HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Draco unfolded his new note, "How is he?"

Not signed.

He didn't know how to answer her, he didn't even think he could answer her.

that boy...

The boy he had given him a crystal ball last night had just been pronounced dead by Dumbledore.

He took a deep breath and felt that if this news were known to her, it might lead to some terrible consequences.He folded the paper subconsciously, but when he looked up, he saw Harry Potter looking at him.

Harry Potter had a good relationship with that boy, and although he was haggard from a sleepless night, he didn't seem to have swollen eyes from crying or anything else.

This had to make Draco question something.

Normally, Harry Potter would duck away when he met his gaze, but this time he didn't, as if he wanted to see something in himself - just as he did in him.

The veracity of that news is debatable.

Christie didn't come to the cafeteria for breakfast today.

The entire cafeteria fell into a terrible silence at the very beginning, and now some girls even cried in a low voice.

Although her brother seldom came out to class and interacted with other students because of his poor health, there were indeed quite a few people around him.

He needs to write back right away.

Today is Sunday.

He had to write her back right away, no excuses.

She was very concerned about his life and death, but...

What is he going to say?

He had to give her an exact answer, but it would drive her crazy.

He had to describe, describe today's Harry Potter, he was very strange, and then said that he thought this news was fake, untrue, and a deliberate fake move by those people.

But when he thought that even if there were countless possibilities to show that the news was false, he would tell her himself, he trembled with fear.

He couldn't imagine her hearing the news.

The more he thought about it, the more he lost his appetite. He stood up and went out from the cafeteria. Clark and Goyle, with their mouths full, stood up awkwardly and followed behind him.

Harry immediately followed suit and followed them out.

Clark muttered and wanted to say something, but Draco scolded him, "Shut up! Swallow what's in your mouth before talking to me! You unmannered pig!"

He looked very restless.

Harry didn't understand how he was so confident that Regulus would not die last night, but now it seemed that this matter was almost impossible in his mind.

Clark swallowed what was in his mouth, "What are you going to say? Are you going to tell her?"

"Why don't you tell her for me?"

"You can't hide it from her for long. Someone will definitely tell others. Instead of telling her, you should tell her now."

"You're so smart," Draco practically snarled. "Are you going to try? Are you going to tell her?"

"She's going to kill me," Clark said.

Draco took a deep breath, and he suddenly turned around and put his head against the wall, as if trying to calm himself down with this action, while Harry hid behind the sculpture in order not to be seen by the other party.

The invisibility cloak, he panickedly wanted to take the invisibility cloak out of his robe pocket.

As he dug and listened, Clark said, "She's not going to kill you, Draco, don't forget, she'll take half of any damage you take."

Harry put on the tights, and walked behind Draco generously.

She wouldn't kill him, but she...

When she is sad, he suffers more than her.

She never cared about him but he cared about her!

"Shut up, Clark!" Draco said, lowering his voice. "You didn't tell the family that the boy's birthday is today, not next month, did you?"

"No, you told me the news. By the way, why is her birthday different from her twin brother's?" Gore said dully, "Mom just wrote that her birthday is next month, and that black The Demon King attaches great importance to her 15th birthday, and asked me if she has anything she likes..."

"You'd better shut up," Draco said tremblingly, "and never let the Dark Lord know that it's her birthday!"

"Draco..."

"Shut up!" Draco seemed to have changed back to his original self, a spoiled child, he shouted at his two followers, "You all shut up, let me Be quiet!"

"You have to give her an answer right away," Clark said. "You know she has no patience."

Draco looked back at him with an extremely fierce look, and Clark subconsciously shut his mouth.

"I've spent more time with her than you have with her," Draco warned him in a low voice. "You think you know her better than I do?"

But in the next second, he kicked over a bucket next to him, probably because some elf wiped the floor and forgot to clean it up.

He was very cranky now, and, Harry thought, he looked terribly frightened.

Today is the weekend again, no matter what, he has to write back to her.

But what about that girl?

Harry didn't think she would kill as Clark said.

But he believed she wouldn't hurt Draco.

Leaving aside the strange magic connected with her in the latter, simply based on Harry's understanding of the girl, she is not such a cruel person.

They were walking, and Draco suddenly took two steps back in succession.

In front of them, a white cat is looking up at them.

A white cat with snow-white, fluffy fur, and two eyes, one blue and one green.

Draco stood still, "Clark," he took a deep breath, "Goyle," Harry felt as if he had expended all his energy on speaking, "One of you walks forward, one of you walks back, Watch out, if someone comes over..."

Apparently, he had given this order to his two followers many times, so before he could finish his words, the two of them dispersed in a clear way.

Harry dodged past the clumsy Goyle.

The white cat sat on the floor, her fluffy tail patting the ground gently.

yes she.

Harry had realized that was what Vera's Animagus looked like.

