[HP] The girl with black hair

Artemia ended her potion tutoring every night as usual.

The 'click' sound of opening the door startled the mouse squatting in the distance.

Artemia looked at the mouse squatting there far away. This was the third time she had seen it. The mouse was very recognizable. It had a broken finger on its right paw.

The first time she noticed it, she only saw the back of the mouse running wildly.

The second time I saw it, the mouse looked up at her and ran away like shit.

Today was the third time seeing it, and Artemia took a small step forward.

The mouse lowered its head, its legs were trembling.

Artemia took a few steps forward, quietly watching the mouse's reaction.

As expected, the mouse ran away again, it ran very fast, and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Artemia curled her lips, shifted her gaze back from the corner, and continued to walk in the direction of the lounge.

When she went back, there was a familiar blond boy sitting on the sofa in the lounge, Artemia raised her mouth and sat next to Draco.

Artemia reached out and poked Draco's still hanging arm, "Why are you still tied?" Isn't everything all right?

Draco slapped off her wicked little hand, and lifted his chin triumphantly: "Don't you think it's interesting to see Scarhead like that?"

Artemia paused for a moment and chose to remain silent, but she closed her mouth, still thinking in her heart that Draco really liked seeing Harry aggrieved.

"And the recent weather is so bad, Flint said that this will allow us to avoid the Quidditch match this time." Draco said with a bad smile: "I hope that the rain can be heavier that day Some."

The day before Quidditch is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Artemia is still looking forward to this class, because this class is one of the few classes that can be practiced.

But it wasn't Lupine standing at the desk in this class, it was Snape.

Even their lessons skip straight to werewolves.

It was probably the dean of his own college acting as a substitute, and Draco even folded a thousand origami cranes in class openly and aboveboard.

Then, Artemia watched the origami crane folded by her boyfriend fly to Harry. The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry.

Reminiscent of Draco's extra attention to Harry, and every time he saw him, he would go up and say a few words, Artemia began to wonder if she was a little redundant at this moment.

This doubt continued until lunch.

Draco was in a good mood and poured her a glass of pumpkin juice. The girl froze for a moment, and then she glanced at Draco, whose brows and eyes were showing signs of happiness. He seemed to have been in a good mood since Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As for why he was in such a good mood, Artemia thought of the paper crane.

Artemia once again sent Draco a complicated look.

? ? ?Draco raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

Artemia's heart began to waver, but she still didn't show it at all, and asked him in a low voice: "I saw you origami crane."

"Oh, for Scarhead."

Oh, for Scarhead, the villain in Artemia's heart overwhelmed the villain on the other side, she held her chin and didn't make a sound.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Artemia lifted her chin and looked up at the nebula on the ceiling, and said melancholy: "I think I'm superfluous."

"Huh?" Draco glanced at Millicent.

Millicent, who had been listening to the news in silence, shook his head and shrugged at him.

Draco: "What's wrong with you?"

He became impatient, and sure enough, Artemia looked at him seriously, and asked him in a low voice that only he could hear: "Do you like Harry, you already made origami cranes for him."

Draco froze for a moment, then his face suddenly turned red.

Not shy, but angry, his voice trembled a little: "You... you! I-how could I!"

Millicent originally watched with relish, she could only see Artemia whispering something in Draco's ear, and then Draco's expression changed.

Millicent, who is knowledgeable about current affairs, immediately hugged his lunch and sat a little further away silently, so as not to hurt Chi Yu.

Draco stared at her, feeling unbelievable and inexplicable: "What do you think? Is your brain stuffed with achnatherum!"

"..." Artemia was speechless for a second, and retorted without confidence: "You have always paid attention to Harry, and today you even folded a thousand paper cranes for him."

She looked at his hanging arm again, "It was folded with one hand."

Glancing at him again, he muttered, "You haven't even folded it for me."

"..." Draco was speechless for a while, and an idea fell into his brain. He twitched the corner of his mouth and showed an evil smile: "Are you jealous? Eat Potter?"

Artemia denied it categorically: "I didn't!"

Draco ignored her words, and resumed his usual elongated tone: "Look at our Miss Box, tsk tsk, I won't dare to talk to others in the future, or you will make yourself sour die."

"Then you will definitely add some fun to Hogwarts." Draco looked at the girl playfully.

Artemia: "..."

She filtered out his words and returned to the previous topic: "Then why did you origami cranes for Harry?"

Draco was silent, what should he say, he drew a small picture of Scarhead?

Artemia grasped his silence, and straightened her chest out: "Are you unable to tell! You just—"

Draco covered her mouth in time, he looked at the girl's blinking eyes, his own reflection was reflected in the black pupils, his heart softened suddenly, and his voice lowered unconsciously: "I only like you."

Artemia's blocked face suddenly turned red.

"Ahem." Flint stood there awkwardly, "I don't really want to disturb you, but Draco, don't forget to watch the Gryffindor Quidditch match."

"I'm not going." Draco put down his hand, and looked at the girl beside him with teasing eyes, "Or else I'll be misunderstood again."

Artemia: "..." You can go.

On the day of the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match, Draco sat cross-legged in the Slytherin lounge, making sure he was always in front of Artemia, saying from time to time: "Where can I be?" I didn't go, or when you won't see me, you don't know what to think of me."

"..." The tip of the quill stuck into the parchment, and the black ink was dizzy in a big circle.

The three heads turned around without understanding what was going on, then lowered their heads silently, and continued to write a thesis on how to distinguish werewolves.

Draco only found out from Flint the next day that Gryffindor had lost to Hufflepuff, and he tore off the bandage directly. When he saw Harry in the corridor, he wanted to go up and taunt him, As soon as he put on a mocking expression, he took it back in a daze, and left with a cold snort.

Draco's abnormality made Harry stunned, and Harry didn't react until his robe disappeared around the corner.

He looked at Hermione and Ron who were equally puzzled.

Harry asked in a daze, "What's wrong with Malfoy?"

Hermione shook her head and said uncertainly, "Conscience found out?"

"Conscience?" Ron frowned and snorted coldly: "He still has a conscience? He must have a conspiracy!"

Harry nodded in agreement: "There must be some kind of conspiracy!"

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I also don't understand why the high-level trial is held twice in three days