[HP]Helen Pan

When he came out of the medical wing after visiting Hermione, the sky was already dark.

The castle in the night, the corridors flickering with candles, exuded some kind of supernatural aura.Due to the monster in the secret room, the school requires the students to return to the common room before eight o'clock and then be taken back to the dormitory by the prefect.

"I dare to swear, Malfoy must have done it! His father told him to do it!" In the common room, Ron stated his point N+1.At that time, he was thinking about a problem in a physics book, and just when he came up with a little idea, he was dismissed by Ron's voice.

"How many times are you going to say this sentence today?" I complained with a frown.

To be honest, I really don't believe that Draco, a healthy 12-year-old boy, would have the guts to kill someone.

"He said that every day." Harry shrugged, and tilted his head helplessly, "By the way, Helen, I have a Quidditch game this weekend. Would you like to go to see it? You know... um..." Ha Leigh pursed his lips, as if thinking about how to proceed.

"Helen, you should know that Harry wants you to go to the games. But Gryffindor wins every game you go to." Ron said quickly, "Harry will work harder if you go."

I glanced at Ron inexplicably. Did he mean that Harry didn't work hard when I didn't go to the game?Harry and I are very unlucky to have such a bad friend.

"Forget it, I'm leaving." I hastily put away the draft paper in front of me, then picked up the parchment used for homework in Potions class and stood up, "I'll go back and take a shower."

Back in the dormitory, Ginny was still secretly writing something at the desk, and when she saw me coming in, she locked the diary firmly in the drawer, and the noise made me jump when I was looking for a change of clothes.

"Ginny, I didn't mean to peek at your diary. Why are you always so nervous?" I put the clothes in my hand on the bed, then smiled and sat next to the flushed girl, I whispered Teased, "We Ginny should be in love, right? Who is it? Let me think about Neville? Jack (Gryffindor at the same level as Ginny), or...Harry Potter?" Elbowed Ginny's arm.

Ginny, who was naturally shy, immediately jumped up yelling, grabbed my clothes and threw them into my arms, then pushed me and shouted, "Go and take your shower! You meddler!"

I think I was right.

Ginny probably likes Harry.

Should I be a matchmaker for them?Maybe I can play with Ginny and let her give George and me a chance too.

Just when I was thinking wildly, the heavy closing sound brought back all my thoughts that had already flown out of the sky.After drying myself in a hurry, I walked out of the bathroom without caring about my dripping hair.Ginny at the desk was gone, only an open diary remained.Miraculously, when the window was not open, the diary was automatically flipped through without any wind.

I frowned and walked to the table, but what I saw was still a blank book.Did Ginny use invisible ink?I picked up the diary and flipped it back and forth, and there was a stack of blank papers.What was even more strange was that the drops of water that had slid down my hair were completely absorbed the moment they landed on the diary, and the paper was still dry when I touched it with my fingers.

It's so weird.

I thought about it carefully, and all of Ginny's weird behaviors started around Halloween.And at that time, before and after the victim of the first victim, Mrs. Norris.Combined with the time of committing the crime, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be some subtle connection between Ginny and the monster in the Chamber of Secrets incident.

Throwing the diary back on the table, I put on my school uniform and cloak and hurried out to find Ginny.Fortunately, she kept looking back, so she didn't walk too fast.I caught up to her around the second corner from the common room as she was about to go downstairs.If I remember correctly, this staircase leads to the girls' bathroom where Myrtle is.

Is Ginny going to find Myrtle?

I tiptoed to follow her down, but my wrist was suddenly clenched by someone!I subconsciously turned around, raised my other fist and swung it, only to see Draco staring at my movements with wide-eyed eyes.

"What are you doing?" I growled at him, and at the same time looked back at the stairs, Ginny had long since disappeared, "Let go!" I wrenched my hand away and frowned and complained, "You ran to What are you doing here?"

"I still want to ask you!" Draco let out his nose, and snorted fiercely, "Look at you!" He plucked my still wet hair in disgust, "Your clothes during the restricted period Wandering in the corridor indiscriminately? Taking a walk? Be careful that the next unlucky person will be you!" He pointed at me with his index finger and said word by word.

"Crow mouth!" I turned my head to the side, too lazy to argue with him, "I'm going back, you can do what you want."

