HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Draco can guarantee that today is the most volatile day of his life so far.

His father returned late last night, and immediately reported to the Dark Lord, but this report continued until early this morning, and he dared not sleep all night, for fear of some bad news from there.

But just as he was walking in the room, someone knocked on his glass.

He was startled, this is the third floor of the house, who on earth would come and knock on his glass at such a late hour?

Trembling, he ran to the window to have a look, only to find a snow-white cat sitting in front of the window, wagging its tail lazily when it saw him.

He was a little relaxed, but still didn't dare to move, until the cat turned its head towards him, with one blue eye and one green eye, it raised its paw, and gently pushed on the window, Say to him, "Open the window."

……

He recognized the voice as the girl's voice, he opened the window, and the white cat jumped into his arms with a bit of cold night tide, he hugged her very happily, and couldn't help but put his chin on her She rubbed against his head for a while, but she pushed him away, lightly fell to the ground, and finally turned back into a young girl.

"You're an Animagus." He laughed. "My God, you're the smartest and most talented witch I've ever met."

She shook her head and straightened her long blond hair, "Also a witch without a wand."

"No, that's not unusual. Even a Mudblood will have a wand." His room is not small, and there is a small room for receiving guests. He said while leading the way, "Everyone has a wand, But not everyone has the talent you have."

She asked curiously, "What is a Mudblood?"

"It's not a good thing. Their existence is the greatest insult to us wizards," he said, adding, "But I don't know which one is more embarrassing to us, the Mudblood or the Squib."

She didn't continue to ask, just sat down, "Your father is back."

"Well, you know?" He was still a little worried, but it's not easy to tell her about this kind of thing.

She tilted her head, looked at his very light blonde hair, and smiled, "You know what? He said he was my uncle."

He was very excited, "I just said that your bloodline is very pure! You are definitely a very, very noble pureblood. There is no doubt about it!"

And it is actually of the same blood with him, which makes him ecstatic.

"He said my mother was his sister, do you know her?"

Draco was silent, he didn't know.

The family tree includes that he has been the only son for three consecutive generations, but when she said this, he remembered that there were several holes in the family tree of the Black family, which were all people who had been expelled from the family.

And the reason they were expelled from the family was because they were considered rebels from the family, and the reason they were usually considered rebels was usually because of Muggles.

They were either married to Muggles, or opposed to supporting pure-blood supremacy.

Her lineage... her lineage is still in doubt.

Vera laughed, "Well, it seems that you don't know who she is." She smiled a little lonely.

Draco was a little sad when he saw it. He knew that many people in the Black family had been removed from the family tree, maybe her mother was the same, and it was obviously not a glorious thing, so he let his parents do this. For years he never spoke to her.

He wanted to break this embarrassing situation, so he tapped the teapot with his wand. The teapot stood up unsteadily, and he said, "Clear water is like a spring!"

The clear water filled the cup, and he used the flame spell again. When the tea boiled and boiled, he stopped the spell, and then the tea came out by itself and jumped into the teapot, and then the lid of the pot closed itself. He asked her, "What kind of tea would you like to drink?"

"If there is honey, it would be even better with a few slices of mint." She kept her eyes on. "It's really interesting."

Seeing that his little trick had successfully attracted her attention, he laughed, "Okay, would you like some snacks?"

"Can it be conjured?" she asked him.

He shook his head, "Food cannot be conjured, but..." He nodded again, "Look."

With a light wave of the wand, the items in the snack box were lined up one by one, floating in the air, "Which one do you like?"

She pointed to a chocolate biscuit, and the biscuit came out of line, flying towards her, and he said, "Please, my dear lady."

Before he knew it, he actually used the tone of the Dark Lord addressing her.

She took the biscuit and took a bite when someone knocked on the door, "Draco?"

Or his mother.

He didn't know what was going on, and was a little dissatisfied when he was interrupted, "What's the matter, mother?"

"Are you still awake, is Vera with you?"

Vera put the biscuits on the plate. "Good morning, Aunt."

Draco stood up and opened the door, but his mother just glanced at him, and ran straight to Vera, "I've been looking for you for a long time, but you're not in your room."

His mother was at a loss, "Save him, only you can save him, he is your uncle, you must save him."

She was a little incoherent.

Vera held her hand, "I don't understand what happened..."

