[HP] The girl with black hair

"Not you?" Draco was surprised, "Is there a Parseltongue?"

Artemia nodded, there is indeed one more, to be precise, there are more than one.

Draco was still surprised, is Parseltongue so common?He tried his best to control his expression, to avoid looking like a Muggle who had never seen the world.

The boy nodded reservedly: "Then do you know who it is?"

You know, one of them is still your deadly enemy.Artemia complained in her heart, but her face was still blank: "I don't know."

Draco believed it, and he nodded knowingly: "Then what are we going to do next?" His tone was very excited, "Looking for a hemp seed?"

Artemia shook her head under his expectant eyes: "It's killing a rooster."

"What?" Draco thought for a moment that something was wrong with his ears, and turned his head to confirm: "Kill the rooster?"

Sego headed to Herman and swam to Hagrid's hut first.

Artemia hummed, and pulled Draco forward: "I don't know where Hagrid's cocks come from, they are there every day."

The boy stared at the grasped hand and his ear turned red, and coughed lightly: "So you've been here before? Killing chickens?"

Artemia nodded, she was really desperate.

In the silent Forbidden Forest, there was only the rustling sound of Sego's snake tail and two shallow footsteps. They walked all the way to Hagrid's hut. The light in the stone hut was turned off at the moment. Maybe that giant is here right now. Inside, at this moment, he was waiting for the cock-stealer to come and throw himself into the trap.

Draco crouched behind the pile of pumpkins, poked his head over the cock in the fence, he hesitated, it wasn't too flamboyant, if his dad knew he was catching a cock, he would be screwed!

Artemia scrambled on the pumpkin, she already had experience: "Saigo, bear with me, I will lure Hagrid and Fang out first."

Sego hissed twice, rubbing his huge head against the girl's back.

Artemia picked up the stone at her feet and threw it in the direction of the rooster.

"Cuckoo!!!!" The roosters ran around in fright, and the roosters flapped their wings trying to escape from the fence that imprisoned them.

Along with the crowing of the rooster came the barking of dogs.

Herman swam out quickly, swimming towards the opposite direction of the pumpkin pile.

Hagrid's wooden door swung open, and Hagrid stood at the door holding his huge shotgun. Fang ran out from his legs, yelling "Wow!", and stepped on all fours towards Herman. ran in the direction.

Hagrid strode after him with the shotgun in his hand, cursing as he ran, "I'm sure it's that black-hearted thief again! I must catch him today!"

Draco poked his head out from the pumpkin pile to look at Hagrid's back, and said sarcastically, "What an idiot, it's definitely not the first time you've used this trick." Look at the speed at which Herman swam out. Make noise, and that idiot can still fall for it again.

Sego didn't care if the hairy giant was stupid or not, he swam quickly towards his food, skillfully taking one bite at a time.

Draco frowned, turning his head in disbelief.

Artemia patted the dust on the corner of her robe as usual, and urged the big snake who was eating happily: "Saigo, eat quickly, Hagrid will be back soon."

The tip of the giant snake's tail patted the ground lightly, speeding up its feeding, he killed the last rooster, turned around and returned to Artemia's side with it in its mouth.

Draco frowned, and distanced himself from Sego, who smelled of blood.

Artemia deftly cleaned the blood-stained scales with a new one. Thanks to the two snakes, she was so proficient at this spell that she didn't even need a wand.

Sego waited for the scales on his body to be washed clean before turning around and swimming into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Draco stared down at his moving snake body, and asked suspiciously, "Where is he going?"

"I'm going to find Herman." Artemia said while reaching out to the boy beside her.

"What?" Draco stared at her palm in confusion.

"Go back."

The cold wind blows through the night.

Draco shuddered when he was blowing, he quickly put his hand on it and clenched it tightly.

Artemia looked at him with some doubts, why are you holding it tightly?

Draco rolled his eyes: let's go.

Artemia curled her lips, and the next moment, the familiar feeling filled her body again, and the two figures could no longer be seen in place.

