he reached out and brushed his bangs away with interest.what did i seeIt was a lightning-shaped scar.

"Whoa! That's cool!" I almost exclaimed with my eyes shining.

God knows how popular the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead is!

"Actually, I think so too." Harry Potter smoothed his hair shyly, then smiled at me.

Grandpa was holding my hand and was about to push the door out, but I suddenly remembered something and broke out of his hand.

"This is for you. It's hazelnut chocolate." I hurried back to Harry Potter, took out the chocolates in my pocket, and stuffed them all into Harry Potter's hands.

The boy with bangs widened his eyes, he couldn't believe the chocolate in his hand.

"Thank you." He said in a low voice.

"Hee hee!" I grinned and waved to him, "See you at Hogwarts."

"See you at Hogwarts."

"You seem to be overly friendly to that Harry Potter... um...?"

After my grandfather took my hand and took the subway home, I couldn't help asking this question that was stuffy in my heart.

I saw my grandfather smiled slightly, and then he told me a story in a slow and steady tone.A story that every wizard has heard badly.A story of a pompous boy and a mysterious man who can't even be named.

That's when I realized that my magical career at Hogwarts hadn't even begun before I met Harry Potter, the national icon of the wizarding world.

……

I remember what I once said, the truth always runs counter to the ideal.And life with a sense of humor verifies the correctness of this sentence all the time.

I saw that purebred wizard I never wanted to see again—Draco, two days later, at a banquet.

I remember that afternoon, my grandfather’s housekeeper, Old Jock, called and said that my grandfather wanted to take me to a banquet held by one of his friends to celebrate his son’s enrollment, and the mother who answered the phone immediately agreed.

And I had just returned home after playing football with a whole body of mud, and I was so limp that I just wanted to fall asleep.So I said to my mother very seriously, "I don't think an 11-year-old girl needs night life, you should say no."

But her mother was indifferent. She said that she already had two suitors when she was 11 years old.As for me, I'm a savage in this respect.

In the end, under my mother's education that youth is love in love, I was forced to put on a small skirt with black dots on a white background and packed it to my grandfather's manor.Before we set off, my father said something to me, although the meaning was unclear but unexpectedly profound.

He said, Helen, remember that you just have to accept everything over there, don't ask questions, it will make you stupid.

When I arrived at my grandfather's manor, he tried to get Old Jock to dress me up again, until it was hard for me to recognize that the beauty in the mirror was me, and my grandfather nodded in satisfaction.

It was six o'clock in the evening when we arrived at a tall and beautiful house in my grandfather's seemingly fully automatic carriage.

At this moment, I suddenly understood the true meaning of my father's words. Everything in front of me seemed so unreal and unscientific.

It was not the porter who stood at the door to receive the invitation, but a pair of stone mermaids.They even opened their mouths and seemed to have their own thinking!

"Please show your invitation letter." The mermaid stone carving on the left opened the mouth.

After the grandfather smiled and handed over a bronzing letter, the intricate vine texture on the white jade gate inlaid with pure gold in front of us seemed to be given life, wandering and slowly retreating to the foot of the gate and turning into a relief.

"Let's go!" Grandpa patted my vest lightly, his tone was so gentle that it made people feel comfortable.

When I entered the room, I realized the true meaning of staggered toasts and resplendent resplendent.

The blackboard-colored floor tiles are laid out in a staggered pattern according to specific rules, and the decoration of the entire hall uses gold and white as the main colors, which is luxurious but low-key.Thousands of lit white candles are floating in the air, emitting a dazzling but gentle light. At the end of the long and gorgeous dining table is a two-person high champagne tower, and the beautiful light golden liquid is flowing from the cup on the top of the tower It kept pouring out, and even the air carried the faint aroma of wine.The people coming and going at the banquet are all well-dressed and look calm.

To put it mildly, I felt like Cinderella at a party.It's a pity that I don't have a glass slipper, and there is no prince waiting for me here.Since my grandfather went to socialize, I found an inconspicuous corner to sit down and wait quietly.

Unfortunately, the reason why trouble is trouble is that if you don't go to him, he will come to you by himself.

"Hello!" A beautiful little girl came over to greet me.She has short hair, and her raised chin shows her arrogance.

"Hi." I nodded politely.

"Pansy Parkinson" She held out her hand as if to shake my hand.

"Helen Pan" I smiled and held out my hand.But she stopped halfway after hearing my name. She folded her arms and suddenly laughed loudly. This quiet movement attracted the attention of several people, including Draco Malfoy.

"So it was born by the Pan's Squib..." Parkinson paused maliciously, glanced at Malfoy with his head tilted, and then said happily, "Not pure blood."

I looked at Parkinson in front of me and the people booing and laughing around her, thinking about the possibility of pinning her to the ground and beating her up, but that would definitely get my grandfather into trouble.

"Miss Parkinson, how is your mother?" I asked kindly.

"Why are you asking this?" She frowned a little puzzled, but the smile on her face hadn't completely faded, which looked very funny.

"I just want to say hello to your mother." I smiled at her, and then added, "And your mother's mother, of course." Parkinson looked more puzzled after hearing what I said, but someone seemed to understand my point Meaning, like Mr. Draco was smiling furtively with his head tilted.While Parkinson was in a fog, I said, "Pansy, do you have younger siblings?"

"What does that have to do with you?" she retorted.

"No, I'm just curious. I heard that Parkinson's disease is hereditary, but it would be a pity if the whole family suffers from it." I spread my hands, feeling really sorry.

"you!"

Now she seems to understand what I mean.A pretty face paled with anger, and she quickly drew a wand from her pocket.And I was really ignorant and fearless at the beginning, so I stood in front of her calmly without understanding the seriousness.

She seemed even angrier, she stared hard and turned her wrist like she was about to cast a spell on me.Only then did I faintly feel something was wrong, but it was too late.

Just at the very moment, a slender and pale hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her movement.Looking along that hand, I saw a handsome but surprisingly pale face dressed in fine clothes, as if soaked in moonlight—Lestat (Lestat).

"Lestat!" I seemed to see a savior, and ran to his side as if fleeing for my life.His breath was cold, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood on his body.After scanning everyone present with those ice-blue indifferent eyes, he said lightly, "Your grandfather is looking for you, and you." Then, he pointed to Draco on the side, "Your father is with Helen's grandfather."

When I turned around, Lestat blinked over me, and I immediately looked sideways at Parkinson, who was standing stiffly aside, and said kindly, "As a lady, please allow me to say that Miss Pansy still needs to work hard on etiquette." Seeing Pansy's face pale again, I was in such a good mood that I wanted to sing.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Draco walked beside me, smiling lazily.I glanced back at Lestat who was once again mingling with the crowd, and nodded with a smile.

"I'm such a small-minded person!" I looked at him sideways, "Do you need to be tolerant of someone who insulted your whole family?"