[HP] The girl with black hair

As the youngest potion master in this century, Professor Severus Snape is one of the very few people who can successfully brew wolfbane potion, but this does not mean that he is willing to brew potion for his old opponent. The little witch would come over for a small class every year, and it was rare for Snape to feel that extra tutoring outside of class was not a very annoying thing.

Artemia knew nothing about all this, she raised her hand and gently knocked on the door of the cellar office.

"Enter."

Hearing this, Artemia pushed open the door. The table in the office was full of potion ingredients and a crucible. Artemia was slightly taken aback. Was it really teaching potions?

If it was true, she wanted to say sorry to Professor Snape for her previous guess.

Snape glanced at the time, and it was still on time. He wrote down the materials and quantities that needed to be processed on the parchment, "Follow this list, I don't want you to waste a little material, you know."

Artemia nodded, reached out to take the yellowed paper, and widened her eyes: "So much?!"

Consider that the most complicated recipe she knew required only five inches of material, and this one required twice as much.

"Yes, Miss Box." Snape skillfully set up the cauldron, and said flatly, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to give you some advice on potions. I think this will be very helpful to you."

Artemia popped her head from behind the paper: "Then can I know what kind of potion this is?" Then she saw Professor Snape's face like a black robe, and immediately changed her words: "It's okay if I don't know."

Snape pursed his lips in satisfaction, "Then let's start, Miss Box, I hope you can use your brain to record the steps of brewing the potion while processing the materials."

When Artemia walked out of the office two hours later, the pot of potion was not over yet, and it would take at least a week for it to be fully brewed.

Artemia didn't go back to the dormitory, she went to the medical wing again, she felt that if she didn't go to see Draco tonight, his young master would be angry.

Facts have proved that Artemia's idea is correct.

Draco was still holding up his bandaged and hanging arm at first, telling each of his companions who came to see how deep and how painful his wound was, until he waited until the sun slowly faded. Before Artemia came to visit him, the young master had already turned dark and successfully scared away the students who came to visit him.

Artemia was surprised when she saw Draco's hanging arm. She remembered that Madam Pomfrey said there was no major problem when she left, so she poked his arm lightly with that in mind: " Is it still hurting?"

"It hurts like hell," Draco said, sitting her down with his uninjured hand. "I think I'm going to be disabled."

Artemia frowned, and touched his arm again, "Didn't Madam Pomfrey say it's all right?"

"..." Draco pretended to be in pain and said, "After you left, Madam Pomfrey checked again, she said it was very serious, and she had to feed her before she recovered."

Artemia: "..."

She looked at Draco with messy hair, nodded softly, "Yeah."

Hearing Artemia's response, Draco lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth, and continued with an injured look: "You can't do homework by yourself."

Artemia nodded, "Okay, can I drink water?" She looked at Draco's neatly dressed clothes again, "Can I take off the clothes by myself? Do you want me to help you?"

Draco's face turned red suddenly, but he didn't say anything.

Artemia stood up and stretched out to his collar, teasing him with a smile: "Come on, I'll help you take it off."

Draco looked at her expression and felt that he could no longer be suppressed by her. He put down his hand that was going to block her, and stared at her directly.

Artemia thought Draco would blush and tell her to go away, she looked into his staring eyes, her hand rested on his collar.

Draco thought he had won a round, and raised his chin triumphantly, "Why don't you continue? Have you no guts?"

Artemia's breath was inexplicably stagnant, she withdrew her hand, and changed the subject stiffly, "It's so late, I have to go back."

With that said, she was about to turn and leave, but Draco grabbed her arm violently.

"You're gone, who will pour me water when I'm thirsty at night." Draco whispered, blushing, "And it's not the first time." They huddled together and slept together last semester.

The moon shyly hid in the clouds, and the night wind gently blew the fallen leaves on the ground.

Artemia looked at the ceiling, thinking she must be crazy, she actually stayed like this, she turned her head to look at Draco who was 'sleeping' beside her, trying to ignore the feeling of someone sleeping next to her, slowly Slowly fell asleep.

Draco, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes after Artemia fell asleep. He carefully turned to face Artemia, his injured arm resting lightly on the quilt.

Draco's blue-gray eyes looked at the girl's sleeping side face as if wearing stars, and slowly fell asleep as he watched.

—

The next morning.

Artemia got up in Draco's arms, she glanced at her 'pillow' in a daze, then at the bandaged arm wrapped around her body, and sat up abruptly.

