[HP] The girl with black hair

Draco froze for a moment, stood up quickly, and said in a loud voice, "Dad, Mom."

But this time he didn't get Narcissa's hug for the first time. Lucius and Narcissa drew their mouths into a straight line and looked at him seriously.

All these abnormalities made Draco, who was in a good mood, a little nervous, and he clenched the suitcase in his hand tightly.

Half a minute later, Narcissa finally spoke, "Xiaolong is back." Her expression was not good, maybe her expression was not good since yesterday, because she knew her son quite well, and Xiaolong had been to him since last year. Box paid too much attention, thinking of this, she glanced at Lucius again complaining.

Lucius' mood was also very complicated, he was both relieved and nervous, "What's the relationship between you and Box now?"

Draco was stunned, he thought his father should have guessed it a long time ago, he thought of his father's generous admission to Mia's always friendly attitude, "She is my girlfriend." He quietly glanced at Narcissa .

Narcissa almost failed to maintain her elegance, she picked up the cup and took a big sip of tea.

Lucius nodded, rubbing the snake-headed cane with both hands.

Seeing his parents' unusual attitude, Draco frowned, he had imagined his parents' disapproval in the shortest time, and that silly girl hid silently in the corner wiping tears.

The air was silent for a while, and even the house-elf hiding in the distance held his breath.

Lucius nodded slightly under his wife's complaining eyes, and said in a long voice, "I see, you go up first."

Draco raised his eyebrows, and went back to the room obediently. Anyway, his father didn't agree but didn't object.

After Draco returned to the room, Narcissa gently placed the cup on the table and made a crisp sound, "They can't communicate anymore."

Lucius glanced upstairs without any trace, "It's not a marriage, it's just a relationship."

"But look at Xiaolong, what if he insists on marrying that Boxer?" Narcissa hesitated, her voice trembling, "What if the lord comes back?"

Hearing this, Lucius touched the arm of his left hand and said hoarsely after a long time: "Then we have no choice."

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Artemia was awakened by the bustling shouts and the smell of butter, she stretched a little before she moved to the window and opened the small window.

After she got up, the two little snakes also swam out from under the bed, Herman and Sego swam to Artemia's feet, and Herman's head rubbed against Artemia's calf.

At this time, the old lady Box's voice came from the picture frame in the corridor: "Mia, are you awake? It's time for breakfast."

Artemia quickly turned around and replied loudly: "I woke up grandma, I'll go down immediately."

Ever since Mrs. Box became a picture frame, the old lady has become chatty. If she answers a little slower and in a lower voice, the old lady will roar louder. Therefore, even during the summer vacation, Artemia I didn't sleep in for a day.

Today's breakfast is still dry bread with milk.

Artemia glanced at Sally, she still looked very thin, her blond hair seemed to be turning into withered grass, the dark circles under her eyes and her sunken cheeks, Artemia asked her concerned: "I didn't sleep yesterday. okay?"

Sally rolled her brown eyes, lowered her head to cover her eyes, "It's nothing, I've been having nightmares."

Artemia thought about it, and she remembered that Sally often had nightmares last year: "Do you want to make some sleep potions?"

Sally buried her head lower, and shook her head, "No need, I'm used to it."

Artemia was puzzled, but none of the parties cared, and she didn't care too much.

After breakfast, Artemia lay on the high table with her little fingers and counted the earnings of the potion shop this year.

It was at this time that Malfoy's golden eagle flew arrogantly into the potion shop, and it brought a letter to Artemia. The letter was written by Draco. He first wrote a long preface, and then He wrote the key, he wrote: My parents already know that you are my girlfriend, my mother will take me to Diagon Alley to buy clothes at the end of July, I think I hope to see you that day.

The corner of Artemia's mouth twitched, Draco's tone was still the same, she took out the quill with this in mind and wrote back a letter to Draco.

However, they did not meet in Diagon Alley at the end of July, because a major event happened before that.

Sirius has escaped from prison.

He escaped from Azkaban, which was full of dementor guards.

Sirius' escape from prison interrupted Draco's travel plan. He wrote a letter to Artemia very dissatisfied. A piece of parchment was full of dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic. At the end he wrote a letter from his Father heard the news that the dementors may be stationed outside Hogwarts next semester, and he is now forced to learn the 'Patronus Charm' at home every day.

Artemia has not had a good time this semester. Mr. Riddle, who is temporarily living in the necklace, is forcing his young daughter to practice Occlumency every day, "If you don't want to be seen through next semester, then take care of your brain .”

After Artemia learned about Draco, she also hoped that he could teach her the Patronus Curse, but Mr. Riddle refused, "The Patronus Curse can only disperse them, you don't need to learn it at all, I If you know a spell, you can kill them directly."

Artemia frowned: "Aren't dementors unkillable?"

Tom snorted softly, his tone full of pride and disdain: "It's a little spell I researched myself, and it's very useful."

"But the Ministry of Magic does not allow wizards to kill them. I don't want to go to Azkaban at a young age."

"..." The young father was no longer qualified to say that he should ignore the rules of the Ministry of Magic.

Artemia noticed it slowly, and asked him suspiciously: "You don't know the Patronus Charm, do you?" She has gradually figured out his thoughts, so he won't waste time studying messy spells, such as The spell to fly without the use of a broomstick, and the Dark Mark that made him proud.

Gritting his teeth, the young father swears!Wait until he has a body!He must be fine!good!teach!Training!she!And that Malfoy boy!

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