[HP] The girl with black hair

In the end, among the two options of the Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes, Millicent chose the former without hesitation.

Nonsense, doesn't she feel tired enough, she feels that the air is sweet.

The popularity of the Three Broomsticks Bar was beyond imagination, and Artemia and her party managed to grab an empty seat to sit down.

"So," the waiter counted the number of people, "What would you like to drink, five little wizards?"

"Butterbeer." Artemia said directly, she had heard that the Three Broomsticks' butterbeer was delicious.

"Me too." Draco nodded, looking at the three people opposite, "What about you?"

"Then I want liqueur." Millison closed the menu, looked at Artemia and said with a smile, "Mia, we can drink it instead."

Anyway, Draco also ordered butter beer, and he certainly wouldn't be idle to drink an extra glass of butter beer; then she and her little sister could just exchange each other and taste different flavors.

The other three men present obviously didn't understand what she was thinking. In addition to Millicent, Gore and Crabbe also ordered butter beer.

They sat by the window, and the difference between the warm temperature inside and the temperature outside fogged the glass.

The waiter was quick and well dressed with five full glasses of wine.

Artemia picked up a cup and took a sip carefully.

It's so spicy, this is her first reaction, and then the aroma of butter in her mouth neutralizes the spicy taste of beer, and the aftertaste gradually becomes refreshing.

When she looked up, she saw Millicent's expectant gaze and curious voice, "Mia, how's it going? Is it good?"

Nod, nod, nod again, "It's delicious."

The butterbeer that was drunk and not much froth was pushed to Millicon, "You have a taste."

Millicent also pushed the grape liqueur in front of Artemia, "You drink this too, it's delicious too."

Artemia sucked lightly, her eyes glowing with surprise, "This one matches that well."

The little sisters exchanged wine glasses in surprise, with the indifferent eyes of three men beside them.

The indifferent Draco also pays for the drinks and candy for his girlfriend and her little sister.

Gore's and Crabbe's athletic builds are on full display.

Artemia and Millicent walked in front and chatted, Draco walked in the middle, and Goyle and Crabbe followed behind with large and small bags.

It was only after returning to Hogwarts that Artemia came back to see her boyfriend who was getting worse and worse.

Artemia reached out and shook Draco's uninjured arm, "What's wrong with you, Draco?"

Draco gritted his teeth, and she asked me what's wrong!

"You said it during the summer vacation."

Artemia raised her eyebrows suspiciously, "Summer vacation?"

"You forgot!" Draco's voice suddenly rose, "You actually forgot!" He said and walked forward aggressively.

The cold wind blew his billowing robes.

Artemia froze for a moment.

Millicent was eating the nougatine bought by Malfoy, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with him?"

"..." Artemia threw a box full of strange-flavored beans into Millican's arms, "You go back first, I'll go find Draco."

Millicent bit the hard candy in his mouth and said, "Oh." in a daze.

Artemia trotted to keep up with Draco, hooked his arms with both hands, with a flattering smile on her face, and whispered his name, "Draco—"

Her ending sound was very long, as if she was coquettish, Draco's mouth hooked slightly, his pace slowed down, and he still let out his nose, and let out a cold snort without any momentum.

"Humph."

Artemia hooked his arm, and her smile became brighter and brighter, "You want to go to Madame Puddieff's teahouse."

"I don't want to go."

"Then let's go together next time, shall we?"

Draco repeated the last sentence, "I don't want to go."

"I want to go, Draco." Artemis shook his arm, "Shall we go together next time?"

Draco continued to snort twice, making a reluctant expression, "Look."

But the slightly raised arc of the corner of his mouth betrayed his mood at the moment.

His good mood was felt by his roommate, Zabini, who got a gift box of candy from Master Draco.

Zabini looked around the packaging of the gift box and said in surprise, "Have you been to Honey Dukes?" Thinking of the crowds at the Honey Dukes shop, he said, "Draco, that's not a good place for a date."

Zabini walked over and hooked Draco's shoulders, his pouty eyes were full of jokes, "I recommend you Mrs. Puddiffe's Tea House or the Shrieking Shack."

Zabini whispered in Draco's ear, "It's said to be the scariest place in England."

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, and he took Zabini's hand away, "I'm not going."

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Halloween at Hogwarts seems to be cursed like the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts changes every year, and Halloween at Hogwarts has never been stable.

Blake cut through the portrait of the fat woman, causing the entire school to gather in the auditorium.

Artemia lay in her purple sleeping bag, feeling the hard floor beneath her, wearing the long robe she had traveled all day.

Millicent was not in a good mood. She was in the dormitory happily eating candies of various flavors, but she was called to the auditorium. Auditorium overnight!

Especially when her roommate was clearly sleeping next to her but seemed to be far away from her. Millicent watched the two heads next to her silently pull up her sleeping bag.

Draco proudly pulled the sleeping bag of the girl next to him towards him.

Dumbledore swore he really didn't want to see the sleeping couple, it was the second time he saw it.

On the two sleeping bags next to each other were Dumbledore's complicated eyes and Snape's indifferent face.

Snape glanced away and looked away, lowering his voice, "I'm sure it won't be Pox, she's been with me every night lately."

"Oh," Dumbledore nodded and continued to move forward, "Of course I didn't doubt her."

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched, his eyes were full of disbelief, "Maybe, but I think another person is more likely to help Black." His eyes looked at Lupine in the distance.

Dumbledore followed his gaze, "It won't be him."

This time his tone was much firmer than before.

When she woke up the next morning, Artemia's back hurt as expected, not only her, but all the students in the auditorium were not well, and the floor was really not suitable for people to sleep on.

Yes, the young master Draco, who had never slept on a hard bed, felt the smell of the floor. He tried his best not to rub his waist like a Gryffindor. The young master said bitterly, "I must Will write to my father!"

Even so, Artemia still had to go to Professor Snape's office after dinner every day, but Professor Snape didn't look very good tonight.

Artemia silently recalled what happened today, everything was normal, Professor Snape still grabbed Gryffindor and severely deducted points, everything was normal.

Since everything is normal, Artemia made her own deduction, it must be that Professor Snape was naturally unhappy.