[HP] The girl with black hair

Abraxas Malfoy was one of the early Death Eaters of the Dark Lord. He met the poor and handsome student Tom Riddle when he was a student. No one knows more about the Dark Lord than him. up.

As a busy head of the family, Lucius not only has to fulfill the orders of the Dark Lord, but also manages the huge property of the Malfoy family, and sometimes has to answer the little master's inquiries.

such as…

"Do you know when my dad's birthday is?"

Lucius touched the snake-headed cane, feeling ashamed that he didn't even know when the master's birthday was.

It can't be his fault.

And no Death Eaters celebrated his birthday!

Lucius' face remained unchanged, with a long and smooth voice: "Perhaps, I can recommend someone for you."

He looked at Artemia's expectant eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth, and slowly said a name: "Abraxas Malfoy, my father, no one knows better than him."

understood.

Artemia understood, meaning he didn't know.

She looked at Lucius who was hanging her head inquiringly: "Then where can I find Mr. Malfoy?"

In an unoccupied room in Malfoy's house, Artemia saw the portrait of Abraxas as she wished.

She stood in front of the portrait, looked at the man in the portrait, and was speechless for a while.

The person in the portrait has a unique look of the Malfoy family. He looks like he is only 28 or nine years old.

Tom was right, Abraxas was indeed a rare beauty, and Draco only inherited half of his grandfather's looks and was already very handsome.

"I heard Lucius talk about you, but I didn't expect you to come to see me." Abraxas, with long pale blond hair, stood in the picture frame holding the master's cane, and there was a faint and complicated look in his gray-blue eyes. mood.

He knew about the lord's plan. To be honest, it was a very bold and dangerous plan. He once thought it was absolutely impossible to complete, but now it seemed that he was wrong.

The girl in front of him looked very much like Riddle when he was a student. Except for their eyes, compared to his ambitious father, his daughter was much simpler.

But what does that matter to him, he is long dead, he is just a portrait now.

Abraxas loosened his hand holding the snake-headed cane, and raised his exquisite eyebrows and eyes: "So, what do you need to ask me? Little girl."

Artemia scratched her chin in shame: "I want to ask, do you know when my father's birthday is?"

It was such a shame that she didn't even know her own father's birthday.

The Ministry of Magic has been so disrespectful to their opponents that such an important news has not been recorded.

Abraxas was taken aback by her question, and said for a long time under the girl's expectant gaze, "It's the last day of the year, December 31st."

He remembered very clearly that it was in the first grade. At that time, Tom was relatively easy to get along with. Several classmates who liked him took a while to ask about it, unlike later... .

Artemis blinked in surprise.

Coincidentally, Tom was born on the last day of the year and she was born on the first day of the new year.

Artemia stared at him with her father's black eyes, with a smile on her lips: "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."

Abraxas also evoked a faint smile: "You're welcome."

Probably turned into a portrait, the arrogant Malfoy Patriarch is not the same as before, with delicate eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, looking at her with a blue-gray smile: "I know about you and Draco," he said The corners of the mouth curled up in a wicked way, "Maybe one day you and Draco can call me grandfather together."

Artemia's face turned red suddenly, and she faltered and couldn't speak.

Abraxas has not been in such a happy mood for a long time.

Using that familiar face to make this kind of expression, Abraxas had never discovered that the original face could make such a feminine expression.

It's not inconsistent at all.

Artemia met Narcissa's gaze as soon as she came out of the room where the portrait of Abraxas was placed.

Before Artemia moved in, Narcissa had always had the impression of the mysterious man's daughter, and she was very opposed to her son's friendship with her.

It doesn't matter if she is timid or cowardly, she doesn't want her son to fall in love with such a dangerous person, that girl is just like her father, no matter where she is, no matter how noisy the surroundings are, she can be noticed at a glance she.

As much as she didn't want to admit it, the fact was that her son liked that girl so much that Xiaolong was in a low mood throughout the summer vacation of the third grade, and even his favorite Quidditch World Cup couldn't cheer him up.

Maybe she was wrong, she shouldn't choose his future wife for Xiaolong, even if that girl's identity is dangerous, so what, at least Xiaolong is really happy from the bottom of his heart.

After Narcissa let go of the prejudice in her heart, the more she looked at the girl, the more likable she became. She was not surprised that Xiaolong would like her, and even had a feeling that my son had a good eye, and picked the best one at a glance.

