[HP] The girl with black hair

On September [-]st, Artemia rejected her grandmother's idea of ​​sending her to King's Cross Station, and she went to school by herself with a leather suitcase that had been cast with a stretching spell.

She passed the wall between nine and ten to platform nine and three quarters, and she probably had it with the Malfoys!evil!edge!Artemia thought angrily.

Looking at the little girl's face, Lucius Malfoy almost couldn't control his expression. He stroked the snake-headed cane to relieve the uneasiness in his heart.

"Pox! Daddy, she's the one I told you about"

Lucius interrupted his son just in time, putting his hand on Draco's shoulder "Draco, be polite" He walked over, his voice was rarely gentle in Draco "Good afternoon, Pox Miss"

Artemia was very surprised, she didn't expect that kid's father to be so different from him, his father was much more polite than him!than he has!Charm!force!many!up! "Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy, good afternoon, Mrs. Malfoy" She turned to Draco, who was as surprised as she was, "Good afternoon, little Mr. Malfoy"

Lucius secretly patted Draco, and Draco reluctantly replied "Good afternoon, Miss Box"

Lucius raised his lips and gave a faint smile, "You are all classmates, and you may still be in the same academy in the future, be friendly, Draco"

Draco was still dizzy until he sat down in the car, Draco couldn't figure out why? !His father told him before he left!I want him to have a good relationship with Box, not to fight against each other!His father wasn't like that when he talked about Box before!

Draco looked at the girl sitting across from him strangely.

Artemia looked at him a little unnaturally, she poked her neck, "Why are you looking at me like that, it makes me seem to have some shady relationship with your father!"

Draco was stunned, and jumped up and pointed at her, "You, you, you shameless female troll!"

? ? ?Artemia also stood up angrily, "Who are you calling a female troll! Who is shameless!"

"You said it yourself! You said it yourself!" he roared, angrily

She froze for a moment, and became even more angry, "Your brain is full of messy rubbish! It's not all because of the strange way you look at me!"

The two of them looked at each other, as if there was a burst of fire and thunder.

At this moment, the door of the box was opened, "Excuse me, have you seen a toad?"

"no!"

"no!"

Standing at the door was a young girl in a school gown, with thick brown curly hair and some cute little freckles on her face.

Artemia saw that the girl seemed to be frightened by their roar, she touched her earlobe a little embarrassedly, "Well, I'm sorry, we didn't mean it, there is no toad in this box, why don't you look elsewhere? "

On the other side, Draco crossed his arms and rarely refuted anything, and he didn't say anything ugly again.

Soon the brown-haired girl left, pulling the door shut as she left.

The two sat across from each other. This time they didn't say anything. After a long silence in the box, the sliding door was opened again. This time, there were two fat boys standing at the door. The taller one was named Crabbe, and the shorter one was called Crabbe. That's Goyle, Draco introduced it like this, and the tone seemed to be his little brother.

Crabbe and Goyle also brought a message this time, they said "Harry Potter is on this train"

Draco Draco was really interested, got up and was about to go, when he walked to the door, he turned his head and asked Artemia who was sitting there, "Do you want to come together?" He felt wrong after asking, why should he Asked her, he said awkwardly, "This is what my father meant, you know."

Oh, I don't know, she flatly refused "I don't want to go"

Draco didn't bother with her any more, and took two large bodyguards with him to go proudly.

Soon, they came back in a rage, and Artemia bet they didn't have a good fruit.

Sure enough, Draco just sat there and lost his temper, saying that Potter didn't know good from bad, that Weasley was a pure-blooded traitor, that his family was so poor that he couldn't open the pot, and he even gave him the nickname "Scarhead". His two little followers followed behind and nodded frequently.

Finally, as night fell, they arrived at Hogwarts. The seniors could enter the castle in a carriage, while the freshmen of the first year could only swim across the Black Lake and reach the castle by boat.

Artemia looked curiously at the black lake under the boat, and she said curiously, "I read in "A Piece of Hogwarts School History", there is a huge octopus under the black lake."

Draco sat in the back, glanced at the lake, and said casually, "Then you have to be careful, if you fall and get eaten, maybe you can also be written in "A Piece of Hogwarts History" inside"

His little follower gave a timely sarcasm laugh.

