[HP] The girl with black hair

Early the next morning, Artemia realized that today was a little different from usual. She looked around and stared at the medal with a frown: "Support Cedric Diggory, the real Hogwarts player? What is it?"

"It's more than that," Draco's mouth twitched slightly, and he lightly pressed the red lettering on the medal on his chest, which turned green.

"Potter stinks?"

Draco raised his eyebrows: "Hmm~"

Even if Harry's entry was an accident, as long as it can make Scarhead eat up, he's willing to wear this ugly medal around the school, especially in front of Potter.

Artemia looked at the line of words in disgust, opened her mouth and spit out three words: "It's too ugly."

She had a premonition that Draco would definitely go to provoke Harry, and Draco usually went there excitedly and then came back angrily.

But she herself didn't expect her prediction to come so quickly. Mr. Draco Malfoy was turned into a ferret by Professor Moody. The news spread like wildfire, and spread to the auditorium in a short time.

Artemia froze for a moment when she heard the news, and immediately ran to the lawn outside the auditorium. The ferret was floating up and down in the air, struggling helplessly with its limbs and tail.

Millicent ran out right behind her, and she looked at the ferret in the air in some panic: "Merlin's beard! This...what to do..."

Good question, Artemia drew her wand.

The ferret fell to the ground and became Draco. Draco was stunned for a moment and quickly got up and hid behind the tree. He really didn't want the girl to see him in a mess.

Artemia ran over quickly, aiming her wand at Moody who wanted to continue casting spells. She frowned and looked at him and then at Harry who was smiling happily. In an instant, she understood why he did this .

In order to gain Harry Potter's favorability and help him taunt his arch-enemy, it's really easy to feel goodwill.

'Moody' looked at her fiercely: "Get out of the way! Box!"

Artemia frowned, but did not move her wand: "You attacked a student, which is a serious violation of the teacher's rules!"

'Moody' looked past her at the blond boy behind the tree: "Come out! Don't hide behind women! Like your cowardly and despicable father!"

Draco poked his head out from behind the tree trunk, his blond hair was messy and stuck to his fair cheeks, with tears of humiliation in his eyes, he looked at Moody viciously: "I will definitely tell my dad! You Wait!"

"You're threatening me!" Moody walked briskly with a cane in hand, ready to grab Draco who was hiding behind a tree.

Artemia stood in front of Draco again, and before she could say anything, she heard Professor McGonagall's cry.

McGonagall stared at them seriously: "What are you doing—Professor Moody? Miss Box?"

'Moody' paused, put away his wand: "Teaching."

Mag looked at the girl.

Artemia turned her head to look at Draco's embarrassed look, then at the silent students around her, put away her wand and said, "Professor Moody has benefited me a lot."

She took Draco away under Professor McGonagall's suspicious gaze.

Artemia took Draco to skip the history of magic in the afternoon. This was the first time that the two good students skipped class openly.

Artemia looked at the boy beside her and pinched her earlobe guiltily. Batty was too much to discuss with her. If she knew, she would definitely refuse to use this method, although he is very useful .

Draco felt that he had never been so embarrassed. He was still under the nose of the girl he liked, and the boy lowered his head sadly, his gray-blue eyes staring at the ground absently.

The warm afternoon sun shines on the lake, and the octopus enjoys the afternoon sun with its tentacles stretched out on the lake.

Artemia watched the action of the sucker sucking and releasing, thinking about how to comfort Draco without hurting his fragile heart.

Draco had been waiting for Artemia to speak, and he remembered his father's words to reap the greatest benefits in the most suitable occasion.

Now was the perfect occasion, and Draco waited eagerly.

Artemia remembered what Little Barty said yesterday, the fire dragon is the first competition, and the dragon is in the Forbidden Forest.

Artemia was silent for a moment, then looked at the sad boy: "Do you want to see the dragon?"

Draco froze for a moment, raised his head in doubt: "What?"

Her sad ears were hard to use, Artemia twisted her fingers and said, "Dragon? Do you want to see a dragon?"

Her tone seemed to be talking to a patient with ear problems, and Draco twitched the corners of his mouth, "There are dragons? At school?"

The girl nodded, looked around and whispered, "The first event of the Triwizard Tournament is dragon fighting."

