HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Back then he didn't call himself Voldemort everywhere like he does now.

When introducing himself, most of the time, he said, I'm Tom Riddle.

He rang the doorbell, and said to the elf in front of him, "I'm Tom Riddle, from Bokin Blog Antique Store."

The elf bowed meekly, "Madam is waiting for you."

Its crooked body was hung with two pieces of rags, which could hardly be called clothes.

He followed it into the house, through the large courtyard of the Malfoy house, into the deep dark house, with countless portraits hanging on both sides of the passage, they were watching them, they were whispering.

"Little boy!" He heard a portrait murmur dissatisfied.

He knew that he was very handsome, his face gave him countless privileges, how many women would give everything for him when they saw this face, how many women.

Today will be no exception.

Although he knows that today's Mrs. Malfoy is a well-known beauty in the wizarding world, her husband is ten years older than her, madly infatuated with her, and even after his ex-wife died for some suspicious reasons, he quickly married her. She just became an adult.

Some even believe his ex-wife died in his murder.

But this kind of noble lady will always like handsome young people in her heart.

Tom Riddle was less than 20 years old at that time, she was 26 years old, and her husband was 40 years old, and he was confident that he had a handsomeness that man did not have.

He thought so, but when the elf over there opened the door of the reception room for him, and the golden sunlight inside shone on him, he was stunned.

The inside of this reception room was actually bright, but outside it was a common rainy day.

"Please come in." A warm voice like the warmest and brightest you can imagine on a rainy day, like the sun, said, he shook his head, put on a shy and timid expression, and said , "Good afternoon ma'am, I'm Tom Riddle from Platinum Blog Antiques."

He knew how pleasing he was, and he had always been pleasing.

"Sit down," said the voice from the side, "raise your head, let me take a good look at you."

He raised his head, but was dazzled by her beauty.

He had never seen a more beautiful woman than her.

Her face, no words can describe that face, that face seemed to be glowing.

"Honey, what beautiful black hair you have." She watched his face and said softly.

He finally came back to his senses and smiled. "Madam's beauty shocked me." He lowered his head pretending to be shy to hide his real bewilderment, "Madam..."

She interrupted him.

"I don't like rainy days, I like sunny days, I like the feeling of the sun shining on me." Her blond hair shone on her shoulders, her elegant green eyes focused on him, and she sat on a comfortable table. On the green velvet sofa, she was wearing a pure black robe, with slender wrists exposed, and her hands were unadorned.

But those hands, those hands are so beautiful that they don't need any jewelry at all.

The hands gracefully folded on his knees.

The bewilderment he had pretended to be at a loss turned into real bewilderment emanating from his heart.

She is so beautiful that she should not exist in this world.

"What do you think? Do you like sunshine?" She tilted her head, looking a little childish, but this made her more like a living and accessible person, she said, "Do you like sunshine?"

He nodded.

As long as she likes it, then everything is fine.

So she laughed happily, she couldn't be seen to be 26 years old at all, she looked as if she was ageless.

He regretted it a little, if he was one or two years older - this lady was also from Hogwarts, just eight years older than him.

If he was a year or two older, he could see her in school.

She is so beautiful, as if she can see the deepest secret in his heart. It would be great if he could see her sooner.

"Before you show me those fresh baubles you've brought," she rang the bell, "what do you think we'll have afternoon tea?"

How else could he feel?

He just wants to make her happy.

She has him at this moment.

At this time, a child suddenly stumbled in. He had beautiful blond hair—a bit like her, but he also had a pair of gray-blue eyes. The elf, the elf was also holding a large silver plate in his hand, and there were a teapot and two teacups in it, and several other small pots.

She held out her hand to the child, "Come here, Lucius, what's the matter with you?"

The little boy didn't know how to speak yet, he just babbled and stretched out his hand to her, asking her to pick him up.

She took the child into her arms, "Dobby, what's the matter, why did Lucius run out?"

"Dobby is preparing snacks, but the young master wants to find his wife..."

"Okay, okay," she said, holding the baby up high, and she laughed, "Lucius, what do you want to do?"

The child was very young, had only just learned to walk, and could not even speak very well.

She kissed his face, "Lucius, I'm very busy now, and I'm meeting guests. Let's play together after meeting the guests, okay?"

She held him high.

The boy smiled happily in her arms, waving his short arms, and she kissed his cheek.

It was obvious that she liked him very much.

Even if the child is not hers.

He remembered the rumors that the women in their family would give birth to twins every generation, a boy and a girl. After the age of 14 a child dies, and then their mother dies before the other child reaches adulthood.

They keep changing their surnames in one continuous line. They are a family that relies on women to survive. They are called family destroyers.

Their husbands will suffer misfortune, and this misfortune is inseparably related to their relationship with her.But because of their beauty, there will always be men who fall in love with them, even if getting involved with them means that their family is going to perish, and their surname will eventually perish.

But apparently, his husband found a solution.

When she gave birth to a child, it meant that the countdown to her own life was turned on, and it would take no more than 17 years at most, and she would die no later than 17 years after giving birth to her child.

Yet everyone in the wizarding world knew about her husband's obsession with a wife who was more than a decade younger than him.

He didn't want her to have children, he had many, many mistresses.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy she held in her arms, although she said she was born to the outside world, but he was just a child born to her husband's mistress.

Perhaps because his mother's blood was the noblest, or perhaps for some other reason, he was brought back and bore his father's surname.

But she likes him, even if she can't have a child, even if the child's biological mother is her husband's mistress, she still likes him.

She coaxed him for a while, and the child fell asleep in her arms satisfied. Dobby put the huge silver plate on the coffee table, and looked at her with big eyes without blinking.

She handed over the baby in her arms, "Shh, he's asleep, Dobby, be careful, put him on the bed, let him have a good sleep."

The elf took the child meekly and nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

She watched the elf go out with the child, waved her hand, and the door of the reception room closed quietly.

Turning her head and smiling at the boy who couldn't help looking at her, her smile was more charming than the sunshine, "I've kept you waiting," she didn't use her wand, but just lightly tapped on the armrest of the sofa, and the teapot started Pour tea into a teacup, "What kind of tea do you like?"

Her slender fingers gripped the same slender bone china teacup, and she took a sip, a little wet on her lips, which glistened in the magically created sunlight throughout the room.

He manipulated the cup, using magic instead of his own hands, afraid he would tremble.

She is so beautiful.

She was also the most gifted witch he had ever seen.

She is of noble blood, and she is endowed with extraordinary talent.

He thought he would never see such a witch again.

But now, he saw her.

She's not even 14 years old.

She will be his.