[HP] The girl with black hair

Portkey's destination is not the familiar and dilapidated Riddle Manor.

Artemia looked at the end of the long table, where a man in a black robe sat. He didn't have the same black hair as hers, nor did he have a face similar to hers, but she just knew, That's Tom.

"Little Barty doesn't need my introduction." Tom looked around at the straight servants, then looked at the girl who was standing still and frowned: "This is my daughter."

It didn't take Tom to finish the next sentence, the Death Eaters all answered wisely, and respectfully called out: "Little master."

After they finished speaking, they offered to leave very winkingly, leaving the room for the father and daughter who had reunited after a long absence. After getting Tom's nod, they left in an orderly manner, and took little Barty who didn't want to leave.

There were only father and daughter left in the spacious living room. Artemia looked at his smooth head and snake-like face, and frowned in confusion: "Everyone will know that I am you when they see my face. daughter, I thought we were alike."

The bulging veins stood out on the top of his bald head, and Tom sidestepped the subject: "How are your grades?"

"I don't know. I haven't announced the results when I escaped." She walked around Tom carefully, "I'm curious about one thing."

"Huh?" He made a low nasal sound.

"Are you like this more than ten years ago, or is your body not doing well this time?"

The veins on his forehead were about to burst from his pale skin, Tom couldn't bear it anymore: "Artemia!"

"Huh?" With black eyes flickering, she looked at him with a simple smile.

Tom took a deep breath and kept emphasizing in his heart that this is what you cut from yourself, you can't use Avada on her, you can't use the Cruciatus Curse.

The Dark Lord had never been so aggrieved before, he tried to put up his father's airs: "From tomorrow onwards, I will teach you lessons in person, you know I am at your age..."

Artemiia answered lazily: "You can fight ten against one, and you can create spells." The young Tom didn't know how many times he said this.

"That's right," he raised the corners of his mouth proudly, "Although your talent is not good, but hard work can make up for it, start tomorrow!"

Artemia thought about it, and pitifully showed where her arm was injured: "I am an injured patient, and I need to rest."

Tom frowned, and the inspection spell and the healing spell fell on her one after the other. The small wound healed quickly, and there was no sign of injury at all.

Tom became more determined to train her, and said in an unquestionable tone: "You are too weak, do you think you are just an ordinary student!"

She is just an ordinary student, but she has an extraordinary father. Artemia slowly lowered her head, mingled her fingers together, and murmured: "I see."

Tom felt better physically and mentally now. His white jade-like magic wand tapped the girl's shoulder, and his tone was relaxed and tired: "Do you have any gifts you want?"

Artemia looked up suspiciously: "What gift?"

Tom said simply and apprehensively: "Birthday present."

Artemia instantly showed a disdainful expression: "It's almost July, and in half a year it will be the next year's birthday."

The wand tapped the girl's forehead, "Do you want it or not?"

"Yes," she glanced at Tom's plain black robe and naked feet, and became hesitant again: "But do you have money? "

Those Gryffindors must have raised his daughter wrong!Tom gritted his teeth angrily: "Of course! If you want, even this manor can be yours."

Artemia looked around, and there was a huge contrast between the gorgeous decoration and the dilapidated Riddle Manor. From just now, she wanted to ask: "Where is this?"

"Malfoy Manor."

"Malfoy Manor?" Artemia was surprised.

"Well..." Tom looked at his daughter's expression carefully, "Lucius is willing to donate the ancestral home of the Malfoy family, how can I refuse the servant's kindness."

"Maybe it's just a formality," Artemia pursed her lips, "and it's so strange to live in someone else's house, can't we live in our own house?"

Tom punctured her with one sentence: "I think you are because of that brat from the Malfoy family."

Artemia pouted in dissatisfaction, and murmured, "It doesn't stink."

It must be the Gryffindors!He taught his daughter so simple!Tom thought angrily, and that brat!He originally just wanted to wait for the Death Eaters to renovate his previous manor before he lived in it for a few days, now!He's going to live here for a while longer!

From that day on, Lucius obviously felt that he was being targeted, and he was doing all the dirty work!He couldn't show any dissatisfaction, and he had to pretend to be honored.

The most indispensable thing in Malfoy Manor is the room, even the little snakes have their own rooms.

Malfoy Manor seems to be the same as usual, but there are still many differences. Just thinking about living under the same roof as the lord is enough to make the Lucius couple sleepless all night. The scary thing is that the lord will eat at the table with them.

That is, after not sleeping well, their appetite also dropped significantly, and the Malfoys slowly moved their three meals to the bedroom, which was absolutely impossible for them to do before.

Tom was very satisfied with their reaction, but Artemia was very dissatisfied. Almost every day she had to vaguely talk about the idea of ​​moving.

Draco only knew what his girlfriend was doing from Dumbledore. It was indeed the danger that he could go to Azkaban. Although he didn't understand why she did it, he knew her through the double-sided mirror. It should be doing well now, but when he asked where she was, Artemia hesitated to tell him.

Is it because he is afraid that he will inform you!Draco was very dissatisfied.

When he saw the smiling girl in his home, Draco was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the man opposite the girl, that face was enough to cause Draco to feel uncomfortable all over, hearing the girl's When introduced, the discomfort almost burst through the body.

"This is my dad."

Listen to what she said, this is her father, they don't look alike at all, not even hair!

Lucius looked at Draco stiffly, hoping that he wouldn't say anything wrong. Merlin knew how scared he was when the lord refused to let him pick up the little dragon. Could it be that his little dragon was hated by the lord?

Narcissa was also standing anxiously on the side, she kept giving Draco winks, but he might not have understood, Narcissa was heartbroken when she saw her son's puzzled little face.

Tom stared indifferently at the teenager in front of him, quietly waiting for his reaction.

The breeze drifted past gently, and the white peacock followed the wind and walked all the way to them.

Draco swallowed nervously in the eyes of everyone, and found himself a little hoarse after speaking: "Hello, Mr. Box, I am Draco Malfoy."

The white peacock glanced at Artemia, it particularly liked this little girl who always chased away big snakes for him, and it was willing to show the little girl her best side.

It opened the screen, and under everyone's sight, it proudly showed its best side.

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I'm sorry sisters (crying) I fell asleep while writing zzzzz