[HP] The girl with black hair

Harry was holding the Blast-End Whelk next to the eyes of the students, which made Harry more sad than the indifferent eyes of Slytherin groups mocking Gryffindor. What was more disappointing was that even Ron didn't believe that he was really No name was thrown into the Goblet of Fire.

What upset Harry the most was his dream last night, in which there were pettigrews, three snakes and, Voldemort, he looked very weak, he didn't even have a normal human figure, and he couldn't even turn the pages of a book. Pettigrew helped him finish it, and Harry came out of his dream before he could see what book it was.

The rain last night did not know when it stopped, and the weak sunlight scattered in a dilapidated room in Riddle's house.

The 'rustling' sound of flipping through the books did not wake up the three snakes entrenched under the sofa, and Pettigrew endured sleepiness to open the next mail-order magazine for his master.

Waving his wrinkled hands, Pettigrew turned to the next page nervously. He quietly raised his head to look at the serious-faced baby. His swollen eyes and sore hands made the timid servant whisper Say: "Lord, why don't we let the little master choose by himself?"

The wrinkled baby was taken aback, and Tom looked up from the magazine: "Well said, Wormtail." He closed the magazine in front of him, "Let Malfoy find a way to send it to Mia."

His vigorous movements made Pettigrew, whose hands were sore, tremble. If it weren't for his desire for life, he might have let go. Even so, Pettigrew sent Mr. Big Malfoy the second seal of the month with a complicated expression. The letter of the magic mark.

Lucius' complexion was much more complicated than Pettigrew's. If it wasn't for the Dark Mark printed on it, he would never have paid attention to this kind of letter that seemed like a prank.

The content of the first time seemed to be very Death Eater, but the second time he actually asked him to buy a few mail-order magazines about witch dresses. Anyway, the Malfoy’s most indispensable thing was Gallon. Lucius arrived on time with the witch magazines We arrived at the agreed place, which was a lush forest.

According to the contents of the letter, Lucius put the book under a big tree with a green knot. When he turned his head, the stack of magazines disappeared, which made Lucius, who had vowed to catch him, useless And then, unexpectedly, the familiar letter today was put in his study again.

When Lucius saw the letter for the first time, his first reaction was not to open it, but to call the house elf: "Who has entered this study today?"

Green eyes as big as tennis balls looked up, and Dobby pointed to Lucius: "Only you, master."

Lucius continued to question: "Has anyone been to Malfoy Manor?"

"No wizard has ever visited, my lord."

Dobby's big ears moved, and he carefully glanced at Lucius who was looking down at him: "Is there something wrong, Master?"

"No," said Lucius, "you can go out Dobby."

Dobby's big eyes blinked, he was a little surprised that Lucius didn't punish him today.

"Why don't you go out?" Lucius walked around behind the desk and looked dangerously at the house-elf who stayed where he was.

"Dobby will go out immediately." Wearing clothes made of old fabrics, Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared in place immediately.

After he left, Lucius opened the letter.

At the end of the letter there was still a swimming Dark Mark, but the content didn't look like what a wicked Death Eater should do, nor what that lord should do, but the letter referred to another It is true that people's identities are more sensitive, so Lucius finally prepared the same magazine as last time according to the content of the letter and sent it to his son who also attended Hogwarts.

It was a sunny morning, and the golden eagle of Malfoy's family flew arrogantly in front of the owls, bringing a very large package to his little master.

Inside the package was still the candy that Mrs. Malfoy had made herself, but that only took up a small part of the package, the other part was from his father, but not for him.

Draco handed the package to the puzzled Artemia with a blank face.

"For me?" Artemia pointed to herself, and she opened the package after the boy on the other side nodded. Inside was a stack of magazines.

Millicent looked over, and took out one of them suspiciously and flipped through it: "Mail order magazine for dresses?"

The two girls looked at Draco, who was also puzzled.

The three puzzled faces looked at each other, and it took a long time for Draco to say uncertainly, "Maybe my dad wants to give you a dress?"

That's even more strange. Artemia thought that she and Mr. Malfoy were not familiar enough to give a dress as a gift.

Not only did she find it strange, but Draco who proposed the idea also found it strange, Malfoy had never had a good habit of helping others.

Millicent looked left and right, and suddenly realized: "Mr. Big Malfoy is not interested in...you?"

