[HP] The girl with black hair

Harry looked a little bad, especially his arm, where Professor Lockhart's misguided spell had knocked out a whole bone.

Madam Pomfrey made a big fuss about it.

Harry held his knotted arm, his green eyes full of innocence and desperation, and he felt like he'd been the victim of a disaster.

Artemia wanted to praise him, he was really not ordinary bold, he dared to let an idiot who can't even deal with a Cornish elf heal him, it was really not ordinary bold!

Draco did not forget his identity as a wounded man, and his hands never left his stomach.

But his ears were quietly pricked up, listening to Harry's movements.

Artemia turned her eyes away from Harry, and quietly blinked at Hermione who was looking at her, successfully reaping a friendly smile from the other party.

Then she noticed Ginny Weasley behind Hermione, she had the red hair that every Weasley had.

However, her face didn't look as rosy as her hair.

After Harry drank the potion that could grow bones, Madam Pomfrey drove away the Gryffindors who were still around Harry on the grounds that the patient needed to rest.

Draco's bed was closer to the door than Harry's. When Ginny walked past Draco's bed, she unconsciously glanced at Artemia, which was a bit weird.

Artemia stared at her back as she walked away quickly, wondering why people always looked at her with strange eyes.

At this time, a serious voice came from my ear: "Miss Box, you can go back too!"

Artemia looked back, and followed the sound, it was Madam Pomfrey, with her hands on her waist, and her eyes were sternly looking at her.

"Okay." Artemia just responded, and she was pushed down by Draco as soon as she got off the stool, his strength was not as strong as a wounded patient.

Madam Pomfrey looked at him in bewilderment, even Harry who was in the next bed turned around and stared quietly at this side.

Draco began to whine again, his voice sounded like something, at least Madam Pomfrey believed it.

Her tone suddenly became very gentle: "Mr. Malfoy, is there any pain for you?"

Draco gasped, and said weakly, "Madame Pomfrey, I'm really...in pain, and I need someone to take care of me."

"But..." Madam Pomfrey hesitated.

"Bobby."

It was Professor Dumbledore, the great white wizard who always loved all kinds of strange robes and tied his white beard like hair.

For example, today he is wearing a purple robe of stars, and there is also a ribbon in the shape of a bow on his beard.

His blue eyes are always looking at others through the half-moon-shaped frame, and his voice is kind and steady: "Bobby, tomorrow is Sunday, Hogwarts is closed, we have to meet the demands of the wounded, don't we?" ?” His eyes blinked mischievously.

Madam Pomfrey hesitated for a while, and finally agreed to the request. She arranged Artemia in the bed between Draco and Harry so that she could take care of the two at the same time.

But Artemia felt that the two of them could make the ceiling noisy. After Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey left, the whole medical wing was quiet for a moment, but Malfoy and Potter never had such friendly relations in their dictionary. Four words, the cause is Harry's arm.

Harry felt uncomfortable lying on the bed in his Quidditch robe, but he only had one normal arm and he had to pull the other fleshy arm out of his cuff first.

Draco looked at his difficult movements, and said provocatively: "Yo Ho Ho, Scarhead, you only have one arm."

Harry glared at Draco over Artemia in the middle: "Shut up! Malfoy!"

"Potter!" Draco almost broke his voice.

Artemia found out that whenever Draco met Harry, he would become angry several times faster than with others, and Harry was already in the second grade, and he still only said that sentence.

Artemia silently crawled to the middle bed, and she quickly fell asleep amidst the childish quarrel between the two. She was really sleep-deprived recently.

Draco keenly noticed that Artemia's breathing was slow and steady, and he remembered that she didn't know what she was doing recently, and she always came back before the curfew, and the beauty potion could hardly cover her dark circles!

He snorted coldly, turned around and changed the direction, he didn't stop because of someone!He just... Draco thought about it, he just didn't want to know Potter!

Harry was still a little dazed, why did he lie down all of a sudden?

He wasn't a masochist though, and Harry lay down too, and Madam Pomfrey said he needed to rest now.

...

When Artemia woke up, it was already late at night, and the childish boys on both sides fell asleep at some point.

Artemia didn't get up, she kept lying down, staring out the window in a daze.

The wind was stronger tonight than it was during the day, and the branches of the trees were shaken here and there. Dark clouds covered the entire sky, and the bright moonlight shone faintly through the cumulus clouds.

"Hiss" is so hungry.

Artemia suddenly came back to her senses and looked at the wall. Is it Sego?

"Hiss" I am also very hungry.

Two snakes swim through the pipes in the wall, discussing what to eat later.

Artemia was speechless for a while, she never knew that the snake had such a big appetite, and Sego cried hungry every day because of its size!Why can Herman, who is not as long as her legs, be hungry with Sego every time!

Artemia can only be thankful for having two such edible pets. Fortunately, these two snakes can find food by themselves, instead of buying various food like other pets!

She exhaled lightly, it's okay, otherwise, even if she was sold, she wouldn't be able to support those two carnivores with huge appetites!

Harry had a very bad experience today. He was aching from the pain of bone growth, and he heard a familiar voice from the wall. It was the creepy voice he heard in the Halloween hallway last time!

He turned over abruptly, put on his glasses with a trembling hand, and jumped out of the bed with his arm that could be tied with a bow tie dangling. He walked in the direction of the sound without any shoes on.

However, that voice soon disappeared again...

Harry walked back disappointed, his green eyes inadvertently turned to Artemia's bed, but he didn't expect it!He saw Artemia looking at him with open eyes!

Artemia looked at him blankly.

Harry rubbed his hair embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, Mia, I just heard some strange noises...I'm sorry...I didn't expect to wake you up..."

Artemia was stunned for a moment, and asked him: "What did you hear?" Harry!He's a Parseltongue? !

Harry was a little disappointed, Mia had the same reaction as Ron and Hermione, only he heard the voice, and he whispered: "I heard someone say hungry, maybe I heard it wrong." His black head It's almost down.

No!You heard that right!Merlin's beard!

Artemia thinks this is too unreal, even more unreal than knowing that she is a descendant of Slytherin from the basilisk!

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived was a Parseltongue! ! !Could he be one of her relatives?Artemia thought.

The sound of footsteps interrupted the silence between them, and the two pairs of terrified eyes looked at each other. Artemia quickly lay down on her side, and Harry also quickly crawled back to his bed. The two of them pretended to be asleep at the same time.

Several people came, Artemia did not open her eyes, she could only listen to the conversations of the professors with her ears.

"What's going on?" It was Madam Pomfrey, she still remembered that there were three little wizards here, her voice was very low.

"Another attack," said Dumbledore. "Mr. Creevey has only been petrified, Poppy."

Artemia's ears moved, petrified?Did that Creevey accidentally see Sego?

"His camera," asked Professor McGonagall, "has his camera caught anything?"

Dumbledore lowered his body and reached out to take the camera off Creevey's body.

Artemia only heard a 'bang' and a burning smell.

"What does that mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked worriedly.

After pondering for a long time, Dumbledore whispered, "It means that Hogwarts will no longer be safe. Just as we feared, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again, Minerva."

Before Dumbledore left, he glanced at the sleeping Artemia through the faint moonlight. The great white wizard was sure that this most suspicious little witch did not leave the medical wing for half a step tonight.

If it wasn't her, then who would it be?

The white-bearded wizard thought melancholy, is there another person?

When their footsteps faded away, Artemia quietly opened one eye.

One of her eyes met a pair of blue-gray pupils.

Draco, he woke up at some point.

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