[HP] The girl with black hair

Hogwarts hasn’t decorated the auditorium so grandly in hundreds of years. More than a dozen pine trees are placed in the front of the auditorium. The walls are covered with silver-white frost, the ceiling is covered with snowflakes, and even the floor has been replaced. The color is like being in a world of ice and snow.

With the sound of wonderful music, the crowd danced on the dance floor, and everyone was smiling.

Draco's face became more and more stiff, and Artemia's face became more and more guilty. It seemed quite simple, and she remembered it after reading it, but her wisdom may have fallen on her brain. As for her limbs, they are not very harmonious.

Just after the first round of music stopped, the two of them left this painful dance floor together in a tacit understanding.

Draco sat on the stool and swayed his feet: "I can't believe that smart Miss Box can't dance."

Artemia replied to him in another way: "I can't dance because I'm too smart, what about you? Why are you so good at dancing?

Draco choked, he found that he seems to have been at a disadvantage in speaking recently?Often choked and speechless.

He skimmed over this topic and took an apple for himself and gnawed on it. After eating, Draco looked at the girl beside him: "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Artemia glanced at the dance floor that didn't match her, and readily agreed: "Okay."

It snows every year near Christmas, and this year is no exception. The castle and the ground have accumulated a thick layer of snow. The quiet atmosphere outside the castle is in stark contrast to the noise of the auditorium.

Artemia's warming spell was always expected to be quick, and Draco had gone from unnatural to numb, and sometimes even opened his mouth.

The leather shoes and high heels left two footprints, one big and one small, in the snow. The footprints stretched eastward from the corridor outside the castle. They passed the Durmstrang ship moored in the Black Lake, far away. Artemia saw the blue pumpkin carriage. The windows of the carriage were frozen by the cold ice, and it was covered with white snow and transparent icicles.

At this time, there was no one on the boat, the carriage, or Hagrid's hut in front. Draco looked at his leather shoes and then at the pointed high-heeled shoes under the girl's feet. Before she changed back to the flat shoes, he !Never invite her to dance again!

After only walking this distance, Artemia regretted her choice. Is it because the auditorium is not good?Is the stool uncomfortable?Why did she come out to seek guilt!Thinking of this, the girl stopped.

The pure white snow refracted a faint light for the night, and the silver dress shone even more in the dark night, so that when she stopped, Draco felt it all at once, and he tilted his head to look at the girl: "What's wrong?"

Artemia curled her lips and said, "My feet hurt."

"..." Draco lost his voice for a second: "Is it okay?" In his impression, girls seem to be born to wear this kind of shoes, such as his mother, she can wear high heels for afternoon tea at home, and even more so. Walking like flying in Diagon Alley, faster than him.

Artemia stared at him: "Not good."

Draco's Adam's apple rolled, and he looked around: "Do you want me to carry you back?"

Artemia glanced at his shoes and then at her own, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you know how to wear high heels?"

Draco felt for a moment that his ears were broken, and he asked again: "What did you say?"

The girl looked at him expectantly: "Let's change shoes, you wear mine, I wear yours."

"Impossible!" Draco refused her without thinking, "And we both have different shoe sizes."

"Oh." Artemia withdrew her eyes in disappointment, and Xiaosi also retracted them. She really wanted to see Draco's clothes, and it would be no problem to dress up as a woman based on his looks.

Draco glanced at her, sighed softly, and knelt down: "Come on, I'll carry you back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his back sinking, and he rested his palms on the ground to relieve the gravity, otherwise the handsome face of Young Master Malfoy would be buried in the snowdrift today.

Two pairs of footprints became a pair of footprints, and the shadow on the snow reflected the young man's slow pace.

When they went back and passed the auditorium, the elegant piano sound inside had changed, and they didn't need to go in to see that there must be a group of demons dancing wildly inside.

Draco let out a cold snort of disdain, and walked down the stairs until they reached the cellar. They didn't meet a single student. Those above the fourth grade were all in the auditorium, and those under the fourth grade were not allowed to participate in the Christmas ball. No one wants to stay in school.

The whole lounge was exceptionally quiet, so quiet that the sound of burning flames seemed to be right next to him, and the sound of another person's breathing seemed to be within easy reach.

Draco ruffled his hair, took out a small box from his pocket, and unbuttoned it before Artemia could react.

A golden snitch rests on a black velvet cushion.

Artemia froze for a moment.

"Christmas present, I want to give it to you personally."