Draco was woken up by her big movement, he rubbed his eyes in dissatisfaction, his messy blond hair was scattered on the white pillow, his voice was hoarse as he just woke up: "What are you doing?"

Artemia was fully awake, she grabbed Draco's arm nervously, "Is your arm okay?"

Draco felt his arms stretched out of the bed in a daze, "It's okay, but my shoulders are so pressed by you that I can't move."

Artemia was relieved to hear that the arm was gone, and before she could say anything, she heard a cough.

Artemia was stunned, and looked at Draco, who was also stunned.

The two looked towards the source of the voice together, and Mr. Malfoy was looking at them with serious eyes while touching the snake-headed cane.

No one can know the complicated mood of Lucius at the moment. He got the news last night that his little dragon was injured in the arm by a beast. Lucius broke a set of precious cups angrily. The worries came to Hogwarts early in the morning.

Dumbledore had received word of Lucius' arrival, and had gone with the angry and anxious Mr. Malfoy to visit his son in the hospital wing.

Who would have thought that Dumbledore would still be able to eat dog food at such an age, and he would still be his student.

Dumbledore looked at the boys and girls sleeping soundly together, and suddenly felt a little pain in his teeth, obviously he hadn't eaten candy today, maybe he should ask Bobby for a cup of tooth health potion again, this thought the white-bearded wizard.

"I don't think Mr. Malfoy's injury looks very serious, what do you think, Lucius."

"..." Lucius was silent for a while. He watched his son's bandaged hand being pressed under the head of the black-haired girl. He was cunning and eloquent, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Lucius could only force himself not to look at the two people on the bed, trying to use his businessman's cunning, "But I heard that the Hippogriff is very fierce, it is not suitable for staying in Hogwarts , and that half-breed is not suitable to be a professor, he made this kind of thing in the first class, who knows if students will be sent to St. Mungo's next time."

"It was just an accident." Dumbledore said, looking at the golden head nestled next to the black head. "According to the information I got, it was Mr. Malfoy who stepped forward to provoke the accident that caused the accident."

"You mean it was my son's mistake." Lucius looked at Dumbledore with thin blue-gray eyes, "Do you want my son to apologize to that stupid beast and that dirty half-giant?"

Lucius' adjective made Dumbledore frowned dissatisfied, "Maybe, we can talk about it after they wake up, Lucius, don't disturb the young couple, maybe you would like to go to my place for a cup of tea? "

"No need, Dumbledore." Lucius refused the invitation of the white-haired old man without hesitation.

After Dumbledore left, he sat down not far from them. This position prevented him from seeing those two familiar faces, especially those two faces, one of which resembled him and the other resembled the other very much. Alone, the father who arrived early in the morning always felt very strange.

Fortunately, this young couple didn't make his father wait for a long time. Lucius watched as no one noticed that there was another person in this room, so as to avoid any more strange scenes, Lucius coughed twice The sound came to remind the two boys and girls who had just woken up.

Draco's brain, which was still a little bit confused, became sober in an instant. He quickly got up, and he didn't care about tidying up his shirt that was full of pressure marks, and said, "Dad."

Artemia also stood up with Draco, followed him and shouted like a child who did something wrong: "Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius nodded calmly on the surface, and stood up gracefully, "Good morning, Miss Box."

He looked at Draco who was standing awkwardly again, "Then, your arm."

Draco said quickly, "I'm fine, Dad."

Lucius nodded, "I see, Xiaolong, I will definitely let that..." He glanced at Artemia, and changed his voice, "I will make them pay the price."

—

Artemia was still a little confused when she was walking on the way to the auditorium. She looked at Draco next to her, and felt that she was not the only one who was confused.

Draco's dazed expression disappeared as soon as he walked into the auditorium, and he began to hold his arms again to pretend to be miserable. After all, his father said that he would make Hagrid and that Buck Bobby pay the price. If nothing happened to him, How his dad made those people pay.

Artemia looked at Draco's exaggerated expression, and silently stuffed fried eggs into her mouth.

Draco sold out a wave of misery, looked at Artemia and pointed to his arm, and opened his mouth again, "Ah—"

"..."

Artemia was about to stuff the fried egg for herself, and silently stuffed it into Draco's mouth.

Draco finished eating with a satisfied face, pointing to the corn chowder, "I want to drink that."

Millicent looked at Draco's face, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Gore looked at them, then at Millicent and asked her in a low voice, "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat, I'm full." Tired and full, Millicent thought.

"Oh." Goyle looked disappointed.

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