[HP]Helen Pan

After we separated from Hagrid and the others, the three of us have been walking in silence, except for the strong panting of teeth, the creaking sound of the soles of our shoes stepping on soft branches and dead leaves.The sound was small but clear, accompanied by the thick texture of the soles of the feet, which made people palpitate for no reason, and always felt that there was some danger hidden in the layers of rotten leaves. fear.

"Harry, the stars are so bright in the sky." I pulled Harry on the left, trying to find some topics to improve the weird atmosphere.

Harry pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, then looked up before nodding seriously, "Hmm! It's really bright."

After I finished speaking, there was no more words, and the atmosphere was even more awkward than before. I smiled at him, and then bowed my head.At this time, Malfoy's sarcasm came from my ear, "I thought that with Gryffindor's rough nerves and low IQ, you shouldn't have such emotions of fear!"

"Yes, that kind of emotion is reflected in Mr. Malfoy who is a Slytherin." I pulled Harry, who became angry because of Malfoy's words, and then spoke back fluently.

"You bastard never knows how to say the right thing!" Malfoy turned his head and stared at me fiercely, his gray-blue eyes shone like jewels with shame and anger.

I shrugged lightly at him, and then said cheerfully, "I don't need to say anything to please you."

Malfoy shook his head violently to the side and spat under his breath.He kicked Fang Fang at his feet as if venting his anger, and the innocent Fang Fang let out a mournful cry, then he turned his head and barked at Malfoy, it seemed that he would bite on Malfoy's leg in the next second.At this moment, the low bushes on one side suddenly made silly noises, and there was a faint sound of horseshoes rubbing against the ground.

The wind sounded jittery, Ya Fang quickly looked at the bushes, his ears pricked up.

Malfoy swallowed. He quickly took out his wand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression began to stiffen.

"Who? Where is who?" Harry drew out his wand and pointed at the shrub that was making strange movements. I followed Malfoy's urging and drew out my wand.

With a loud noise, a huge and vigorous body jumped out from above the bushes.

Horseman?

I stared stiffly at the guy in front of me who was nearly two meters tall and had the body of a centaur.He has reddish-brown fur that shines brightly even in the dark.His face was a bit fuzzy, but the tight muscles all over his body exuded incomparable vitality and heat.

"Harry Potter?" He bent down and looked sideways at Harry.

Harry didn't answer him, just took a step back, pursing his lips.But the centaur suddenly laughed, "Don't be afraid of Harry Potter, I'm Firenze, and I won't hurt you." Then, he looked at Malfoy and me behind Harry, and suddenly his expression Confused at first, he moved closer to me with small steps on his hoof.

"What's your name?" He looked at me, hesitant.

"Helen Penn." I stared at him, not knowing why he gave me a feeling of reassurance.

"Please allow me to ask, is there any relationship between Your Excellency and Molay's surname?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and began to look pious, as if uttering those two syllables had exhausted his faith.

"My grandfather's last name was Molay," I replied.

Hearing this, Firenze seemed relieved. He looked up at the endless sky and whispered, "Molay is with Harry Potter, and the trails of the stars begin to brighten."

"What is this guy talking about?" Malfoy whispered into my ear.

I stared at him sideways, then whispered back equally gravely, "How do I know?"

"You idiot!" Malfoy seemed to feel fooled, and he glared at me, the vicious kind.

"Hey! I'm telling the truth! Why do you scold me?" I pushed him.

"Merlin's sock! You touched my wound!" Malfoy bent down and clutched his right hand tightly, with an expression of extreme pain, and even his face began to turn paler.

"Are you okay?" Looking at his appearance, I also started to panic, but I felt that something was wrong, "Mr. Malfoy," I reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"What?" He was still bent over, his face pale.

"If I remember correctly, your wound should be on your left hand?" I looked at him, and the corners of my mouth twitched slightly.

"But you hurt my right hand again!" He coughed unnaturally, and then his attitude became tough again as if he had found a new excuse.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, just blow it off!" I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm telling the truth, I've never seen a girl as brutal and rude as you! What a nuisance!" He snorted.

"Never seen it?" I looked at him with raised brows, "Then let you see it now."

While we were exchanging words, Harry and Firenze seemed to have found something to talk about, and the two had already walked far ahead.

"Hey! What the hell are you talking about?" I quickly ran behind Harry and grabbed his neck from behind, "It's so embarrassing, walking so fast!"

"Hi, Helen..." Harry licked his lips embarrassingly, he tilted his head and quickly glanced at Malfoy, who was following quickly, before whispering into my ear, "We're talking about the Sorcerer's Stone. Firenze said it was Voldemort who wanted the stone!"

I was so stunned at this, I stared almost continuously at Harry, who nodded slowly but firmly to me.

However, didn't Voldemort die as early as ten years ago?

"What are you sneaking about?" Malfoy gave me a hand and complained dissatisfied.

"Harry said..." I fixed my eyes on Malfoy dumbly.

"say what?"

"He said, your hair is messed up."

"asshole!"

"Miss Pan." Firenze suddenly walked in front of me, he bent down slightly, and said softly, "Please go to that direction to look! Your loyal servant is waiting for your arrival." He stretched his finger to the right In the dark woods, the silhouettes of trees are ghostly in the shadows.