Draco knelt down, kneeling in front of her, and whispered to her, his voice so low that Harry had to move closer to her, "You shouldn't have come..." He whispered, "It's too dangerous here. "

"I want to know how he is," the white cat said in a hoarse voice, and then she turned into a witch sitting on the ground in a dark emerald robe, with blond hair hanging on her shoulders, "how is he?" ?”

Like crying out his throat.

Harry suddenly remembered Draco and Regulus saying last night, "She's been crying!"

"Vera," Draco said softly, "listen to me..."

Usually when people start going round and round trying to appease you, it's a sign that they have bad news to tell you.

Vera is usually very smart, but at this time, she was actually in the mood to listen to Draco's explanation.

"We all know he didn't die that easily," Draco said, "I saw Harry Potter today, and he kept looking at me like he wanted to know something from me, everyone knows you care about him, Everyone knows, have you..."

"Did they say he was dead?" The girl suddenly turned her head, and her voice suddenly became sharper.

"Vera," Draco tried to comfort her, "Have you ever thought about it, maybe they just want to trick you out and say he's dead..."

"So you think he's dead?" she asked Draco.

Draco bit his lip and said, "No, Vera, I don't believe there's anything you can't do..."

But her blond hair fell down her neck, and Draco whispered, "Vera!" He pointed to the small tooth mark on her neck, "What's going on?"

Harry involuntarily moved closer, and found that the tooth mark was very small, the distance between the two teeth was narrower than the width of his little finger, and it had scabbed over, but there was still a little dried blood on it.

Those teeth marks stood out against her milky skin.

He trembled and said, "Did you let the snake bite yourself?!"

"It's not important," she pushed him away, "I don't believe..."

She stumbled to her feet, "I have to go see him..."

"Vera," Draco cried, "you can't be seen! You can't be..."

"Don't stop me," she tried to shake him off, but he held him firmly, "Don't stop me!"

"Vera," Draco practically begged, "if you really want to see him that much, Vera, become a cat, become a cat, I'll carry you, you can't be found here, Vera..."

But she had clearly lost her mind with grief, and she pointed her wand at Draco, "Do you think I dare not? Do you think you can control me? Draco! Don't try to control me!"

Draco stood there desperately, he didn't try to escape.

Harry tried to stay away from them, but Vera seemed to be out of spirits, and suddenly fell backwards unsteadily. She subconsciously waved her hand to try to maintain her balance, but she happened to grab Harry's hand.

She seemed to realize something suddenly.

She grabbed Harry's hand tightly and pulled his cloak off him, revealing Harry's face and Draco's mouth gaping open.

But she laughed, "Harry," she looked at him tearfully, "Harry, Regulus is okay, he's okay, isn't he?"

Harry felt like he was on the verge of saying yes.

But what Regulus said last night seemed to flow through his ears again, "...we have to make her think I'm dead, otherwise she won't stop..."

He opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Answer me," she said, diamonds streaming from her green eyes, "Harry, please..."

That strange feeling in Harry's head came back, and he wanted to see her cry harder.

"Harry..." she begged him, but he was unmoved.

"Are you playing with me?" She stopped trembling suddenly. "Harry, do you find me funny the way I am?"

Before Harry could speak, she suddenly punched him in the stomach, "Answer me!"

Harry didn't expect that she would actually hit him, and for a moment she punched him to the core. Her eyes were still teary, but her voice had become darker, "Harry Potter!" she called out to him loudly. name, "Answer me!"

Harry was stunned. He didn't expect that the girl who kissed his lips just a few days ago was hitting him now. He didn't expect that the famous girl who was good at using magic was hitting him with bare hands. He didn't expect that The girl hit him so hard that he couldn't speak.

"Where is he?" She jumped out word by word, and each time Harry uttered a word, Harry felt another heavy blow in his stomach.

"Stop!" Draco turned pale with fright, "Stop, Vera, if someone sees..."

She slapped him backhandedly, but a faint palm print appeared on her own face.

Harry remembered that she was afraid of pain.Regulus had also said many times that she was pain-sensitive, and he even said that any wound that appeared on Draco's body would appear on her first.

But she didn't seem to feel anything, just took a deep breath, "Don't stop me, Draco, don't stop me, although you think you are different from others, but..."

She turned her head again and looked at Harry Potter lying at her feet. Harry only felt that she was looking at him through his teary eyes, but he didn't know whether the words were said to himself or to Draco, or To both of them, "If he dies! I'll still kill you!"

Draco was too scared to move, and she squatted down, holding Harry's hair, "How is he?"

Harry had made up his mind never to speak.

She stood up, "Tell me!" Her pointed shoes kept hitting Harry's ribs, and he curled up subconsciously, protecting his head and abdomen, "How is he!"

"Vera!" Draco yelled, "You can use Legilimency on him, Vera, stop hitting him! You'll kill him!"

Harry couldn't help but sarcastically remembered that her kiss had caused him to cry and beg Snape to teach him Occlumency again.

The girl knelt down again, and this time she grabbed his hair, the lock that always stood up, and she held her wand just like that to his temple.

