[HP] The girl with black hair

The whiteness of winter fades slowly, and the green shoots gradually emerge from the soil.

Little Barty successfully got back the crown placed in the Room of Requirement, and Hogwarts, which was under Dumbledore's supervision, took the things back, which made Tom very proud.

What's the use of guarding against him even if the old man!His Death Eaters were smarter than those lions, and his heir was ten thousand times better than that simple-minded Potter!

His daughter inherited his excellent talent, and she learned Occlumency easily, and that Potter, he can easily visit his brain until now.

Artemia doesn't know that because of Harry, she has got rid of the word stupid in Tom's heart, but even if she knows, she won't show too much joy. She desperately needs a wand now, although she can use it with nothing. Wand magic does some simple small spells, but more complex spells require a wand as a guide.

Of course Tom would grant his daughter this little wish, and it was put on the table in the Death Eaters meeting the next day.

"Do you have any good ideas?" Voldemort's scarlet pupils looked at everyone on the long table, "Maybe? Would any of you want to donate your wand?"

Each of the drooping faces became terrified, the wand is the most important thing for every wizard, and of course they were unwilling to hand over their wands.

"Is no one willing?"

In the silence, a Death Eater tremblingly said: "Master, perhaps, we can retrieve the little master's previous wand."

"Yakelis?" Voldemort glanced at him unexpectedly, leaned back on the back of the chair and said, "It seems that you have some good idea, let's hear it."

Following his words, everyone looked at the blond man sitting in the middle.

Yaxley clasped hands on the table, and he looked at the Dark Lord at the end of the long table and Snape on his right: "As far as I know, Snape should be very familiar with the news of the Order of the Phoenix." Be well-informed."

Snape's gloomy black eyes glanced at the man who was cautious but couldn't hide his complacency in his eyes.

Following Yaxley's words, everyone's eyes turned to Snape, including the terrifying sight in front of Snape. He heard the Dark Lord asking him, "So, Severus, do you know?"

Snape turned around calmly: "I don't know exactly where, Master."

The crowd immediately burst into titters, Bella's voice was the loudest, she had long disliked Snape, he sat in her coveted seat, and didn't even know how rare it was.

The three snakes under the long table were dissatisfied with the noise above, and poked their heads out from under the long table, spitting snake letters. Herman climbed onto the table on the top of his good friend's head relying on his slender figure. The emerald green snake Walking around the long table, there were two huge snake heads lying beside the Dark Lord.

The Death Eaters stopped laughing stiffly, put their hands on the table and put them under the table.

Tom tapped their scales lightly and lightly, and didn't reprimand Herman who was on the table. He glanced at the man on the right and said softly, "Continue."

Snape didn't seem to have noticed the scene just now, his black eyes were still deep, and his voice was still so steady: "But it is said that the little master's wand was taken away by members of the Order of the Phoenix who moved their positions."

Herman swam slowly around the long table, as if patrolling the territory, he swam to the shoulder of the Dark Lord, and stared at the gloomy black-robed man on the right with two identical pairs of scarlet eyes.

"Then where did they go?"

"I don't know, Master," said Snape, "but it should be the home of a member of the Order of the Phoenix. The Order has used all means to protect this new address, not even the Ministry of Magic."

The people on the long table snickered again. Of course they knew why the Ministry of Magic didn't intervene. They looked at the man at the head of the long table with admiring eyes. Their masters were so smart that just a small oath could prevent bloodshed A union between the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic.

The Dark Lord didn't smile, and rested his long fingers on Nagini's head, as if thinking.

The Death Eater gradually fell silent, waiting nervously for him to speak.

It took them a long time to hear the deep voice: "I think Severus will definitely bring the wand back?"

Snape opened his mouth and nodded, "I will, Master."

The Dark Lord curled his lips in satisfaction and slightly bent: "I will arrange for someone, and she will help you."

She?Snape raised his eyebrows in doubt, and he glanced at Bella who was eager to try, his mouth curled into a straight line: "Master, may I know who it is?"

Bella looked at the first man with shining eyes, and her body also leaned forward.

But the man she was staring at did not give her a look, his tone was full of mystery: "You will know in due time." He glanced at the clock on the wall, "I think you should go back to class now. "

After the Death Eater meeting, Tom took the girl who was about to suffocate at home and went out, telling the girl's mood with brisk steps, she, finally!At!out!Door!up!

Artemia followed the man striding forward in small steps: "Where are we going?"

Tom didn't answer her, and they stopped shortly before a door which the owner of the house sensed a visit from and opened.

Artemia stuck her head out from behind Tom, Rita Skeeter?Why is she here?

Not only did she have this question, but the well-dressed woman inside the door also had this question: "Who are you?"

"Forgetting the Curse?" The man under the hood spoke slowly, and at the same time he took off the hood, a spell hit the woman.

Artemia blinked suspiciously, followed into the room, and closed the door behind her back.

There are exaggerated decorations and bags with various leather patterns everywhere in the room. There are high stacks of newspapers on the coffee table. Artemia flipped through a few of them. They are all reports written by Rita. The top one is It was the paper about the Triwizard Tournament, and Rita had disappeared since then, and no one was piling new papers on it.

After the Order of the Phoenix was exposed, Sirius and the others were going to move out, but they obviously didn't plan to take Rita with them, but they were worried that she would write scribbles, so they threw her out of Black after using the Oblivion Curse on her old house.

