HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Tomorrow is Regulus' 15th birthday.

Saturday, May [-]th.

In the face of this birthday, everyone is very nervous.

Although most people didn't know who and what was going on with Regulus - he kept silent about it.

Not many people in Hogwarts even knew that today was his birthday.

But just like Harry, Snape, and Dumbledore and others are very clear, Christie sat in front of his hospital bed for a long time, with a pale face, sitting on a small foot next to her son's bed. On the stool, like a ghost.

She had been sitting like this all day, and she even chose to take a break from her lectures, and Snape, he was helping her.You can imagine what a hell it must be for a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today.

"Mom," her son whispered, "we've had a lot more time than we thought."

She nodded, but still guarded him and refused to leave.

She was still holding a delicately engraved silver pot in her hand.

She seems to be drinking medicine more frequently than usual today.

There is nothing scarier than someone you love destined to leave you.

Hogwarts at night was very quiet, too quiet.

Dumbledore and Snape, he'd found them here since Harry came in after class.

Time passed bit by bit, I couldn't tell whether it was fast or slow.

Only one night left.

Draco walked in suddenly.

His eyes swept over everyone, and then he stood in front of Regulus.

The two of them looked at each other for a while.

Harry was surprised to see that for a split second there was a resemblance between the two of them.But only for a moment.

Regulus looked even more handsome, and his demeanor was gentler, he said, "There you are."

"Yes." Draco said.

"Did she call you here?"

"No," Draco said, "I wanted to see you."

"What do you want to say?" Regulus laughed, patting the empty seat beside him, "Sit here, my cousin."

"You should know."

"I don't know if I know what you think I know."

"I now confirm that you know what I think you should know."

"That's good," Regulus said. "She managed to do it, and she changed another person."

"That's no big deal," Draco said stiffly. "You know, there's only one thing she can't do, and only one."

"Because that's wrong," Regulus said. "When we love someone, we don't just indulge her in one way. We should also point out when she makes mistakes."

"Really?" Draco looked at him, "What if we're wrong ourselves?"

"Really?" Regulus seemed to be imitating him on purpose, "Then let's wait until the final ending is revealed."

The two of them said such confusing words.

Harry could only guess that "she" was Vera.

Of course, the two of them can only discuss that girl.

"She couldn't accept your death," Draco said. "You don't know what she did to prevent it from happening."

"Did she tell you everything?" Regulus asked back.

"No," Draco said, "but I'm not as stupid as you think."

He bit his lips, "You and I both know she doesn't take me seriously." He said this calmly, and he said, "Regulus, you know, she only cares about one person in this world .”

"It's been said that feelings blind people," Regulus said. "It seems you don't."

"For some, yes," Draco said, looking him in the eye. "I doubt some of them even realize they've been lying to themselves all this time, do they, Regulus?"

"Perhaps." Regulus said lightly.

"What time is it?" Draco asked.

"Nine eighteen," said the boy. "You and I have about three hours to talk. It's no fun sitting around like this. Shall we play a game of wizard chess?" time?"

Regulus used the silver pocket watch in his bosom to check the time.

Harry noticed that Draco had been looking at the pocket watch from the time Regulus took it out of his pocket to check the time until he put it back.

"You always thought that the whole situation was under control," Draco withdrew his gaze, "but is that really the case?"

"Say something like that to a dying person?" Regulus shook his head. "I only have a few hours left to live. Is the whole situation under control? It doesn't matter at all, no matter how dead a person is." If he cares about the life of the living, he will not be able to participate in the chess game after all."

Draco bit his lip, as if patiently.

"As I said, Draco," Regulus whispered, "guard yourself from all danger."

"Let's go," Draco said.

Dumbledore stood up, "I need to take care of something." He glanced at Snape, "Come with me, Severus."

Every time Dumbledore called Snape Severus, his expression changed a little.

After a while, Christie also stood up suddenly, and walked out in silence.

