[HP] The girl with black hair

"You are all staying in school." Millicent's resentful eyes fell on each of them, "You are all staying in school, and I am the only one who took the train home alone, and came back alone."

Artemia glanced at Draco quietly.

The corner of the boy's mouth, which had nothing to do with himself, raised slightly, without any sympathy.

Millicent said with a mournful face, "It must be too late for me to write now."

Goyle hesitated, then pushed his own snack and Crabbe's along.

Um?Crabbe was munching on the little cake, and watched his little desserts leave him. "Mine!"

Gore quickly held him down, "It's all for you."

Millicent looked left and right, quickly stretched out his hands and put them in front of him, and said aggressively, "Then you have to give me some every day."

"No..." Crabbe just made a voice of refusal, but Goyle covered his mouth again.

"it is good."

not good!Crabbe stared.

That night, Artemia entered the diary again, because her father, who was only 16 years old, requested that his original words were ironic, and Artemia did not want to recall them.

'Bang' Artemia was slammed on the carpet again, and the only thing she was happy about at this time was that the space in the diary was exactly like the Slytherin lounge, and the carpet in the lounge Also soft enough.

Tom in the form of a shadow floated above Artemia, and said dissatisfiedly: "You are too weak, you know that I can skillfully use the spell of silent and wand at your age."

Artemia buried her face in the carpet, and whispered to him: "You are so powerful, you have become like this."

Tom froze for a moment, and wanted to grab the bold girl viciously, but his hand passed through the girl's body, and nothing happened except to bring some cold air to her.

Mr. Riddle, who only has the memory of 16 years old, can guarantee that even if he has no memory after the age of 16!He can also clearly know that no one dares to talk to him like that!If not for this girl is his daughter!He can guarantee it!He will definitely give her an Avada without hesitation!

The angry father ruthlessly threw a long string of parchment at the daughter whose face was still buried on the carpet, "Learn it, I will check."

Artemia moved her head slightly, and slowly picked up the paper that fell on her body. She glanced at it, her eyes widened, and her voice rose involuntarily: "Unforgivable Curse! Why should I learn this!"

"Voldemort's daughter, how could she not have the Unforgivable Curse."

The corners of Artemia's mouth twitched, who stipulated that Voldemort's daughter must learn the Unforgivable Curse, she remembered the previous book of spells written by Mr. Riddle himself, "But the one you gave me before It's not over yet."

Tom waved his hand. He has slowly accepted the fact that his daughter is not as smart as him: "I hope that after I have a body, you will have mastered it proficiently." You must know that no one can get his personal guidance.

Artemia looked at Tom's handwritten spell and heard his order: "Send me to Ginny as soon as possible before Dumbledore finds you."

The girl took a deep look at the black shadow, and then said hoarsely, "Okay."

The next morning, a new notice was posted in the auditorium, Goyle and Crabbe squeezed their way through the crowd, Artemia and Millicent followed behind Draco.

"Fight Club?" Draco stood between Goyle and Crabbe with his arms folded. He turned to the girl behind him, "Are you going?"

Artemia glanced at the notice, which only wrote the time and place, but not the professor who taught the class. She asked Millicent behind, "Are you going?"

Millicent nodded under Draco's sight: "Let's go together."

At eight o'clock that night, they arrived at the auditorium on time. When they arrived, the long stage had replaced the usual long tables.

Students from various colleges excitedly stood under the stage, and Gore and Crabbe once again made room for their group.

Millicent stood on Artemia's right side, and Goyle stood on her right side. She held Artemia's arm and said excitedly, "Who is the professor?"

"I don't know." Artemia shook her head, "As long as it's not Professor Lockhart."

Draco snorted coldly: "That idiot came up to humiliate himself."

Then they saw familiar figures, one was Professor Lockhart who was running in a gorgeous long-distance running, and walking behind him was Professor Snape who was still wearing a black robe.

Professor Lockhart strode across the stage, his robes billowing behind him.

The girls who liked him squealed with excitement.

Artemia was incredulous: "Is it the real him?"

Draco twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, "He just came up to make a joke." He looked at Professor Snape behind him, and said excitedly, "I hope Professor Snape can teach him a hard lesson."

Lockhart showed his standard smile, raised his hand to signal the students to be quiet, and called, "Can you see me? Can you all hear me? Very good."

