HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The students were assembled in the hall, and the prefects were counting the number, but Hermione suddenly realized something.

After she reported the number to Professor McGonagall, she said to Harry, "Do you still want to know what was written in that letter?"

"What?" Harry hadn't recovered yet.

"That letter," she said softly. "There is no better opportunity than now."

"Hermione!" Ron's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?"

"The Death Eaters just left, the professor is still in a coma, her daughter is not here, her son is by her side, the rest of the professors will sleep here tonight, we will use sleeping bags to sleep in the hall later." Min whispered, "There's never been a better time than now when no one will know what we did."

"What if the Death Eaters come back?" said Ron. "What if..."

"Harry, you have the map," Hermione said softly. "Only tonight, and tonight is the best time, better than we could have hoped."

"Go, of course," said Harry.

So after everyone fell asleep, Harry quietly got up and pretended to go to the bathroom. Hermione and Ron also became frightened. The professors were on vigil, and the prefects also rested.

Speaking of prefects, Harry subconsciously glanced at the Slytherin side again, and he was surprised to find that Draco was actually in the crowd.Besides, Draco seemed to be very silent tonight. He seemed to have something on his mind. He didn’t know how many times he dropped all kinds of things on the ground. Harry could swear that he had even heard Professor McGonagall say that Draco had written several names wrong. .

And two of the six Gryffindor prefects were right behind Harry.

They walked out of the hall carefully and walked towards Christie's office step by step.

Harry was looking at the map in his hand all the way, just in case a few Death Eaters' names would suddenly pop up on it.

But until they got to Christie's office, everything was quiet and peaceful.

The door to Christie's office was broken, and there were even two large holes in the wall, but there was obviously no time for them to fix it, and the three of them went straight in through the door.

She hardly had the habit of putting things out. Whether there were any unnecessary decorations in the room, if it was said, it could only have as many small drawers and cabinets as Snape's office.And there was nothing on the ground except gravel and parchment.

Hermione carefully tested the drawer with her wand, and was a little surprised to find that there was no magic at all.

"Before we came in, she was..." Before she could finish, Harry began, "She was reading the letter."

The drawer was pulled open, and out came a handful of parchment papers, ranging from, "Long time no see, do you want to have lunch..."

"...More than ten years, I don't know if you still remember me..."

"...I used to think I would never see your green eyes again..."

"Miss Malfoy, sincerely thank you for your patronage, are the leather witch shoes produced by our store..."

"...I used to think I lost the love of my life..."

"...every smile you give me is like..."

"The new ink in our store is as follows, Emerald Lady, Starry Night..."

"...your black hair is like the night..."

Eloquent, among the many love letters, occasionally mixed with a few advertising letters,

It can be seen that she is as popular with men as her daughter.

She also likes extravagance. Her shoes, robes, and even a bottle of ink are made of dozens or hundreds of gold Jialong bottles, because those inks are mixed with very fine gemstones and gold, and magic is used to make them Does not settle and shines in the night.

It can be seen that her salary is dispensable to her.

But none of this was right, until at the very bottom, they finally discovered the purpose of their trip.

A plain black letter.

It was empty, without marks or signs.But Hermione said, "This is the letter."

They opened it carefully, and found that there were only two lines written on the black paper with a bright silver ink,

"I'll protect her.

L. "

"L means Lucius, she means..." Harry said, but didn't want to go on.

"Vera." Ron answered.

"She was on that side from the beginning." Ron said softly, "Harry, she followed him before she came to Hogwarts, and everything she did was for that man... "

"No!" said Harry violently. "She's not! She's not like that! Her father is Sirius Black! He was never on that side!"

"Harry, Sirius' parents are on that side, his cousin is on that side, his brother is on that side, he's the one who doesn't stand on that side, Harry, he's a good guy, but that doesn't mean his daughter He's a good person too..." Before Hermione finished speaking, Harry hugged his head and couldn't help shaking it and crying.

Sirius, Sirius.

She is the daughter of Sirius.

But the Death Eaters killed her father, she grew up in the Muggle world, why would she join the Death Eaters...

"Harry..." Hermione called him in a low voice, "Harry..."

Harry's emotions were all broken, he clutched his chest and kept crying, she is Sirius' daughter, she is his daughter...

Why……

"Harry." Regulus called him softly.