Artemia gritted her teeth and looked at Draco, his blond hair seemed to shine brightly in the dark night, "If I fall! I will tear you off too! A Malfoy, you can not only be written If you get into "A Piece of Hogwarts History", maybe you can even get into the "Daily Prophet."

Draco snorted coldly, his expression very bad.

From disembarking the boat to the beginning of the sorting ceremony, the two went their own way, far away, with Draco walking in front and Artemia walking at the end of the line.

The little brown-haired girl seen in the box was finally sorted to Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat after struggling with the Sorting Hat for a long time.

Professor McGonagall held up a long list and read the next name "Artemia Pox"

"Merlin," Artemis muttered in a low voice, and patted the shoulder of the person in front of her, "Excuse me, please step aside."

She came out from the back and glanced at the professor's seat. Professor Quirrell was sitting on a table on the right, and she smiled at him quietly.

She was sitting on the stool, with all kinds of eyes in front of her eyes, she was inevitably a little nervous, the worn-out hat was on her head, and a voice from some grades sounded in her mind, " It's amazing, it's amazing, the bloodline is back after 50+ years"

"More than 50 years?"

"Yeah, more than 50 years ago, I still remember, your father"

"Huh??? That should be my grandfather 50 years ago?"

"Little girl, although I am old, I am not confused, I am a wise hat"

"That clever Mr. Hat, can you not sort me to Hufflepuff?" If she was indeed sorted, that annoying Malfoy would definitely laugh at her!Will!

"Hufflepuff? Nonono, boy, of course you don't belong there, you only belong" the Sorting Hat's shrill voice shouted "Slytherin!!!!"

The sparse applause on the long Slytherin table was really quite unwelcoming compared to the enthusiastic Gryffindor next door.

She stood up and put the hat back on the stool. Professor Quirrell gave a gratified look without any trace. Artemia walked quickly to the long table of Slytherin. She didn't notice that behind her, Professor Dumbledore was examining The look, and Harry's regretful expression.

When she sat down, there was already a freshman sitting there on the long table. Although he was a bit dark, it didn't hinder his handsomeness, but added a bit of wildness to him. She sat across from him and greeted him in a friendly manner. Greeting "Hi, I'm Artemia Pox"

"Brace Zabini" he blinked his peachy eyes at Artemia, and had to say that he was really handsome and mature.

After a while, another freshman was sorted into Slytherin. She was a little fat and taller than ordinary first-years. She walked up to Artemia and sat down.

Artemia still had a friendly smile, and they successfully exchanged names, and Millicent Burst was her name.

Draco lived up to expectations, and just as the Sorting Hat touched his hair, he yelled "Slytherin!" He walked over with a proud face.

"Harry Potter." When Professor McGonagall pronounced the name, the auditorium fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes fell on the black-haired boy.

The Sorting Hat stayed on his head for a long time before he yelled "Gryffindor!"

The whole hall was noisy again, especially on the long table of Gryffindor, they shouted excitedly, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

The sorting ceremony came to an end when the last student was sorted into Slytherin.

Headmaster Dumbledore, with waist-length silver-white hair and half-moon-shaped glasses, stood up, "Welcome to Hogwarts. Then, regarding the new semester, freshmen should pay special attention. Students are not allowed to enter the forest, and I especially warn you, if you don’t want to die tragically, don’t go to the corridor on the right hand side of the third floor this year!” Dumbledore said very seriously, but some students still laughed carelessly, such as Al The blond boy in front of Temia.

"The last thing I want to say is, idiot, cry, scum, twist!" He opened his arms, and his tone was much more relaxed than before, "The banquet begins"

Following his words, the empty long table was filled with food, including fat roast chicken with butter, plates of chicken sauce, a plate of crispy sausages, and a long plate of roast pork belly rolls. Mountains of beef meatballs, plates of fried steaks, bowls of peas tossed in butter, and piles of green salad and sweet corn, as well as potato puree and French fries.

