[HP] The girl with black hair

In 1981, the Mysterious Man fell and Britain ended the 11-year wizarding war. The once bustling Diagon Alley was empty and depressed due to the arrest of Death Eaters.

The Daily Prophet

mysterious person missing

The Boy Who Lived - Harry Potter

Sirius Black betrayed the Potters and killed twelve Muggles and Pettigrew. Peter was imprisoned in Azkaban

Pettigrew Peter awarded the Order of Merlin [-]st Class

Ministry of Magic condolences to victims' families

Compassionate pension for Oro family orphans

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At the end of 1981, the British Ministry of Magic was in shambles, but it was like a catastrophe for the old lady Boxer. Her proud son left her overnight, and he left before he had time to make a portrait. out of this world.

On this morning of November [-]th, a new little life was welcomed into the Box family.

The old lady Box opened the door and picked her up on the stone ladder in front of the door in the morning. When the old lady Box picked her up, her whole body was purple from the cold, her lips were white, as if she was going to die the next moment. Like angry.

The old lady Box took a look, she was a beautiful little girl, she had black hair, and a pair of big black gemstone eyes, smiling sweetly at the old lady Box.

While teasing the baby in her arms, the old lady said, "What a beautiful little wizard, why are they so cruel that they don't want you?"

The old lady Box took the little baby girl to the Wizarding Account Management Office of the Ministry of Magic, and she decided to raise the little witch.

"First of all, Mrs. Box, are you sure you want to adopt this child?"

"Of course, my little Mia is so cute"

The little girl has recovered from the care of the old lady for the past few days, and she is no longer as purple as when the old lady picked it up.

The little baby girl nestled in the arms of the old Mrs. Box, spitting bubbles.

"It seems that you have already chosen a name, I need to check her age"

The old lady took out the note with the little baby girl and handed it to the person in charge.

"Artemia, born on January 1980.1.1, [-]"

The old lady hugged Mia and said angrily: "Yes, this is Merlin's beard left by the one who cruelly abandoned little Mia! I really don't understand how such a cruel person could abandon such a cute little witch! "But without those cruel parents, she wouldn't have such a cute little Mia, the old lady thought.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the little baby girl grew up like a spit. She is undoubtedly the most beautiful girl in Diagon Alley, except that she has never had a magic riot since she was a child.

Shortly after the old lady adopted Artemia, she received the pension of her son Mokin Pox who sacrificed for the war. She rented a small shop on the north side of Diagon Alley and ran a finished potion shop—Pokx Simo Pharmacy.

When Artemia was still young, the old lady was busy making potions while looking at her little granddaughter, the old lady always praised her without hesitation: "My little Mia is as obedient and sensible as Mo Jin. "

Artemia grew up slowly, and when she could run and jump, she helped her grandmother deliver the potions to the neighbors who ordered them. Everyone in Diagon Alley knew that there was a Pox family who never had a magic riot. Yes, a beautiful and sensible little girl, if it weren't for her potential to be a squib, probably no one would dislike her.

Artemia has long been used to the eyes of everyone, that is, the pitiful and pitiful eyes. Sometimes Artemia even hears the whispers of adults.

'What a pity that Pox kid is such a good-looking but a Squib'

'What's the use of being so good-looking, not a squib'

...

Artemia desperately hoped that she could receive a letter from Hogwarts.

On the day of her 1991th birthday in 11, she was looking forward to receiving a letter from Hogwarts, but she was nervous that if she did not receive the letter, she would never have the opportunity to deceive herself. She could only be someone who was not liked by everyone, Squibs that everyone hates.

Artemia wiped it back and forth with a small rag, and glanced at the door from time to time. When the last ray of sunlight was shrouded in darkness, a sturdy gray-brown owl flew into the Box potion shop with a letter in its mouth. , stopped on the table.

Artemia looked erratic, and carefully took the mail. It was a piece of yellowed kraft paper with green ink written on it—beside the desk of the Box Potion Store, received by Artemia Box.

The old lady was very excited, and soon the whole street knew that the little black-haired girl from the Box family was not a Squib, she had received a letter from Hogwarts, and she was a little witch with magical powers.

Dear Miss Box:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Attached are the required books and equipment

Semester is scheduled to start on September [-].

