[HP]Helen Pan

"So, you won the preliminaries?" Hermione asked, tilting her head as she spread butter and blueberry jam on the bread.

"Hmm!" I shrugged my shoulders and stuck out my tongue at her pretending to be relaxed, "This is a piece of cake!"

This year, there were only a few contestants in the horse-shaped magical creature group, and the other two students of Beauxbatons probably put all their thoughts on the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, or they only cared about admiring the grand dresses in the stands. Draco in the dress, they could almost be called making mistakes anyway.This made me feel unfulfilled even though I got the highest score.But Cedric won cleanly and beautifully. There were more than a dozen players in his group, but he still easily won the first place to advance.

But the good news is that my uncle Alec rarely showed his approval.The handsome uncle gave me his usual mean smile and even hugged me after I won the race.

I think this is probably the closest he has ever been to me in his life.

"That would be great." Ron wolfed down a fried egg, then wiped the oil on his mouth carelessly, "So when will you be in the final? I heard that tickets for the equestrian competition are hard to get."

"Well." I nodded, because the number of people who can enter to watch the competition is limited, and it is said that the tickets for the equestrian competition are not sold publicly. "The final is scheduled for the summer vacation after the end of the Triwizard Tournament."

Harry poured himself a glass of milk and said cheerily, "Sirius said he'd try to get tickets for the final."

"That's great!" I laughed.

At the same time, an owl flew in from the skylight of the hall, and Hedwig's pure white figure was particularly conspicuous among them.Ever since Sirius was given custody of Harry as his guardian, Hedwig has been getting busier.Sirius sent Harry something almost every day.

Michael hurried into the hall, his fluffy brown hair was a little disheveled because of his hurried steps.When passing the Gryffindor table, he stopped briefly and waved hello to us.

"Michael, wait!" Hermione put down the bread in her hand and hurriedly stood up.

Michael blinked back blankly, then walked slowly over to our table.He smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, his blue eyes were still hazy from waking up, "Pretty and smart Miss Granger, is there anything I can do for you?"

Hermione was probably taken aback by the girl killer's eyes, and coughed uncomfortably before she said, "I want to take a look at your arithmetic and divination notes, Professor Gerald said your notes are the best in the class. OK."

"Oh! Of course, I'd love to help you." Michael smiled brighter, with white teeth, pink lips, and sparkling eyes, which made him look like an extra-large baby.He stroked his hair, and hurriedly took out a brown-covered book from his bag and handed it to Hermione.

While Hermione was flipping through the notes, Michael glanced at me, and immediately rolled his eyes in disgust, "Your hair is too frizzy and needs to be taken care of." He propped his chin on his fingers and thought for a while, Then he drew his wand and said to my hair, "Speedy and smooth."

Then my naturally curly hair stretched out, smooth and docile as if alive.I reached out and touched it, and it was the silky texture advertised.

"This spell is often used by girls, you'd better learn it." Michael raised his eyebrows and said solemnly, then he reached for a donut in his mouth and hurried towards Ravenclaw's table go.

"Michael's notes are better than yours?"

Hermione was poring over Michael's notes, which puzzled me.I've always known Michael was a genius, but I never knew his genius wasn't limited to Muggle lessons.

Hermione didn't have time to answer me at all, she was flipping through her notes, she was writing a few sentences on the parchment at hand.Ron glanced pointedly at the Slytherin table before lowering his voice and said, "They call her Miss Know-Know, and the one named Michael is Mr Know-Know."

"So, aren't they officially assigned?" I muttered subconsciously.

"What did you say?" Hermione looked up suddenly.

"No, I was thinking that Professor Snape would treat him like he was making things difficult for you." I hurriedly stuffed the bread in my hand into my mouth, and then said with some worry.

……

Professor Trelawney's divination class was still in the attic that was smoky with her spices.The sound of crackling firewood was constantly being heard in the burning stove. I rested my chin and listened listlessly to Professor Trelawney talking about the troubles that Harry was about to encounter in her characteristic nervous tone, and gradually fainted. Drowsy and sad.

In fact I even wondered if the professor had some personal vendetta with Harry.Ever since predicting Harry's death in the first class.Professor Trelawney was always saying that Harry was going to be in big trouble.If what she said was true, then I think Harry would have died no less than ten times.

Michael next to me was also a little sluggish. He was nestled in the upholstered rattan chair, his eyes slightly squinted as if he was about to fall asleep the next moment.He covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, his neck moved, and I could see a chain that looked like gold but not gold, silver and not silver slipped out of his collar.

Out of curiosity, I hooked the chain with my index finger and pulled him out of his clothes. Michael sat up straight in surprise. He leaned forward slightly as if trying to block other people's sight, but he didn't stop my movement.

There is a small golden timer attached to that chain, which looks dainty and lovely.I noticed that the connection of the timer was flexible, and as soon as I tried to dial it, Michael nervously took the thing back.

"This is a time-turner, you can't move it casually." He pulled the chain back into his hand, and then supported his head with another hand, "I heard that Hermione Granger has one too, you haven't seen it Is it?"

"I heard her mention it. But she said that she promised Professor McGonagall not to show it to others." I closed my hands in disappointment, and then whispered curiously in the wicker chair, "I heard that the school was dragged Is it true that the Venclaw students are each equipped with a Time-Turner? That thing seems to work."

"How is that possible? Who did you hear from?" Michael complained, putting the necklace back into his clothes, and then gave me a glare. "Professor Flitwick wrote letters of assurance to the Ministry of Magic in order to get me a time-turner. Moreover, using this thing will not delay the course, but it has many side effects, and it is too tiring to use. There are only two or three people in our college who use this thing." Then, Michael yawned again, "It will take a day Break it into two days, it's really not a human life." Michael hammered his shoulder, looking old and frail, "Italian espresso is really good, I have to write to ask my mother to give me more Send some coffee beans."