No matter how much she thought in her heart, Narcissa's face was still calm, and even her smile was just right and elegant.

Artemia saw Narcissa paused, rolled her eyes and asked her clearly: "Are you here to find Mr. Malfoy?"

Narcissa shook her head: "I'm here to find you."

Artemia was stunned for a moment, a little surprised. Although she had lived in Malfoy's house for a while, they hadn't had much interaction during this period. She thought that Mrs. Malfoy might not be here if it wasn't because of Tom's face. Will look at her more.

"Any plans for Christmas?"

Artemia followed Narcissa downstairs and shook her head when she heard this: "No, what's wrong?"

Narcissa glanced at her sideways, her blond hair hanging down covered her smiling eyes, she shook her head: "It's nothing, maybe Draco should invite you himself."

Artemis blinked in confusion.

The two stopped in front of the fireplace, Artemia put away her doubts, turned around and gave a standard lady's salute to Narcissa: "Then, I'll go first."

Narcissa nodded in satisfaction: "Come to Malfoy Manor to find me if you need anything."

This is really a friendly gesture, Artemia was a little surprised, and her surprise slowly eased when she saw the familiar environment.

Several familiar Death Eaters stood outside the fireplace.

Today's Dark Lord's Manor not only lives with Tom and Artemia, but also lives with Death Eaters who cannot return home, such as the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban.

There are also homeless Death Eaters, such as Barty Jr. and Peter, and as more and more wizards come to seek refuge, the manor becomes more and more lively.

Fortunately, the manor is large enough, even if it accommodates a large number of Death Eaters, it will not feel crowded at all.

There are small groups everywhere, even among the Death Eaters, such as the self-proclaimed noble Slytherins, who like to stay in the living room and don't allow other people to step in.

But this small group is not very united, they often have some quarrels and then fight, but they will voluntarily withdraw from the living room to find a remote place, which makes Artemia very gratified, and the most gratifying thing for her is that each of them Bring a house-elf, no matter how much they destroy the environment, the next moment it will be back to normal.

Bella and Batty Jr. are the ones who often have wizard duels recently, and the frequent frequency makes the house elves a little distressed.

The movement of the fireplace caused the two people who were arguing to have a brief truce.

Artemia took a look and understood what happened, the root of all this was that photo, Artemia sighed deeply.

Tom is no harm.

Artemia found a seat among the Death Eaters and sat down. She glanced at the excited Death Eaters, and suddenly felt that instead of asking them, she might as well figure out a solution by herself.

Antoning was a little excited: "Is there something wrong, little master?"

One more person is one more way, Artemia scratched her chin and still said her plan.

She looked around at the Death Eaters who were stunned and asked them, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Bella was the first to react. Her face was exposed from the messy hair, and she grinned excitedly and said, "Harry Potter! We must love him as a birthday present."

Her words were unanimously agreed.

Only Little Barty refuted her: "But we can't catch Potter at Hogwarts at all."

Bella's reaction was always great, her deep eyes stared fiercely at Little Barty: "You coward!"

Artemia patted her reassuringly: "Little Barty is right, we can't get close with Dumbledore's protection."

Bella sat back angrily: "This old bee! One day I will kill him!"

Artemia ignored the radical Bella and looked at Batty Jr.: "Do you have any good ideas?"

"Yes," Barty Jr. stuck out his tongue excitedly, "There is something in the Department of Mysteries, Harry Potter's Prophecy Ball, the owner once wanted to get it."

Artemia was a little speechless, could she only give birthday gifts related to Harry?Can't she give some loving gifts?Although the idea is really cool.

Little Barty's idea won the approval of everyone, including Bella, who was already planning how to break into the Ministry of Magic and successfully get the prophecy ball.

Although her plan is just one word: "Grab!"

Very Death Eater, Artemia thought helplessly.

So stupid, that's what Tom thought when he got the news.

Just like Hogwarts is Dumbledore's eyeliner, of course everything that happened in this manor cannot be hidden from Tom.

Although he was moved by his daughter's filial piety, he was also deeply worried by the servant's IQ. Speaking of the prophecy ball, he had a good plan to kill two birds with one stone.

After a few days, the great Dark Lord once again connected Harry's brain, and he easily mastered his mind without any difficulty.

The author has something to say:

I'm going to skip the part where Arthur gets bitten by the snake

Because Tom didn't use Nagini as a Horcrux this time, Harry probably couldn't see Arthur being attacked