Vice-Chancellor

Sincerely Minerva McGonagall

...............

so?Artemia's eyes lit up, full of excitement: "I was really admitted?!"

"Oh, yes, yes, Merlin bless, my little Mia is a little witch." The old lady grabbed a handful of the best owl food in the store, and the owl quickly finished cutting and fluttered its wings. gone.

In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the first batch of freshly baked bread was baked in the nearby bakery, the old lady pulled Artemia out of the bed: "Mia, get up, get up and have breakfast, you are going to buy bread today." wand."

Artemia rubbed her eyes and got up in a daze. She was so excited last night. She just fell asleep at dawn. She squinted her eyes and walked slowly to the bathroom. A handful of cold water splashed on her face. After waking up, he quickly tidied up and went downstairs bouncing around.

"Good morning, grandma"

"Good morning, Mia, come and have breakfast"

The old lady urged her to finish her breakfast and threw her out to buy a wand, "Ollivander's wand is seven gold Galleons, and silver Sickles. On your way back, you pass by Florin's ice cream shop to buy ice cream, your favorite." vanilla ice cream”

Ollivander's Wand Shop is on the north side of Diagon Alley, and Box's Potion Shop happens to be two different locations.

Ollivander's wand shop was small, consisting of one table cluttered with clutter, and adjacent shelves with hundreds of boxes stacked almost to the ceiling.

"Good morning,...Miss Box"

As soon as Artemia pushed the door open, Ollivander appeared sliding his ladder, he had silver-white hair, and he looked older than her grandma.

She stood nervously in front of the wooden table: "Good morning, sir... I'm here to buy a wand."

"Of course, no one will come to see me, a bad old man." Ollivander blinked mockingly, "Then which hand is Miss Box used to?" He took out a long stick from his pocket. soft ruler.

"Right hand, sir."

The very soft ruler has been measured from the shoulder to the fingertips, from the wrist to the elbow, from the shoulder to the ground, from the knee to the armpit, and the whole head.

Artemia noticed that Ollivander had been looking at her face with a strange look, as if a little scared and a little bit regretful?

"Okay" the soft ruler returned to his pocket by itself

He looked at the stacks of small wooden boxes with trembling hands, "Yes," he climbed his ladder, "I remember every wand I sold, thirteen and a half inches, phoenix Feather, that's a very powerful wand, a very powerful wand..." He paused and pulled out a small box, "Here, twelve and two-quarter aspenwood phoenix feathers are not easy to bend."

Artemia took the wand and waved it, feeling a little shy, she asked Olinvander: "Then, whose wand is that?"

Ollivander didn't answer her question. He took the aspen wand back. "No, no, not this one."

Artemia didn't ask any more questions, maybe older people like to talk to themselves and say some weird things.

The silver-haired old man went to climb his ladder again: "Each of Ollivander's wands is unique, and the wand chooses the wizard."

He found another locket, looking at her with blue-gray eyes, "Choose a wand instead of a wizard, miss." He opened the locket, and there lay a pitch-black wand, "Spades, thirteen inches, dragon's nerve."

He paused and said hesitantly, "I'm good at spells, especially black magic..."

Artemis pursed her lips, and took it cautiously. Green smoke came out from the tip of the wand, but it disappeared quickly.

"No, no, no! No!" Ollivander frowned, he pondered for a moment, and murmured, "Maybe it's it."

Ollivander finally pulled out a box from the crack, and walked over slowly: "Try again, the twelve-inch feathers of the larch wood phoenix are not easy to bend."

When Artemia held the wand, the dazzling light lit up the whole room. At that moment, Artemia felt as if she had some connection with this reddish-brown wand, faintly, and left in an instant.

"Fantastic is amazing! A very rare wand," he looked at it as if it were his child, "it is always looking for its own ideal owner, I think it is the most suitable for you, when you really realize When you have the ability, you achieve each other, and it will become your invincible weapon," he breathed out, "then, seven Galleons, Miss Bosk."

Artemia quickly picked up her small purse, found out the money her grandmother gave her, counted them one by one and handed them to Ollivander, "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander"

Ollivander lowered his head and tidied his boxes. With a small spell, the messy shop became what it was when Artemia first entered.