"Drinking too much of that stuff is bad for the heart!" I rolled his eyes at him, "If you're really sleepy, go to sleep!"

"You have to study hard! You should study hard with Hermione Granger, aren't you roommates?" Michael glanced at me old-fashionedly, "Genius is also earned by hard work. No one is born knowing everything."

"Michael, I think you look like my dad now." I sighed sincerely.

"Don't be like this, how many years will I lose my life with a daughter like you? It's too troublesome!" He still looked lazy, and then he nudged me with his elbow, and whispered, "Slytherin just now That little peacock glared at me."

"Little peacock?"

"Draco Malfoy."

At this time, Professor Trelawney asked us to calculate the planetary position when we were born, and Michael lowered his head and took a quill to draw on a circular chart, "The nickname given to him by Ravenclaw students, love now purebred white peacock."

"It's very vivid." I couldn't help laughing, remembering that the arrogant expression he had when he came to congratulate me on the victory on the day of the game was really very similar.

"Do you think he's interested in you?" Michael couldn't hide his smile in his tone.

"How is it possible?" I paused holding the quill pen, and a drop of ink dripped from the pen tip.

"He glanced at you first, and then he glared at me." Michael wiped the ink off the parchment with his wand, and muttered softly.

When Professor Trelawney announced that get out of class was over, Michael couldn't wait to jump up from his seat and want to rush out.

"Oh! That's right." Michael suddenly turned his head, hurried back to my side, and said in a low voice, "Helen, don't tell anyone about the time-turner." He winked mischievously at me Blinking his eyes, "You know, I also promised Professor Flitwick not to mention this thing to others." Then, he straightened up and stretched, complaining coquettishly, "Really, there are still two verses left. Charms and Muggle Studies at the same time. Exhausting! I want to sleep~”

After Michael left, I followed Harry and the others slowly towards the foyer, where there were already some students waiting for dinner.Suddenly, Draco squeezed in from behind, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand, and smiled at Ron in a quiet voice, "Weasley! Check it out, your dad has reported it!" His pale face was flushed with excitement.

This morning's Daily Prophet published a piece of news, mainly about the disappearance of a witch official, but the Ministry of Magic did not release any official information on this.Ron's father was mentioned in the report, but his name was unfortunately misspelled.Hermione had noticed this in the morning reading the paper, but she had kindly not mentioned it to Ron.

"Look! And his picture!" Draco shook the newspaper, as if to make the people around him see more clearly.

Ron froze in place a little at a loss, his cheeks flushed.

Then Draco began to tease Ron's house with great interest, and Ron's mother's figure.

"Draco, don't take it too far!" I pushed him to chase him away, while Harry and Hermione were holding on to Ron's wizard robes to prevent him from rushing to Draco to give him a hand. punch.

"It doesn't matter about you." He said, and he gave me a look.

Draco seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, standing where he was and refusing to leave.The things that came out of his mouth about Ron's mother began to go too far, and even Harry's godfather Sirius was involved.Harry was very angry, he pulled Ron and turned away, but left a word of greeting to Draco's mother.

Harry's words touched Draco's spine, and he pulled out his wand from his pocket and pointed at their backs to cast a spell.

My eyes widened, and I hurriedly reached out to pull him, but it was in vain.Someone was faster than me, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Moody rushed through the crowd, casting a spell that turned Draco into a ferret.

I stared at the stoat frozen in place in shock.The entire hall was silent. You must know that no professor has ever dared to use the Transfiguration Charm to punish students in front of so many students!

"I hate villains who play tricks on others!" The ugly Moody limped towards here, dragging his artificial leg.Wherever he passed was like Moses dividing the sea, the students who had been crowded into a pile just now all moved aside naturally.

Moody's blue prosthetic eye swiveled strangely in its socket, and he looked back at Harry and the others as if to make sure they were not hurt.

Draco's followers, Crabbe and Goyle, tried to pick up the ferret on the ground, but Moody yelled as if he had eyes behind his back, "Don't touch him!"

The two guys subconsciously took two steps back in fright, and then cowered into the crowded crowd.

I almost looked at them in disbelief, these two cowards, I thought they were friends with Draco!How can they back down at this time.

"Professor! Transfiguration spells are not allowed in schools to punish students." As Moody passed me, I stepped diagonally to block him.Moody's fake eyes rolled around in their sockets, then he walked around me and walked on.The ferret screamed strangely and started to run in fright, as if it wanted to run back to the basement.

"Stop!" Moody yelled, pointing his wand at the fleeing ferret.Then the white figure was suddenly lifted ten feet into the air by magic, the little ferret was probably stunned, his body floating in the air was extremely stiff.But for a moment, the corner of Moody's mouth twitched, the wand was lowered a little, and the ferret was thrown to the ground again.

With a snap, the ferret screamed in pain.

"You filthy bastard who is behind the scenes, let me teach you what is right!" Moody raised his wand again, and the ferret lying on the ground panting in pain floated up again. Arrived in the middle of the sky.

This guy is indeed a lunatic!

Standing in the crowd watching Moody use his wand to toss Draco as he pleases, I feel like my lungs are going to explode!Did he take Draco as his prisoner? !

Seeing that the ferret was about to fall to the ground again, I hurried over and reached out to catch the falling ferret.Draco should be terrified, I held him in my arms, but he was still shaking uncontrollably.

"Let him go!" Moody yelled hoarsely from me.

Ron and Harry stared at me, looking totally taken aback.Hermione pursed her lips and gave me a worried look.And more students seem to hold a mentality similar to watching a theater.

"Never!" I hugged the ferret even tighter in surprise, then looked directly at Moody's weird and scary eyes, and said righteously.