And the chess game between Draco and Regulus has already begun.

Ron is very good at wizard chess.

But looking at it now, Harry, it seemed as if the two of them were pretty good at the game, too.

The two of them played for a long time, and the wizard chess finally spewed a foul-smelling liquid at Draco, and he waved his wand to block it.

"You lost," Regulus said.

"You're playing with me." Draco defined.

"Why do you think so?"

"She said that only you can beat her."

"so?"

"She has never played with me for so long." Draco said, "You are playing with me. You know that I have failed, but you want to watch me spend more energy in the game."

"If you think so," Regulus said, "then why are you still obsessed with this game?"

"Probably..." Draco lowered his head, "Probably because I'm still lucky."

"Just like her," Regulus concluded, "Draco, don't take your chances."

"It's not for you or me to judge whether she was lucky or not." Draco looked at him. "She told the people in the house that your birthday is a month away."

"No big deal," Regulus said.

"Whether that's the case," Draco said, "we'll find out today."

"You think you are different to her," Regulus looked at him, "everyone thinks they are different to her."

"Including you," Draco said. "You think you're different than anyone else, Regulus. Come on, you've always been proud of that!"

"It seems that you really know everything." Regulus pouted his chin, and he smiled arrogantly, which made him look very much like Sirius to Harry, but Draco felt that he The posture is arrogant like Voldemort.

A man can only ever see what he wants to see.

Draco trembled with anger at his attitude, and said, "Just wait and see, Regulus, just wait and see."

"Look at what?"

"Look at how your game is. I remember that your game is always [-]-[-]."

"I won this round."

"You're not even sure," Draco taunted him. "You only have two hours. After these two hours, if you're still alive, the game will move on to the next one."

"Anyway," Regulus looked at him, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"She's been crying," Draco said.

"you saw it?"

"Dad said that," Draco said, "she's been having a hard time controlling her emotions these days, she's been crying and throwing tantrums." He looked at Regulus, "I don't know what she's doing, but I Never seen her so nervous, not even when she was planning to kill Dumbledore!"

Harry looked at Draco, who he thought was not quite sure what he had just blurted out.

"Did you tell your dad that my birthday is tomorrow?"

"No." Draco looked at him, "but you know she can't live without you."

"She must live without me." Regulus looked at him, "Only one of me and her can survive, there is no option for both of us to live."

He said, "Draco, will you take care of her for me?"

Draco suddenly took out something wrapped in green wrapping paper from his bag, tied with a silver ribbon and tied with a bow.

"Hold it," he said.

"A birthday present for me?" Regulus laughed.

"You have a long time ahead," Draco said. "I'm sure she can do anything."

Regulus took the gift and asked him, "Can I open it?"

"Okay." But Draco left after saying this.

Regulus weighed the gift.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked him.

"It's nothing." He raised his head and smiled at Harry, "This gift is heavy."

He tapped it with his fingers, and the ribbon pulled itself out like a living thing, while the green wrapping paper unfolded itself layer by layer like a flower.

Finally, a small ebony box with a silver buckle was revealed inside.

He unfastened the buckle with his hands, and the box was padded with dark purple velvet, and on the dark purple velvet lay a crystal ball quietly.

There is no impurity at all.Reflecting outward on the purple velvet, it looks like a huge drop of water.

It was so beautiful and flawless that Harry dared to say he had never seen a crystal ball like it before.

Harry saw Regulus stroke the crystal ball thoughtfully.

"He knows a lot." Regulus said in a low voice.

Then he put the crystal ball away, put it on a side cabinet, and said to Harry, "Remember to help me put this crystal ball into my coffin."

Harry didn't understand all this.

However, the appearance of that crystal ball obviously made Regulus nervous.

He began to keep looking at his watch.

He looked as if he wanted to die more than anyone else.

Yet again the hour and minute hands coincide at midnight.

Draco was right.

Regulus did not die.