I was about to leave, but the hand on my shoulder made me unable to move.

"what are you doing?!"

I angrily turned my head to wave Draco's hand away, but unexpectedly met Lester's blue eyes.There is no emotion in the organic material eyeballs, and the dim lighting is shocking, and even contains the fear of death, making it obvious at a glance that these are not a pair of human eyes.Lester tilted his head, raised his beautiful lips, and then raised his eyebrows and said humorously, "Maybe you should explain to me, what are you two doing?"

After listening to Lester's words, Draco shook my hand and squeezed it hard. I almost cried out in pain, and he looked as if I got him caught.

I couldn't help curling my lips in grievance, obviously he was the one who dragged me down...

Thankfully, though, we were caught by Lester, not Snape.

I was about to say something to beg for mercy, but a sudden feeling of dizziness made me swallow all my words.I just felt that the scene in front of me was distorted in an instant, and then reorganized, but it was obviously not the same as the previous moment.In the blink of an eye we were in Leicester's basement office.It feels a bit like an apparition experience.

As soon as Lester entered the office, he took off the shawl from his body and threw it into my hand. I hung it up wisely, and then I honestly stood shoulder to shoulder with Draco at the desk, hanging my head and slowly brewing. review.

Lester was playing with an envelope-opening knife in his hand, and the gleaming silver light jumped nimbly at his slender fingertips, which looked pleasing to the eye.

"Sit! My children." He smiled nicely, and it took him a while to remember the two living people standing in front of him.He raised his arms and pointed in front of us, and two wicker chairs with wool pads appeared slowly.

"Need a drink?" Lester leaned his elbows on the edge of the table, crossed his hands and supported his head.He smiled lazily, then tapped on the table with his fingertips, and a silver jug ​​filled with hot cocoa and two beautiful crystal cups appeared in response, "Do whatever you want." Show his innate noble temperament.

I looked at his expression tentatively, then stretched out my hand and poured a cup of cocoa, then poured another cup for Draco hesitantly.He was blunt, picked up the cup and took a big sip.

"You didn't use a wand." Draco said firmly, looking at Lester.

"Yes." Lester shrugged indifferently, "You are right."

"Why?" Draco looked confused, he looked Lester's hand over and over again.

Lester opened his palm generously so that he could see it clearly, and then said jokingly, "I don't need that kind of wood that hasn't rotted yet."

Draco seemed offended, his chest heaving in excitement.But after a while, he took a deep breath, pursed his lips tightly, and the muscles on his face appeared tense.But Lester didn't seem to care, instead he looked at me with great interest and asked, "Dear Helen, will you turn this thing into a rooster?" " and flung it in front of me.

"No." I shook my head.In the Transfiguration class, I only taught how to turn pets into cups. This kind of magic that turns dead things into living things has not been taught yet, and I just don’t have the ability to draw inferences in the study of magic.

"And you?" Lestat shifted his straying gaze to Draco's face again.

"A little bit." Draco hummed dissatisfied.

I think as the son of the school director, being treated so powerlessly by the professor is something worthy of anger...

"What's the answer?" Lester pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, and rubbed his fingers back and forth on the beautiful line of his jaw.

"Only theoretical knowledge, Professor." Draco said slowly.

"That's really nice!" Lester laughed, getting up and walking around the desk and walking behind me.With his hands on his shoulders, he said in a slightly smiling tone, "Since the two of you came out to hang out when you should be sleeping, you must be in good spirits. Then..." He dragged his tone maliciously, "Then we Just use this sleepless time to learn some useful magic!" Lester took a step towards Draco, "You two should discuss how to turn a book into a rooster." After finishing speaking, Lester turned around and was about to go out, but stopped when he touched the doorknob, "Oh! By the way, you two had better stay here until I come back to send you back." Lester's brows were full With a haughty expression, he slowly opened his red lips, and uttered a few cold words, "It's not fun to die."

"You idiot! You got us caught!" As soon as Lester left, Draco stood up angrily, and the wicker chair under him rubbed harshly on the stone floor.

I calmly looked at Draco's face full of disgust, "Obviously you caused me to be arrested." Then, I stretched out my hand and pushed him back on the chair, took a sip of the hot cocoa on the table, Then he took out his wand from his pocket, "Let's discuss more serious academic issues first!"