[HP]Helen Pan

After Ginny's mood stabilized, I accompanied her to the hall for breakfast, and then went to the medical wing to treat the wound before class.At that time, Madam Pomfrey laughed teasingly when she saw me. She said that she had never seen a girl who could act like me. You know, there are very few girls who come to her to heal the wounds on her face.

I also chatted with Hermione for a while, she seemed to be in good spirits.The fluff on the face and the tail on the back of the buttocks were gone.Madam Pomfrey told us with a smile that Hermione would be discharged from the hospital this afternoon, and said that I should first tell Harry and the others the good news.I originally wanted to talk to Hermione about Ginny's strange behavior recently, but I hesitated to talk, because I always felt that it was not good for Ginny.

When I rushed out of the medical wing in a hurry, it was not far from the time of the first class. I tried my best to take the path and run, but was blocked by the guard Filch in the corridor on the second floor.

"You students know how to destroy other people's fruits of labor?! Look at what my newly mopped floor has been like!" Filch swore loudly while waving his arms. dirty water.I looked back, and there were still water marks on the clean white floor tiles, obviously they had just been cleaned.But where I walked, there was a row of black footprints, winding from the end of the corridor.

I reacted quickly and jumped back a step before sneaking a glance at Phil's angry face.It is said that since Mrs. Norris was petrified, Filch's mood cannot be described as bad.He found fault with every student, found fault, and tried his best to accuse others of unwarranted crimes.

"I'm sorry..." I lowered my head and thought about how to pass the level smoothly.Filch stared hard at me with those cloudy eyes, sneered sinisterly from time to time, and seemed to be thinking about what to do with me.

"Sir, I didn't violate the school rules." I whispered.

"What are you still doing here?" Draco's haughty voice came suddenly.Looking back, I saw him holding up the hem of his cloak, stomping his feet in disgust from time to time.

"Let's go! It's time for class." He said, pulling my arm and dragging me forward.

Filch moved as if to stop him, but Draco rolled his eyes and said in his usual commanding tone, "What are you doing here again?" Loudly and politely, "Hogwarts pays you to support you, a squib, not to let you leave the sundries and not do it, but to trouble the students!"

Filch's face suddenly became ugly, he twitched the corners of his mouth but said nothing.Others can't say this, but Draco can, who made his father the school manager and the one who pays for it!

After school in the afternoon, I went to Lester's office according to Lester's instructions.This has taken up almost all of my spare time. Recently, I even have less chance to chat with Harry and the others. It is even more difficult to meet George, who is a senior.Forget it, I also had to spend a lot of time in the same room with a guy who was mean-spirited and whose pleasure was to belittle and beat people up.Unexpectedly, Lester also asked Draco to report to his office!

After Draco laughed at my poor wrist position again, I tossed my wand aside in boredom, turning my rancor into a question.

"Why did you treat Filch like this?! Isn't the rector's son amazing?"

The bitterness of a squib is hard for others to imagine.They may be discriminated against by their peers, ignored by their family members, scolded for no reason or laughed at, as if cursing them is an obligation for everyone.It is said that my father was sad for a long time because he was a squib when he was a child, and even thought of committing suicide for a while.Fortunately, he finally came out of this inferiority complex and found his new life value.But Filch is obviously not as lucky as his father, and he still achieves nothing in middle age.On weekdays, only Mrs. Norris was with him, but now even Mrs. Norris had an accident.

"Hey! Am I helping you?" Draco spread his hands and shrugged, "Can't your stupid head even see that?"

"Did I ask you to help me?" I growled vexatiously. "It's none of my business! Even if I wield my wand like a troll wielding a stick; You don't need to judge me with a slug in my mouth!"

I am a little wronged, and I also have a temper and self-esteem.Who can bear him being so open and insidious all day long? !

How amazing is pure blood? !

Isn't it just to learn magic faster?Merlin knew that when Draco took three days to basically master the magic that turned the book into a rooster, how embarrassing it would be for Draco to have his tail up in the sky!

What are you doing?

Draco frowned as if complaining, but instead he sneered, his grey-blue eyes tinged with contempt.He squeezed his lips tightly and knocked me down from the top, and then opened his thin lips, and said in a very aggressive tone, "I don't know what's good or bad!"

"It's better than your arrogant chauvin pig!" I patted my right elbow with my left hand, made the most offensive gesture to Draco, and then picked up Lester's book and hurried ran out of his office.

The corridor is very quiet, and the candles are flickering.

The sound of my footsteps was constantly amplified and even reverberated.It reminded me of the rumors about the monster in the chamber of secrets, and I even started to imagine a horrible fishy monster coming around the next corner.

