[HP]Helen Pan

Most of the third years went to Hogsmeade the weekend before Halloween.Hermione got up early that day, and Ginny also went to the library early. I didn't want to let go of this rare opportunity to lie in bed, so I chose to sleep in under the covers.

It was about nine o'clock, and the hooting of the owl woke me up from my dream.When I opened my eyes, I saw an owl with brown-gray feathers fluttering outside the window. I frowned and patted the pillow angrily before getting up to open the window for the owl.After unwrapping a roll of letter paper from the owl's feet, I grabbed a handful of cat food from Anthony's dinner plate and put it near the owl's mouth. I didn't expect that guy to like the taste, so he flapped his wings and ran to Anthony's plate. grab food.This made Anthony so anxious that he jumped off my bed almost in the blink of an eye, and jumped at the owl with his claws outstretched.

After a flutter, the brown-gray owl knocked over almost everything in the room, and then flew out of the window contentedly.Anthony guarded the food bowl and kept roaring in a low voice towards the window.Annoyed, I pulled out my wand, cast the recovery spell on the dormitory, and then unfolded the note two or three times.

See you at the Forbidden Forest at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Scribble ornate font.No heads up, no subject, just a commanding tone.There's even just a fancy D on the signature.

"What D? You disgusting guy! Can't he write a note? It makes people unable to sleep!" I cursed in a low voice, then crumpled the note into a ball and threw it out of the window.Reaching out to ruffle the disheveled hair, he nestled back under the blanket again.

and many more!

D! ?

Draco?

What did he ask me out for?

I sat up straight with my arms propped up, and then silently recalled the contents of the note.

See you at the Forbidden Forest.

To be honest, the edge of the Forbidden Forest behind the school is astonishingly large!

Where is he talking about?

I lay back on the bed again, but I couldn't get back the sleepiness I had before.After tossing and turning for a while, I still yawned and dug myself out of the bed.Anthony was probably dissatisfied with my behavior of messing with his food, so he ran out of the house long ago, while Hermione's Crookshanks rolled on the carpet peacefully, with a satisfied look that made people jealous.

After leaving the dormitory, there was no sign of the third year in the common room, not even Harry who hadn't gone to Hogsmeade.I asked a random senior student, and I realized that Harry had run out of the common room early.

Because I expected to stay in bed, I made an appointment with Michael yesterday for self-study together in the afternoon.Guess heartthrob Michael should not have much time for me.You must know that Michael has also recently become obsessed with Quidditch. According to him, he is trying to enter the Ravenclaw team as a batsman.

That's a good position, and George is a hitter.

So, to sum up, I now have a whole morning to spare.As I drank the pumpkin juice, I planned that I might try to curry favor with Anthony with some dried fish before I went to the Forbidden Forest to freshen up Alexander.

and many more.

If I recall correctly, second grade had just turned in a discussion paper on the relationship between wizards and goblins in modern times.I think Lester needs someone to grade the homework right now.If I want to improve my relationship with him, maybe I can start with this step.

Lester's office is in the basement, next to the Slytherin common room, and I know my way there.Open the office door with a door opening spell, and the gorgeously decorated room is as deserted as usual.It's still morning, and Lester should still be sleeping.I tiptoedly carried the homework parchment to the desk, and then took out the quill and ink from the fixed position.As soon as I opened the lid of the ink tank, I felt a gust of wind behind me.

I swallowed, and turned around slowly.

Lester's handsome cheeks were full of morbid paleness, and the cyan meridians were clearly visible under the fair to transparent skin, which was indescribably strange and enchanting.

"You..." He stretched out his hand and slid past my hand holding the pen, "What are you doing here?"

I swallowed again, trying to be more sincere, "Godfather, I want to share your worries."

Lester narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bland smile that made it impossible to see through his emotions.

"Heh..." he chuckled, and said in a sarcastic tone, "now I know I'm the godfather again. I thought Gryffindor witches disdain to be with dark guys like us, from the bottom of my heart Despise us bedbugs lingering in the dark."

"Please don't say that..." I muttered and lowered my head, "I just don't want to make myself regret..."

"Heh..." Lester laughed sarcastically again, "Of course you don't need to regret if you die. Regret is a punishment reserved for the living!" Lester narrowed his eyes, his royal blue eyes His eyes shone brightly in the candlelight.

"I'm sorry..." I pursed my lips and lowered my head, "But I can't leave my friends alone. My grandfather taught me since I was a child that true friends are worth our lives to watch over."

"Pedantic." Lester spit out these two words contemptuously.He dusted off the baggy sleeves of his shirt and sat down on his coffin.The blond mid-length hair covered half of his cheeks, making it difficult for me to see his expression clearly.Suddenly, he turned his head and stared at me, his golden eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes seemed to see through me without any emotion, "You chose death today, so don't regret it someday in the future." He said, He rolled over and lay down in the coffin.