Artemia cut her favorite butter roast chicken and pork belly and put it on the plate. She forked the pork belly and put it in her mouth. Will definitely call out!It’s so delicious. The fat on the outermost layer of the pig is roasted crispy, without the greasy taste of fat meat. There are some pine nuts and pistachios wrapped in the pork belly. It’s not too delicious to pair with the pork belly. up!There is also butter grilled chicken, the aroma of butter and thick chicken juice, Artemis is going to fall in love with it!

"It's Baron the Blood," said one of the seniors at the Slytherin table.

It was a transparent ghost, he had a thin cheek and a pair of empty glasses, and his robe was still stained with silvery white blood. He waved his wand and floated across the long table of Slytherin, and then the whole hall flew This kind of ghost comes out from under the dining table, rides a horse, and flies in the sky.

Artemia was really not in the mood to eat anymore, apparently most of the Slytherins thought so, except for Goyle and Crabbe who were sitting next to Millicent and Draco, watching them eat They are so delicious, Artemia thought, there is a reason why they are so fat.

After everyone put down their knives and forks, a senior senior came to the position of a freshman.

"Follow me, first year Slytherin" said the prefect of Slytherin, she has a very beautiful blonde hair "I am your prefect, Gemma Farley"

She led them out of the Great Hall and down the stairs, and the Gryffindor prefects led their first-years up, and the walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with portraits, and the people in the portraits faced them The team pointing and pointing.

Artemia stood in the middle of the line and saw Harry rubbing his stomach. He seemed to be full, and Harry obviously saw her too. He waved to her excitedly, and Artemia also He waved at him.

The red-haired boy next to Harry noticed his friend's actions, looked over suspiciously, and found that it was the Slytherin team, he quickly pulled Harry's hand, "Hey! Harry, they are all evil Slytherins !"

"It's not Mia, she's fine." Harry defended his first friend. Although Mia entered Slytherin, maybe the sorting hat made a mistake, and it wanted to sort him too. To Slytherin.

Ron pulled Harry along and whispered, "That was possible before, but she will definitely become a bad wizard in the future!"

In the Slytherin team over there, Draco also noticed, he pushed aside Millicent beside her, walked to Artemia, and warned her in a low voice, "I just saw you and that scarhead!"

Artemia glanced at him, "So what, we are friends, and they have names." After she finished speaking, she pulled Millison, who was pushed behind by him, to her right.

Draco glared at Millicent, and the fat little girl stepped back to join Goyle and the others.

"Friend!" he sneered at her. "You're friends with a Gryffindor!"

Artemia glanced at Draco, and said indifferently, "So? Didn't you want to be friends with him on the train?" Unfortunately, she was rejected, and she became angry from embarrassment.

Draco is even more angry!That Potter!Turning down a Malfoy for a Weasley! "Potter! I'm going to make him look good sooner or later!"

At last they stopped before a stone wall carved with a great green snake.

"Pureblood" she continued, "The password of the public room will be changed every two weeks, pay attention to the notice board, I don't want you to be locked out of the door"

The green snake moved, and as it moved, an open stone door appeared on the stone wall. The female prefect walked in first, and as the last student stepped in, the door opened from the outside. The look was restored to a stone wall again.

Farley took everyone to the entrance of the dormitory. "The boys' dormitory is on the left, and the girls' dormitory is on the right. Your luggage has been sent to your room. There are your names on the door. Then, you can go find your own." the room"

Artemia quickly found her room, and her roommate happened to be that fat girl, Millicent Burst.

Pushing open the door, it was filled with two colors of silver and green, there was a bed with green hangings, a bed sheet embroidered with small silver snakes and emerald curtains by the window, Artemia's suitcase was placed On the right side of the bed, Millicent's was placed on the left. After this day, the two girls were really tired. They changed their pajamas and lay down, and Millicent soon fell asleep. .

And Artemia is still thinking about what the Sorting Hat said, it said that her father came to school more than 50 years ago, then, Artemia calculated in her mind, more than 50 years ago, then her father must be almost 70 years old Come on! !Merlin is only a little younger than her grandmother!

The author has something to say:

It’s too sinful to write and eat at night, think about the sound of thunderbolt during barbecue!

Childish bickering between two kindergarten elementary school chickens 3/3

The first grade probably won't write about love, after all, it's too young (the road is still long)...