[HP] The girl with black hair

Crabbe, who was not smart, didn't know that he was rejected by Draco. He was dragged away by Zabini, who had eyesight. When he left, Crabbe kept turning his head, his eyes seemed to be reluctant.

The third task will be carried out on June 24th, and there are still four full months to go. The players can take this opportunity to rest for a while, and the professors also have to prepare for the final game.

But before that, there was one thing that found Artemia's head first.

Crouch probably found something wrong with 'Moody', because 'Moody' couldn't stick out his tongue.

The way little Barty exposed made Artemia a little speechless for a moment. She glanced at Little Barty with a guilty expression, silently took out the map from her handbag and spread it out on the table.

Barty Crouch's footsteps circled in the Forbidden Forest, and then he walked towards the auditorium, his footsteps were fast, and he was walking with purpose.

Little Barty clenched his fists and sneered: "He must have gone to find Dumbledore, heh, did he think that by reporting me, he would be able to return to my previous position? He's dreaming!"

Artemia nervously looked at Barty Crouch's footprints.

Barty Jr. was right, and after passing the auditorium, he headed straight for the stairs.

Little Barty glanced deeply at the map, picked up 'Moody''s crutches and walked towards the direction where Crouch would pass.

Crouch is an excellent leader, but he is not an excellent father. His unselfishness has not been resolved even in the face of his only son.

Artemia has no right to comment on Crouch’s alternative education, nor can she empathize with Barty Jr. Barty Jr.’s feelings for her father range from expectation to disappointment. Artemia has always longed for the word father. She never gave up.

Barty Jr. also knows that there can be no more mistakes.

Before Crouch was controlled by the Imperius Curse, even though he was very careful, he was successfully controlled by Little Barty under the Imperius Curse.

Under the effect of the Imperius Curse, Crouch walked down the stairs in front of the students, and he followed Barty Jr.'s instructions all the way back to the Forbidden Forest.

The magic eye could clearly see a small tail behind them, but Little Barty didn't care. In his eyes, Artemia was his friend, and his father was his enemy.

Even if he was about to face death, Crouch didn't feel it at all. His eyes were dull, but his little beard was raised mischievously. It seemed that he was immersed in the side effects of the Imperius Curse.

Artemia held Barty Jr.'s wand at Crouch when it was aimed at him.

The man raised half of his eyebrows and looked at the girl suspiciously.

"Death is just another relief," she emphasized. "Wouldn't it be better for Mr. Crouch to see with his own eyes that the path you took was the right one."

Little Barty froze for a moment with his wand hand.

Artemia looked at Little Batty and continued: "The dead will never be surpassed. Only when he is alive will everyone not feel that you are just a junior."

Adding junior to his name was the most painful thing for Barty Jr. No matter how well he did, others would only think of his father, Barty Crouch.

Little Barty slowly put down his wand.

"You're right, I want him to see it with his own eyes," the man snorted slightly, looking sideways at his father, "but he can't get in the way before that."

Moody welcomed his box mate, old acquaintance Barty Crouch, after half a year in captivity.

As a former Auror, Moody is of course very familiar with the Imperius Curse. Crouch made the old man who had been quiet for a long time furious again: "You used the Imperius Curse on your father! You crazy Death Eater!"

Little Barty closed the box expressionlessly amidst Moody's roar, and let the rumbling sound come from inside the box.

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After the second competition, everyone was curious about what happened under the Black Lake. In just a few days, various versions were spread in the school. In the end, the serious competition has turned into a thrilling pursuit. .

Compared with the noisy Gryffindor, the long table in Slytherin was a bit too quiet today.

The little snakes all have the habit of ordering the "Daily Prophet". After reading today's page, the little snakes unanimously turned their attention to the two people in the middle.

Artemia was one of the few people in Slytherin who didn't subscribe to a newspaper, but she snagged Draco's paper.

On the front page of the newspaper was a picture of Draco hugging Artemia during the second competition, and the big headline was particularly eye-catching.

The ugly duckling turned into a swan?

How the beautiful but poor witch seduced the rich and powerful young master Malfoy.

Did the Malfoys know about their son's underrated relationship?

Is little Mr. Malfoy playing with the feelings of the pretty witch?

Love that never ends?

...

"Vulgar, superficial, vase?" Artemia raised her head and pointed to herself, "Are you talking about me?"

"Of course it's not you!" Draco looked extremely unhappy.

Artemia saw the reporter's signature—Leta Skeeter, and turned it over again, and the other side was Hermione Granger.

She probably thought that the Malfoy family had written a little lightly about Artemia, and when she wrote about Hermione, her ironic writing style was revealed; in her writing, Hermione became an ordinary-looking, but Ambitious girl.

Draco's complexion improved after seeing this. If she hadn't written about Mia, he might think this is a good reporter.

"Her location should not be far from us," Artemia looked at the picture carefully, "Have you noticed her?"

There was a photo of Rita in the lower right corner of the newspaper. Millicent recalled it carefully, then shook his head: "I haven't seen it before."

Gore and Crabbe shook their heads in unison.

Draco lightly tapped the table with his fingers, and snorted coldly: "I haven't seen it before, could it be that she is flying in the sky?"

Whether Rita will fly or not is unknown yet, but Lucius feels that he is going to fly soon, not the kind of Quidditch flight, but the kind of flight to meet Merlin.

When Lucius saw the latest Daily Prophet, he was taken aback for a moment, and then felt as if his soul had floated out of his body.

Seeing her husband who suddenly turned pale, Narcissa glanced at the newspaper he was holding tightly in his hand, her relaxed expression immediately became tense, and said nah na: "This is too exaggerated." His little dragon is not playing with girls What about emotional people?

Lucius thought about it in a different direction, only to feel more nervous. If Xiaolong is a daughter and Box is a boy, he knows that there are brats who dare to play with his girl's feelings, of course it is suppressing his family!

Narcissa thought about the adult who might have returned, and comforted him and her at the same time: "Maybe the lord didn't subscribe to the Daily Prophet."

Lucius babbled, not believing that the lord would not buy the Daily Prophet, although sometimes its news is not accurate, such as this time, but it can easily understand some things.

A newspaper was a necessity for the Malfoy family, but he did not expect that his master was now a Dark Lord who couldn't even afford a newspaper.

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