I let out a breath, but what Lester said just now made me shudder.

What do you mean?

"Oh! That's right!" Lester sat up straight again. He rubbed his lower lip with his index finger, then raised his eyebrows with interest and smiled, "Since my dear godson is so enthusiastic, please let me know by the way The backlog of homework in the first grade will be corrected together. Come again on Wednesday afternoon, and the third grade will also have to hand in homework that day. Of course, as my dear godson..." Lester added the accent harshly here, "Helen , you don’t need to write that report. Remember to close and lock the door before you leave.” After speaking, he twitched the corners of his mouth with a smirk, and then lay down gracefully, the coffin boards closed bit by bit.

Ok……

Actually, I've already finished writing that report...

At lunch, I met Harry in the lobby.He spoke excitedly about a good morning in Professor Lupine's office, but then his expression became worried again.He said that he saw Professor Snape give Professor Lupine a cup of potion, and Professor Lupine looked very painful when he drank the medicine.So he thought it was very likely that Snape had given Lupine the poison.

Because everyone knew how much Snape coveted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Because of this matter, Harry seemed absent-minded until the afternoon when he was studying with Michael.I thought maybe Harry was being too sensitive about Professor Snape.

I don't think that a job with basically the same salary can make a person have the idea of ​​killing, let alone that he has such a motive in the eyes of others.

Even Michael saw his eccentricity, and gave me a few puzzled looks during self-study, and I curled my lips to express my powerlessness.Harry is sometimes stubborn and rarely listens to other people's opinions.At this time, let him be depressed for a while, and it will be much better after a while.

Fortunately, Michael was the best at adjusting the atmosphere, and he found the entry point from Quidditch in a few sentences.In fact, I think this is why he must pester Harry. He is asking him for tips on riding a flying broomstick.

"Helen! I'll tell you about these algebra problems another day. I'll go play with Harry on the flying broom first, and we'll talk another day." Michael put his arms around Harry's neck like a buddy, and dragged Harry from the bench in a cheerful manner. up.

Harry blushed a little, you know Michael put a high hat on Harry a lot just now.Just listening to it, I think Michael is almost talking about Harry as if he was born on a broomstick.

Reluctantly closing the annoying exercises in front of me, I took out my pocket watch and looked at it, it was only about two o'clock.So, I decided to practice riding first before going to the appointment.

The Forbidden Forest was unusually quiet today, and Alexander looked a little listless.When I looked down inadvertently, a fleeting black shadow always appeared in my peripheral vision.After practicing hastily for half an hour, I feel that my mastery of the mount is becoming more and more proficient, and I should be able to qualify for the main competition of the equestrian competition next year.

"Hey! What are you doing up there?"

Draco's haughty voice.I looked down and saw him standing below looking up with his head up.

I patted Alexander on the head, signaling him to land.

"Draco, is there anything I can do for you?" I walked up to him and asked frankly.

I really can't think of a reason why a Slytherin would ask me out all of a sudden, other than to ask for something from me.

Draco glared at me, then shoved a rectangular box roughly into my hand.

"Here you are!" He withdrew his hand quickly, as if the box had some kind of virus on it.

I hugged the box in my arms in a daze, and after a careful look, I realized that it was a box of beautifully packaged strawberry bonbons.

"For me?" I asked, looking at Draco.

"Nonsense." Draco habitually raised his head, with a certain degree of dodge in his eyes.

"This is the most expensive new product from Honeydukes!" He raised his head proudly, "This is a limited edition, not everyone can buy it!"

"Oh." I answered honestly.

Probably my expressionless face caught Draco a little surprised, his tone became softer, and he asked tentatively, "You... don't you like it?"

"No." I shook my head flatly, "I just don't understand why you send me chocolates."

"Of course it's because I don't like strawberry flavor!" Draco frowned, looking extremely awkward, "I bought it wrong, so I gave it to you."

Buy the wrong?

I thought he was going to repay me for treating him to dinner last time.

I smiled, raised the box in my hand and waved at Draco, "I like it very much, thank you so much."

"Then why don't you eat?" Draco asked again.

"I have a toothache, and I can't eat sweets now." I pouted, making a regrettable look.

Actually, I hate anything sweet.Only mints and dark chocolate with a purity of more than 70.00% are my favorites, but I can't bear to live up to Draco's kindness.

"You're so troublesome!" Draco snorted softly, then turned his head and left.

I wanted to follow, but found a big black dog squatting five steps away from me.He stared at me, panting heavily.Alexander moved his hooves and took a few steps in his direction, and the dog turned around cleverly and ran away.

"Hey! It's going to rain! Aren't you going back?" Draco had already walked away, and now he turned around and yelled in my direction.

I responded indiscriminately, and then hurriedly followed his footsteps.