[HP] The girl with black hair

When Artemia came out of Ollivander's wand shop, Diagon Alley was already full of people.

She was the second customer at Florin's today, she thought, because there was only a little boy in front of her, and that little boy was as tall as her, and Artemia could only see his platinum hair from behind, but I don't know how much hair-fixing agent he put on his hair, look at the gust of wind, her hair was blown up, and his hair was still motionless.

"Vanilla ice cream," said the blond boy, and he began to dig into his pockets.

"Two silver Sickles."

Artemia watched him take out several times, but nothing came out. She guessed that the little boy didn't bring any money. Artemia's little head came out from behind him, and she held two silver coins for ice cream in her hand. Can: "Uncle Florin, I want a vanilla one too."

The owner of the ice cream shop was a middle-aged man with bushy hair. He winked at her mischievously and took the silver Sickle from her hand.

The blond boy turned his head and coughed softly: "I remember someone with money, I mean my dad gave me money." Let him know who dared to steal a Malfoy's purse, he must let his dad Send him to Azkaban!

Artemia blinked, the little boy had a very fair and delicate face, she said: "I know, sometimes there are some bad guys in Diagon Alley." After all, this little boy has me written all over his face. With Gold Gallon, who else would he steal, Artemia thought.

The little boy raised his chin: "Malfoy" His expression looked extremely proud, "My name is Draco Malfoy, what about you?"

Malfoy, Artemia knows this family, his father, Big Malfoy, is often on the cover of the "Daily Prophet", "Pox, Artemia Pox."

Artemia took the vanilla ice cream from Uncle Florin and handed one to Draco.

She pointed to a small shop on the south side of the street and said, "That potion shop belongs to my family. Two Sickles in silver. I think you're not short of money."

Draco was stunned, took out a magic crystal ball angrily, and said arrogantly: "Of course, Malfoy is never short of money! My father bought this for me, it's worth dozens of Galleons, here it is for you "

Artemia looked at the crystal ball, it was an enchanted crystal ball with a large grass field inside, and a little boy was flying in the air on a broomstick, she blinked unmoved.

"But then I still have to go to the second-hand store. I don't like that old man."

"You!" Draco was angry, "You actually want to sell him!" He snorted coldly and walked away aggressively.

Artemia didn't see him for a few days after that. Artemia sat on the stool in the store, dragging her face, thinking that her Yinsiq might not be able to come back. If she had known, she wouldn't have helped him. That Malfoy kid.

On the second day after thinking this way, a customer and a little house-elf walked into the Box Potions Shop. He had big ears and a long nose, was wrinkled all over his body, and was wearing a tattered long cloth. A few meters behind him stood the little platinum-blonde Malfoy, who looked at the small shop with disgust.

"Dobby, Master asked Dobby to bring the money to Miss Box." There were a few Galleons spread out in his long hands. He was very short, only half the height of this table.

"Wait a minute," Artemia leaned out and took one of the gold Galleons in his hand, then opened the drawer, counted fifteen silver Siqs from it, and put them back into Dobby's hand.

Bibi held a hand of coins: "But, Master Malfoy said..."

"Dobby! You stupid bastard! Go away!" Draco yelled at him angrily, turned around and walked away with his robe billowing.

Dobby was chasing after him with his thin, thin legs, holding a handful of Silver Thicks.

For a few months after that, Artemia lay prone on that high table while reading a book and looking at the store.

A pungent smell of garlic drifted into the nostrils of Artemia, who was reading a book tirelessly. She looked up and saw a man wearing a purple turban. The smell of garlic came from the bag. from the hood that covered his head.

Merlin's socks! "Excuse me, sir, what do you need?" Artemia's crazy restraint did not allow herself to pinch her nose rudely in front of a customer.

"en... pacifier... I need a bottle of pacifier..."

When Artemia turned her back to look for the medicine that the guest needed on the shelf, the guest turned around strangely and pointed the back of his head at her.

Perhaps he was admiring the scenery?What a strange guest, Artemia who turned around thought so, she said to him politely: "Sir, the palliative you need, three gold Galleons"

He turned his head reluctantly, took the transparent glass bottle cautiously, took out three Galleons and put them on the table, his eyes swept to the open book, "Then... I hope we will meet next time"

next time?Artemia thought silently, she hoped that this strange guest could give herself a good wash, especially the headscarf, it really smells so bad!

Every week after that, he would step into this small shop to buy a bottle of palliative with a smell of garlic on his head. Gradually, after a few times, Artemia knew the man's name, Professor Quirinus Quirrell, he Says he'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts next school year.

If this professor Quirrell didn't often point the back of his head at her, she thought she was really a good professor, and he would sometimes instruct her on spells that she couldn't understand, although at that time his voice would It's become a little strange.

