[HP] The girl with black hair

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class for Year [-] is on Thursday afternoon.

Alastor Moody used to be a former Auror with great military exploits. He was at the forefront of fighting against the dark forces. Most of the Death Eaters in Azkaban were captured by this old man himself; he hated Death Eaters, especially Slytherins who may become the new Death Eaters.

In Moody's mind, Artemia is already a sure-fire little Death Eater, followed by the little kid of the Malfoy family. He firmly believes that there is such a kid as there is.

When 'Moody' turned into Moody, both Artemia and Draco would inevitably suffer, and little Barty was worried about his little master, the big spider just walked around on the back of her hand, Draco was in a more miserable situation. The spider pawed at his face and enjoyed the young master's panicked screams before moving on to another student.

After just one class, 'Moody' became the most unpopular professor in Slytherin after Hagrid, but 'Moody' got his target - Harry Potter's favorite.

"That madman!" Draco wiped his face again, and his face was completely red.

Artemia said, "So it's not for nothing that he's called Mad-Eye."

Draco glanced at her angrily: "Where are you from!"

Artemia thought about it: "Do you need me to scold him for you? Mad-Eye Moody?"

She was obviously serious, but with a questioning tone, there was always a perfunctory feeling. Draco pursed his lips and waved his hands, "Forget it, I have a big heart."

His words received disapproving gazes from four people, but no one came to point out this small problem.

Millicent winked quietly to the right side of the long table: "Parkinson just arrived today. I heard that her father wants to transfer her to another school this summer."

Artemia glanced away and looked back: "Then why is she back again?"

"Ask him." Millicent looked at Draco.

Hearing the news and hearing about himself, Draco was stunned for a moment, met Artemia's gaze, and hurriedly denied: "I don't know! I haven't seen her in a whole summer vacation!"

Millicent smiled wickedly: "Pansy likes you very much, especially the 11-year-old Pansy."

Just as she was talking, Pansy came over, and her target was obviously Draco who was the most conspicuous on the long table.

Pansy glanced at Goyle and Crabbe on both sides of Draco with disgust: "Any one of you, get out of the way."

Goyle and Crabbe gnawed on a roast chicken leg as if they hadn't heard.

Pansy looked at the one sitting firmly between them: "Draco."

Draco glanced at Artemia, who was watching the excitement with her chin resting on her chin, and flicked her cold eyes towards Pansy: "What's the matter, Miss Parkinson."

Pan Xi nodded: "I think you can help me recall the past three years, you know I don't even remember."

She looked at the blond boy with sparkling eyes, as if she felt that he would not reject her.

"I don't have Miss Parkinson, and we don't know each other very well, I hope you don't call me by my Christian name," Draco continued under Pansy's increasingly stiff face, "You might as well go to St. Ge, if you are short of money, I can help you."

Although the Parkinson family is not as rich as Malfoy, it is not enough to afford such a small amount of money. His words hit Pansy's non-stop like a death curse for a little girl who admired her. beating heart.

Pansy left in a daze, and Draco quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Why didn't Black wipe out all her memories?"

Artemia raised her eyebrows slightly: "Probably unfamiliar."

Millicent nodded confidently: "It must be, it's good that he can still use magic spells after so many years in Azkaban."

The real culprit twitched the corners of her mouth, as Merlin swore, she really didn't mislead everyone into thinking this way, and can only say that the reputation of Death Eaters is a good tool to take the blame.

She owed Sirius a favor. If he had something to do in the future and she knew about it, Artemia was willing to help him, in order to repay the blame he had borne for her this time.

Artemia is loved by all the professors except Moody and Hagrid. No one of her peers is smarter or more magical than her. Even Hermione, who is known as a know-it-all, is ashamed of herself.

All of Hermione’s knowledge comes from books. For the same spell, the effect issued by Artemia’s wand is much stronger than that of Hermione. Even Professor Flitwick will often tell Hermione not to be too attached to books. The more important thing is to improve in actual combat.

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When the snails grew to two feet, the registration for the Triwizard Tournament ended. After the dinner, all the students, including the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons who came from afar, watched nervously. Goblet of Fire with blue flames.

The color of the flame suddenly changed from blue to red, and the red flame shot up high, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out.

All eyes were fixed on the piece of paper, Artemia felt her arm hurt, looked down to see that Millicent was tightly encircling her arm, when she raised her head, Dumbledore had already Grab the paper.

Dumbledore's voice resounded clearly throughout the auditorium: "The warrior representing Durmstrang is Viktor Krum."

Durmstrang's seat was the first to applaud, and then the entire hall applauded.

Krum walked into the room belonging to the warriors amid applause and cheers.

The Goblet of Fire quickly turned red again, and a second parchment flew out.

"The warrior representing Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour."

The applause resounded through the auditorium again, but this time the applause from the girls was not very enthusiastic.

Fleur also disappeared into the corridor.

Then there should be the Hogwarts warriors, the Goblet of Fire turned red for the third time, and the third parchment flew out.

"The warrior representing Hogwarts is Cedric Digory!"

This was the first time Artemia had heard of the name, but Draco knew him very well, "He's the Seeker and Captain of Hufflepuff Quidditch."

Artemia nodded, and Millicent took her hand again and said excitedly, "Mia, he's so handsome!"

Artemia let her hold her hand vigorously, teasingly said: "You change your mind so quickly, Krum should be sad." She kept looking at the Goblet of Fire as she spoke.

As the applause gradually fell, Dumbledore said: "Now, the three warriors have been selected, but in the end, only one warrior can be recorded in the history books, and only one can lift the championship trophy—the Triwizard Cup!"

Amidst a burst of applause, Artemia slightly raised the corners of her mouth, raised her hands and clapped her hands.

The Goblet of Fire turned red again, Dumbledore walked over anxiously, red sparks flew everywhere, and in a long flame, a piece of burning parchment flew out.

This time Dumbledore's voice was no longer high, and he whispered the name above: "Harry Potter."

But even so, his voice still reached the ears of every student in the quiet auditorium.

"Harry Potter?!"

Artemia looked towards the Gryffindor table, and Harry looked frozen, as if trying to hide himself when Dumbledore called his name again.

Harry was pushed out by Hermione in the end, every step he took was very slow, there was no applause, only everyone watched quietly, Harry walked to Dumbledore blankly and took the paper that said he The name, but not the name in his handwriting, went down the same corridor as the other warriors had walked.

When everyone was looking at Harry, only two people looked at Artemia, one was Dumbledore, and the other was Draco.

The professors announced their disbandment after Harry walked in, and the whole auditorium was full of noise, especially the little wizards under 17 years old, their voices were the loudest.

Draco said something inexplicable to Artemia in a noisy situation, which was very strange to other people's ears.

"Going to Honeydukes to buy a candy tower?"

Artemia smiled and said, "Maybe I can treat you to a butter beer first."

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感谢在2020-05-1902:47:58~2020-05-2000:11:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of meaning; but 1 bottle for a hundred years in a hurry;

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