[HP]Helen Pan

"Helen, are you okay?" George tried to help me up.I'm also a little nostalgic, the smell of potion in his arms, I think it's left over from the research and development of the prank series, but I think it smells very good, there is a strange sweetness of caramel mixed with cola.

"I, I'm fine!" I smiled silly at George, and suddenly felt pink bubbles floating in the whole hall.It was as if his sanity had been completely emptied, leaving only his racing heart and hot cheeks.

"Helen?" George stopped the knife and fork in his hand and looked sideways at me.

"What?" I smiled.

"What are you staring at me for? Is there something on my face?" He said, rubbing his face with the back of his hand.

"No! No! I just think you look good when you eat." I smiled even more happily.

"My God! Are you sick?" Fred stared at me.

"I think she's very ill," George said.

"Mom said we ate like refugees who just escaped a famine." The two chorused.

"No! It looks great." I cheerfully picked up a fork and put a piece of tender beef tenderloin in red wine sauce on my plate.

"Tonight's dinner was amazing!" How many words did I have to say to George!

I smiled and looked at the seat next to Ginny, but Ginny had long since disappeared.

Where did she go?

I craned my neck in wonder and looked around but didn't find the red-haired girl.

I followed Yura from the next dormitory out of the hall, and I asked several Gryffindor students, but the answer I got was that no one knew where Ginny had gone.

Did she have a bad stomach?

Suddenly, I bumped into the back of the person in front of me.Standing up in a hurry, I just wanted to apologize when I found that the atmosphere around me was unusually weird. Yula, who was talking and laughing just now, now looked nervous and scared.I subconsciously squeezed to the front of the crowd. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in the empty corridor. The candles flickered on and off, stretching and shrinking their shadows.

On the side of the water-stained corridor, the words written in red paint on the wall are particularly eye-catching.

The chamber of secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

The caretaker Filch's old cat, Mrs. Norris, was hung upside down on the candlestick stiffly. I could hear the breathing of the students around me seemed to be stagnant at this moment.

There was a long silence like death, until Draco yelled loudly, "Enemies of the heir, beware! The next one is you Muggleborn!" His face was bright red with excitement, gray blue The eyes were eerily bright in the dim lighting.

Hearing the sound, Filch squeezed forward, shouting loudly and pushing those who stood in front of him away.I staggered and leaned to one side, and Malfoy put his hand on my back to keep me from falling.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"Hmph!" He moved the corner of his mouth, his face full of disdain.

At this moment, Professor Dumbledore rushed over with other professors, and everyone seemed relieved when they saw the wizard in the purple robe, and their expressions became more relaxed.

I sneaked around the corner while no one was looking, while Lockhart was bragging about what he would have done if he had been there.

"It's handwritten." I reached out and touched the wall, ordinary magic color-changing paint, fresh ink, and even blood-red wink on my fingers, "There are fingerprints! You can collect them and compare them one by one. "I nana subconsciously.

"Good idea, but first we need a complete set of fingerprint collection tools, and at the same time we are building a Hogwarts fingerprint database." Michael came behind me at some point, speaking in a mocking tone.

"I was just talking casually." I glared at him complainingly.

"I know, this is an occupational disease in your family."

"Impossible!" I supported the table and stood up, "The real purpose of the heir of Slytherin is definitely not to kill all Muggle-born wizards!" I looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione in front of me. There is Michael.

"How is it impossible!" Hermione stood up excitedly, and she plausibly said that Professor Leon Cotter of the History of Magic said, "The founder of Slytherin built an unknown room in a corner of the school." The secret room, just wait for the day when his heir returns to the school to open the secret room again to release the monsters inside, purify the school, clear those, those..." Hermione became more excited, her words became intermittent, and the ending sounded Inaudibly, "Those Muggle-born wizards like me."

"Hermione..." Harry reached out and patted her on the back, and everyone's expressions became a little sad.

"But it's illogical!" I looked at Hermione and continued, "Have you ever seen a Slytherin do something so aboveboard and issue a warning? Think about it! If you are this Slytherin Heir, if you want to kill all Muggle-born wizards, you will go to Hogwarts after painstakingly sneaking into Hogwarts quietly, and make a big splash about your ulterior purpose. Wait for the school to do it Do you start after you have a complete countermeasure?" I paused, and glanced at everyone across from me, "Spook the snake?! Come on! No one is a fool!"

"Hermione..." I stretched out my hand to hold Hermione's hand attached to the page, and whispered, "The situation may not be as bad as imagined, at least Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything, did he? We don't want to... "It's unfounded.