Until now the Dark Lord found her again and gave her a task, no one can resist the Dark Lord's Imperius Curse.

Artemia walked into the room in doubt, and walked out again in doubt. Does such a trivial matter require the Dark Lord himself?Can't Death Eaters do it?

Do not understand do not understand, Artemis pouted and put on Tom's outstretched arm, with the sound of crackling, they walked from a residential area of ​​red tile houses to a cobbled alley, in front of them was a The dilapidated and small shop, the dilapidated signboard on the door reads: Ollivander, who has been making excellent wands since 380 BC.

It was the first time in Artemia's memory that Diagon Alley was so deserted, not even the last time Sirius escaped from prison. Most of the shops on the street were closed, and the once clean windows were covered with dust.

Tom saw a lonely wand in the window: "I remember that wand was there when I first came here."

Artemia followed his line of sight. From the faded upholstery, it could be seen that the wand had not been touched for a long time. She thought for a while and said, "Maybe that wand is picky."

I have been picky for decades or even hundreds of years, but I haven't found its owner.

No one in the rare Diagon Alley realized that the man standing in front of Ollivander's wand shop was the big man who couldn't even mention his name.

Tom walked into this dilapidated shop first. It hadn't changed much for decades. Thousands of long and narrow wand boxes were almost piled up to the ceiling.

The creak of the wooden door alerted Ollivander that a guest had entered.

It all seemed like yesterday when Artemia saw Ollivander sliding his ladder to the shelf.

Ollivander was stunned for a moment, then came down the stairs tremblingly, he opened his mouth but did not speak.

Tom held up the yew wand: "I think you remember this wand."

Ollivander nodded, and under the gaze of those scarlet eyes, he replied tremblingly: "I remember, a wand made of yew and phoenix feathers, a very powerful wand."

"Yes, a very powerful wand, it has worked very well for me in the past," Tom put the white wand gently on the old wooden table, "but you haven't said why this wand Linked to Harry Potter's wand for Flashback Charms."

He walked behind Ollivander and whispered in his ear: "Let me guess, is there any connection between the two of them?"

Ollivander nodded stiffly: "Yes, the cores of these two wands come from the same phoenix. It can also be said that they are brothers. They can hurt each other but cannot kill each other."

Tom looked at his daughter boredly while listening to him. He stood up straight and walked back to the desk, stroking the wand with his pale fingers: "Is there any way?"

Ollivander lowered his head, and when he was hesitating, he heard a female voice: "Can't you change a wand?"

He looked up and looked at the girl standing beside the Dark Lord with complicated eyes.

Tom's hand stroking the wand paused, and he looked at his daughter with a look of why are you so stupid, how can such a profound problem be solved so easily.

Artemia was so familiar with this look, she lowered her head embarrassingly.

All right, she stopped talking.

"She was right, a change of wand would do the trick," Ollivander said.

Artemia froze for a moment, raised her head refreshed, and looked at Tom with triumphant eyes.

look!What did I say!

Tom blinked, thinking it was a bit off-putting from either direction.

Artemia pointed to the wand boxes everywhere, and said triumphantly, "Look at so many wands here, just buy one at will."

Ollivander's eyesight was brought to the extreme in a moment, and he handed over a wand at the right time.

Tom took the pitch-black wand under Artemia's gaze. He obviously didn't intend to try it. No wand would refuse him, he thought proudly.

As for the yew wand, it passed into Artemia's hands.

"Before your wand comes back, I will use my wand for you first."

"Larch wood and phoenix feathers, that's a very powerful wand," Ollivander said, looking at Artemia who was holding a yew wand, "Remember what I said, it's the most suitable wand for you." Yes, you have extraordinary abilities."

Artemia paused when she pulled the purse, she smiled, took out seven Galleons and put them on the table: "I will get it back, Mr. Ollivander."

The wooden door creaked again, and this old shop saw off its first customer today.

If there is any shop in Diagon Alley that is Artemia's favorite, then Florin's ice cream shop must be ranked first, even though the pink and tender ice cream that can be loved in the summer vacation of the second grade left her behind. It was very impressive, but she still did not give up her love for it.

She dragged her father in a hood as straight as an ice cream shop.

Tom was so much taller than her that he had to slow down to follow her daughter, and when he saw the sign for Florin's Ice Cream Shop, he couldn't help feeling a little repulsed.

Artemia was a little surprised: "I didn't expect this store to be closed yet."

Yeah, why not turn it off!Tom fumbled with his new wand, which he had just received, and let it switch off tomorrow!

When he saw Artemia eating ice cream happily, he silently withdrew his wand again.

Forget it, he is a benevolent and generous devil.

The benevolent devil refused the ice cream his daughter handed him. Artemia was a little disappointed but also a little happy. She ate two servings of ice cream contentedly before going home with her father.

When she saw the familiar blond boy on the sofa, Artemia happily let go of Tom's arm and ran into her boyfriend's arms.

Draco was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. When he saw them, he immediately got up. Before he could say anything, a figure rushed in front of him. He saw the Dark Lord with a bad expression.

His face is scary even if he doesn't do anything, let alone look at people with a stern face. Anyway, Draco has accepted it so far, but what can he do, he likes other girls, Draco can only force himself Habit.

Tom's hand holding the wand was about to move, even after so long he was still upset at the brat who stole his daughter!

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The Oblivion Curse was changed to the Imperius Curse

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