HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

When Dumbledore waved his wand to re-light the hallway, they realized that the jug in Christie's hand was falling on the ground, and she covered her head with her hands and bit her lip. Blood dripped.

"Mom." Regulus rushed over, "Mom!"

Dumbledore untied the cage that locked Harry and the three of them, and Snape helped Regulus move Christie into the principal's office and left. Dumbledore repeatedly cast spells with his wand, and finally made Christie fall into a trap. In lethargy.

"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked him in a low voice.

"Curse." Dumbledore put another blanket on her lying on the sofa, "People in their family are always like this, her mother, her great-grandmother, and they will all be like this after their children turn 14."

At some point, Snape was no longer in the principal's office.

"Snape left, Professor," said Harry. "I heard, in Christie's office, they said he was with them."

"I believe him, boy, it's all right. He's going to get some painkillers for her."

"Why are you here?" Dumbledore asked, "Reculus, why are you here?"

"I can't sleep," said the boy. "I was wandering around the school, and I saw Bellatrix and the others, and then I thought Vera must have done something terrible, and I wanted to find her." He got up and started walking On the shelf where Fox was staying, it was looking at him with its head tilted. Seeing that he was looking at itself, it couldn't help but let out two happy calls.

Regulus approached it, combed its feathers with his fingers, and it rubbed affectionately on the palm of his hand.

"Bellatrice?" repeated Dumbledore, "did she do anything to you?"

"She tried," said the boy, "but she didn't succeed, and I burned her."

Behind him was the anxious Phineas Nigellus Black, who floated around the frame, "Reculus, Regulus, how are you, Regulus?"

He turned his head away, "I'm fine..."

"Did you get hurt by them?"

"No, I'm fine." The boy said patiently, "It's fine, don't worry."

"Damn it, you are the only heir of our family, Bellatris doesn't know this?! Why do they dare to treat you like that! Why!" He yelled frantically.

Harry really wanted to say that since she killed her cousin, it was even more impossible for her to show the warmth of a family member to her cousin's son.

But obviously, now is not the time to say this.

"Be quiet, Phineas, be quiet." Dumbledore rarely saw a little tired, "Let this child have a good rest. He is not in good health and needs a quiet rest."

"Christie," Dumbledore asked suddenly, "she sent me a letter, but why are you at her place? Harry."

"Let's go to the professor," Harry tried his best to make up a lie, "we want to..." His mouth was dry but he didn't know what to say.

"We wanted to go and talk to the professor about Harry's parents - we did talk about something, after that the professor said it was getting late and let us go, but as soon as the door opened there were several Death Eaters, we Wearing the cloak, and a Death Eater opened a hole in the wall, and we escaped with the cloak," Hermione said, pushing Harry through, "There we are, and the professor can't even use offensive spells. Use, and I think the most important thing is Harry's safety."

"You're right." Dumbledore leaned against the wall, obviously very tired.

"Reculus," Harry said suddenly, "are you starting to have a headache?"

"A little bit, but it's not unbearable, I just can't sleep." Regulus walked over, brushed his mother's black hair, and carefully cast a healing spell on her lips, "It started a few days ago , Mom’s dose of medicine suddenly increased, although she applied for an additional application, but it was obvious that it was too time-consuming from application to brewing, and she had already finished all the medicine.”

"Don't worry, Snape can find a way." Dumbledore said, stroking his snow-white beard.

"She doesn't want others to know." Regulus said, "If Professor Snape can find a solution, then we will be fully responsible for the cost of the medicinal materials."

"Is this medicine expensive?" Ron interjected.

"150 gold Jialong a bottle." Regulus said lightly, "Normal people can ignore all pain within a day with just a small spoonful, but mother can't, her bottle of medicine was opened two days ago, and by the time it arrives Today is the third day. She drank a whole bottle in three days. But the price is not a problem, the main reason is that the procedures are really..."

"Fifty gold Jialong a day..." Ron muttered.

Harry also felt that the drug was too expensive.

"Why don't you prepare more..." Harry asked him, but Regulus glanced at him, "Harry, do you know how terrible it would be if people couldn't feel pain? This is a forbidden drug .”

Christie fell asleep on the sofa, she lost consciousness, her hair was spread on the sofa, a little tangled, but her brows were stretched.

"As long as she is awake, she will feel unbearable pain." Regulus took off his robe and covered her, stood up and continued to look at the phoenix.

"Don't you want to save her, Regulus?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Professor, I told you," he turned his head, "this matter is a secret of our family."

"Everyone in your family told me it was a secret." Dumbledore suddenly seemed to have become a real old man, "Many years ago, I saw your grandmother lying on the hospital bed, crying and saying that she had a headache, But at that time, her brother told me the same way, saying that it was a secret and I shouldn't know it."

"You were still the teacher of the Transfiguration class at that time." Regulus stared at the phoenix, "Professor, so much time has passed."

"I think this may be useful." Snape interrupted their conversation, and held up a small green glass bottle in front of everyone, "It will confuse people and make people feel pain as happiness. Maybe it will it works."

Dumbledore shook his head, "Taking pain as pleasure doesn't sound good enough, let her sleep for a while, I remember she didn't like to sleep much since she was a student."

So the scene suddenly became quiet, and Harry couldn't help but move a little closer to Ron and Hermione. Snape's eyes looked particularly scary today.But today's terrifying look was not for him, but for Regulus.

Regulus noticed this and turned his head to look at him, and they looked at each other for a while before Snape finally looked away.

"Professor, do you know how to make quick-acting painkiller?" Regulus asked.

"That's a Ministry of Magic banned drug."

"The Ministry of Magic prohibits so much stuff," he murmured, "but if the Professor doesn't know how to make it, so be it."

