HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Miss Malfoy." Professor McGonagall looked at her finished product and couldn't help admiring, "You did a great job, twenty points from Slytherin."

Vera transformed a teapot with six teacups into a hen with six chicks, clucking and circling on the table.

After hearing Professor McGonagall's praise, she laughed, "Thank you, Professor."

"Your brother showed me the same lesson yesterday," Professor McGonagall clapped his hands. "Miss Malfoy, the abilities of your brother and sister," she laughed, "it really makes people forget that you are only 14 years old."

Vera hugged her arm, and suddenly smiled sweetly.

"Thank you very much, Professor."

Everyone was watching her, from Gryffindors to Slytherins.

Gryffindors always take classes with Slytherins, and the most foolhardy students go to class with the most hypocritical and protective students.

And the smartest Ravenclaws take classes with the most ordinary Hufflepuffs.

I don't know the significance of this arrangement of the timetable.

She has always believed that only smart people can play with politicians.

Yes, although almost three-quarters of the people in Hogwarts hate Slytherin, she doesn't count because she is a Slytherin.

I am afraid that few confident people will hate themselves from the bottom of their hearts.

She has always known that she was born beautiful, and she has always known that she is very smart.

But what is the use of these?

You're just boring if you're smarter than everyone else.

No one can challenge you, never.

What does winning mean to you if you keep winning?

She put her books in her bag, she and Draco's classroom was very close this class, and he would probably be waiting for her on the way.

The Dark Lord's power is growing at a rapid rate now, and she basically stays with Draco all the time, and everyone agrees that she is on the side of the Death Eaters.

But is it, what does it matter?

She gets credit for every class except her mother's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Well, there's also History of Magic, but unlike her mother, the ghost is kind of afraid of her.

The atmosphere between her and her mother has always been very strange. When it comes to being close, her mother is always closer to her son.

But it happens that she and her mother have the same surname.

She sighed in her heart, and she had to go to History of Magic in the afternoon.

That was the class she hated the most, bar none.

Human beings are always superior, elevating their status infinitely, no matter if they are Muggles or wizards.

What is the difference between wizards' discrimination against Muggles and Muggles' discrimination against skin color?

And having said that, all magical creatures don't seem to get the same treatment as they do in the wizarding world.

And how ridiculous this thing is, some people think that if they know magic, they are better than muggles, and goblins and elves who are better at manipulating magic than them are just because they are not human, they are lower than wizards.

How serious was the persecution of wizards in the Middle Ages?

Just how bloody was the goblin's rebellion?

These arrogant creatures, these stupid creatures.

All creatures have their arrogance and stupidity.

wizard?

Still not necessarily how powerful it is.

She went down the stairs from the tower step by step, and she saw Draco standing at the bottom waiting for her.

The two girls next to her who were talking to her smiled ambiguously when they saw this, she glanced at them both calmly, and walked past them as if sorry.

"You're free for the next class, aren't you?" he asked her.

"If you don't go to the cafeteria for lunch like I do," she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tapped the silver bracelet on her wrist, "we probably have two and a half Hour."

"He said he wanted me to kill Dumbledore."

She turned her head and looked at the boy's snow-white face, "Are you scared?"

"I don't know what to do..." He couldn't help trembling.

She took his hand, "Tell him you'll be ready, tell him."

"But then?" He twitched convulsively, "And then?"

Vera sneered, "He has known Dumbledore much longer than you, why didn't he kill Dumbledore himself?"

"Vera..." The boy's hand was as cold as a piece of ice.

"What did he say? She said that if you don't finish, you will kill your parents?" She felt that her bag was a bit heavy, so she took off the bag and asked the boy to hold it for her. "He said, if you don't finish, you will kill you?"

"He... said so."

"He won't." Vera held his arm firmly, "Come on, follow me to the library, I need to borrow two books."

He obediently helped her carry the bag and followed behind him, "Why?"

"Lucius is not his most obedient servant," she called his father's name directly, "but he is very rich, not to mention that everyone is in your house now, of course he can choose to impose on him." The Imperius Curse can also kill him, but if he kills him, who is he going to use to fill his place? If your father died unexpectedly, I don't think you will cover it up well, the Ministry of Magic must Will go to your house to research this matter, right?"

The boy's hands began to feel warm.

"He is just looking at your loyalty to him. Go, tell him, tell him, if you can, you are willing to put his mark on your arm..." She paused, "Or, you already have gone?"

The boy nodded tremblingly.

She glanced at him and said, "Come on, let's go to the library first."

Then she said, "When I get the book, you show me the mark." She said, "Do you know of any place that won't be known?"

Myrtle was crying.

Vera glanced at her and said, "Can you be quiet for a moment?"

Myrtle poked up and down the pipe, "You're the new girl?"

"Yes." She took a big step forward, causing Myrtle to run away screaming. "Why did you come here?"

"They say ghosts are afraid to move forward." Vera looked at her. "Why don't you want to move forward?"

"You are like him," murmured Myrtle. "I don't like you."

"Who?" Vera asked her, but she suddenly disappeared.

