[HP]Helen Pan

Hermione seemed embarrassed, she opened her mouth but the sound seemed to be stuck in her throat.Harry and Ron frowned exaggeratedly, and I hugged Anthony in silence.Half a day later, she got up and said to Harry and Ron, "I think it's time for you to change your clothes! The bus is about to arrive!" After speaking, she walked out as proudly as she came in with her chin raised.

I sniffed and lifted Anthony out of the cage.

"You guys change your cloaks!" I stood up holding Anthony, coughed twice and opened the car door and walked out, "I'm going out to get some air."

Standing at the junction of the carriages, I struggled to open the window until I felt the cool wind on my face, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.The way the girl named Hermione spoke with a sense of superiority just now reminded me of Susan—my classmate and neighbor, a girl who also excels in studies.

Before I was five years old, I lived in the home of my grandparents in Italy. Like many children, I yelled and played football on the beach all day long, enjoying the beach and the sun.It wasn't until I was six years old that my parents, immersed in the romantic world of the two, finally remembered that they had a poor daughter in Italy.

Then I came to London by an express train.

Away from the sunshine of the Mediterranean, London is a completely foreign world to me, except for my parents.

From that day on, I had to get used to the damp weather here, get used to those dazzling blond hair, and get used to speaking English.English was a foreign and unfamiliar language to me at the time, and inevitably I began to use a jerky Italian accent.No matter how I imitate it, I can't get rid of the Italian tone.

When I first reported to school, I felt as if I was standing on some isolated island, surrounded by a boundless sea, and the sea water was slowly rising up trying to submerge my insteps.It was a bad situation. People around me were talking in twos and threes, but I didn't have a friend around me.Everyone looked at me with unfamiliar eyes and a little alienation.Just as I was trying to be nice to them, Susan appeared.

When she said a word, it was like a wave hitting me completely into the sea.

She said, "Looking at the tone of her mouth, I can't imagine whether her tongue is straight or curled." At the same time, she has the unique elegance of the British, spreading her hands and shrugging her shoulders like a lady.The long golden curly hair scattered on her shoulders like dazzling stars, making her look as beautiful as an angel.

And I, a black guy with a funny accent, just crouched in a corner and rotted away.

Fortunately, my deskmate——Michael gave me a smile, which was like a piece of driftwood, saving me from drowning.Fortunately, my campus life didn't start too badly.

At the same time, I started to study English hard and correct my pronunciation.That crazy energy made my mother worry about whether I was suffering from some kind of mental illness.Three months later, I had a fluent Cockney accent, which my parents say is a miracle.

Anthony in my arms suddenly let out a scream, and then he began to struggle restlessly in my arms.When I came back to my senses, I happened to see the pale purebred wizard-Draco Malfoy.Accompanied by two big boys, he walked in my direction with a smirk on his face.

"I heard that the famous Harry Potter is in that carriage?" Malfoy stopped in front of me, he crossed his chest and said arrogantly in a condescending posture.He spoke the two bytes of Porter lightly and tactfully, as elegantly as Italian coloratura.

I hugged Anthony in my arms hard, and looked straight at Mr. Wizard in front of me.Where did the gentlemanly demeanor before he got into the car just now go?All I see now is an arrogant and disrespectful guy.

"No, how could he be here?" I subconsciously raised my chest and took a step forward.The half-smiles and fleshy faces of the two big guys beside him made me think that he seemed to come here specially to find trouble.Harry is my friend, and it's only natural that I should avoid unnecessary friction for him.

"Ha!" Malfoy chuckled, his eyes lingering on me as if thinking about the credibility of my words.After a while, he said again, "Looks like we don't have a chance to pay our respects to famous people!" He poked the two people around him with his elbow as if joking, "This is Braque. This is Goyle." He said casually .

I froze for a moment before realizing that he was introducing me to his friend.

"Helen, Helen Pan." I nodded and smiled hastily, but the three of them had already turned and left.

"Hi! Helen, come in? We've changed." Harry poked his head out of the carriage.

"You know Malfoy?!" Ron poked his head out of the carriage, and he opened his mouth wide at Malfoy's back, as if swallowing a fly.

In the carriage, Ron pulled Harry and me to his side, and said in a low voice and carefully, "My dad told me about their family. They used to be followers of the mysterious man, but after the mysterious man disappeared, they They were the first ones to come back to our side. My dad said his dad easily fell to the underworld without making any excuses."

