[HP] The girl with black hair

All the students got up very late the next day. It was the Christmas holiday and there were no classes at school. They could sleep as long as they wanted, as long as they didn’t get hungry because they missed the meal.

The house elves at Hogwarts have never cooked food for so many students at Christmas. They are excited and busy in the kitchen. Even if there are few students who get up to eat breakfast in the morning, their enthusiasm is not hindered. Even richer in the morning.

The crisp sound of porcelain colliding and the sound of hache echoed in the auditorium one after another.

Millicent was eating happily. In order to successfully put on the dress, she hadn't eaten properly for several days. Even her favorite little pudding could only watch them being divided up by others.

Artemia rested her chin as she watched Draco show off his new scarf with a botch.

Zabini, who had been abused by him many times, finally couldn't take it anymore: "So that's why you bought a lot of wool overnight?" He moved two inches to the side, and looked at the girl sideways with peachy eyes.

Artemia, who was watching the play, froze for a moment, and looked at the suddenly stiff blond boy, she suddenly realized something.

Draco put down his hand resentfully, coughed softly, and glared at Zabini with the corner of his mouth hooked.

Zabini shrugged indifferently, put down his knife and fork to find his new girlfriend from yesterday.

Artemia glanced at the little snakes who suddenly became energetic around her, glanced at Draco and then at the door, before Draco could respond, she walked out first.

Draco glared at Zabini who was among the students of Beauxbatons, and looked around the little snakes warningly before going out.

Crabbe gnawed on the chicken leg and looked at Draco who was leaving in surprise, then glanced at Goyle and Millicent who were also eating well, and silently looked away. Draco probably doesn't want him to follow now, right?

Draco really didn't need him to follow, he didn't remember them until he walked into the auditorium, and when he turned around and found that they were still eating, he frowned with a sigh of relief.

Draco followed Artemia all the way to the small garden outside the restaurant.

Artemia was talking about how she should borrow his family's golden sculpture from him when she heard Draco's voice.

"That's what I bought for myself."

He saw Artemia's gaze and nodded seriously: "Yes, that's it."

Artemia looked at him strangely, and said following his words: "What do you buy wool for?"

"Well..." He tilted his head and looked away: "Buying for fun."

"what?"

Draco raised his neck and said guiltily, "I have money, what's wrong with buying wool for fun."

"Oh." Artemia replied lightly, she was poor and didn't deserve such extravagant hobbies.

She glanced at Draco and asked him quietly, "Is your golden eagle in the Owl Tower?"

"Yeah," Draco gave her a confused look, "do you want to send a letter?"

Artemia nodded: Can I use your golden sculpture? "

Draco responded for a moment, and raised the corners of his mouth proudly: "Not everyone can use my golden eagle."

He glanced at the girl's face pretending to be ferocious, and squeezed her face amusedly: "But of course it doesn't include you, as long as you change your surname, of course you can use it as you like, or just use it for you."

Artemia was taken aback by his provocative tone, she blushed and knocked off his hand, and raised her voice fiercely: "Do you want to borrow it or not!"

Draco raised his chin: "Pox has requirements."

Artemia didn't answer, just looked at him quietly.

"Borrow one sweater at a time." Draco seized the opportunity to negotiate terms with her.

The corners of Artemia's mouth twitched, Tom and little Barty were right, cunning Malfoy, even little Malfoy is so cunning!

"One sweater five times." Artemis bargained with him.

"twice."

"Four times, sweaters are hard to knit!"

Draco paused, thinking about it anyway, since he didn't need to deliver the letter, it would be considered a profit, he put away his little abacus, and pretended to be reluctant: "That's okay."

Artemia also put away her little abacus, and made a gesture of victory in her heart, which she only used once anyway.

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The golden eagle flew all the way from Hogwarts to Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire with the gift box, circled the manor before heading towards Riddle Manor outside Little Hangleton Village.

It condescended to stop in this dilapidated building, dropped the gift box and flew away from this place without even asking for a ration. In its opinion, this place was not worthy of its precious feathers.

Fortunately, the golden eagle's speed was fast enough, and the green light only touched one of its feathers.

The people and snakes in the room were startled by the sudden appearance of the golden eagle, only Tom, who reacted quickly, used his most familiar spell—Avada Kedavra—on the sudden creature without thinking.

But obviously, no matter how fast he was, he was not faster than the golden eagle. Only the brown feather and the gift box floating on the ground announced that an unexpected guest appeared in this room just now.

Missing in front of his subordinates made the face-saving Dark Lord feel a little embarrassed, and the Vanishing Curse turned into a Cutting Curse after hesitation.

The ribbon that Artemia had carefully tied was turned into pieces by an easy cutting spell by her incomprehensible father.

Tom saw what was inside with his good eyesight, a green sweater and a letter?

After a moment of silence in the room, Pettigrew carefully walked over and said hesitantly, "Lord, it's a... roaring letter."

Tom was taken aback: "What?"

Pettigrew dared not speak.

He didn't dare to speak, the three remaining snakes in the house dared, Sego experienced another molt during this period, he is now as big as Nagini, except for his eyes, his body has grown back to its original length A matter of time, only Herman has maintained a slender figure.

It was no loss for Sego to not have those eyes. On the contrary, he was more comfortable. He could look at whoever he wanted, and he didn't have to worry about hurting Salazar's descendants and his friends.

Sego's icy scales brushed past Pettigrew and swam to the sweater, sniffed it lightly, and said, "It's the smell of Mia."

His words can only be understood by the baby on the sofa and the remaining two snakes. Tom often communicates with them in snake language. Interpreting for him, Pettigrew stood quietly and listened to the hissing sound that filled the room.

Tom had figured out what was going on, and his daughter had sent him a Howler, well, no one had ever had the guts to send him a Howler!

He wants to see what dissatisfaction she has with him!This unfilial daughter!

The Levitating Charm opened the seal of the envelope, and Artemia's voice came from the letter. She read a short letter in Parseltongue:

'I'm sure you must be very angry when you receive this letter, but there is no way, you don't think of it as a shouting letter, it's just a letter that records the sound; the mission was carried out successfully, You don't have to worry, I'm sorry for the late greeting, Merry Christmas Stinky Tom, by the way, you don't have any Christmas presents this year, you don't even have any Christmas greetings, I'll take note, you owe me 14 years of Christmas gifts Oh. '

After she finished speaking, the letter shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Tom froze on the couch, not even coming to clean up in time.

What does it mean not getting a Christmas present? ?And she called him that nasty name again!It's really time to teach her a lesson!

Tom glanced at the green sweater, curled his lips in distaste, "It's too ugly." He moved his magic wand as he spoke, and the green sweater turned black, and even the TR abbreviation on it disappeared.

The wand moved again, and the next moment the sweater was already worn under the black robe, Tom curled his lips in satisfaction.

The next moment, the corners of his mouth were flattened again, and he looked dangerously at Pettigrew: "Did Malfoy really deliver the dress, Wormtail!"

Pettigrew has always been afraid of the Dark Lord, especially his face is very scary now, Pettigrew replied tremblingly: "Malfoy said it was delivered, lord."

"Really." The Dark Lord's eyes were still dangerous.

With a 'plop', Pettigrew folded his hands and knelt down on the ground: "Malfoy said so." He looked at the white wand tremblingly, afraid that there would be a little green light from the wand.

Of course the Dark Lord will not let him die, at least Pettigrew is still obedient now, and he is the only man around him for the time being.

The author has something to say:

Lucius: I'm so wronged

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I can't find Barty Jr.'s birthday, and it's giving me a hard time