[HP] The girl with black hair

Hogwarts is always a place where secrets cannot be hidden. Although the news of Creevey's petrification was suppressed by the professors, it still reached the ears of every student at a very fast speed. Sell ​​some amulets.

Artemia saw their transaction with her own eyes, and the girl rolled her eyes thoughtfully.

The student who sold the amulets noticed Artemia's gaze. He glanced at the Slytherin house emblem on the chests of their group, and turned away without interest.

The Slytherin students were not intimidated by the petrified time at all, they still ate breakfast as usual.

Gore thought that Millicent might have snatched Millicent's pudding yesterday, which caused Millicent to ignore him all day yesterday. He pushed the double pudding to Millicent today, in exchange for the girl's happy smile.

Artemia didn't pay attention to their movements, she gnawed on the toast in her hand carelessly.

In the new week of flying lessons, Slytherin and Gryffindor are still in class together.

Neville could get Mrs. Hooch's special attention in every class, because he would have some small accidents in almost every class, and Mrs. Hooch had to watch him personally, which made other students very relaxed.

Millicent left her little companion at Mrs. Hooch's whistle, and she took Goyle and Crabbe with her.

It was a rare day for Draco not to show off his Nimbus 2001, and his eyes were fixed on Artemia.

Artemia felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, "What are you doing?"

Draco held the broom in one hand, looked at her with gray blue eyes, "something has been wrong with you lately."

Artemia was stunned for a moment, she was surprised by the boy's sensitivity.

Draco looked at her and slowly extended his hand to her. He imitated his father's tone and drew a long tone, "You know my flying skills are good." It is more than enough to take two people.

Artemia looked at him suddenly changing the subject in confusion, her eyelashes fluttering: "And then?" Want me to praise you?

"I can give you this opportunity to fly you around. You must know that invitations from Malfoy are not common."

Artemia pursed her lips slightly.

Under the warm sunshine, the girl's hand was in the boy's.

Artemia has to admit that the school's constant sweep series should really be changed. Draco's Golden Gallon really has no white flowers. They are obviously broomsticks. The feeling of sitting up with the light wheel is really better than the constant sweep too much.

Artemia grabbed the boy's robe in front of her, looked happily at the grass below, and said loudly to the boy, "Draco, thank you."

Draco smiled triumphantly, and he grabbed the handle of the broom to make it stop, "Now you can say what the hell is wrong with you?"

Artemia lowered her head, the two of them were sitting too close, and as soon as she lowered her head, her head touched Draco's shoulder.

Draco's face turned red immediately, fortunately he turned his back, the girl couldn't see his face at all, after a long time, he heard the girl's voice in the air, "You know what's going on in the secret room?" What is the monster?"

Draco turned his head to look at the girl with difficulty, his eyes were full of doubts, "What?"

The distance between the two of them got closer, and Artemia could even see his eyelashes clearly. His eyelashes were long and curled, and they were blinking.

The girl's dark eyes met the boy's blue-gray eyes, and she whispered to him, "Do you want to know?"

Draco's face was red to his ears, it was so cold tomorrow, but he felt that he was about to sweat, he nodded blankly.

At this time, a mocking whistle reached the ears of the two people, it was Zabini, he didn't know what flew here.

Artemia narrowed her eyes and looked at Zabini dangerously.

Zabini didn't notice the danger at all, he looked at Draco with peach eyes, and said jokingly: "No wonder you don't want my advice, Draco."

Artemia looked at the boy beside her in confusion.

Draco felt the sight around him. Although the cold wind was blowing, he felt hotter. He understood that Zabini had misunderstood, but he had no intention of explaining. Ni Leng said, "Come on, Blaise."

Zabini shrugged, he adjusted his direction, and was about to leave, but Artemia stopped him, "Did you hear anything?"

Artemia's left hand grabbed Draco's arm to block the movement of her right hand from rubbing his wand, and she looked around in the emptiness, not sure how sure she could be if Zabini had heard something curse.

Zabini hooked the corners of his lips, "I'm not interested in listening to your conversation." After he finished speaking, he grabbed the broom handle and swooped down.

The two were so close, Draco could clearly feel the girl's movement, "Don't worry, our voice is very low, Blaise can't hear it."

Artemia retracted her wand with her right hand, and her hands changed back to grabbing Draco's robe, "What did he say to teach you just now?"

Draco coughed lightly, and he regretted that the girl withdrew her hand, "It's nothing."

Artemia looked at him incredulously.

The boy's ears were red, and his hands clenched the broom handle unnaturally.

Artemia patted his shoulder lightly, letting go of the subject, "Go down, I'll take you to see it tonight, but don't be scared." The girl's voice was still smiling when she said it at the end.

Draco could feel that she was in a much better mood, but he still snorted coldly, "How can Malfoy be scared."

Millicent felt that she must have missed something, her eyes flicked back and forth between Artemia and Draco.

Draco felt her gaze, and gave her a hard look, "What are you looking at, you..." He swallowed the word 'troll' in Artemia's sight, and he put his hand on Strawberry jam pushed it to Artemia's eyes irritably.

Goyle looked left and right, and he sat forward a little, blocking Draco's view.

Draco frowned, looking at him puzzled, and Crabbe was equally puzzled.

All of this was seen by Zabini not far away. He looked at Crabbe with his mouth full of food, and he looked away after clicking twice.

After lunch, Artemia went back to the dormitory alone. She took out the diary from the drawer and said in a low voice, "Let me in, Tom."

The next moment Artemia saw a familiar place and a familiar shadow, she said: "Crivi was petrified and spread everywhere."

Tom nodded. He wasn't surprised at all. It was only strange that it was kept secret.

"I promised Draco to take him to Sego."

The young father paused, and he opened his mouth slowly: "He?"

Artemia nodded.

Tom's voice suddenly became serious: "Which company?"

Artemia thought he was worried, and she kept saying, "Malfoy's, he won't tell the truth, Tom."

"It's the father." Tom corrected her, "The Malfoy family is Abu's grandson?"

Artemia nodded.

The young father looked at his daughter and began to recall the past, "Although the Malfoy family is very cunning, they have to admit that they are very sensible."

Artemia thought back to Draco, and she felt that he did not fit the words cunning and time-consciousness at all.

Tom let down his guard when he knew it was the Malfoy boy, the son of a cunning and heartfelt servant, and he didn't object to his daughter's decision, "Whatever, but you have to learn this first." He took out a scroll.

Artemia took it in doubt, "The Disillusionment Curse? Why should I learn this?"

The young father lamented his daughter's ignorance of the surroundings in his heart, "The castle is full of Dumbledore's eyeliner, your every move is in front of his eyes, he must have been watching you for a long time." He looked at his daughter. The face related to him, sighed deeply.

Artemia frowned, she felt a little scared, and said hesitantly: "I have gone to the Forbidden Forest to find Sego more than once."

"It's okay, his hand hasn't stretched that far yet, and he can't control the Forbidden Forest." Tom said indifferently, "but I can't stay here for a long time."

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm going to meet someone, Harry Potter, but before that, I still need Ginny's power. She is a very useful tool."

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