"Forget it! Then you mean to say that the typesetting and Mrs. Norris who is lying in the hospital wing are all good things we did! Even you don't believe us, right!? It's no good to pretend that we are nothing Worried?" Ron suddenly stood up angrily and interrupted my words, he roared loudly, "I think you are the same as Malfoy at all! Don't you like him? Maybe that's what you expected .You also wait for Muggle-born wizards to die at Hogwarts, right!?"

"Ron Weasley!" I stood up angrily, the noisy hall suddenly fell silent, looking around we seemed to be the focus of sight.

Michael, who was lazily sitting on the back of the chair, straightened his back. He looked back and forth between Ron and me, and then quietly closed his eyes as if waiting for me to get mad.

"Helen..." Hermione tugged on my sleeve and explained somewhat stammeringly, "Ron has been in a bad mood these days, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Not familiar with him?

I looked aggrievedly at the students who were whispering.

"Look what he said!" I angrily threw all the books in my hand on Ron Weasley's face, then turned and left.

Walking through the aisle between the desks, I even felt those probing and smiling eyes were like arrows stuck in my back, making me walk faster unconsciously, almost running.

It is conceivable that there will be such a commotion in the school tomorrow!

"Alexander, you said how could he distrust me so much as a friend..." I pouted and complained in a low voice, holding a brush made of wombat hair in my hand and brushing the unicorn's pure white like moonlight. The mane, the unicorn's eyebrows are half drooped, and the dark eyes look at me gently, like a comfort.

"I can swear to God, I never doubted what he said. I just don't think we need to be so excited... Is it wrong to be rational?" I turned and sat down in frustration.

"Maybe he doesn't consider you a friend at all." With that, Draco walked out from the bushes.

He was wearing Slytherin's wizard robes, and he looked very elegant.He stood in front of me, looking down at me.The stranger's approach made Alexander a little nervous, and he moved his hooves restlessly, forcing Draco to step back a bit and raise his wand in a defensive posture.

"Put down the wand! Alexander won't attack you." I stood up frowning, and rubbed my palm back and forth on Alexander's head to make him relax again. "What are you running here for?" I suddenly remembered Pansy Parkinson's face, maybe after listening to Ron's words, she has already regarded me as an imaginary enemy at this moment.

"Hmph!" Draco raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, and he said triumphantly, "Look! They don't consider you a friend at all. Stop being sentimental here! Don't forget your family! Wes Rein's poor bastards will only embarrass pure-blood wizards, let alone those muggle-borns. And Harry Potter! I think he's probably so hyped up that he doesn't have the slightest bit of pure-blood wizards Consciously. I advise you to draw a clear line with them as soon as possible, so as not to risk your own life." Speaking of this, Draco turned to stare at me fiercely, and said arrogantly.

What do you mean?

"Do you know who that heir is?" I said subconsciously.

"It's a pity." Malfoy spread his hands, with a real disappointment on his face, "I wish I knew, so I could help him."

"I don't want to talk to you!" I gave him a sideways glance, and patted Alexander on the back with my backhand to signal him to leave, "Do you know what you call it? It's called jealousy! Obviously you want to get the flattery that Harry has I can’t eat grapes and say grapes are sour!” I stuck out my tongue at him, then turned and left.

It was embarrassing to walk across the common room and find myself suddenly the center of conversation.

A Gryffindor who loves Slytherin.

I'm almost considered a disgrace to Gryffindor.

When I walked to the door of the dormitory, my hand just put my hand on the doorknob before the door was violently opened.Ginny ran out of the house in a panic with red eyes. She lowered her head and didn't look at the road, and even almost bumped into me.

"What happened to her?" I looked at Hermione in the room suspiciously.God knows how weird Ginny is these days!Was life at Hogwarts so difficult for her to adjust to?

Hermione threw her hands up at me and said she didn't know either, "Ginny's always crying. Ask her why she doesn't say anything. We think she's worried that Ron will get kicked out of school for that. Just because of this Percy The fight with Ron was so tense that Ron was in a bad mood recently, that's why he said such...so..." Hermione paused as if looking for an excuse, "Such unbelievable words."

"Forget it!" I lay on my back on the bed and waved my hand at Hermione, "That fellow Ron is short-sighted! I won't be angry with him, but I will never forgive him if he doesn't apologize!" I said firmly talking.

"That's great!" Hermione seemed relieved.

"By the way!" I turned over and sat up on the bed, grabbed Anthony in my arms, "Do you know why Harry is angry with me?"

"You don't know?!" Hermione asked me back, her tone extremely exaggerated.It's as if what I just asked is: why does the sun rise from the east.