Generally speaking, she still likes this professor who can bring her Gallon and teach her some magic. If he doesn't smell like garlic, she thinks she will like him even more.

Time flew by and it was August in the blink of an eye.

In the past few months, she has grown a few inches taller, so she has to go to Madam Malkin's robe shop to order her robe again, but!if!she!She knew that today she would run into that arrogant little Malfoy from the Malfoy family again!must!Will stagger the time! ! !Listen to what he said!

"Pockus, you actually received an admission letter from Hogwarts. I thought you were going to stay in that little shop for the rest of your life." He said sarcastically.

"Oh, it's a pity that I received it in January, don't you know, Malfoy." Artemia stood on the small table and let the ruler measure her body, she replied perfunctorily with her chin up and spraying Blonde boy with poison.

Draco sat on the stool and tore off the ruler that was still trying to take advantage of him, he stretched out his voice, imitating his father's tone: "You! With your poor magic power, you are as good as a Squib There is no difference, I think you can only be a Hufflepuff!"

The little boy who had just entered looked at them in bewilderment.

Artemia ignored Draco's words and rolled her eyes secretly. She turned to look at the little boy. He was wearing an ill-fitting dress, and through his broken glasses, he had a pair of beautiful and bright eyes. His green eyes are like green gemstones, and he has the same black hair as hers. Artemia has a good feeling for this restrained boy: "Are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Y...Yes." He said nervously.

Draco frowned and looked at him, he raised his chin and asked him, "So, are your parents the same as ours?"

"Yes, they are wizards too." The boy gained some courage when he mentioned his father and mother, and he was not as nervous as before.

The corner of Draco's mouth curled slightly, and his attitude was better than before: "Have you ever played Quidditch?"

The boy replied softly: "No."

"And do you have a broomstick?"

"No" Boy Feels Stupid

Draco wanted to say something more, Artemia interrupted him, she pointed to the outside window, where a giant stood: "What is that, he is so tall"

The dark-haired boy happily answered her question: "He's Hagrid, and he works for Hogwarts."

Artemia exclaimed: "Wow!"

Harry scratched his hair shyly.

Draco let out a cold sneer, and sent out a new wave of ridicule: "My father used to be him, a dirty half-breed, living in a small house, if Dumbledore hadn't taken him in, I'm sure he would have lived alone There is no place!"

The black-haired boy gave Draco a hard look: "I think he's fine!" He hated the bad-mouthed blond boy more and more.

Just as Draco was about to say something, Madam Malkin came over: "Mr. Mafu, your robe is ready."

"Well, I think we'll see you soon." He turned his head to look like Artemia: "I wish I'd see you at Hufflepuff's long table, Pox."

His tone almost didn't call her an idiot!Artemia narrowed her eyes and retorted, "You better hope you don't see me at the Slytherin table!"

Draco snorted, obviously he thought it was impossible, the possibility was even lower than a Malfoy being classified as Gryffindor!

When Draco left, Artemia said angrily to the little black-haired boy, "He's such a bad boy, it's a pity for his little face, don't pay attention to what he said, he just said that I would be a Hero And Chippa," she paused, "although Hufflepuff is okay, at least he represents integrity and loyalty, and I heard that it is quite close to the kitchen."

She winked mischievously at the boy, and stretched out her hand: "My name is Artemia Box, you can call me Mia, that's what my grandmother called me, how about you?"

"Mia?" The little boy nervously wiped the sweat from his palms on his trousers, and he stretched out to hold the hand that seemed to be reaching out to him, and he smiled happily, "Harry, my name is Harry .Potter, you can call me Harry too."

"Merlin's beard!" Artemia rolled her round eyes, and she winked at Harry: "I dare say Malfoy will regret it, it's that stinky blond boy just now."

Harry pushed back his battered glasses, a little shyly, but agreed: "Yeah, he's really... um..." He phrased, "Not very friendly."

"Not very friendly? Okay." Artemia clicked her tongue twice, looked at Harry's glasses, the lenses were torn apart but insisted on keeping them in the frame, she asked her new friend, maybe a friend, they all exchanged lessons It should be regarded as a friend, "Your glasses are broken, I know a spell that may help you."

Her new friend was surprisingly talkative, "Really? Of course." He straightened up.

Artemia squinted her eyes happily. She took out her wand from her pocket and pointed it at Harry's glasses: "It's back to normal."

A ray of light came from Artemia's wand and hit his glasses, and the spider webs on his glasses disappeared. Harry took the glasses off his nose in surprise, and put them on again in surprise: "This Really amazing! Thank you, Mia."

Artemia was very happy, she replied with a smile: "You're welcome."

The author has something to say:

en...

My Pottermore test is Snake House,

But the wand and Patronus always feel like a little badger in snake skin [thinking face]