"Are you sure no one else will come here?" Vera turned her head, and Draco took off his robe with a pale face, trying to roll up his left sleeve, but unfortunately he failed.His hands were shaking so badly.

"No. Everyone doesn't like her, and no one would come here on purpose."

She reached out to help him roll up his sleeves.Her fingers were slender and pale, maybe it was contrasted by the Dark Mark underneath.

"Very good." She stretched out her finger and touched the mark lightly.

A snake protruded from the skull, which looked like a skull's tongue.

"Probably because you are younger," Vera sneered, "Your arms are tighter, Bellatris always shows me this tattoo on her arm, I thought it was such a big thing. "

"Put it away," she turned her head, "When did it happen? Does anyone else know?"

"This summer vacation, a few days before I met you," he took a deep breath, "I have been a Slytherin prefect since the fifth grade, and now I can use the prefect's bathroom, so no one knows." The green and green intertwined badge on the front flashed, "This is very good."

"Should I not perform this duty..." He looked at her as if asking for help.

"If you quit this job, you'll have to use the normal bathroom. How sure are you that the mark won't be seen?" She sighed. "Your parents are Death Eaters, and you are Death Eater, my dear, there's a big difference between the two. Besides, do you really think you could kill Dumbledore? How many times? That opal necklace, and that bottle of wine? I sometimes wonder It's amazing that you can still use the Imperius Curse."

"Vera?" His eyes widened.

And she suddenly laughed, "Okay, smile, my cousin." Tapping a faucet on the sink with her fingers, she said, "This secret room has been opened, and it was opened by Haribo." It's been opened, hasn't it?"

He widened his eyes, "How do you know..."

"That red-haired boy. If I were Harry Potter," she shook her head, looking intently at the faucet with a tiny snake on it, "I wouldn't choose him as a friend. He's a magician." No talent, his memory is too easy to read."

Immediately, she withdrew her eyes and said to him, "Listen to me, quarrel with Harry Potter, quarrel, and you'd better get hurt when you duel with him."

What she said was careless, but convincing.

"what should I do……"

"Too simple." She raised her eyes. "Go up to him, call his mother a Mudblood, call his friend a Mudblood, and call him a coward."

"and then……"

"If he doesn't fight you, then there's a good chance you'll be locked up for a while for insulting him. But if he hurts you, we can get him locked up." Her deep emerald The eyes are an indescribable existence. When you look at her, you will feel that every word the child says is true. You will try your best to restrain the little voice that has been screaming in your heart, that little voice screaming, "Don't."

"You need confinement so you can buy time."

"But if I have a quarrel with him..." Draco said hesitantly, but was interrupted by Vera, "He is Dumbledore's favorite student, but you know, whether it is Dumbledore or McGonagall Professors, they all agree that what schools need is fairness."

"Even if you start arguing with him first," the girl said like the snake that lured Adam to eat the apple, "if you are hurt, he can't go unpunished, you know?"

"Let him quarrel with you, it's better to let him inflict a huge wound on you, so that you can't move, and let him be locked up once, and you don't have to deal with the next thing, you know?"

Originally, Horace Slughorn would be this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but at the same time, after Christie Malfoy submitted the information to Dumbledore at the same time, Dumbledore had to make a decision between the two of them. With no choice, he was unwilling to give up Christie Malfoy, who had submitted the application on her own initiative, but he was a bit reluctant to let go of Slughorn.

So Slughorn and Snape became Potions professors together.There are two teachers in the same position. Although this scene is rare, it is not bad.

Snape was in charge of the education of the students up to the fourth year, while Slughorn was in charge of the fifth to seventh years.

This is of course not a very fair thing.

But it can be seen that because Snape is no longer responsible for the education of students above the sixth grade, more Gryffindor students choose advanced potions.

"But what should my parents do..." the boy looked at her with tears in his eyes.She sighed inwardly, but turned around, stood on tiptoes, and put his head on her shoulders, "Listen," her voice gave an inexplicable sense of reassurance, "You are your parents The one you love the most, do you understand?" He nodded silently.

"They don't want you to be hurt more than anyone else."

The memory of Bellacris is so easy to read, and she always has to dangle in front of Vera.Either to show her stupid love for her master, the ugly tattoo on her arm, or to let the girl see her thoughts without hindrance.Although the other party thinks that he is proficient in brain defense, he always takes it lightly when facing girls.

However, the boy didn't need to know that his mother forced his teacher to make an unbreakable spell with him.

"Don't worry about whether they will die because of you." The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "They are more afraid of you dying because of them."

"Live well, cousin, trust me."

Then she let go of her hand, "Okay, it's time for me to go to class." She took her heavy schoolbag, which contained an unknown number of books, "I hate History of Magic class," Draco heard She used it as the conclusion of this conversation, "But, Draco, you have studied this course, think about the reasons for the goblin rebellion and the evaluation of them by the magic world, although there are wizards who record everything, but I I can assure you that no wizard can really look at everything from the perspective of a goblin."

As she went out she heard Myrtle's shrill voice call, "Why is she holding you?"