Although her voice was not very loud, it was still heard by Slytherin, who had been quietly pricking up her ears, and looked at the two parties in all directions without any trace.

Artemia: "..." She was speechless because of Millicent's rich imagination. Compared with such nonsensical guesses, she was more willing to believe that it was Tom who ordered Malfoy.

Draco pulled the corner of his mouth coldly: "This possibility is as impossible as Krum will invite you as a dance partner."

Although Millison also felt that Krum would definitely not invite her, when Dracomin said it, it still severely hit a star chasing girl with dreams. She glared at Draco angrily: "Mi Ya is much prettier than me."

Draco was stunned: "It's rare that you still have some self-knowledge."

Millicent said again: "So it's impossible for me, and Mia is not necessarily." Brat, your biggest rival in love is your father!cry!

Artemia glanced at her speechlessly: "It's impossible for me either."

The slender legs of the young man under the long table were crossed together, Draco curled his lips and gave Millicon a cold look, as if to say how ignorant her brain was.

The ears quietly listening to the gossip on the long table retracted silently, drawing a bright red cross on the originally exciting gossip.

Artemia knotted the package silently, and pushed it back in front of Draco: "Thank you Mr. Malfoy for your kindness, I won't accept it."

Draco stared at the package and nodded halfway: "Okay."

Draco promised to send the package back, but in fact, the stack of magazines was all on the young master's own desk. He sat on the chair and kept flipping the pages of the book. The good-looking page was ignored by him Tear it off mercilessly.

Draco quickly finished reading all the magazines until his eyes became sour, and there were several styles he thought were good piled up on his right hand.

Draco shook the torn pages proudly, he thought his dad's idea was really great, and in the end Draco chose a long silver dress that matched his gown.

The inside pages of the magazine passed through Lucius' hands and were delivered to Tom's eyes.

Tom glanced at it and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction: "As expected of my daughter, even the color she chose is very Slytherin."

Pettigrew, who was born in Gryffindor, didn't say a word. He thought the latest mission was too weird, choosing a dress for his little daughter?Shouldn't his master be doing something big and bang?

Lucius also had the same idea as him. He guessed who sent the letter with his clever brain, but the Malfoy master who handled all trivial matters by Mrs. Malfoy did not understand the Dark Lord's approach.

Narcissa, who was from the mother's perspective, said hesitantly, "Maybe it's the power of family affection that made that adult different."

Lucius frowned. If it was someone else, he might agree with his wife's thoughts, but if this person becomes another person, he thinks it's not that simple: "Maybe it's the lord's temptation to me?"

Use this little incident to confirm whether the Malfoy family is still obedient. After all, the Malfoy family quickly got rid of the accusation of Death Eaters after the Dark Lord lost power.

The more Lucius thought about it, the more he felt that the lord was testing him. His confident expression made Narcissa start to become serious: "Why don't we prepare some more jewelry?"

"Okay," Lucius nodded, "but don't be too deliberate, I think the lord must not want the news that we have already returned."

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Artemia pushed open the door of Moody's office on time, and saw the magic eye turning frantically: "I heard what happened today."

Artemia closed the door behind her backhand, denying it categorically: "It was all a misunderstanding."

"The Malfoy family are the most cunning wizards," Little Barty licked his upper lip, "especially Lucius, he must have guessed something to please you."

Artemia paused, "Please me?"

"He must have done it out of fear of his master's punishment, cunning fox."

Artemia thought about it, and it seemed to make sense, otherwise why would Malfoy send her something all of a sudden.

Little Barty glanced at the girl's expression, and bypassed the topic, "The opponents for the first match of the Triwizard Cup have been delivered today."

Artemia looked up at him: "What is it?"

Little Barty grinned big: "Fire Dragon."

His smile combined with Moody's face was indescribably vile. Artemia waved her wand and skillfully set up the cauldron: "The first competition is so exciting, where is the fire dragon arrangement?"

"Forbidden Forest," Little Barty said disdainfully, "There is also a Weasley in the team escorting the fire dragon."

The biggest impression of the name Weasley on Artemia is that there are really many children. So far, she has seen five in school. Compared with the pure-blood family with only one heir, the Weasley family It really adds a lot to the number of pure bloods. Although they are called pure blood traitors, the fact that the Weasleys are all pure bloods cannot be changed.

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