There was a burst of ecstasy in Harry's heart, "Regulus!" He screamed the moment the two needles merged, "You're all right! You're all right!"

However, Regulus suddenly lost his mind.

"Impossible!" He murmured, "This is impossible!"

He looked at his mother, "Mom..."

His mother paled and shook her head.

Dumbledore said, "It seems that the lady has indeed found a way..."

"There's no other way," said Regulus. "It's impossible!"

He tremblingly grabbed the crystal ball that Draco gave him, he took it out of the box, sat on the hospital bed and held it in both hands, he was trembling so badly, the box fell from the cabinet, accompanied by a snap With a bang, the cover flew off.

However, he was holding the crystal ball, trembling and collapsing.

He closed his eyes, but after a moment he suddenly lost his strength, and the crystal ball fell from between his fingers, but Dumbledore cast a levitation spell to keep the crystal ball floating in the air.

"It's your gift," said Dumbledore. "You can see the future, can't you?"

He held the crystal ball in his palm, and he looked at Regulus through the crystal ball.

"Son," Dumbledore asked him, "what did you see?"

Harry could see that Dumbledore's blue eye was enlarged, his blue pupil filling the entire crystal ball.

Lying on the bed, Regulus said, as if struck by despair, "Nothing, Professor, I don't see anything."

"It's all fog, a fog, and there's nothing in it," he said.

"But it doesn't matter," he said, "I can use astrology." He stood up from the bed, and Harry was surprised to find that he was much better than his previous frail state, and his face seemed less pale than before.

He himself was aware of this.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "if you want to do that, then do it." He said, as if inadvertently, "I think that's in your family's genius."

Regulus looked at Dumbledore, "Professor, you know I'm not stupid." He said, "I know what you're implying to me."

"Yes?" said Dumbledore. "You know what I mean, young man?"

"You're smart," he sat down on the bed again, "that's what they say, you know what we're going to do next."

"I don't think I know." Dumbledore looked at him through his own glasses.

And the boy sneered.

"Professor," he whispered, "do you wish me to stand over there?"

"I'm not sure you're on this side," said Dumbledore softly.

"You always suspect me more than my sister," said Regulus, "because you think I'm more like Tom Riddle, boy, dark-haired, handsome, manipulative, and you've seen me at first I have already made such a comment for me." His continuous sneer has already made Harry feel scared, "Maybe others can feel that I am manipulating her, but you can't."

Dumbledore said nothing.

"Professor, my sister, blond, beautiful, likable, self-willed, fearless, good at persuading people, will approach anyone she thinks useful, and always consider some dangerous things," Regulus approached Dumbledore, "Professor, do you want me to continue?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean," said Dumbledore.

"She resembles a person, a person you know," he said.

Dumbledore looked a little nervous.

"And Tom Riddle is kind of like that guy in a way," he said again.

"Enough, Regulus," whispered Dumbledore, "I see what you mean." Harry had never seen him so embarrassed.

"Professor," said Regulus, "I never wanted to say it, but you forced me to tell you. Well done, Professor, I have the secret you want to know, and I have yours. It's a secret that I don't want others to know, and I'm sure my sister knows it too." Regulus frowned and said vindictively.

"My sister is very dangerous. No matter what she is doing now, what she is doing is very dangerous to others as well as to herself." He paused for a while, "Perhaps you know better than anyone else that they are like that. people……"

He seemed to have recovered a bit of energy, "Since you have tried me many times, I will tell you officially now, I, Regulus Black, son of Sirius Black, grandson of Tom Riddle."

This was the source of his indescribable beauty.

Then he said, "You are satisfied, Professor?"

Dumbledore's eyes dodged behind the glasses for a while, and he finally came back to his senses, "Great..."

"If you believe me, now is a good time," Regulus said, "tell everyone, tell them, I am dead."

There was no smile on his face when he stood up, but it still didn't detract from his handsomeness.

He seemed to be thinking about something.