[HP] His little devil

At the end of the Potions class, the group of Helena and Regulus handed in the best finished product as usual.

Slughorn stood on the podium and smiled eagerly: "Very well, Mr. Black, Slytheringa ten."

Regulus nodded his thanks, said goodbye to the professor and turned to leave. Before he left, he heard the professor stop Helena.

The footsteps under the school robe paused, and he heard Slughorn speak slowly: "Miss Bird, the paper you handed in before was really a mess, I wonder why you are so good in class, but your homework is always Poorly written? Your Potions exam results in the first two years were somewhat regrettable."

Helena was embarrassed.

She glanced at Regulus' back, and he only hesitated for a few seconds before walking away.

Helena was a little sad: "I'm sorry, Professor, you are so wise, and you must know that my excellent performance in class is all because of Mr. Black. Without Mr. Black's help after class, my homework level will naturally drop."

Of course Slughorn knew why. He hadn't pierced the window paper before. He hoped that Helena could improve. After all, she had such an excellent deskmate.

But after such a long time, she has been so bad, Rao Slughorn is also a little anxious.

"You should strengthen your studies, Miss Bird, I believe you are talented. As long as you work hard, you can definitely improve your grades. Your performance in Charms is very good, isn't it? Professor Flitwick always praises me you."

Now that the professor has talked about this, what else can Helena say.Was she, frankly, a potions wizard who always made mistakes no matter how hard she listened?

After listening to it, her mind knew it, and her eyes knew it after reading it, but she couldn't control her hands.

Helena left the Potions classroom in a depressed mood. It had been a while since get out of class ended. She thought everyone should have left, but unexpectedly saw a slender and tall silhouette in the cellar corridor.

However, he was only in the third grade, and Regulus was already about [-] feet tall. Thinking about his elder brother who was in the fourth grade in Gryffindor, he was also slender and outstanding in the crowd. I think his height will still be great in the future. will rise.

Helena walked over slowly. This was the only way to go back to the Slytherin common room. According to Regulus' previous speed, he should have gone back long ago.

He held the book in one hand, his black jade-like short hair almost blended into the black school robe, Slytherin's green suits him so well, and the simple green lining makes his complexion fairer, as he always does, He easily occupied all the beautiful words in Helena's heart.

"Regulus."

She called him, and the boy turned his head slowly. His gray eyes made him look arrogant and unapproachable, but his polite facial expression neutralized this arrogance.

"Helena."

He responded to her and called her name in a gentle tone. He had no idea that Helena would itch every time he called her, as if someone had sprinkled itchy powder on her.

"I thought you had already left." Her expression was calm, without any trace of wild thoughts.

Regulus looked at her with gray eyes for a while before saying, "I was delayed by something just now."

He didn't say what it was, and she didn't ask. This was one of the secrets of her magic weapon of maintaining self-knowledge.

When she spoke again, she didn't mention the embarrassment in the potions classroom, but changed the subject.

"It's my birthday in a few days." She tilted her head, her long curly red hair covered her entire back, and her emerald eyes were full of anticipation, "Can you come to my birthday party?"

Regulus was silent for a moment and asked, "Are you going to hold a birthday party at school?"

Of course he couldn't be a guest at her run-down home, and it was term time again, so he guessed she was throwing a birthday party inside Slytherin.

Helena didn't deny or admit it, she just asked, "Can you come?"

If it's held in Slytherin, there's nothing you can't do. Many young masters and ladies from pure-blood families will hold birthday parties in the school, and invite a few friends of similar status to chat casually.But this was the first time this had happened to Helena.

Regulus was quiet for a while, and Helena felt that he wanted to refuse, after all, he was actually not as approachable as he showed.

Since he wanted to refuse, Helena gave him a step: "But you should be very busy, so it doesn't matter if you don't come, just pretend that I didn't ask."

She lifted her foot to leave, and didn't slow down as she passed him.

When she was about to enter the common room, his elegant and low-pitched voice sounded not far behind.

"I see," he said, "I'll be there on time."

Helena looked back in surprise, but Regulus just nodded politely and walked in the opposite direction.

He probably had other things to do, so he didn't go back to the lounge.

Helena returned to the dormitory in a daze. Her roommate Ceci Parkinson was looking in the mirror. She glanced at her through the mirror and asked a little arrogantly, "Is Professor Slughorn picking on your grades, Helena?"

The relationship between Helena and Ceci is not good. Ceci is the young lady of the Parkinson family, a veritable daughter of a pure-blooded family, and usually speaks and does things unconsciously with a sense of domineering, especially to Helena.

Helena lay directly on the bed without saying a word. Parkinson was a little displeased. He glanced back at her and said, "I'm talking to you. Are you deaf? Answer me."

Helena looked at her and said, "Yes, I wrote a poor thesis last time, and the professor scolded me."

In fact, she was not scolded, and Slughorn seldom scolded people, but this kind of answer is what Parkinson needs. If she doesn't say that, she will just continue to ask the bottom line and force her to give a similar answer. Then why don't she Give her a satisfactory answer directly?

