[HP]Helen Pan

Harry's relationship with Cho Chang has made some welcome progress, and a friend should be happy for him.

This is Hermione's evaluation of Harry's first love.

At that time, I gave her a blank look, and asked her, where should I put Cedric?I can still remember what he said to this day. He said that he would wait until he won the championship before confessing his love to Qiu Zhang. He wanted himself to be her best choice.When it comes to champions I get it.Now that was the case, Harry had the trophy in his hand, so of course he became more entitled, and he replaced Cedric.

I knew that I seemed to be at Cedric's dead end in this matter, that I should be able to attack Harry with such vitriolic words.Immediately after those words came out of my mouth, I regretted and regretted my gaffe.Hermione gave me a very deliberate look before almost writing her report on the meter-long piece of parchment with her quill.

She asked me back, her tone a bit unfriendly.She said, don't you think you wouldn't be misleading Harry unnecessarily if you stopped them now in a daze?What's more, Cedric is dead. Could it be that Qiu Zhang can't have a new boyfriend in his life?

I didn't know how to interface for a moment, and Hermione was right.

It's just that whether it's Harry or Cho Zhang or anyone else in this school, they all change too fast and forget.

Then I began to miss Cedric's handsome face with a smile, but no matter how hard I tried, I could only vaguely remember the back of the boy riding on the back of the griffin.Even that handsome face has slowly blurred in memory.It turns out that I am not qualified to say Harry and the others, because I also began to forget him unconsciously.

The next morning Harry and I just shook hands and made peace for no apparent reason.I remember that Ron's expression was very exciting when he knew about it. His nose was a little red, but when he was biting the beef pie and watched me take the nonsense "Daily Prophet" from Harry's hand naturally After tearing it in half, and after Harry nodded and said thank you to me, he choked on his beef patty, choking his nose so red, it was like hanging a red bell pepper on his face It seems so funny.

At that time, Hermione was sullenly trying to scold the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic, but she was a little confused by Ron's choking, and she stared at Ron pinching her neck and coughing out of breath. Get up and pass him some drinks.

Harry wasn't in a good mood at first, and he didn't look energetic.He smiled at Ron's antics at first, but soon began to look clouded again.This is understandable, if I were to live in such a distrusted environment, I might be schizophrenic.

I also glanced at the "Daily Prophet" which I had left aside. I tore Fudge's photo in half, and I could only see the top hat on his head shaking constantly.And the headline on the front page read: Savior?Deceiver!

"How's Sirius?" I poured some pumpkin juice into Harry's glass, trying to find something other than girlfriend to talk to him about.

But before Harry could answer, Hermione tugged at the hem of my robe almost immediately.She gave me a wink to let me know I had said the wrong thing.I just remembered that Umbridge will carry out her powerful rule at Hogwarts to the end, whether it is sent in or sent out, she has to take it apart and see that there is no deceptive reactionary attempt to confuse the public's attention information.That meant that Harry couldn't talk to Sirius about the things he most wanted to say, and it must have been uncomfortable to keep all the words in his stomach.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't need sympathy." Harry pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.He buried his head deeper, his tone obviously very unhappy.

I swallowed, resentfully, and then said, "You'll be staying at Sirius' house this Christmas, right? If you're free, can you come over to my house? I invited Hermione yesterday." I blinked Blinking eyes, he touched his nose uncomfortably, "My mother wrote yesterday saying that she hasn't seen my classmates very much, so she and Michael's mother, Aunt Kate, are going to have a small party at home during Christmas, I hope we can invite some friends back to play." I met Harry's green eyes with some trepidation, "Are you interested? There are not many people, it's very casual. Probably..." I gestured to him with my fingers, " Only about ten people."

Honestly, this party idea for mom is too good to be true.At least she gave me another reason to spend as much time in the city as possible.

"Ron, will you go too?" I turned my gaze to Ron who was sitting on the side drinking a drink, and then snapped my fingers and said, "Ginny also promised me that I would go."

Ron stared at me for a while, then glanced at Hermione, and then smiled, "Does your mother still make toffee banana pie? I remember you brought it over once, it's amazing!"

"Where's Harry? I remember you like orange pudding, I'll bake it for you!" I turned my head and smiled at him, wondering if I should add that family members are not allowed...

Harry pursed his lips and laughed, there seemed to be a slight dimple on one side of his face, and his gloomy face looked a little clouded.

But what I didn't expect was that he was still sitting here and joking, but only a few days later he miraculously disappeared from Hogwarts.Umbridge was almost mad with anger. In addition to constantly criticizing the other professors, she began to invite the students into the office one by one to have tea after negotiating with Dumbledore many times but failed.As Harry's suspected accomplices, Hermione and I were naturally invited to drink a cup of tea. She entered the room before me, and when she came out, she looked very ugly and left angrily.Looking at her back, I began to feel my hairs stand on end.

The fact that the office of the woman who wears pink girly gowns all day is also pink almost makes me want to throw up as soon as I walk in.