Harry raised his head, but subconsciously took a step back.

If his sister followed Voldemort, if his mother was still in touch with his Death Eater brother...

"Harry, put the letter back in your hand," said the boy softly.

Ron snatched the letter from Harry's hand and put it back.

The two of them stood here, subconsciously clenched the wands in their hands.

But Hermione said, "No."

They looked back at her.

"Remember? Harry, after your duel with Draco, what did the professor say?" Hermione looked at him. "She said it was Vera's fault, and she wanted to lock her up too." Confinement, Harry, she's not on her daughter's side..."

"My sister is a very self-willed and self-willed person." Regulus took a step forward, "Mom told me that her character is a bit like our father..."

"No, she's not like him! He wouldn't do such a thing, he wouldn't want to kill Dumbledore, and he wouldn't want to support pure-bloods!" Harry retorted loudly.

"No, Harry, you know my father ran away from home when he was 15, right?" Regulus said calmly. Ask her to do anything, she only does what she wants to do. Especially when she is angry, she is completely reckless when she is angry, she is a spoiled child..."

"Who doted on you, your mother?"

"Harry," Regulus said patiently, "you like her, don't deny me, there are not many boys in Hogwarts who don't like her, she has been like this since she was a child, and there are not many people around who don't like her." Let her not go along with her, she is the kind of person who even if she gets angry, she is unreasonable, but the boys are the kind of person who will let her."

Harry was speechless for a moment.

"My sister is beautiful and smart. If she takes the time to coax others, there is no one in this world she can't get." Regulus whispered, "Mom always told me not to let Look at her, don't let her be too willful, because she has a kind of ability since she was a child, she just needs to look at you, she knows what you want, and knows what to say and do to make you happy, but my mother doesn't like her like this, she thinks She's not doing well."

"But there are still people who don't like her," Harry looked at him. "She never abused her abilities..."

"That's because those people mean nothing to her, she doesn't like them, they seem as worthless to her as the letters on the table, Harry, she's only approaching you because she treats you Curious, she thinks you are very interesting..."

"Why did she follow that man!" Harry said hoarsely, "I don't want to know why she finds me funny, I just want to know why she follows that man..."

"That person is useful to her." Regulus said softly, he had already walked in front of Harry, he put his arms around Harry's shoulders, and rested his head on his shoulder, "Harry, that person There is something she wants, but it doesn't mean she likes that person or supports that person."

His shoulders seemed to have some kind of magical power. There was an indescribable fragrance on his body, not sweet, but more like the ocean. After smelling it for a long time, it felt like a forest again. He pressed Harry on his shoulder , "Harry, my sister is not what you think, she is the daughter of Sirius, but this does not mean that she has to grow up to be a female version of Sirius, if this is the case, then my father, He can only and will only be a Death Eater, and you will never have him."

"Children don't have to be exactly like their parents, because they are new individuals independent of their parents." Regulus said softly, "Okay, Harry, it's getting late, you should go to bed."

Harry couldn't help but look sideways at him, his jaw was as long as his father's.

It was the last thing he had of his father besides his own hair.

"What is the relationship between Lucius and her..."

"Harry, she's his sister," the other whispered, "the two of them lived together for many years, she lost her mother when she was 15, and they lost their father when they were 16, so he was her guardian, as well Her only family."

"Harry, I don't know how to tell you that he loves his sister very much, even if this sister is unwilling to marry for the sake of the family, even if his sister is unwilling to become a Death Eater and makes his master dissatisfied with him often, but he Still in love with her, Harry, you know, it's a wonderful thing to love, he's too fond of his own flesh and blood, and that's the worst thing about him being a Death Eater."

"Harry, go back, go back to sleep, Harry," he said softly.

And Harry sobbed softly on his shoulder. "She won't be a Death Eater, she knows what love is, she won't and won't lose her love, she won't be a Death Eater." He took the other's hand, "Regulus , she loves you, she won't take that side, Death Eaters don't know what love is..."

Regulus was silent for a while.

"She loves you..." said Harry. "She knows what love is."

"Okay, okay, I'm here, Harry, I'm here." Regulus patted him on the back lightly.

She must have sided with the Death Eaters for something else, absolutely.

If Sirius was here, he would do the same.

He will trust his daughter.

thought Harry.