[HP] The girl with black hair

As for the real Moody, Artemia was lucky enough to see him after the curfew. He didn't look very good. His clothes were all on Barty Jr., and his prosthetic limbs and magic eyes were also placed on Barty Jr. body.

But Moody, who was dying, seemed to regain his spirit when he saw Artemia looking up at him: "You evil little Death Eater!"

Artemia slammed the box shut with a 'snap', and the momentary softness of heart just disappeared, and she said angrily to the other face: "He's in great condition! Shut him up!"

Little Barty nodded helplessly: "But I still need to read his memory."

"...Okay, then you can do your work," Artemia walked to the corner and pulled out the ingredients for the compound soup from her handbag, and skillfully set up the cauldron.

She is now very proficient in brewing compound decoction, so proficient that she can read the map while boiling the potion.

Igor Karkaroff's footprints were walking towards the auditorium, and finally stopped beside the Goblet of Fire. He only stayed for a few seconds before he left quickly.

Artemia hooked the corners of her mouth happily, and suddenly felt that the smell in front of her nasal cavity was not so unpleasant.

An hour had passed since Little Barty came up from the box, and he guessed Artemia's actions: "Why must Karkaroff do it, what if he exposes our actions. "

"How dare he say so timidly, come and help me grind the lacewing." Artemia stirred the potion in the crucible and ordered little Barty who had just finished working.

The corner of Little Barty's mouth twitched. Recently, she especially likes to ask him to help when boiling the potion. He hesitated a little at the first time, and then the taste of the potion became unpalatable. Since then, he Just learning to be smart, he feels that he has now found the easiest way to deal with materials.

"That line was drawn by Dumbledore. Of course, we should be more cautious if we want to move his golden boy under his nose." Artemia took the fruits of little Barty's labor and handed him a double Beast Horn, "And this."

"Okay, but after this matter is over, I will have a good meeting with him in person." Little Barty stuck out his tongue.

But he is using Moody's face now, and Artemia shook her body coldly: "Don't use Moody's face to do this kind of action, it's too...too weird."

She suddenly felt that she couldn't say that Millicent looked at his face, because she was the same. Little Barty stuck out her tongue, and she felt that she was worthy of being a man praised by her father, and he had his own characteristics. This kind of action feels very unintelligent.

Little Barty was silent for a moment, skipping the topic: "Guess what I saw at Moody's just now?"

"What." Artemia wasn't very interested. Things that little Barty could bring up alone were generally not topics that fourth graders could listen to.

Her reaction didn't satisfy Barty Jr., he reminded her: "It's about you."

Artemia finally turned her eyes from the cauldron to him: "Mine? He secretly scolded me in his heart? How much does he hate me?"

Little Barty shook his head: "It's your clerk, Sally McKinnon, she is Dumbledore's eyeliner."

"Oh," Artemia continued to heat the potion, "I guessed it a long time ago, she won't accept the Galleons I overpaid her, and she always found ways to come to my bedroom during the summer vacation last semester. "

"But do you know how her family died?"

Artemia froze for a moment, then frowned: "It couldn't be my father, could it?"

Barty Jr.: "It's a Death Eater."

Is this any different from what my dad did?Isn't it all on his head, "Then she didn't take the opportunity to kill me, and she is still helping me?"

Little Barty spread his hands, pushed the ground bicorn powder to her, and said disdainfully, "Gryffindor-like kindness."

Artemia returned to the cellar with the feeling of saving her life. She paused when she passed the sofa in the lounge, and looked back to find Draco sleeping there.

Because the Slytherin lounge is underground and connected to the Black Lake, even in September it is still a bit chilly at night, Artemia walked over and pushed him: "Draco?"

Draco woke up suddenly, and relaxed after seeing the familiar face, he looked at the time, frowned and asked her, "Why are you back so late?"

"How did you know I was out?"

"I asked you first!"

Artemia replied falteringly: "I have something to do."

"You have something to do!" Draco folded his arms and looked at her, "What the hell are you doing, I went to find you after the Quidditch match."

Artemia stared at him blankly.

Draco continued: "My dad wanted me to go home, but I was worried about you, so I went to find you. I saw a man near the Weasley tent, and there were several Aurors lying next to him. I followed him quietly, and then I saw you, and the...Dark Mark in the sky." His voice was trembling by the last word.

"What the hell are you doing?"

After he finished speaking, he pulled Artemia's arm and saw that it was clean, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then pulled her other arm, it was clean and nothing, Draco really relaxed down.

"You went to find me?" Artemia repeated his words, "Are you worried about me?"

"Yes!" Draco felt that he had learned the language skills for a summer vacation in vain, so he said it so bluntly.

Artemia hugged the boy's back fiercely, and put her face on his shoulder: "I'm very happy Draco, really happy."

Her actions surprised Draco, blushing and putting his hands on the girl's waist, he asked her softly, "So, what are you doing, is it dangerous?"

"Well, it's very dangerous. Maybe tomorrow you will see me entering Azkaban on the Daily Prophet." She teased.

"I won't let you go," Draco's arms tightened. "My dad was pretty good at the Ministry of Magic, so what the hell are you doing?"

"If I succeed, I will share it with you. If I fail," Artemia came out of Draco's arms, rolled her eyes, and laughed under Draco's serious expression: "I can't fail, I will succeed, how about I treat you to Honeyduke's candy tower on the day I succeed?"

"Who cares, it's so sweet."

"Who said it's expensive, okay?"

"Then I'll add another butterbeer."

"Okay." The penniless girl readily agreed.

Draco held out his hand to her and said with his chin raised, "Then prepare your Galleons, and then don't expect me to pay for it for you."

Artemia also shook his hand: "Of course."

Draco squeezed her hand, his blue-gray eyes still bright in the dark night.

He asked her in a low voice, "Then we're reconciled?"

Artemia withdrew her hand abruptly: "No! You forgot what you said before."

"Okay," Draco raised an eyebrow, "I'll do it."

-

The first class of the new semester is still Hagrid's Protection of Fantastic Beasts class. His enthusiasm for teaching has dropped significantly after Buckbaby. Last semester, he asked the students to raise Flobber caterpillars for a semester. Made a new trick.

Draco frowned and looked at the animals in the wooden box, and said with disgust, "What an ugly thing."

The ugliness seriously affected the young master's good mood. He shouldn't have chosen this course from the very beginning!

Hagrid hated the blond boy more and more than the brunette!

"It's a snail, Malfoy if you're yelling at it be careful it'll explode!"

Draco glanced at him and smiled disdainfully: "Why, are you threatening me?"

"I'm just telling you to be careful!" Hagrid emphasized, "They'll explode if you curse at them!"

Draco rolled his eyes, all his grace and restraint would disappear at the first touch of Gryffindors.

Care of Fantastic Beasts was the class Malfoy hated the most, but Defense Against the Dark Arts was soon added to the list.

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