[HP]Helen Pan

One of the Quidditch World Cup matches was Ireland vs. Bulgaria. This game almost drove the wizards all over England crazy. Before the game, the British Wizards gaming center even offered a super high odds of 5:3 for the Irish team.Even the usually calm grandfather showed extra expectation before the game.

On the day of the race I went back to London to do some shopping with my mum, and to take a final break to report to school.I didn't know there was a Death Eater parade during the Quidditch World Cup until Michael knocked on my door with the Daily Prophet the next morning.

The headline on the front page of the "Daily Prophet" that day: Horror scenes at the Quidditch World Cup, accompanied by a black and white photo of the Dark Lord's logo hanging in the cold night sky, seemed quite shocking.

I took a cursory look, and the incident seemed to be a big mess, and a few people seemed to have died.

"Didn't you watch the World Cup yesterday?" I lifted my head from the newspaper and looked at Michael who was eating fruit on the sofa beside him. He seemed to be fascinated by the financial talk show on TV.

"Hey!" I turned off the TV before he turned his head to me.

"Didn't you go to the game yesterday?" I asked again. "I remember I got you a ticket."

"Yeah!" Michael nodded, "I didn't go. When I woke up yesterday, I had a very ominous feeling. I drew a tarot card at random, and it turned out to be the 'Tower' card, the only card in the Major Arcana. There is no positive explanation for the card, so I decided to stay at home honestly, and today I received this "Daily Prophet" from the owl." He shrugged, with some luck.

My first reaction was to jump to the phone and call my grandfather. The man who answered the phone was Jock, the housekeeper, who told me that my grandfather was resting.What happened last night scared him enough, and the meeting held overnight by the Ministry of Magic also drained the old man's little energy.

I hastily tore out a piece of paper and scribbled a few sentences, then took Michael by the hand and dragged him from my home to my own.

"Hi! What are you doing? I also want to eat some pancakes made by my aunt." Michael stuffed something into his mouth, and followed me passively.

"I'm going to send a letter to Harry and the others. I heard that Harry went to the World Cup with the Weasleys! What if something goes wrong with George?" I walked quickly, thinking that if I could use apparition All right, then I can fly to the Burrow now.

Michael's room was filled with all kinds of books, and the huge bookcase took up two walls of the room.His owl, Suzanne, was resting on the shelf by the window. I whistled and she let out a cry and landed in front of me. After I fastened the letter, the owl let out a low cry to get Michael's consent and flew out of the window. .

"By the way, if you care so much about George, you don't mean you like him?" Michael picked up a book from the ground, then lay on the bed and flipped through it with great interest.I was a little embarrassed by his direct question, and I was taken aback before I nodded hastily.He raised his head from the book in amazement, then opened his mouth wide and said in shock, "Oh my God! You've got it right! I thought you saw men and women as indistinguishable." Then he turned over and sat down. Got up, patted the chair next to the bed, "Come on, tell me about the process, what do you like about him? When did it start?"

I sat down on the chair, raised my eyebrows and tried my best to look nonchalant, "But George has a nice smile, I like it very much. Besides, he is also a very nice person, except...sometimes he likes to play creative pranks Outside." I spread my hands and shrugged.

Michael held his chin and thought for a while, then nodded, "The twins really look pretty good when they smile." Then he asked the next question, "I said, how do you know you like George instead of Fred?"

"I can tell the difference." I pouted, picked up the football magazine on the desk and flipped through it.

Michael obviously also saw that I was not interested in this topic, he gave me a blank look, then lay back on the bed and flipped through his brick-thick book, "However, George is not talking to the Gryffindor team Is Angelina dating?"

"What?!" I was shocked by what Michael said, and my mind went blank for a moment.

"Don't you know? The pass was quite fierce in the previous stage." Michael was still lying on the bed, he put his legs together and stretched leisurely.

"Hey! Be serious!" I anxiously took the book away from his hand, and then he turned his gaze to me again, "Explain what you just said clearly." I narrowed my eyes and stared at him viciously, He said it word by word.