The two walked slowly towards the castle hand in hand.

Draco felt itchy, "Have you ever been to the Chamber of Secrets?"

"No."

"Do you want to go?"

Artemia instantly understood, "You want to go."

His thoughts were exposed, Draco coughed lightly, and said firmly: "I'm a Slytherin, I want to see the Chamber of Secrets!"

Artemia was speechless: "Yes."

Draco thought she agreed, and excitedly decided on the time: "How about tomorrow? Tomorrow is a bit tight, the day after tomorrow."

"... "

Draco glanced at her, although he couldn't see the person next to him, he squeezed her hand: "Why don't you talk."

"Wait for a day when there are fewer people." She didn't forget that Tom said that the castle was full of Dumbledore's eyeliner.

Draco thought for a while: "It's okay." He was calculating in his mind which day there would be fewer people, "It's Christmas, the Slytherins have gone back for Christmas, there are definitely fewer people."

The girl wondered: "Does your father allow you not to go home for Christmas?"

Draco was stunned for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Then I'll write to ask first?"

The sound of kicking footsteps came into their ears along with a hoarse voice, "Let me see which student ran out of bed disobediently."

It's Filch!

The two people squeezed their hands tightly and looked at each other together, although they couldn't see each other now.

Filch's face looked horrifying through the oil lamp in the dark corridor, not to mention that he has become crazy because of his cat recently, and he hopes to find the murderer every day, so he patrols Huo frequently every night. Every corner of Gwartz.

Filch held the oil lamp, squinting his eyes and never missed every spot.

And right under his nose, two little wizards passed him quietly.

It wasn't until they were far away that Draco heaved a sigh of relief and sarcastically said, "This squib, who can he catch?"

Artemia said nothing, and Filch was pretty poor, she thought, with only one cat for company in the whole school.

The two of them quietly returned to the cellar all the way, and it was past zero at that time.

Draco heard Zabini's voice as soon as he opened the bedroom door, he frowned, he didn't know that Zabini was still snoring while sleeping.

Draco sat at his desk wondering what to write to his father, what to say about why he wouldn't be home for Christmas.

The boy worriedly grabbed several strands of hair, threw away several pieces of waste paper, and his letter was not finished yet, so the boy threw the quill back into the ink bottle in frustration.

After a long time, Draco suddenly remembered something, he picked up the quill again, lowered his head and wrote a piece of paper, but it was not for his father, but a string of shopping lists.

In the end, Draco didn't write a letter to his father, but that turned around the next day.

The Malfoy's golden eagle brought Draco a letter from his father and sweets made by his mother.

Draco divided the candy first as usual, and he handed most of the candy to Artemia.

Artemia also liked the candy made by Mrs. Malfoy, especially the peach flavored one. She opened one and stuffed it into her mouth, and continued to open the next one.

Draco was casually scanning his father's letter, until the end of the reading, he sat up straight and read it carefully several times, his father wrote: Finally, I regret to inform you that because of some business Thing, I have to spend this Christmas with your mother in France, I sincerely hope you still have time to sign your name on the Christmas detention list.

Just at this time, Prefect Farley came over, holding a piece of paper in her hand: "List of detentions, does anyone of you want to stay in school?"

Artemia glanced at Draco who was still reading the letter: "Draco, are you staying in school?"

"Why would he stay in school, the Malfoy family has a dance every Christmas." Millison continued, "Prefect, we don't stay in school."

Prefect Farley nodded, planning to move on and ask the first-year students.

"I stay in school."

Prefect Farley looked along the voice, is it Malfoy?

Draco took the list in front of other people's eyes, and scribbled on his name and Artemia's name.

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other and wrote their names after Draco finished.

Millicent stared at them blankly, she looked at the list with her head, and turned to look at Artemia: "Mia, why don't you stay in school!"

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Draco and Artemia

gower and millicon

Crabbe: ? ? ?Pick up the beaver leaving a fat and lonely back