Fear for no reason made me run non-stop, from the basement back to the Gryffindor common room.When I crawled through the tunnel behind the portrait of the fat woman and looked at my classmates in twos and threes in the common room, I almost sat on the ground with my legs limp.

Ron spotted me with sharp eyes. He waved vigorously at me to signal me to go over, and at the same time conveyed some information to me with his mouth.Hermione and Harry didn't look up, they were trying to study something, looking very serious.

"What did you say?" I asked mechanically.

Hermione smiled and pointed to the diary in Harry's hand, and then said, "Helen! This is a diary from 50 years ago! Remember? The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened was 50 years ago. And the contents of this diary The master just got a gold medal from the school, but Tom Riddle's achievements are not engraved on the medal representing the highest honor..." Hermione's eyebrows were beaming, and her tone seemed to be thinking about what I was implying.

I glanced at Ginny out of the corner of my eye. She was far away, and George and Fred sandwiched her between them, as if they were telling some joke to make Ginny laugh.

"But this diary is blank, isn't it?" I said unnaturally.

"We can always find a way!" Harry put the diary back into his schoolbag, his dark green eyes sparkled abnormally, and there was a certain kind of firm belief and flying confidence in it.

After throwing the diary away, Ginny seemed to liven up.At least she is no longer doing something sneaky, talking and laughing every day.At the same time, the monster attack on the school seemed to come to an abrupt end. It seemed that the mysterious monster had once again hid in its lair where it had been dormant for many years, and no longer came out to make trouble.Madam Pomfrey also happily said that the mandrake that can be used to relieve petrification is also growing rapidly.

Everything seems to be going in a good direction.

Just when everyone started to smile again, the annual festival with a sweet smell of honey came quietly.

After being freed from Leicester's office, I was escorted back to the door of the common room by the beautiful vampire himself.The first thing I did when I got back to the dormitory was to turn out the Valentine’s Day card that I had brought to school since the beginning of the semester. I looked at the pink card happily, as if I had a glass of Coca-Cola in my heart, and kept looking out. Bubbles of happiness.

"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, have you prepared a greeting card?" I lay on my back on the bed and kept kicking my legs.

"Of course." Hermione replied, staring at the book on her lap.

Looking sideways at Ginny, she blushed and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.I turned over and got up from the bed, straightened my disheveled hair, and planned to find a pen on the desk.

"Haven't you written it yet?" Hermione looked up suddenly.

"I'm planning to write!" I happily interfaced.

"That's a pity."

"why?"

Suddenly, eyes dimmed, and the nighttime power supply period of the dormitory ended...

"Merlin's socks!" I couldn't help cursing.

That night, I lay in bed, leaned on a magic wand, and spent most of the night meditating with fluorescent lights, before I managed to write a sentence that was not too nasty.

——I like your smile, it makes me feel the temperature of the sun.

Early the next morning, that Professor Lockhart, who always likes to show off when he has nothing to do, came up with a new trick.The walls of the hall were covered with dazzling and vulgar pink flowers overnight, and a large number of colorful heart-shaped papers fell like falling snow on the long tables of various colleges.Hermione rested her hands on her chin and watched the scene in front of her quietly, as if she regarded it as a kind of enjoyment.I removed the paper from the bacon with a knife and fork, and added some bacon to Hermione's and my plates.Ron looked at Lockhart in the classroom with disgust, Harry shrugged, but he didn't show much.

"I said, the guy just said that 46 people gave him Valentine's Day cards, aren't you one of them?" Ron jokingly said to Hermione while biting the ham.

Hermione didn't answer, she squinted and smiled happily, and at the same time went to look for the timetable in her schoolbag.Ron winked at me, and I threw up my hands. Anyway, I figured Hermione's card was probably addressed to Lockhart.

Just when we thought the Valentine's Day drama would be over at breakfast, Lockhart stood up again, grinning and showing us the blindness of the judges for the Wizards Weekly Most Charming Smile award.

Lockhart spoke happily, and threw another bombshell at us.

As an empathetic and considerate teacher, he invited us a group of little Cupids who express their feelings.When I saw a group of shorts with wings coming out of the aisle silently, the mouthful of milk in my mouth almost sprayed Ron's face!

What should have been a beautiful day turned into a nightmare in an instant.

Michael was miserable, and he finally suffered a big loss when it came to girls.Throughout the day, he was besieged by a group of dwarves, no matter where he went, the dwarfs always found a way to find him and stopped him from reading the love poems to the soundtrack.But the dwarf's poor piano skills and raspy voice made it hard to think of anything good.So much so that Michael said afterwards that he never wanted to see Valentine's Day cards again in his life!