Draco's eyes widened, this is indeed good news.

He guessed: "Four dragons?"

Artemia shook her head: "I don't know, do you want to see it?"

"...Think," Draco could still think of Potter at this moment, "Scarhead is dead, I'm sure he won't survive the first project."

Artemia's forehead twitched.

Then he will be disappointed, Harry will definitely be able to pass the first project, and he must go to the end to get the Triwizard Cup, which represents glory.

Draco had already left behind the benefits he wanted to wait for, and followed Artemia all the way to the temporary camp in the Forbidden Forest in good spirits.

They stopped in front of the grass in the camp, where there were dragons roaring and stomping, and Ministry of Magic officials trying to appease them, but obviously they were unsuccessful, and the flames sprayed into the air and nearly burned them. a wizard.

Artemia looked at the extremely ferocious fire dragon in horror. It had a pair of long horns on top of its head, its body was covered with black scales, and its back and tail were covered with sharp thorns. It just hurts.

"That's the Hungarian Horntail," Draco said, looking her in the eye. "It's the most dangerous dragon out of the four, and it shoots flames the furthest of all the dragons, about fifty feet."

After he finished speaking, he smiled wickedly: "I hope Scarhead can draw this dragon."

No!I hope not!Artemia looked at the green dragon, which was very quiet compared to the violent Hungarian Horntail. This one was very good, and it was much easier to deal with from the sound.

"That's the Welsh green dragon, the one with the best temper here," Draco explained excitedly, "The blue flame-breathing one is the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon, and the red one is the Chinese Fireball Dragon. It is the heaviest dragon among the fire dragons except Wulanke Iron Belly."

Artemia listened to his explanation, as if she felt like she was in a classroom. She looked at Draco, who seemed to have stars in his eyes, and continued to squat in the grass with him.

Draco didn't leave until late at night, and he walked back and said, "I must raise a dragon in my backyard!" He asked the girl next to him excitedly, "What do you like?" Is it?"

In fact, when he was looking at the dragon excitedly, Artemia had already played several haches. Apart from remembering the name of the extremely ferocious Hungarian Horntail, the impression of the other three dragons was only red. blue and green.

Artemia replied perfunctorily: "I like them all, red, blue and green, the colors are all pretty."

The dragon had made Draco completely forget to put the afternoon's humiliation behind him, and Draco's excitement was still there until the next morning.

Compared to the excited Draco, Artemia received Dumbledore's letter early in the morning.

Artemia skillfully stepped up the stairs, and read the password in the letter to the golden eagle: "Iced lemon juice."

Dumbledore had been waiting for the little black-haired witch, and when Artemia knocked on the door, he could still wink and ask her, "Would you like some taffy?"

Artemia shook her head: "No, Professor Dumbledore, eating sugar in the morning will cause tooth decay."

Dumbledore put down his hands regretfully, and asked friendlyly, "What kind of dessert do you want?"

Artemia thought for a while: "Maybe you can bring me a vanilla ice cream?"

Under the long beard, the corners of the white-haired old man's mouth twitched. Eating ice cream in the morning is better than eating candy in the morning, but he still has to meet the requirements of the students, right? The old man waved his hand.

Artemia looked at the ice cream in front of her and smiled happily at the loving old man.

oh!Merlin's smelly socks!Dumbledore blinked, this face is smiling at you!He coughed lightly: "Okay, girl, I came to you mainly because I heard that you didn't go to class yesterday afternoon and evening, may I ask why?"

It can be seen that whoever skipped a class will be called to the principal's office, and the other person who skipped class with her should be happily eating breakfast now.

Artemia raised her head, staring at the old man in front of her with red eyes: "I don't want to take Professor Moody's class anymore, he is too fierce."

Dumbledore was in a trance for a while, and after a while he said, "Moody's spell is very powerful, and you will learn a lot, kid."

He wasn't surprised by Alastor's attitude at all. After all, Death Eaters were the ones he hated the most. Pox would get the best surveillance with him. Nothing could hide from the eyes of an Auror.

Artemia left slowly after finishing her breakfast in the principal's office. Before she left, she gave the white-haired old man a pitiful look.

Dumbledore smiled and reminded her: "The class time is coming soon, Professor Feliway should not want you to be late."