"What?" I asked subconsciously, but Firenze disappeared into the dark woods. I stood still and could only hear the sound of horses' hooves fading away.

"Firenze told us to go in that direction." I looked at the two people in front of me, and then pointed to my right side.

"Are you kidding, why are we listening to that ass?" Malfoy complained suddenly.

"I want to go!" I put my eyes on Harry.

He looked at me and nodded, "Well! Listen to you."

"You are all lunatics!" Malfoy cursed angrily, but he didn't dare to stay where he was alone, and followed our pace reluctantly.

Thinking about that direction and walking a few steps forward, we can see the messy bloodstains meandering, on the branches, on the dead leaves, almost everywhere, just by looking at the eyes, we can feel the pain of the injured guy. The pain of struggling.

Harry looked at the blood on the ground, then turned to us and said, "Yes! It's from a unicorn!"

As if I heard some kind of call, I ignored Malfoy's obstruction and took a few steps forward stiffly. I stretched out my hand and brushed aside the branches in front of me. In the middle of the open space in front of me was a beautiful creature that was wounded and bleeding.Silvery blood rolled quietly along its snow-white fur, and the pearly luster of the mane followed the graceful curve of his neck, making him look sacred and inviolable.The silver-white and bright-gold horns intertwined on the forehead, the beauty of the unicorn under the moonlight is eye-catching.

But at this moment, he was bending his front hooves, half of his body was lying on the ground, but he stubbornly refused to fall down.

At this time, there was a sudden movement in the dark place of the open space, and the faint sound of sliding came from the ears.A figure covered by a black cloak slowly emerged from the shadows. He slowly approached the beautiful creature. The silver-white unicorn whined. He struggled to stand up, but fell heavily on the ground.

The black figure flitted close to the ground, and the rustling sound was easily reminiscent of a snake-like reptile. Harry seemed to want to get a better look, and he took another small step forward. He seemed to be stepping on the ground. Branches, with a click, the black figure suddenly turned to our direction.

It's hard to say what it feels like, his sight is like substance, even from such a long distance, I can still feel a vague, slippery, and disgusting feeling.

"Quick! Go and signal Hagrid!" I pushed Malfoy who was closest to me, "Run! Go and signal!" I was panting violently from nervousness.

"But..." He stood there blankly.

"Quick! Run!" I pushed him hard again, while Harry had already drawn his wand.I watched Malfoy stagger away, only to turn around to realize that the ghostly black figure was only five steps away from us.

Harry pulled me to a run, and at the same time he swung his wand and threw a few offensive spells at the dark figure.However, I don't know if the enemy is too powerful or our magic is too low-level, the situation in front of us is more like a game of cat and mouse.

Black shadows tease us to run around.

Just as Harry cast another Leg-locking Curse at him and gasped wearily, the black figure suddenly moved, and he rushed straight towards us!

"Be careful!" I threw Harry down and covered myself, seeing the black shadow getting closer and closer, and the unicorn in the distance suddenly charged here, and he raised his front hooves towards the black shadow. kick away.The black shadow receded back in pain, and the unicorn looked even more exhausted after the blow. He stood trembling, but the sound of his heavy breathing already showed his limit.

At this moment, Firenze suddenly jumped out from the bushes on one side, and after the black shadow was kicked off guard again, he whimpered and disappeared from the shadow.Going in the shadows, the unicorn seemed to have lost its support, and its hooves went limp, and its whole body fell heavily to the ground.

"Are you okay?" I crawled to the side of the unicorn on hands and feet, his belly fluttered violently, and his silver-white mane scattered all over the ground, as fragrant and bright as the moonlight.

The beautiful creature whined softly, and its eyes were sad.I put my hand on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Don't die!"

I reached out to push the mane covering his eyes away, but I was scratched when I slid across his horns. The blood dripped from my fingers on his horns and was absorbed immediately. In an instant, the blood on his horns The golden ripples became more dazzling.

At this moment, Hagrid, Malfoy, and Hermione rushed over panting. When I saw Hagrid, I almost thought I saw Merlin, and let out a heavy sigh, "Hagrid! Come and see him! Don't let him die! He saved my life and Harry's!"

After returning to Hogwarts castle that day, I couldn't sleep all night, and the beautiful unicorn's whine and his beautiful eyes kept replaying in my mind.

The next morning, I was stuck in the middle of the road by Mr Malfoy as I tried to get some coffee in the lobby with heavy dark circles under my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I rubbed my sore temple.

He smiled smugly with the corners of his mouth curled up, and after a long time he said in a pitiful tone like charity, "I know there are some trade-offs in your heart, but you know I hate Gryffindor."

I rubbed my eyes with my hand, then turned my head and yawned, "Well, each other, I hate Slytherin too." Then I walked past him.

"Hey!"

Just at the entrance of the hall, Malfoy's number one follower, Crabbe, ran over to stop me again.

"Sir... What are you doing?"

"Malfoy let me tell you, he likes tall, curly-haired, well-built ladies! Not your flat chest!" He deliberately lowered his voice in the last sentence.

It's really unbearable!

"Go to hell!" I pushed him down and punched him hard in the face, "Let Malfoy die with you! Go to hell! Bastard!"