HP+ first love is no small matter

She finally got her wish and left the old house of the Black family.

with Draco.

"You are too willful," Regulus pressed his throat, "Sister, you can't be so willful!"

"That's what I'm going to do." She pulled her hair behind her ears, "Listen, Regulus, from now on, you're on the side of what's called good and I'm on the side of what's called evil, you know we've been It is said that right and wrong are just a matter of position and point of view," she stared at him with her head tilted, and suddenly grinned, "Then let's break up completely."

Regulus jerked his wand up to do something, but she pulled his wand out of Draco's pocket backhanded and gave him a smack, twin wands are always used when using offensive magic It's going to be a little tricky, but...

After all, she wasn't using her wand this time.

Regulus clutched his arm, took a few big steps back in disbelief, "Sister..."

"Give me back my things," she said, "look, whatever you think, I want my wand."

"Sister," her brother called her in a low voice, but he didn't take his eyes off his own arm, as if he couldn't believe it, he just called her, "Sister?"

Blood gushed out from the wound he was covering, dripping down his fingers.

And she continued, "You always think I won't hurt you, don't you? Re?"

Her green eyes are like frozen lake water, "But you lied to me, you betrayed me, brother, you know how much I hate people cheating on me, how much I hate you doing this to me!"

He was silent for a while, and just said softly, "Vera..."

"Shen Feng..." Before she finished speaking, Tonks had already pulled Regulus behind him, "She will really kill you!"

"She won't..." Dumbledore returned her wand while Regulus' words were still stuck in his throat.

"You need a good wand," said Dumbledore. "It's always a bad thing for a wizard to lose their wand."

"Using the wand of the person you like should also be a kind of commemoration," the girl smiled, "or it is also very happy to let the person you like use your own magic wand."

"You always act like you know everything in the world," said Dumbledore softly, "and I did when I was your age, but listen to me, miss, young people always think too much. Excessive, and extreme is always bad."

"If you always think of things as bad, you will become pessimistic. If you always think of things too clearly, you will become a person who does not know how to think. If you always give gentleness to people who shouldn't be, you are stupid. Always... Dumbledore, I will do whatever you want." Can you find out your fault, do you believe it? You know that people can always create everything, whether it’s rumors or slander, you can always hear ridiculous rumors about yourself.”

She held her wand, tentatively used a few spells to confirm whether it was her own, "Is anyone really perfect? ​​No, even if there is, it only looks perfect in the eyes of some people , It seems that Harry thinks you are perfect, but I think you are weak and timid, Dumbledore, is this the first time you have received this evaluation?"

"No," Dumbledore let out a soft breath, "no."

"Weak and cowardly, yes, Dumbledore, you are cowardly and cowardly, you always want to stand on the side of the weak, but do you really care about the weak in your eyes? Don't lie to me, and you don't need to lie to me, care about everyone The joys and sorrows will only lead to the whole into despair, you can never make everyone happy. Because you can't even make yourself happy." She stared at him intently, "Yeah, you know I'll be with him forever Not for you. We never want to be like this."

She grabbed Draco's hand, and Draco felt her fingertips were cold, so he subconsciously held back.With a little effort, she took him out of the living room, and when she pushed open the door she had never seen before and looked at the house, she said softly, "So it looks like this from the outside?"

She stayed in the house for 23 days, but in the 23 days, let alone leaving the house, she only visited the living room twice.

Every time she is very careful, of course she has to be careful, trying to talk to each other among the members of the Order of the Phoenix, analyzing the pitiful information of the other party, asking Kreacher to do the same for her; pretending to be pitiful in front of Tonks, pretending to be I really want to see Harry Potter, even if it's just to hear his voice.

The first time she went to the living room was when Harry left. She sat in the seat he had sat in and wept silently. Tonks reassured her, "It will be all right in a while."

With a teary smile, she asked if she could bring those things that were in Hogwarts for her.

Although after inspection, those things containing black magic obviously cannot be brought in front of her, but her box of cosmetics did not leave a single lipstick.

