[HP] The girl with black hair

After the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match, Draco was busy with Quidditch practice, and Flint was said to have prepared a new, more aggressive formation.

Artemia hardly saw Draco except during class time, and she herself walked into the cellar office on time every night.

She is definitely the student who spent the longest time with Professor Snape at Hogwarts, bar none!Artemia thought.

The second Hogsmeade Day came as scheduled a week before the Christmas holiday, Hogwarts was already covered with snow, and Flint would not drag the Slytherin players to practice today.

Draco put on Artemia's Christmas present from last year today, a dark green sweater with his name embroidered on it.

Artemia looked at him a few more times, her ears felt slightly warm.

Noticing her reaction, Draco reached out and tugged at the hem of the sweater, "It's a bit small."

It is indeed a bit small. Last year it was still a loose style, but this year it has become close-fitting.

Artemia raised her hand and pulled up the scarf around her neck, and the furry scarf blocked half of her face.

Even so, the cold winter wind blew her face red when she stepped out of the Hogwarts gate, and Draco's eyes fell on her cheeks involuntarily.

Even knowing that she had a warming spell on her body, Draco took off his hat and put it on Artemia's head.

Artemia was carefully looking at the snow under her feet, when suddenly a weight fell on her head, she looked up, Draco was walking beside him solemnly, his blond hair was exposed in the air, the hat on the The indentation is still on the top of his head.

Draco met her eyes, held his head up and said, "I'm just a little hot."

"Oh."

This person is like this again, and he refuses to say a soft word.

Tsundere, Artemia complained in her heart.

Artemia glanced at Draco's empty neck, and the next moment the other half of the scarf was hooked around the boy's neck.

The long scarf was more than enough to wrap around the necks of two people.

All this fell into the eyes of Harry on the third floor.He swore he really didn't mean to see it!But who made this road the only way from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade!He accidentally saw Malfoy, and then he saw the two of them wearing the same scarf sweetly.

Even at such a distance, Harry still saw Malfoy's expression through his own glasses.

He couldn't believe it was Malfoy, maybe Polyjuice Potion, Harry thought, just like he was last year.

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Artemia and Draco walked to Madame Puddieff's teahouse through the thick snow.

It was a house painted with pink walls, and teacups of different shapes and sizes were strewn high and low in the window.

Although there are not as many customers in Mrs. Puddife Teahouse as the Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes, but fortunately, the environment is quiet, and every table inside is full of couples.

Draco took a sip of his tea, put it down with a frown, and asked her, "Are you going home for Christmas?"

Artemia shook her head: "No, I'm going to stay in school." She sighed, "Professor Snape said that he will give me a test during the Christmas holiday."

"What?" Draco frowned, "What test has to be on vacation."

Artemia pulled out a forced smile, "Potion test."

The boy sat on the chair, his eyebrows almost frowning together. The sudden news interrupted his initial plan, and he began to condemn his dean for the first time.

Christmas is coming as scheduled, Artemia looks at the smoke slowly rising in the cauldron, thinking that she is definitely the worst student at Hogwarts, not one of them, you know, even the labor service can be arranged The graduating Weasley twins were all home for Christmas, and she…

Artemia glanced at Professor Snape, who was still dressed in black even on Christmas, and she could only spend it in tutoring.

Artemia spent the entire Christmas holiday with the cauldron.

Unforgettable Christmas, Artemia thought silently.

very memorable!Draco thought angrily, his mother actually found him a female partner, a pure blood, at the Christmas ball, his mother's meaning is self-evident!

It was also at that time that Draco knew that his mother did not object to him dating Mia, but it was absolutely impossible for him to marry Mia.

The Christmas holiday is over and the new year is coming. The first day of the new year is Artemia's birthday.

Draco looked out of the glass at the scenery of the express speeding past, and his hand reached into his pocket, which contained a beautiful gift box.

In front of him sat the girlfriend his mother had introduced to him, a Greengrass.

Looking at the delicate face and thin chin of the boy in front of him, Astoria lowered her head with a reddish face.

Millicent looked at them silently, snorted coldly, she ignored them when the train stopped, dragged her luggage and got into the carriage without looking back.

Goyle glanced at Draco, who was still in a daze, and quietly followed Millicent.

Astoria glanced at Draco who was still looking out the window, and then at Daphne who was not far away. After receiving her sister's encouraging eyes, she raised her hand and waved in front of his eyes, "Draco division?"

Draco turned around abruptly, he looked around, only saw Crabbe and Astoria opposite him, Goyle and Millicon were gone, he frowned, picked up his luggage and left straight away car.

Astoria looked at his back with a disappointed expression.

On the first day of the new year, the first birthday gift Artemia received was from her father in the necklace, although it should and should not be called a gift, a simple sentence, "Happy birthday."

But it surprised Artemia, but her words made this father who had finally gained some strength very unhappy.

"You can talk!"

"..."

"When will you speak!"

"..."

Artemia shook the necklace, "Why can't you speak again?"

Tom, who was tucked into the necklace, said reluctantly, "It's your blood that gives me the strength." He swears!He has a body, he must 'teach' her how to talk to her father!

"Oh." Artemia was still a little excited, "Then how much blood do you need...to become like before?"

The concern of his relatives moved the Dark Lord, who was struggling to maintain his life, "Your blood is not of much use, I need to find my main soul."

"How to find it?" Artemia asked soul-like torture, "Can you feel it?"

"…cannot."

"Then how do you find it? Britain is so big."

"..." The first step of the young father's great cause of resurrection was so trapped, "I can wait for my servants." That's all he could say.

But pull it down, Artemia thought silently in her heart, if it's reliable, you don't have to wait 13 years.

Her second birthday gift also arrived at this time. It was sent by Herman and Sego together. It is a flower crown made of rattan, which cannot be called a flower crown, because there are no flowers on it, only barely A few green leaves.

The corners of Artemia's mouth twitched as she looked at the mass of unknown objects.

Herman was still complaining, "Mia, it's all because your birthday is in winter, and the flowers haven't even bloomed yet. We still managed to find vines with leaves."

Tom, who was finally able to speak, couldn't wait to publicize his sense of existence, and the necklace let out a mocking laugh, "Look, even the little snake will give you a gift, what about the Malfoy kid, tsk tsk."

Artemia buckled the necklace on the table, "It's no good for you who can only say happy birthday."

The author has something to say:

Not sweet!

Career line up! (I don't know if it counts as a career, helping the old father regain his life)

感谢在2020-05-0822:45:24~2020-05-1000:07:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of His Majesty the Emperor;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!