"He told the Dark Lord that your mother is dead, but your mother is not dead, and the Dark Lord saw you with his own eyes, Vera, Vera, save him, save your uncle, the Dark Lord will kill him, he deceived the Dark Lord..."

"You mean, my teacher, to kill him?" She took a deep breath, "Why did he say that my mother is dead? Why is my mother not dead, my teacher, he is so angry?"

Narcissa felt that this question was a waste of time, "There is no time, you save him!" She dragged her out, "The Dark Lord is going to torture him..."

Draco felt for a moment as if he had fallen into icy water.

About to torture?

"Bellatrix just came back from her mission, and she went in too. You know she likes the Cruciatus Curse the most, and she likes to torture people the most..."

Narcissa's tears fell on her hands, "I beg you, I beg you, save my husband!"

She must love him very much.

Vera thought so.

I also thought of the blond middle-aged man gently stroking her hair and saying, "Whether he loves you or not, I love you. My child, I will always love you."

He has golden hair.

Same as hers.

all right, uncle.

It was a bit late when she went, the door of the living room was closed tightly, and she just wanted to open the door, and the door opened.

The blond man was lying on the ground, his blond hair was glued to his forehead with sweat.

He's clearly been through a round of torture.

Bellatrix was standing by watching him, planning to torture him a second time.

Vera walked in and saw the person sitting in the middle, a pale man with no nose and a face like a distorted moon, "Good morning, sir, I hope we can start today's class as soon as possible."

"I think you have met my dear servant." The man said, he was obviously a little angry, "my dear lady. You are my disciple, but unlike you, he is my servant. I am unfaithful."

"I don't understand." She stood there and looked at him. "If my husband loves me so much, why is he so cruel to the mother who gave me life? Do you want her to die?"

"Don't talk back to me, my dear lady." The man said to her through gritted teeth. "My patience is limited. You know, he lied to me!"

"What do you want from him?" she asked him. "Do you want to kill him?"

"No, miss, what I want is obedience. My servant should not hide anything from me."

"You don't want him to hide anything from you, but maybe you can ask me, after all, he doesn't even know I exist." Vera stood up straight, ignoring Bellatrix who was screaming beside her, "You How dare you talk to our great Dark Lord like this..."

"Then tell me your real name, tell me your last name, miss, tell me."

His face was distorted, "Miss, you may not know, my surname is Riddle, and I'm sure I'm not your father!"

"Vera Malfoy." She said without fear, "I don't know who my father is, I have the same surname as my mother."

"Then what about your brother?" The Dark Lord pressed on, "I know you have another brother, what's his name, and where is he?"

She turned pale, "How do you know he exists?"

"If you don't say it, he will be treated as a delicious meal by my dearest subordinates." The Dark Lord stretched out his right hand, pointing to the door from a distance, where a giant snake was moving slowly.

"My brother's name is Regulus Black," she said.

He already knew, so well, just a name.

Besides, she also wanted to know who her father was.

And Bellatrix screamed, "What? The kid?—she turned him down! She turned him down! Why..."

The Dark Lord said, "Shut up, Bellatrix, you are making too much noise."

She closed her mouth at once, but her nervous black eyes continued to stare at Vera.

"Where is he?" he pressed her. "Where is your brother?"

"Why do you want to know about this?" She asked him back, "Why do you want to know about this?"

"Are you 14?" He didn't answer her, and didn't wait for her answer to the question. "You've passed your 14th birthday, haven't you?"

She couldn't help trembling.

"Only one of you can live." He looked at her, his cold-blooded animal eyes fixed on him, "I have to kill him to make sure you live."

He looked into her eyes, and she subconsciously felt that what he said was true.

He walks the talk.

"Don't think about it!" She couldn't help screaming at him, "Don't think about it."

"I can, my lady, trust me, as long as I..."

"You said you would teach me magic, you said you could teach me the true meaning of life, you said you would let me understand the secrets of life, you said I would be immortal, you said it!" She stared Looking at him, "You said that I will not die, so whether he dies or not, I will not die. Why did you kill him?"

"Miss," he looked at her seriously, "this is a curse that has lasted for hundreds of years, but any family with your blood can only live one person in each generation, hundreds of years, several lifetimes, There's always someone between you and him who's going to die. It can't be resolved."

"If you think this matter cannot be resolved," she laughed resolutely, "If you want me to do nothing like my mother, then I will never be your follower, and I will never be your student again , because you can't give me what I want!"