"Okay!" Michael tried to take the book back from my hand, but failed. He sat up cross-legged, and then thought for a while, "Well... I don't know very well. The last time Ravenclaw and When the Gryffindor team played, I saw the twins talking and laughing with the girl named Angelina in the players' dugout. Angelina also laughed and called George's name, chasing and beating him everywhere. Ravink Law's players told me that they were always like that, that George was bullying Angelina or something, and I think they did seem to have a good relationship. Then there were bits and pieces of the Gryffindor girls picking on them both in the lobby. It's a joke. Um... Seriously, I think they look like a couple, and they might actually get married in the future." Michael held his chin with his fist, and rubbed his thumb back and forth while thinking about it.

Listening to Michael's words, my shoulders gradually collapsed, and my heart was extremely stuffy.I remember that Angelina was not a particularly beautiful girl, at least she was by no means a tall, voluptuous, curvy beauty like Fred said.

Suddenly, there was a huge gap in my heart, I think it should be - the feeling of being cheated.

"Uh...Helen...what I said won't bother you too much, right?" Michael's expression seemed to be choking on his own saliva, and he pinched my sleeve with his index finger and thumb and shook it gently. , "Hey! Helen, I mean you and George look more like..."

"Okay..." I shook my head, thinking maybe I should go back and pack my school bags, "You know rumors stop at wise men. You know there were people who said I was dating Cedric of Hufflepuff ’ I shrugged, and I started to feel relieved thinking about it.

Yes, this must be just a rumor.

Later I got Harry's letter from Michael that he, Hermione and the Weasleys were all safe, but he also gave me some news that didn't sound too good.He said that he dreamed that Voldemort and someone else killed a Muggle during the summer vacation, and the scar next to his forehead had been hurting badly.Then he saw the Death Eater parade and the Dark Mark during the World Cup, which made him feel very bad, and Hermione and Ron were worried about him for that.

On platform nine and three-quarters I saw Draco, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, and he seemed in good spirits, staring at me as if he had taken dynamite when he saw me.Grandfather is very busy today, and the housekeeper, Old Jock, came to see him off.From a distance, I saw Draco saying goodbye to the people who came to see him off, and then hurried over.

"It's unbelievable! You really didn't go to the World Cup!" Draco lowered his voice, and walked towards the train with my shoulder on his side.I took the luggage from Jock in a hurry, and almost knocked over Anthony's cage.

"No one ever refuses my invitation." Malfoy slammed the car door hard, then stared back at me, looking extremely annoyed.

"What does that have to do with me." I looked at him inexplicably, and then took out the sandwich box and packaged milk for breakfast from my backpack, "Do you want some?"

Draco snorted unhappily through his nostrils, and then turned around in a circle before sitting down on the seat opposite to me. He unbuttoned the button that strangled his neck, and then took from my lunch box An egg sandwich.

"Well, it is said that there were Death Eaters parading that day. You were not injured in the riot, were you?" I asked while drinking milk, although I was sure that a young master like him would be well protected.

"Do you remember this?" Draco raised his eyebrows, and his gray eyes gave me a sharp look, "It's not easy!" His tone seemed to be disdainful.

At this moment, someone was twisting the door handle as if to come in, and Draco gave the person a hard roll of the eye through the glass on the car door.Then he pulled the blue curtain on the car door firmly, and inserted the latch smoothly.

"Why are you so angry?" I frowned, then thought for a while and then asked, "Did you see the parade? Are they handsome? Do all Death Eaters wear uniform masks? Also, I was When I saw the Black Devil logo in the newspaper, I thought it was shiny silver, super cool! Did it look silver on the scene? You know that only black and white photos are published in newspapers, so..." As I spoke, my speech speed gradually slowed down. Fast up, it's like I'm discussing a horror movie with him.

"So what?" Draco looked at me like he'd seen a freak.

"So I'm curious." I replied curtly.

"It's the first time I've seen a guy with your unique taste." Draco leaned back in the chair with his mouth curled, looking a little tired. "That thing is silver." He said softly, while looking at to his wrist.

"What do you think of them?" he asked softly.

"them?"

"Death Eater." He lowered his head and put his fingers together, making his expression hard to see.

"Oh..." I drank all the milk in the box, and then sighed contentedly, "Radicals, racists, terrorists." I narrated as concisely as I could, and at the same time opened the car door and threw away the carton in my hand. into the trash can in the hallway.