Then, before Harry came, she told Kreacher to hide her buttery peach lipstick under the cushion when no one was looking.The rest is easy, just give the boy a moment, let Kreacher say a few words, and he will find the lipstick and recognize it as the one she usually uses.

She only used that one for him, she always thought the creamy peach flavor was too sweet, but the boy was obsessed with that lip balm, like Draco actually liked her lavender-scented laundry detergent.

After that, things were easy to solve. Although other people would not say that she was here, Kreacher could not lie to his master no matter how much he disliked Harry Potter, so Harry asked about it and found her. When she was reading in the room, he said to her through the door, "Vera..."

No more words after just one name.

And she said softly, "Go back, you know I'm dangerous."

Human beings' ability to judge danger is really useless, and human beings also have a natural rebellious psychology.

Harry probably did a lot of things for her later, but she only had to do one thing.

Just to stimulate him, to force him to lose his mind in every possible way, so that his Occlumency can't work at all.

She succeeded.

Let the boy want to be a guarantee for her, let the boy trust her incomparably, then make an appointment for a time, and then accept an unprecedented and tragic betrayal.

She succeeded.

She watched the house.

She almost drives a boy who loves her and who is already tortured for who she is.

Her grandfather killed his parents, and her father was his favorite godfather, which was enough to torture him.

But she tortured him one more time.Because she wanted to use his collapse in exchange for her own freedom.

Simple as that.

She almost destroyed Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world.

But what exactly is the savior?

Western countries always have a savior, because in their traditional rule the rulers have the power from God, people convince themselves and tell themselves that they cannot resist their fate, they entrust their fate to others, they feel that they cannot resist but rely on salvation .

Savior.

An old legend.A being created by people to explain their own inaction.

If Harry Potter was really that powerful, then why couldn't he let Regulus die?

No, there is no savior, there has never been a savior, people can only save themselves, they can only rely on themselves to get what they really want.

"There is no savior," she said, "just as there is no God."

At this moment Dumbledore changed the magic of the whole room with his hands.

The house disappeared like a dream.

She watched the house disappear before her eyes without blinking, and Draco stood behind her without speaking, just looking at her.

After a while, she turned to look at him, "How's your Occlumency?"

"It should be barely able to get through," he said.

She smiled, "The real fatal thing is when you go back," she approached him, and put her forehead on his shoulder, "Don't worry," she said very lightly, "You will never have anything to do , I'm sorry for you, so I won't let you die because of me."

"you have not……"

"Shh," she put her arms around him, and tiptoed to kiss him, "Hush."

She was still a child's kiss, lips touching lips, nothing more, but he held her close and stroked her back contentedly.

He hugged her tightly, "Let's get married, Vera, when we get older, shall we get married?"

"No," she said, "I can never marry you."

"I don't know how far forever is," he leaned against her ear, "but I am willing to wait forever."

"I don't want to say you are a fool anymore," she rarely showed a little fatigue, "because there are too many fools in this world, I just hope that some people will stop being sentimental."

"You think I'm self-indulgent?"

She stopped talking.

"I don't think I have," he asked himself. "You've been fine and fine."

"If a person says she is very good, everyone will wonder if she is really that good, but if a person says she is bad, you always have to think about whether she is really that bad."

"Just because someone always says something that seems to be philosophical doesn't mean she's really organized," he kissed her cheek, "Okay, let's go home."

Suddenly she put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't help smiling.

She shook her head.

He and she hugged each other, and after a while, she said softly, "Brother."

"Well," he agreed, "I'm here, Vera."

"You'll be fine," she said seriously, "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you, not at all."

"Ha," he laughed, "I know."

The author has something to say:

As soon as the dissertation was finished, I felt that there was nothing to escape from in my life, which directly led to a rapid decline in my writing speed.

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I think it's really cool to be at home during the Chinese New Year. The day is over when I have nothing to do with my dog ​​and my mother's order...

Because relatives may not be able to write anytime and anywhere like they live alone during the Chinese New Year, the update time will be more erratic than before.