The dim light fell on the boy's head, his blond hair was brighter than any light at this moment.

The gray-blue eyes stared into the girl's dark eyes: "I won this last year with my own hands, and I want to give it to you, my beloved girl."

Artemia suddenly had a sore nose.

He probably didn't know that Florin's Ice Cream wasn't the first time she'd seen him.

It was in the Quidditch boutique. The little blond boy was looking at the latest broom with joy on his face. His father was like a little boy who was one size bigger. Although his face was indifferent, his eyes could not hide However, when the little boy turned around, he quickly hid his emotions, and very coldly and firmly rejected the little boy's desire to buy a real broomstick.

"Draco, you're too young to play with toy broomsticks."

Little Artemia blinked, and it turned out that the handsome little boy was called Draco, a nice name.

"Hmm..." Little Draco lowered his head in disappointment, and after a while he raised his head and stared at his father: "Then can I buy something else to go home?"

"…Can."

Little Draco brightened up quickly, his eyes wandering around.

Little Artemia also looked at him carefully, and then she met the boy's eyes, she couldn't help but get nervous, and then she saw the little boy's finger pointing at her.

"Dad, I want to buy that golden snitch. I will definitely become an excellent Seeker in the future!"

The long-haired father frowned, and the snake-headed cane lightly tapped on Draco's shoulder, "No nonsense."

But he ended up paying for the Snitch.

Little Artemia watched their backs disappear from the crowd in Diagon Alley and turned to look at the clerk at the counter: "Who are they?"

The clerk glanced at her: "Malfoy."

He bowed his head and counted the money again, and handed it to her after confirming that there was no problem: "Hey, the count is done."

Little Artemia spread her hands and counted them carefully before putting them into the small handbag, and said with a sweet smile, "Next time you need potions, remember to come to my house."

It wasn't until the clerk waved his hand that she turned and left. Through the door that hadn't been closed, she heard him sneer in disdain: "A squib."

Little Artemia has long been used to this kind of sound, she was taken aback for a while and could smile sweetly at the adults passing by.

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Draco looked helplessly at the tearful girl in front of him, and his words became stammered: "You...what's wrong with you? Don't you... like it?"

Artemia buried her face in her hands: "I like it."

She is no longer that weak little girl who can be bullied by everyone. She has what she has always envied, family affection and magic power, and she is even stronger than anyone else.

Draco wiped the girl's tears with his sleeves indiscriminately: "What's wrong with you? What did I say wrong?"

"No." Artemia looked at the boy with red eyes: "Are you still thinking about that bullshit glory and benefit?"

Draco glanced at her, and wiped away the girl's tears with his fingertips: "You call it bullshit."

He straightened up and sat next to the girl: "I've thought about it carefully for a long time. Even if Malfoy's gold Galleons are thrown away every day for several lifetimes, they won't be used up. As for Malfoy's glory, my father can live long enough to cultivate it hard." An heir."

Artemia blinked, in disbelief: "Your parents are so old and you want them to have a second child!"

"..." Draco was silent for a moment, exasperated: "I'm talking about you! You and mine...well" His voice became smaller and smaller in the girl's sight: "Child."

Artemia was still immersed in the last topic: "But didn't you maintain what you said at the beginning?"

"Yes, isn't it me who maintains this?"

Artemia was silent for a moment, and asked a question she wanted to ask but didn't ask before: "What is Malfoy's glory?"

"Malfoy's glory is..." Draco stared blankly at the girl, "Pure blood?"

"........."

"........."

"It's such a great honor, hehe."

Draco was furious: "What about my Christmas present?!"

"Isn't it enough honor to give you the Malfoy family?"

The boy's fair face turned red suddenly, and he raised his neck to retort: ​​"So you just didn't prepare a Christmas present, did you!"

Ready, but a little out of hand now.

Artemia used the Flying Curse to summon a scarf under Draco's increasingly dangerous sight, but this did not ease the young master's dissatisfied expression at all, and she tied it around the boy's neck flatteringly: "Ah, you It looks so pretty, so pretty, it's especially suitable for you."

"It was still a sweater the year before last."

Artemia tried to quibble: "I don't have any money."

Draco looked disbelieving.

It is true that I have no money. This roll of wool is still the same as before, but the remaining half is knitted into another sweater with TR embroidered on it.

Zabini came back exhausted to see his roommate ordering wool?

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感谢在2020-05-2502:26:19~2020-05-2601:52:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Hayden, the Lord of the Farmer's Market;

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