HP+ first love is no small matter

Narcissa pushed open the door of the living room. The girl was still wearing her white sandals. The Dark Lord watched her for a while and said, "Come here, miss, come here."

She glanced at Narcissa and Narcissa gave her a little nod.

She walked by.

"Sit here," the Dark Lord said softly, "sit beside me and let me have a good look at you."

She is very obedient.

He looked at her for a while, and said after a while, "Your eyes are a little red. What's wrong with you? Did they do anything to you?"

Narcissa hurriedly said, "She was a little scared when she saw a werewolf for the first time..."

"No," said the girl, "not because of the werewolves."

"I suppose so," said the Dark Lord. "What's there to be afraid of a werewolf? I know you're not afraid of him. But why then? Why are you crying?"

"My brother is dying," she said softly. "Can you..."

"Don't mention your brother!" he cried, "Don't mention your brother!"

She looked at him, "but I want my brother."

The Dark Lord took a deep breath, "What's your brother's name?"

"Regulus."

Narcissa took a step back in fear. She looked for Bellatris in the crowd, only to find that she was also looking at her.

The Dark Lord took a deep breath again, "Regulus? Regulus Black?" He looked at Bellatris and Narcissa to say something but had no time to speak.

"Yes," said the girl, "how do you know my brother's name? Speaking of which, I don't know your name..."

"I thought he was dead," the Dark Lord said to Bellatris, suppressing his anger, "you all told me that the kid was dead..." He suddenly laughed, "I really thought he was dead..."

Narcissa said, "There should be some problems..."

"Is that so?" said the Dark Lord, "can someone explain to me why her brother's name is a man you say is long dead?"

"The tapestry at home shows him dead," said Bellatrice. "Master, he died sixteen years ago..."

"How old are you, miss?" the Dark Lord asked softly.

"I'm 14," she said, "and I just had my birthday a little over two months ago."

"Your birthday is in June?" he asked. "What a pity," he said to her in a coaxing tone, "is it June or May?"

"May 21th," she said, "Mom's birthday is in July, and she was not yet [-] when she gave birth to me, so many people said that she looked very young, not like someone with children our age. "

"May [-]th," he smiled, "I heard that twins are always premature, which means you could have been born in July. I don't like babies born in July, but you're a girl. It's okay again."

"So you hate my brother?" she asked him.

"No," he said softly, "I've never seen him before, how could I hate him?"

He turned his head to look at everyone again.

"I remember you said that Regulus was dead? He died at least 16 years ago," the Dark Lord said in a strange, gentle tone. There's a baby in two years," he looked at Bellatris, "isn't it, Bella? That cousin of yours, he really died 16 years ago, didn't he?"

Bellatrice dared not speak any more.

"You never met your father, did you?" he whispered. "Never? Your mother didn't mention it either?"

"Never," she said softly, "every time I ask my mother, she tells me that it doesn't matter. She says it doesn't matter whether a person has a father or not..."

"She taught you that?" The Dark Lord looked furious. "She thinks that?"

She looked at his face and said, "I think she's just dealing with me, maybe she just thinks that telling me who my father is will make me ask her for a father, she should think it's troublesome..."

"After all, a dead person won't have another child after he dies. She can't make up a living father for you," he said softly, but everyone present felt terrified, "Then It must be very troublesome, your father..."

He stopped talking, "What time is it?"

Someone replied, "It's 09:30, master."

"Are you hungry?" he asked her. "Have you had dinner?"

She shook her head, "I'm not hungry."

"Drink some soup, you are too thin and need to eat well." He said, "Get her something to eat. Narcissa, take her down," he looked at each other, "I think your husband will soon When you come back, give him an owl and tell him that the first thing you need to do when you come back is to come to me, and I have something to say to him.”

"He won't come out of Azkaban until tomorrow, master," Narcissa said, "and you told him to do something else..."

"Those things can be put aside for now," said the Dark Lord, "I have more important things to talk to him about."

Resisting the urge to continue to buy some time for her husband, Narcissa said, "I see..."

The Dark Lord said again, "Miss," he looked at her, "if anyone, if anything bothers you just tell me," he said, "if you mention me to anyone in this room right now. If your name says to see me, then I will come to you."

She looked at him ignorantly, but finally nodded.

He didn't say anything after she and Narcissa went out, and Bellatris had already knelt on the ground subconsciously, "Master," she said, "I swear Regulus died 16 years ago..."

"Are you sure?" he said with a half-smile, "I don't think you've ever found his body..."

She said again, "Master," she choked up, "you know I will never betray you, you know," she said, "your doubts are the biggest blow to me..."

"In order to gain your trust in me..." She raised her wand to her chest, "I am willing to punish myself..."

"I absolutely believe in your loyalty," he said softly, "Bellatrice, but you know there are many ways to pretend a person is dead," he said, "you know Lucius told me she was dead, You know, but her daughter just stood in front of all of us."

He said softly, "Maybe you've been deceived like me, maybe you've been deceived like me," he said, "Bella, you know I trust you."

She wept with joy because she was trusted. She lowered her head, trying to hide her emotions but couldn't help but stare at his shadow on the wall.

He looked at everyone, "I trust all my companions because the same ideals unite us, but if anyone tries to sully our pure and great ideals, then that person must be punished."

He said softly, "I think you all get it, don't you?"

He stood up, "Come on, Bella, you come with me."

After they left the living room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Draco raised his drooping head and took a deep breath. This scene was completely different from before. The Dark Lord thought she was the daughter of Regulus Black, but at the same time he also Know her real birthday.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

However, he thought about the strangely soft voice of the Dark Lord and Aunt Bella who followed behind him in ecstasy, and suddenly couldn't help but feel nauseated.

Aunt Bella's kid...

The child Vera hated to die...

Vera had never seen that child who was born after her death, who was 15 years younger than her but a full generation older than her...

Speaking of which, the child was never seen after the war, and no one knew where the child was, or even whether it was born safely.

But that kid shouldn't matter, he thought.

It's just that the Dark Lord's noseless and hairless face reappeared before his eyes, and Aunt Bella's sagging skin and aging face were not pleasant by any means.

No matter how those two faces are combined, it is impossible to combine a satisfactory face at this stage.

She had been married to her husband for nearly thirty years, Draco thought, why did she end up conceiving the Dark Lord's child?

Next,

A back to the bedroom. (He needs to get his head in order.)

B goes to the restaurant. (He didn't eat dinner either.)

C goes to the garden. (He needs a break from his nausea.)