Before I knew it, the car had stopped.I blinked and subconsciously looked out of the car, the window was dark and I thought I had stepped into some kind of fantasy world.This feeling intensified after seeing Hogwarts House.Behind a large mirror-like lake is a towering castle.The tall Baroque spiers point straight to the clouds, and the ancient castle always carries an incredible sense of mystery.

Mamma Mia!

I should really be glad I've been to the Duomo, or I'd be screaming with excitement like a country bumpkin.You must know that my biggest dream was to live in an old castle and be a knight.

Yes, rather than being a princess, I want to be a heroic knight, brave and tenacious, invincible.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione Neville boarded a boat, but I didn't dare to board the boat because I was afraid of the water, and finally Hagrid impatiently carried me onto Malfoy's boat .

"Do you know which house you're going to?" Malfoy asked me.

College?

I recall my grandfather telling me about the Hogwarts sorting tradition.My grandfather said he graduated from Ravenclaw, and my two uncles who have never met are from Slytherin and the other is also from Ravenclaw.

I straightened my upper body and tried to keep my center of gravity stable. After thinking about it, I cautiously nodded and smiled at Malfoy, "I don't care." As long as I don't go to the same school as you and Miss Granger, which school should I go to? College will do.

"Oh..." he replied indifferently, "Anyway, I know, I will enter Slytherin! For sure!" After saying that, Malfoy turned around, and he lay on the bow and looked at Hogwarts from afar. Then he seemed to have thought of something and quickly turned around and said to me, "I think you should go to Slytherin too!" There was conceit on his pale and beautiful face. cover you!

I still nodded and smiled, but I thought in my heart that no matter how stupid I am, I would not mix with those purebred wizards in Slytherin as a half-blood, for fear that others would not discriminate against me.

When we arrived at the academy, we were greeted by a witch in emerald blue robes. Her expression was extremely serious and she was obviously very difficult to deal with.Hagrid said she was Professor McGonagall.

When passing through the long and narrow corridor, Malfoy came over.He stretched out his hand to Harry with a half-smile, that hand was like the poisonous claws of aristocrats towards religion, and he was trying to make the sympathetic religion abandon the proletariat represented by Ron.

In history, nobles can always collude with religion to cover the sky with one hand, but this time the great Harry rejected that hand.When I saw Malfoy's majestic expression showing signs of collapsing, and even his pale cheeks turned pink due to embarrassment, I felt the pleasure of succeeding in a prank, and I wanted to slap Ha Li shoulders a good compliment to him.

"Why are you here?" Malfoy stood next to Harry and stared at me suddenly.

I looked around suspiciously, and felt that he was indeed talking to me, so I said slowly, "Mr. Malfoy, what's wrong with me staying here?"

Malfoy was anxious, turned around and walked quickly to one side.Harry and I looked at each other and shrugged.

When we got to a larger hall, Professor McGonagall said that what we were about to face was the sorting style.

I automatically looked up as I walked across the aisle.

The ceiling is high, the frescoes are a little fuzzy, the old stained glass is dim, and there is no moon tonight.

"Hi! What's the matter with you?" Ron bumped his arm against me.

"Oh! I'm thinking about sorting. Which college do you want to be sorted into?" I came back to my senses, trying to hide my embarrassment by asking questions.

"Gryffindor, of course!" Ron quickly interfaced with a proud expression.

"What about you?" I asked Harry.But he pressed his lips tightly with a pale face, looking extremely nervous.I reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then hooked his neck like a brother and laughed, "Don't worry! Your good man is with you!" I said it in a deliberately rough voice, which amused Harry and Ron .

When I entered the hall, my open mouth never closed again.I never imagined that there is such a dreamy floor in this world, and the neat and gorgeous long table is glowing with the natural color of logs under the soft orange light.On the roof that is so high that it is close to the sky, you can actually see the vast starry sky on the roof. The starry sky flickers like a dream.

"Mamma Mia! Tell me, am I dreaming?! Is there no roof here?" I excitedly patted Harry and Ron beside me.

"It's been enchanted, it looks like the sky outside, I read about it in "Hogwarts, A School History." Hermione's voice was a little smug.

Almost subconsciously, the smile on my face disappeared, and then I turned to her and said, "Miss Granger, you are so knowledgeable!"