[HP] The girl with black hair

Artemia saw Draco waiting there in the Slytherin lounge. He was wearing a black suit today with a bow tie around his neck. The stiff suit made him look handsome and elegant. type.

Draco also caught sight of the girl coming down from the corner, and a trace of surprise flashed across his gray-blue eyes.

The boy walked up to the girl with graceful steps, and handed out a dark green gift box tied with a silver ribbon, "Merry Christmas, Mia, this dress suits you very well."

"It was given to me by Millicent. It's very beautiful." Artemia scratched the end of her hair, and also handed out the gift she held behind her, "Merry Christmas, Draco."

Draco paused for a moment, he suddenly felt that this dress was not so good-looking anymore, maybe he could give her a better-looking dress that was more in line with Malfoy's aesthetics at the prom next year, thinking so, he shook the gift box, "What is it?" If she dared to give him the hair care potion like last year!She is dead!

Artemia hesitated, "You have to know, I don't have much money."

The blond boy narrowed his eyes dangerously, "So?" If it's really a hair care potion!He will break with her!pay!

"So, it's a sweater." Artemia couldn't help but lamented the wonder of magic, as long as a small spell, everything can be done by itself.

Draco froze for a moment, and untied the ribbon on the box. Inside was a dark green long-sleeved sweater with a small silver snake embroidered on it, and his initials were written on the cuff.

Draco raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and the next moment he pretended to raise his hand against his mouth and cough lightly, dragging his long tone: "So-so, for the sake of making it with your own hands, I will wear it." He looked Glancing at the gift box in her hand, "I hope to see you wear it too."

A few Slytherins who stayed at school came down one after another, and their eyes fell on Artemia in full dress. Millicent's aesthetics was really good, and this long dress almost made Artemia's The advantages are all reflected.

Artemia finally changed back to the plain robe she usually wears before Christmas dinner, but she put on the black gemstone necklace of the same color as her eyes that Draco gave her, and successfully got Draco's satisfied smile .

The Christmas hall was beautifully decorated. A Christmas tree tens of meters long was placed right in front of the auditorium, covered with frost, various bells, and colored balls. The ceiling of the auditorium was also covered with snow. By magic, large flakes of snowflakes fell from above.

Draco looked sideways at Artemia who looked surprised, and said involuntarily: "I can invite you to Malfoy Manor next Christmas, you know my house is much prettier than this, and I have raised several White Peacock."

Artemia turned her head to look at him with a bright smile: "Okay, Draco."

Goyle and Crabbe gnawed on the turkey leg and looked around at the two people in front of them. They didn't dare to say that Draco's white peacock was pecking people. They were pecked hard last time. Now thinking about it, it still hurts a bit.

Artemia managed to hold herself up after eating the whole plate of prosciutto, and burped very inelegantly.

Draco frowned and poured her a glass of lemonade, the disgust in his eyes was self-evident.

Artemia held the cup and looked at Goyle and Crabbe, who were still eating dessert after the roast turkey, and expressed deep admiration.

At this time, the Christmas dinner was drawing to a close, and students left the auditorium one after another.

Draco didn't want to wait for Goyle and Crabbe who wanted to eat more, and Artemia just had to go back to feed the cat, so the two left the auditorium together.

Hermione left the Gryffindor table alone after they left, leaving two small cakes with toppings for her best friends.

The beaver was lying in its den, waiting for the temporary, incompetent excrement shovel officer. Its belly made a "gurgling" sound, and it flicked its tail sleepily.

A sound of footsteps reached its ears, and the beaver shook his ears. He raised his head and looked at the wooden door in the distance. With the sound of footsteps getting closer, the big fat cat rushed out of his The nest, when the door was opened, the beaver swooped on it.

As soon as Artemia opened the door, she saw a shadow rushing towards her, and she quickly reached out to catch the big fat cat with long fur, and stroked its big round face, "Is the beaver hungry? "

Her stomach grunts and the beaver's disgruntled "meow" answered her.

Artemia smiled mischievously, raised her hand to close the door, took out her cat food, and added the amount Millicent told her to its small rice bowl.

Seeing the food, the beaver stopped wagging its tail at her, and quickly jumped to the ground, and began to eat with a wheeze.

Draco went back to the dormitory and changed his clothes, and put on the sweater with his name on it. The young master was changing while thinking, that silly girl was already wearing the necklace he gave her, if he didn't wear the clothes she made, she would It was time to cry, and he, a magnanimous and gentlemanly Malfoy, of course had to grant her wish.

After changing his clothes, he slowly returned to the lounge, but before he could wait for the girl, he was greeted by Goyle and Crabbe, who were pushing and shoving, and an unfamiliar Slytherin girl. Brought in by a Slytherin senior.