Several professors rushed to the headmaster's office, "How did the Death Eaters get in, Dumbledore!" Sgraghorn yelled, "You promised me! Dumbledore, you promised it was absolutely safe!"

The divination teacher still had big insect-like eyes, and she looked like a big moth when she got scared.Tremblingly followed behind Slug.

Professor McGonagall, Harry glanced at the Marauder's Map. The hall was so crowded at the moment that it was almost difficult for him to pronounce a name.

But in a blink of an eye, Slughorn saw Christie, and his face suddenly turned white, "It's her turn, Dumbledore, it's finally her turn, isn't it?"

"Slug..."

Slug came over, stretched out his hand, wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it, just waved it on her head vaguely, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Where is Vera?"

"Calm down, Slugger," Dumbledore sat on the chair and rubbed his head, "That girl, she followed Tom Riddle after all."

"She's not that kind of child!" Slughorn emphasized. "She's not!" He flushed. "You must be mistaken!"

"Her brother recognized her in front of all of us," Snape whispered.

Slughorn seemed to have finally discovered Regulus, "Regulus..."

"I can't say she followed that man," Regulus said, "I just recognized her. I want her to stop."

"They must have threatened her," said Slughorn. "The lives of your cousin's family..."

"Professor," Regulus interrupted him, "Professor, do you know how to make quick-acting painkiller?"

"Is it time for your mother to drink this?" Slughorn said softly. "Is she drinking much now? How much effect is there?"

"One bottle for three days. With the effect of the medicine in the last three days, she might not be able to finish one bottle in a week or two before."

"It will wear off if you keep using it." Slughorn turned back. "Did she start drinking it when she came back?"

"In the past, when she had a headache, she would take a little Muggle headache medicine. At that time, that was enough, but now, the Muggle medicine is completely useless. It seems that after returning to the wizarding world, her headaches will get worse. It's getting more intense."

"What about you?" Slughorn looked at him. "Do you have a headache?"

"No, it's not a headache. It's just that sometimes I dream that I don't want to sleep," Regulus said, laughing suddenly, "I don't really want to sleep."

"When your mother was your age, she didn't have a headache, she just couldn't sleep. I was very happy at that time..." Slughorn said, and suddenly withdrew his expression, "When your grandmother was 14 years old, often suddenly She has a headache until she faints, she is the person in your family who suffers from the most severe headache, at that time, the Quick-acting Pain Relief Spirit has no effect on her."

"Does the professor mean that our family's headaches are being alleviated?"

"I don't know," Slughorn said suddenly, "why none of you ever told us about this?!"

"Your grandparents have had headaches for generations, don't you get used to the pain? Don't you think it's abnormal to have a headache?!"

Regulus just listened silently without opening his mouth.

"Slug," Dumbledore said again, "you rest for a while, let that child rest for a while, look at his face, he is as pale as a ghost."

Slugger was aware of the intensity of his emotions.

He sighed a long time, "Your sister is a good boy," he frowned, "There must be some reason for this."

"Professor," Regulus said suddenly, "there is still a Dark Mark in the sky, we should erase it, and try to control the tension in the school."

He didn't seem to be afraid of this feeling.

thought Harry.

"Mr. Black looks very much like his ancestors, and you may have some ideas about becoming the next Hogworth headmaster of the Black family." Snape said, but continued, "But there are indeed too many of our students. What cowards, we have to go see them."

"Dumbledore," Slugger called to him, "what's the matter with you?"

Dumbledore raised his hand, his sleeve was wet, "That child left a mark on me."

Everyone noticed that his hand was dripping blood from his sleeve.

"The sharp edge has no shadow." Harry heard Snape muttering to himself, "God..."

"No, not yours," said Dumbledore, "there's a Delay Charm on that spell..." He shook his head, "I don't even know when she did it."

"I think she put a curse on Mother," Regulus said softly, "so that anyone who casts a curse on her without Mother's permission will get a secret curse."

"How did she do it?" Dumbledore raised his hand, "Such a protective curse, she's so young..."

"Give me your hand," Snape said, holding Dumbledore's hand and looking at it repeatedly, "I guess she used at least two spells, the first is a judgment spell, the second is a protection spell, she used She is still young and immature. This spell can only distinguish the strength of other people's spells but cannot judge the content of the spell. But she is smart, Dumbledore. When you say to Christie When casting the spell, if she judges that it is safe, then it doesn’t matter, but if she judges that it is not safe, or if she loses consciousness and cannot judge, the protective spell will come out, and use Shenfeng Wuying to give you a wound .”

"Snape, can you stop the bleeding?"

"I don't know, I can only give it a try. I don't know if she has continued to cast the curse. If there is still a part about the healing curse, I..."

"Give me your hand, Professor," Regulus said. "Let me try."

He held Dumbledore's hand, and tentatively pressed a finger on his wound. Immediately, the wound seemed to grow along his finger, but it disappeared quickly, and he let go His finger, "She used the healing curse. Whoever heals you and touches your wound will be cursed at the same time." He said. "But..." He used a magic, that layer of magic was like a thin pale golden film, stuck to Dumbledore's wound and wrapped it tightly, "Professor, I can make it temporarily No more bleeding."

He picked up his mother's medicine bottle and shook it a few times. "There are only a few drops left, but if you shake it with some water, the diluted medicine is also effective for pain relief."

"No, I think we need Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore said, standing up, "Go and appease the students first, and when the students have settled down, we will go to the infirmary."

"Regulus, stay here with your mother," said Dumbledore.

Regulus nodded, and Phineas yelled, "Son, do you have a headache?"

"No." Regulus shook his head.He sat quietly next to his mother, and took out a small notebook and a pen from his arms. Harry took a look and found that they were all Muggle things.

After all, he was the same person who had lived in Muggle land for so many years.