Sure enough, after Helena said this, Parkinson laughed pretty, and the laughter was full of contempt.

Helena glanced at her, but looked away without saying a word.

Evelyn Selwyn came up to her quietly and whispered, "Don't be like her, she's always been like that."

Helena didn't hurt or itch: "It doesn't matter, as long as she is happy."

Evelyn leaned against her bed and changed the subject: "It's your birthday in a few days, have you figured out how to spend it? Maggie and I can accompany you, let's find a quiet place—how about the Astronomy Tower? There is no astronomy class on the night of my birthday, and the astronomy tower will be free."

Helena moved her lips, and said after a while: "Forget it, those guys from Gryffindor always like to occupy the Astronomy Tower when they are not in class. I don't want to look for bad luck."

Evelyn hesitated: "Then do you have a better choice? You can't be in the dormitory, right? I'm sure Parkinson's will mess up your birthday if you are in the dormitory."

Helena lowered her voice and said, "I don't plan to pass."

"What? Not enough?"

"Yes, but that's all."

Helena had birthdays the previous two years.

Basically, Maggie and Evelyn, who are in the same dormitory, accompany her. The three of them find a place to eat a cake and chat. she.

But this year Helena has other plans.

So she said firmly again: "Thank you, Evelyn, but I really don't plan to pass this year, forget it."

Evelyn raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, is this what you mean? That means the birthday present I prepared in advance can be saved?"

Helena's eyes lit up, and she said solemnly: "Gifts can still be given."

Evelyn smiled and pushed her: "Money fan!"

Parkinson snorted coldly and said, "Poor ghost."

The smile on the corner of Helena's mouth narrowed a bit, but she still didn't say anything.

Time flies, and Helena's birthday is coming soon.

Coincidentally, today was the weekend, Hogsmeade Day, and the first time the third year students had the opportunity to go to Hogsmeade.

A group of people lined up in a long line, with Evelyn in front of Helena, Parkinson behind, and Maggie behind Parkinson.

Maggie wanted to talk to Helena, but it was inconvenient to be separated by Parkinson. Parkinson glanced at them coldly, raised his chin and said, "Is it because poverty makes you have a common language? Then I can put This position is for you."

As she spoke, she turned away, indicating that Helena could go over, or Maggie could come over, but neither of them moved.

There was a trap in Ceci Parkinson's words, and once they switched positions, it seemed that they agreed with her words.

Maggie blushed, a little unhappy, Helena frowned, and when the atmosphere was tense and attracted many people's attention, she took the initiative to change places with Parkinson and stood with Maggie.

Parkinson smiled strangely, turned his gaze back and waited for Filch to review the list.

Helena stood there with her head bowed, and Maggie whispered a lot in her ear, but she didn't listen to a word.

Soon it was Parkinson's turn to review. Because Evelyn was dissatisfied with what she said about Helena and Maggie just now, she changed places with the first few people and got on the train early.And Filch had always been more tolerant to the Slytherin students, and the review speed was much faster than when he was dealing with Gryffindors, so Parkinson was quickly approved and walked towards the train.

She stopped after walking a few steps, and her usual look with eyes above her head instantly changed into that of a gentle lady.There were a few boys standing in front of her, one of them was tall and slender, with restrained demeanor and calm eyes, it was Regulus.

The Black masters were always so conspicuous, the Gryffindor one, and the Slytherin one.

Parkinson walked up to Regulus with some excitement, because she suddenly got too close, which made Mulciber beside Regulus unhappy. He frowned and glanced at Parkinson, wanting to say something, But was interrupted by Regulus.

"You go up first." He said briefly.

Mulciber gave Parkinson a meaningful look, and got on the train obediently.

Regulus' eyes fell on Parkinson, and Parkinson thought he was asking her out by dismissing Mulciber, so he shouldn't be too excited.If it wasn't for the sliver of rationality left to maintain the last reserve, she would have said "yes" impatiently.

Too bad Regulus wasn't asking her out at all.

He looked at her quietly for a while, and Ceci Parkinson was uncomfortable seeing those gray eyes, blushing and saying: "Blake..."

She was interrupted before she finished speaking, and Regulus called her name: "Parkinson."

Ceci Parkinson was stunned and said, "Actually, you can call me Ceci..."

Regulus didn't seem to hear, and still called her: "Parkinson."

Parkinson was a little embarrassed, and stood there stiffly: "What?"

Not knowing if the sun was too bright, Regulus narrowed his eyes a little, his cold and peaceful eyes fixed on her, and he took a step forward to narrow the distance between them.When Parkinson was distracted again, he spoke politely but indifferently.

"Be nice to Helena," he said.

Parkinson suddenly stopped, looking at him in disbelief.

Regulus smiled politely, and got on the train without looking back.

Ceci Parkinson turned her head with an ugly expression, and saw the red-haired Helena and Maggie walking towards them talking and laughing.

At that moment, Parkinson felt that this Helena was as annoying as that red-haired Mudblood in Gryffindor!