She pushed so hard it seemed she wanted to poke her wand straight into his temple.

Harry raised his head in a daze, only to see Draco's pale face, still stained with tears.

He couldn't learn well, and when he was practicing, Snape always saw him keep thinking about the moment when her lips touched his own, and Snape told him with a sneer, "Great, Mr. Potter, you will use this trick to successfully make the Dark Lord fly into a rage, and you will not continue to penetrate into your mind!"

Thinking about it now, Snape even had a sense of humor, and he couldn't help pulling his lips.

He always failed with Snape.

But this time, he succeeded, he successfully turned his head into a blank, the girl searched everything, feeling like she was facing an empty room.

She was furious.

She grabbed his hair and smashed his head to the ground like a rubber ball.

"Vera!" Draco screamed, "Vera, don't do this! You'll kill him!"

She pointed her wand at Draco, "Leave me alone!"

Draco looked at her in disbelief, "Vera..."

However, a light came from behind her and hit her on the shoulder. She turned around with a cry of pain, and Harry heard her cry out in surprise, "Regulus!"

She tossed his head casually, and Harry's head touched the floor for the last time, and he tried to keep his eyes behind him.

"They say you're dead," she said in Parseltongue. "They're lying to me, Regulus, aren't they?"

She was testing him, she was making sure that the person opposite was the one she wanted.

"It's not their fault," he said, "sister, it's me..."

"You're still alive," she laughed tremblingly, "Re, you're still alive!"

She still had that gloomy, angry tone before, but now, seeing Regulus, she was as happy as a child who got candy.

"Sister," Regulus took a deep breath, "Sister!"

"You're alive," she looked at him, probably smiling, "nice," she said. "Reculus, you are still here."

Harry's forehead was scratched by her nails at some point, and blood flowed into his eyes, blurring his vision. He heard Vera say, "You are here."

Regulus strode over, "Sister," he said, "I've told you many times! Stop!"

"I can't do it," she cried, sobbing, "I can't do it!"

"You have to do this, you have to let me die!" Regulus said, "You have to do this, and he... sister, he even likes you! He likes you, sister, how can you do this to him!"

"You know it, you know it all!" she cried. "If you think it's important for him to like me, if you think it's important for you to be liked by someone..."

Regulus approached, and Harry suddenly realized what he could do.

He had to save himself, he couldn't bring Dumbledore over and he couldn't bring Dumbledore over, but in magic...

He whispered, "Kricht!"

"Come here! Kricht!"

He is the master of Klitsch, and the apparition of house-elves is unrestricted.

Klicer fell from the sky with a thud, "Klicer was summoned by the master's magic," he bowed his head deeply to Harry, "Although it is very unwilling, it wants to obey its beautiful mistress Two beautiful, noble grandchildren of pure blood," it glanced at Harry in surprise, "It seems that Kerry's wish is not far from being fulfilled."

"Stop her!" Harry cried, "Stop her!"

"Stop who?" Klitsch asked, and it said, "Oh, look! That's the granddaughter of my late mistress, the one Klitsch really wanted to obey..."

"Stop her, stop Vera Malfoy!"

"For what?" Kerry asked, "For what should Krich stop my lady, my pure-blooded, beautiful, noble lady..." It was obviously trying to get out of Harry's words. Find any reason not to obey him, it really found, Harry's order is not clear enough, Harry's order it can not carry out.

Harry didn't have time to listen to the words after it, he just endured the pain in his lungs, gasping for air, yeah, stop her, stop her for what?He doesn't even know what she wants to do!

Over there, Vera didn't seem to hear anything, she said, "Reculus, why?"

"No why."

"I didn't ask that!" she screamed. "Why do you always have to be on their side? Why are you never on my side? Regulus, you say he likes me, they like me, and then What's the point? They like me, but I don't like them, I don't like any of them! It means nothing to me that they like me!"

"Is that Master Regulus!" Klicer exclaimed, "My noble blood, elegant character, the heir of the Black family, is Klicer's real master! That is..."

"Shut up! Kricht!" said Harry, feeling his mind growing dizzy. "Take me to the infirmary..."

however.

"No," Draco said, "you can't go, if you go they'll know she's here..."

"You take him," Regulus said, "you take him, Draco."

Regulus said, "As for the reason, you can always make up one. You can't watch him being beaten to death by my sister!"

Draco looked up suddenly and glared at him.

And his sister looked at him, and suddenly laughed loudly, "Regulus, you always say that I am cruel to those boys." She stood up, Harry looked at her, wanted to tell her to run, wanted to tell her not to He continued to laugh like crazy, but he couldn't speak, and he couldn't stop her.

She laughed, and that laugh made her look crazier than Bellatrix

"Enough, sister!" Regulus said painfully, "Enough! Go back! Go back!"

She said, "You've always been like this, you've always been like this..."

Goyle suddenly screamed, "Draco!"