"Miss Pan." Umbridge looked up at me standing by the door, smiling at a strange angle.It seemed that she tried her best to smile, but the stiff cheek muscles prevented her from expressing such an expression accurately, "Please sit down." She pointed to the table in front of her, her voice was shrill and girlish.

After I sat down, she waved the wand in her hand with a smile on her face, and immediately there was an empty glass in front of me.

"What do you want to drink?" Umbridge smiled, and waved his wand again, "How about black tea?" Following her words, fragrant tea burst out from the bottom of the cup, followed by more Out came the sugar bowl and a small cup of milk.

"Thank you, Professor." I nodded to Umbridge immediately, and said vaguely.

"Then..." Umbridge raised his voice, as if about to start talking about something serious.She clasped her hands on the desk in front of her reservedly, leaned her upper body towards me and asked in a deliberate and positive posture, "You..." She drawled her tone, with a slightly threatening smile on her face , "Do you know why Harry Potter left school suddenly?"

"I don't know, Professor." I sat upright and answered honestly.

Umbridge's expression faltered, she lowered her head, lowered her voice as much as she could and coughed twice before laughing again with the corners of her mouth twitching, "Miss Pan, I think your grandfather, Mr. Pan, should also tell you that being a wizard requires Cooperate with the work of the Ministry of Magic?" She smiled, a little scary.

"Of course." I pursed my lips and nodded. Of course I know that citizens have the obligation to cooperate with the police in their work. "I must know everything and say everything."

She nodded, as if she was very satisfied with my attitude, and then asked clearly, "Excuse me, why did Harry Potter leave school suddenly? He and Dumbledore are planning something, right?" Ask these words Her narrow, toad-like eyes almost glowed green.

I met Umbridge's pressing gaze seriously, and replied solemnly, "I don't know."

"..." Umbridge stared at me, breathing hard through his nostrils, looking more like a bloated toad.She stared at me as if thinking, obviously not getting the answer she wanted from Hermione.Suddenly, she smiled, and pushed the tea cup closer to me, "Drink something before answering!"

I feel that if I say that I don’t want to drink it, it will undoubtedly make Umbridge even more annoyed, so I can only take a small sip from the teacup, and she almost stares at me as she pours the tea down, which makes me subconsciously feel that There must be something else in this tea.

"Then, tell me your answer again." She pursed her lips into a smile, and for some reason there was a chilling sternness on her face.

I suddenly felt a little dizzy, and when I didn't even know what I was talking about, my mouth opened, "I don't know."

Umbridge began to breathe hard again, she seemed so disappointed that she didn't even bother to look up at me, and after a cold glance at me, she began to summon Filch to prepare to drop a student in.

After returning to the dormitory and just sitting down, I found that Draco whispered on the parchment that I should go to Lester's office to meet immediately.But when I really went, he didn't speak with a gloomy face, and sat looking at each other for a while, he moved impatiently as if he wanted to go immediately.

I understood that he was waiting for me to speak up first, so I reached out to wrap his arms around him obediently, and shook, "Are you angry? With whom?"

Draco squinted at me coldly and raised his eyebrows, "You really don't know why Potter left? Where did he go? He got the principal's special approval to leave school before the Christmas holiday? What kind of thing is he? A stupid thing who speaks nonsense and deceives the public." His tone became more and more serious, and he was almost questioning at the end.

"..."

I don't know what to say, Draco keeps asking me why Harry is like this today, why is that like that, or what did he do, what the hell is he thinking...

It's as if I'm just his eyeliner on Harry Potter.

I suddenly had a feeling of being fooled, extremely wronged but didn't know how to speak.

"Don't you want to answer?" Draco stood up lazily, put his hands in his trouser pockets casually, and looked at me condescendingly, "Why, do you really don't know or want to protect your so-called 'friend'?" Seeing that I haven't answered what he meant, I snorted coldly, opened the door and walked out.

I stood up and wanted to chase subconsciously, but at this moment a gloomy 'creaking' sound sounded.I followed the sound and saw that Lester was sitting in his coffin with his chin propped on one leg and looking in my direction.

"I said..." Lester stood up slowly, bent down and adjusted her neat clothes slightly, "Are you sure you are in love with this bastard?"

I slumped my shoulders in frustration, and spread my hands towards him, "I always thought so."

"Let me tell you," Lester curled his lips impatiently, refusing to look at me as if he thought I was ashamed, "Men are all low animals. And they usually become more low as they get used to it." Saying this, Lester Ster lifted his collar gracefully, "You've spoiled that purebred cat to the point of lawlessness, so be careful that one day he will bite you back. Because it's usually too easy to get and it's not easy for people to cherish. "

"..." I didn't want to refute Lester, but pouted in disapproval.

I figured that since I liked Draco, there was nothing wrong with being nice to him.As long as he is happy, it doesn't matter if I suffer more grievances, anyway, he is the young master, and I'm just a wild girl.He has always been heartless, so naturally he is not as arrogant as him.

It seems that my stupid appearance made Slater a little disappointed, "How can I have a godson like you? It's too shameful." He muttered and walked slowly to the door of the office. When he opened the door and left, he said, " Remember not to cry to me if you get dumped in the future!"

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