Draco frowned and put down the newspaper, "You don't just come back from eating and drinking in the lobby." He glanced at the girl standing with them again, and his eyebrows frowned deeper: "Who is she?"

Goyle and Crabbe stared stiffly at the girl beside them.

"Puri, Puli Bock." She said nervously.

When Draco heard her last name, his complexion improved a little. He didn't care about this unfamiliar Slytherin. He looked at Goyle and Crabbe who were still standing stiffly, and his eyebrows frowned again. "Sit down, what's the matter with you?"

"No...it's nothing, I've eaten too much." Goyle stammered, he pulled Crabbe to sit on the sofa opposite Draco, and Prie found a chair with its back facing Draco and sat down, She opened the book in front of her, pretending that she was reading, but she listened carefully to the movement behind her.

Draco glanced at them coldly, he exposed his sweater, but Goyle and Crabbe didn't understand his intention at all, he asked them hesitantly, "Does it look good?"

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes. They hesitated and praised: "It looks good?"

Although Draco was dissatisfied with the questioning tone behind them, he still curled the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, and asked them again: "What did Mia give you?"

Goyle and Crabbe couldn't figure out how they knew what Mia gave Goyle and Crabbe.

Goyle looked hesitantly at Draco with his arm resting on the back of the sofa, "Same as yours?"

Crabbe followed suit with a small nod.

Draco's face darkened suddenly, and he confirmed in disbelief: "Same as mine?!" It's dead!Box is dead!How dare she give him the same gift as Goyle and Crabbe!She is fucked!

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other in horror, and Goyle added tremblingly: "But...it may be different."

Crabbe followed suit again, slightly.

Draco was so angry that he was about to explode on the spot, he was completely out of his usual Malfoy style at the moment, "What the hell!"

Goyle and Crabbe looked at Poole together, they thought they were going to be exposed!What hasn't been asked yet!It's about to be exposed!

Puli shielded herself with the book, and she never expected that they would be exposed so soon!

After feeding the cat, Artemia played with the beaver for a while. When she came up, she saw such a tense scene. She asked in surprise, "What's the matter? Draco." She glanced at the frightened Goyle again. and Crabbe.

Draco's angrily glanced directly at the culprit, "You actually gave Goyle and Crabbe the same thing as me!"

The culprit looked innocent: "I didn't, I just gave them a scarf."

Hearing this, Draco looked at her suspiciously, then at Gore Crabbe, "Really?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Goyle and Crabbe's heads were about to roll into dice.

Draco frowned again, "Didn't you just say the same thing?"

Goyle and Crabbe were dumbfounded again, and Goyle choked out a sentence for a while: "Guess, we don't know what to give you."

Draco frowned at them for a long time.

After Goyle and Crabbe once again wondered if they were going to reveal themselves, Draco breathed a sigh of relief, and he sat down again, and he pulled Artemia to sit down with him.

This time it was Goyle's turn to frown as he took Artemia's hand.

"What's wrong with you, Goyle? You're weird today" Draco looked at Goyle with inquiring eyes, and under Goyle's gaze, his hand not only didn't let go, but even tightened.

Crabbe quickly elbowed Goyle.

"Uh...you two have such a good relationship." Goyle muttered in a low voice.

Crabbe pushed Goyle's thigh under the table again.

Draco smiled with satisfaction, "Of course." She was even more satisfied when her eyes glanced at the black gemstone necklace on Artemia's shirt, and lo and behold, he is really special.

Artemia looked at Goyle and Crabbe, and sniffed the familiar smell in the air without any trace. It was very familiar and strange, but she couldn't remember where she had smelled it for a while.

Behind Draco and the others, Puli quietly winked at Goyle and Crabbe: Quickly ask!Running out of time!

Goyle and Crabbe were hesitating how to speak, Draco threw the newspaper he just read in front of them: "Look, the Daily Prophet didn't report the attack, I guess it must have been suppressed by Dumbledore .”

Artemia glanced sideways at Draco, pulled out the hand that was held by him, and poked his thigh.

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other, feeling that the time was ripe, Goyle asked hesitantly, "So do you know what the monster in the chamber is?"

Draco smiled, Artemia poked him quietly again, he bowed his head and pulled her hand over, and replied casually: "I don't know."

Goyle and Crabbe didn't mind their little actions, Goyle then asked: "Then do you know who is the descendant of Slytherin?"

Draco looked up at them, and said coldly: "I didn't know that you would care about such issues besides eating."

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other guiltily.

"I don't know, but, I remember I came back to this question, you forgot?" Draco looked at them scrutinizingly.

Artemia's head suddenly remembered what this familiar taste was, compound soup!She took Draco's arm to block her movement through his robes, and her right hand crept out of her wand.

The author has something to say:

Hopefully I can finish Part Two before thirty chapters.

A question: Do you all want the diary and the basilisk to be okay?

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of soft whispers (bixin)