"In view of the dark events that have occurred in the past few weeks, Professor Dumbledore has specifically allowed me to open this fighting club, and take the opportunity to train you in case you need to defend yourself, just like me. For detailed details, you can find it in Check it out in my book."

Artemia and Draco looked at each other, seeing the same look in each other's eyes.

"Let me introduce my assistant?" Lockhart stretched out his hand in the opposite direction, "Professor Snape, he generously promised me some help. I don't want you young people to worry. After the demonstration, I will send you The Potions Master will return it to you in its entirety, don't be afraid."

After Lockhart finished speaking, he blinked his eyes again, successfully reaping the screams of the girls.

Professor Snape came up with a sullen face, his mouth tightly pressed together.

Professor Snape and Professor Lockhart raised their wands and bowed to each other, then they walked to each other, and they raised their wands high.

Professor Lockhart counted slowly "one...two...three."

When he was on the count of three, Professor Snape said the incantation very slowly: "Disarms you."

A burst of red light emanated from his wand and hit Professor Lockhart, who flew out with an "ah!" and fell to the floor with a 'bang'.

Artemia laughed outright, and Draco couldn't be happier, he said sarcastically, "What an idiot."

The Slytherins all laughed "hahaha", but Goyle and Crabbe laughed the loudest.

Professor Lockhart lay on the floor in a daze for a moment, then quickly got up again, he was still talking big words: "The demonstration is very good, Professor Snape, but with all due respect, your intentions are too obvious, I It's easy to dodge."

Professor Snape watched, his already gloomy face looked even more terrifying, but his voice was still as low as a cello: "I think we should teach students how to resist curses first, Professor."

Lockhart also sensed the danger, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly nervously.

In exchange for a mocking smile from Professor Snape.

"That's a very good proposition, Professor Snape."

Lockhart turned around and looked around, his eyes fell on Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor team: "Potter, Weasley, you two come up."

Professor Snape interrupted him indifferently: "Weasley's wand will fail to practice the simplest spells. If he hurts Potter, we have to send him to the medical wing. Please allow me to recommend our hospital." s student."

Professor Snape didn't wait for Professor Lockhart's answer: "Malfoy? Can you?" He turned and pointed to Draco behind him after speaking.

Draco looked at Artemia with a smug face, stepped on the high platform with a kick of his legs, and at the same time drew out the wand in the lining pocket.

Artemia glanced at the position of the high platform in front of her and clicked her tongue. Draco's legs are really long.

Draco walked over triumphantly, he had already thought of what spell he was going to use to defeat the scarred head.

"Are you scared, Potter?"

"dream."

The two turned their backs to each other just like the professors did, walked to opposite positions, and raised their wands at the same time.

Professor Lockhart was still counting there: "I'll count to three and disarm the opponent. I can only disarm the opponent. I don't want anything to happen. One, two."

Draco had already started on the count of two, and his spell knocked the unsuspecting Harry down, flying like Professor Lockhart.

Draco looked proudly at the fallen Harry, and smiled at Artemia on the left.

Artemia clapped like a sea lion, Millicent saw her clapping and clapped too, and then the whole Slytherin clapped for their blond boy.

Draco was even more proud, he raised his chin proudly.

Then he was knocked down by Harry's spell, and he was spinning in the air.

Artemia once again lamented that Draco's legs are really long, everyone else is lying on the upper body, but he is the only one who is on the ground.

Draco was lifted by Professor Snape by the collar, and then his wand flew out of a snake following his spell.

The snake suddenly appeared and was smashed on the stage. It was still a little dazed, and it "hissed" and swam forward, spitting out the snake letter.

Draco reacted when he saw the snake flying out, and he looked back to Artemia on the left.

"Stay still, Potter, I'll help you get rid of it." Professor Snape came out from behind Draco.

"Let me do it!" Professor Lockhart also came out from behind Harry. He waved his wand at the black snake, but the snake didn't disappear with his spell.

The black snake was suddenly thrown to this place, was thrown high again, and fell down again. It was very angry, and it made a "hiss hiss" sound angrily.

He swam straight ahead of him, a Hufflepuff student, jumping upright, ready to attack the student.

In the silence, Harry stepped forward and said to the black snake, "Leave him."

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence, and everyone looked at Harry in the middle with complicated eyes.

Draco turned suddenly to look at Artemia.

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I drew a picture for a day today, I wrote it a little late, and I wrote it a little late (sad)