[HP] The girl with black hair

England has entered the rainy season since October. Dark clouds piled up in the sky, and the rain hit the stones with a 'tick-tick' sound. Especially tonight, the rain was particularly heavy, and the fog shrouded the entire Hogwarts like a haze. The sky above seemed to reflect the tense atmosphere today.

The principal's office on the eighth floor.

'Moody' stared viciously at Snape in black robe, as if saying that you also have problems.

"Alastor," Dumbledore gave him a serious look, "this must be a conspiracy, someone wants to kill Harry."

"Of course, that's for sure! What do you think, Snape!"

Snape's greasy hair still hung down on both sides, and when both eyes were looking at him, he said lightly: "I have the same thoughts as you, Mr. Headmaster."

"So," Dumbledore thought for a while, "what is Pox doing recently?"

"... In class, I'm sorry to say that even if Pox's magic power is higher than that of her peers, she can't cross the age line"

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at the gloomy Snape: "Perhaps Severus, you still have to guide our students after class."

'Moody''s magical eyes frantically flicked between Dumbledore and Snape, "Albus, you can get Porcus to me." He glanced at Snape suspiciously, "After all, some people It also has a dark history."

Even though he was suspected of his position, Snape's expression remained calm: "Then I wonder if Miss Box can survive until the end of the semester."

"I do not believe you!"

"Alastor," Dumbledore called to him, "Severus is our friend, and I absolutely trust him."

'Moody' cast a gloomy glance at the man standing opposite, and it took a long time for the magic eye to look at Dumbledore and whisper, "Allright."

The compromise of 'Moody' made Snape slightly twitch the corner of his mouth, "But please forgive me for refusing to tutor Miss Box this semester, but as far as I know Mr. Moody seems to like tutoring students, Nah Wasn't Will Longbottom?"

'Moody''s magic eyes rolled nervously, and he held the cane tightly with both hands, "So what."

Snape sneered: "Compared to the very free Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, my Potions class is very! Busy!"

Dumbledore looked around for a while and said, "Then Pox will be left to you, Alastor."

'Moody' stared at Snape and nodded.

"And Harry, Alastor will watch Harry, okay?"

This time, 'Moody' propped up his crutches and stood up straight: "No problem."

Leaving the principal's office, the sound of raindrops became more intense, and gusts of cool wind blew through the window onto the two people who were staring at each other.

'Moody' and Snape looked away together, the two walked the same path in silence, then turned their heads and walked in two completely different directions.

—

'Moody' pushed open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and met the girl's dark eyes. The girl's hand was flipping through the names on the table, and when she saw the door, 'Moody' slapped me indifferently. Say hello, "You're back."

"Well, have you been here for a long time?" Little Barty closed the wooden door casually, and hurriedly sat down on the chair and took off the artificial leg.

"Just here." Artemia twitched the corners of her mouth seeing his movements. He has become more and more casual recently. He would never do these movements in front of her before.

Little Barty slumped on the chair, the effect of the compound decoction had not disappeared, and the prosthetic leg was indeed very uncomfortable. He looked at the girl and stuck out the tip of his tongue: "Dumbledore is suspicious of you, he is still so suspicious."

"Oh," Artemia raised her eyebrows, "it's not surprising at all, why did he ask Snape to look at me again?"

"Yes," Little Barty said, "but in the end Dumbledore handed you over to me, and he asked me to take care of Harry Potter."

The girl frowned: "Is it that simple?"

"I'm Moody now, Dumbledore," Little Barty sneered, and said sarcastically, "The great white wizard, how could he doubt his friend, a damned poor bastard."

Little Batty took off the magic eye and put it on the table together with the flagon he carried with him. His face was slowly changing, and he stuck out his tongue until he returned to his own appearance and continued: "Igor Kakalo Husband is indeed a stupid and courageous person, his eyes almost speak for him."

"So, he is indeed a good target. With him in Dumbledore, Dumbledore will pay more attention to him." Artemia smiled and looked at Little Barty who was still slumped on the chair : "When does the first race start?"

"November 24nd."

Artemia made the calculations: "It's almost a month away." Merlin blesses Potter to persevere until the end.

—

Early on Monday morning, a gray owl flew to Artemia and brought her a letter.

Millicent watched the owl casually peck two corn kernels before flying away. She looked curiously at the girl reading the letter next to her: "The school owl? Who gave you the letter?"

Artemia glanced at it casually and handed it to Millicon, and said lightly: "Professor Dumbledore, he said that Professor Moody is willing to give me free after-school guidance, in terms of resisting the dark arts. There's nothing better than him."

Millicent stared at it again, and said in disbelief: "Professor Moody! I would rather believe that he will use black magic on you."

Draco frowned and pulled out the parchment from Millicent's fingertips, and every time he glanced at him, his eyes became more dangerous: "Is Dumbledore crazy, I want to write a letter to my father!"

Artemia hadn't heard him complain to Mr. Malfoy for a long time, and upon hearing that, she tilted her head and looked at Draco's side face for a while and said, "It's okay, no matter how crazy Moody is, he won't hurt me at school. Yes, after all, he is not an Auror who can arrest people into Azkaban now, instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about the class coming soon."

Millicent froze for a moment, and buried his face in his hands: "Hagrid's class, I don't want to raise those fried-tailed snails anymore."

Draco's expression suddenly became ugly, that ugly little thing not only looked unreasonably ugly, but also had a very bad smell, that smell was like the smell of rotten fish soup on dinner, Disgusting.

After thinking about it, Draco pushed away the dinner plate in front of him, looked at the girl opposite and said, "If Moody dares to cast a curse on you, I will write to my father and throw Moody into Azkaban. "

Artemia stopped drinking the oatmeal, looked at the blond boy with a serious face opposite, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

—

The yellow dirt road at Hagrid's hut was washed away by the pouring rain last night. When the students walked to the grass where they had classes, a thick layer of mud had already accumulated on the soles of their feet. The students who were already in a bad mood became even more irritable.

The snails that grow up day by day no longer just stay quietly in the box for the students to watch at the beginning. Their temper has become very irritable, and sometimes they even emit sparks. Since they have not yet fully grown Hard carapace, their sparks have not yet reached the point of danger.

Hagrid was much more excited than every student who was frowning. He clapped his hands and called the scattered students together: "Students, now the snails can live out of the wooden box, today your task It's just that everyone takes them for a walk."

Draco immediately frowned in disgust: "I don't understand why we take them for a walk."

It was rare that Gryffindor agreed with him this time.

Hagrid: "Because they're babies now, they need fresh air to keep them growing up healthy."

Draco said sarcastically: "I don't understand why this kind of thing grows up. When it grows up, it will help you take care of the nursing home?"

Goyle and Crabbe sneered behind him, and Gryffindor and Slytherin agreed for the first time.

The big stupid man paused, glanced at the three little ones beside him, and puffed up his chest: "Malfoy, I'm a professor! If you're disobedient! I'll deduct your points!"

Draco reluctantly took a snail in the end.

The irritable snail seemed to feel the enthusiastic gaze of the boy above his head, and he squatted on the ground peacefully. Compared with other students who ran with him, it was very well-behaved.

The Artemia is the biggest of all the snails, it is about half a foot bigger than its companions, and it is also the worst tempered one, it keeps trying to attack The one at Draco's feet, for which Artemia had to pull it a little farther.

Draco's face smelled worse, and the snails underfoot were quieter.

The students passing by silently took note of this particularly well-behaved snail, hoping to grab this one first next time.

Harry was ostracized by Gryffindor students, including his best friend Ron, because of the Triwizard Cup.

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