She stood there with a blazing fire in her emerald green eyes.

What a fool she was, she was already in his hands.

She can't run away.

However, this is probably also because she is still young.

Childish, impulsive.

"I won't tell you where he is," she said.

Unexpectedly, the Dark Lord said, "Then this man will die in front of you, as well as the boy beside you, and his mother."

She laughed suddenly. "Sir, you think the loss of any of them would be too much for me, don't you?"

He doesn't speak.

"You can try it." She simply sat on the sofa and sneered, "Or do you prefer me to do it myself?"

"You're threatening me." His voice was obviously angry.

"No," she smiled calmly, "I'm not threatening you. I'm here because of my brother."

She looked up at him, "Sir, I love him more than everyone else. I will not break the oath I made to him, but I don't care about others."

"Give me a knife and I can kill their whole family," she said.

She looked at him, "If you threaten me with their family, then this is my answer."

The tip of the Dark Lord's wand flashed at her, and a sharp light rushed towards her, and she did not dodge or avoid it.

It didn't hurt at all, and she suddenly remembered Regulus' face.

Her brother has black hair and the same green eyes as hers, he always wears a white shirt, he also has a black pearl earring, the difference is that he wears it on the left ear, and she wears it on the right ear, black Pearl is their mother's tears, he is very handsome, but, recently, he has been sick.

"Vera." He held her hand...

She shook her head, desperately.

"Vera." Regulus sighed, "Vera, promise me, swear to me." He put his hand on her shoulder with rare sternness, "Vera, listen, if you ..."

Why is she thinking about such things?

Wait, he knows she's 14?

He looked at Lucius' memory...

He's looking at her memory!

Yes, even if she didn't say it, but he came in to see...

No, can't look, this is my place.

She concentrated the spirit that was on the verge of collapse, closed her eyes suddenly and exerted force, she suddenly fell to the ground as if losing strength, she kept panting, she accidentally touched Lucius' hand, his hand was so cold, she Couldn't help but look at his face, he frowned tightly, obviously suffering from great pain.

She turned around and looked at the person who tortured them.

The man couldn't believe she'd gotten him out of her head.

"If you can't teach me the mystery of life, if you can't tell me how to keep him alive," she looked at him desperately, "then, I won't follow you, I won't obey you!"

The man laughed, "Miss, my dearest lady, I shouldn't be so worried, after all fate chose you!"

The god of life is on her side, the boy is already weak, he doesn't need to do it himself, as long as she turns 15 years old...

All these problems will be solved easily.

"He and I must never live together, do you mean that?" Her long golden hair covered half of her face, and the Dark Lord looked at her with half relief and half joy in his heart, and he used his hoarse, snake-like voice, he said, "Miss, my dearest lady, this is your fate, a fate from which you will never escape in any way."

"If fate exists to make me miserable," she looked up, her dark emerald eyes sparkling, "then I will change my fate, no matter what."

"Then follow me and listen to what I teach you," the Dark Lord raised his head proudly, and he said arrogantly and proudly, "In today's wizarding world, you can't find anyone who understands life better than me." man of mystery."

"But you can't save him." The girl sneered.

"He will definitely die and lose his body. This is a curse to you, but if you save his soul before that... you may be able to resurrect him like me." He spat out Every word and every sentence is full of temptation.

"What are the conditions?"

"The bones of the father, the flesh of the servant, the blood of the enemy."

The girl knelt on the ground, she didn't know who her father was or where he was.

But if it is a servant, if her brother can live, she is willing to be his servant for the rest of her life until she dies.

"Do you know who my father is?" She looked at him. "Do you know where he is?"

No one knew who her father was. It was probably only her mother's secret. After all, the only two men in the Black family liked her back then, not to mention that they both disappeared in unknown places now.

That boy will never live.

It's all on her side now.

He knew, but he smiled, "Miss, magic is omnipotent."

He knew she would believe him, she was not yet fourteen, a child, and knew nothing of this mysterious world.

She would be his, he would be her teacher, and one day she would be his property.

He has enough confidence in it.

Her blood is pure and noble, she is talented, and she will be his best subordinate when he rules the world.

He didn't have a normal heart for a long time, but he still didn't forget the throbbing when he was young.

The smiling face in memory sometimes overlaps and sometimes separates from the face in front of him, the difference is that this time he has an absolute advantage.