HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

She appeared from the air, crying uncontrollably, and ran from the door of the house to the living room, Lucius was following his master, saw her barge in without taking off her robe, and immediately felt that he needed another shot of sedative.

He even felt that it would be fine with just the bottle of tranquilizer from last time.

Even though it might have been laced with veritaserum.

He watched them nervously.

Seeing her open the door and standing there watching them trembling, and the Dark Lord was more nervous than Lucius, he looked at the girl and said cautiously, "What's wrong?"

She came rushing in from the door.

Lucius felt like someone was punching his heart with every step she took this way.

The Dark Lord's whole body tensed up, and he subconsciously sat upright, because he didn't know what the other party was going to do, so he had no choice but to stay the same.

The sofa beside him was sunken, and she knelt down beside him, wrapped his arms tightly around him, and put her chin on his shoulder.

Whether it was Lucius or the Dark Lord, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still very nervous.

And she hugged his neck, trembling and sobbing in his arms, whimpering like a wounded little beast.

After a while, he finally put his arms around her and asked her in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

She didn't speak, just whimpered, and put her arms around him.

Unlike her crying before, this time, she was in his arms.

Hugging is wholehearted trust in people. When you hug a person, you and his skin and muscles are in contact with each other. You can feel his every move without even looking at him.

You know the person in your arms trusts you.

So he subconsciously patted her on the back, his tone became low and gentle very naturally.

Things that were so difficult to do before, are so natural at this moment.

He coaxed her, coaxed her very awkwardly, patted her on the back, which he had never done before.

However, it seems that other people do this when coaxing their children.

"Okay, okay, I'm here, I'm here..."

(well, well, Igotyou, Igotyou...)

[It can be understood as 1 I got you. 2 I have you (and you are under my protection).It can also be simply understood as 3 I caught you. ]

As far as Lucius's personal understanding was concerned, the words sounded like a threat no matter what, from the Dark Lord's current throat.

But the parties were not aware of this.

He embraced her and coaxed her in a low voice, "Okay, okay..."

His robes were all covered with her tears.

A brilliant diamond.

It's not unreasonable for Christie to be able to hide from Muggles for so many years. Her daughter's tears are simply doomed that she doesn't need to worry about money.

She shook her head and refused to speak.

"Okay," he coaxed her, but suddenly realized something.

"Get out," said the Dark Lord, "you all get out."

Finally, someone closed the door for them, and he heard the click of the door closing, and continued, "Okay, okay, they're all out, now it's just you and me here..."

Everyone ran out, and she finally whimpered and cried in his arms.

"It hurts so much..." she cried.

This is a little lion, the Dark Lord thought, my little lion.

Fierce, violent, little lioness.

But he is still young, like a cat, sometimes he will act like a baby and lose his temper with you.

She's a Slytherin, he thought, but the kid is a lion.

Huge, fierce version of a cat.

"Where does it hurt?" He asked her softly.

She handed him her bloody fingertips with broken nails, and he held her. She was as tender as the first new leaf on a spring tree, and he felt as if he could pinch juice from her fingertips water comes.

He held her hand carefully, making sure that the nail was just broken due to excessive force, and it was not a wound caused by magic.

Even her nails are soft and brittle.

She is so vulnerable.

He thought, what would this kid do without me?

This was the second time he saw her bleeding with his own eyes, a very small wound, but she was crying so hard.

He wanted to kill Harry Potter and Draco for giving her a wound that big.

He carefully used a healing spell, "Okay," he kissed her fingertips, and said coaxingly, "It doesn't hurt anymore, the wound is healed." He patted her on the back, and the more he patted, the more proficient he became. He couldn't stop stroking her blonde hair, "I'm here." He said, "Look, the wound is healed, look, I'm here..."

"Grandpapa..." This was the third time she called him that.

It's not grandfather, it's not grandpa, it's grandpapa, it uses reduplicative words like when a child is acting like a baby, coupled with her trembling crying voice, it's incomparably like a child who has just learned to speak.

His heart softened.

That's how I can kiss her openly, he thought, Harry Potter?What is that?He's a student at the House of Stupid Lions in Gryffindor, yes, but this cub is mine, and no one can touch my cub except me.

"It hurts so much," she continued to sob, holding him with one hand and pressing the other on her heart, "My heart hurts so much..."

His softened heart ached following her, she was so uncomfortable.He wished he could share all the pain for her.

"How? Did Draco get hurt?"

He swore that if it was that kid, he would never make it easier for that kid.

But she shook her head and continued to sob.

Apparently she accidentally broke her nail herself.

He hugged her, put his chin on the top of her hair, and kept patting her on the back, "I'm here, what's wrong? What happened? Who bullied you?" He didn't think about it at all Is there anyone who can bully her, but subconsciously decided to avenge her, "Okay, here I am," he shook his arms, "Okay, okay..."

He really hated her.Although the last time she quarreled with him, he was so angry that he said to her, "Are you crazy?"

But he was just angry, his little lion is in good spirits.

And he regretted talking to her like that.

She still ignored him and just hugged his neck and cried.

He felt that she had provided him with a lot of funds, and his black robe was covered with diamonds the size of water droplets. With her, he didn't have to worry about money at all, but he still said, "Okay, okay, you made my heart cry It's all broken..."

Inadvertently, he took out the method he used to coax the previous female client to coax her.

And judging from various experiences, this trick is completely ineffective for her.

But he didn't know how else to coax her, and this time he could guarantee that he was absolutely sincere.

He wouldn't lie to his little lion, he couldn't.

She hugged his neck sobbingly, "I have a headache."

She cried for too long and cried too hard.

He called for a cup, and he said, "Would you like some water?" She probably lacked water, so she drank two full cups of water with his hand.

The way she gulped water while sobbing made him worry that she would choke, and he didn't even dare to tilt the glass too far until she stretched out her hand to support his.

After taking two sips from the third glass of water, her lips left the glass. She curled up in his arms, hugging her knees, her head still resting on his chest, sobbing intermittently.

He made the cup disappear, hugged her carefully, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I know he's going to die," he said softly, "but there's no way..."

She pushed him as if to crawl out of his arms, and he hurriedly hugged her tightly, "I was wrong, I was wrong," he said, "There will be a way, we will have a way."

There was nothing she could do, she couldn't live without the boy.The bruises under her eye circles were getting heavier, did she think he couldn't see that she was wearing makeup?Those powders could no longer cover her lack of sleep.

He knew she wouldn't get a few hours of sleep at night.She was restless after sleeping for so long during the day, and he even suspected that she was having nightmares in just a few ten minutes.When she woke up from the dream, she didn't look as good as she did before going to sleep.

If the Dark Lord hadn't seen it for himself, he would have killed the boy long ago if he hadn't been convinced that if he did it himself, the child would hate him for the rest of his life, and his presence would have been pain to her.

She would suffer like this forever if the boy didn't die.

He doesn't care about others, he only wants her to be well.

It was almost a month until their birthdays, and the boy had better not survive this month.

"Do you want me to rub your head for you?" He asked in a low voice.

Although he would definitely end up giving her a Pain Relief Charm straight away.

"Still rubbing my back," she said, "I want to sleep."

He rubbed his chin against her, "Okay. OK."

As long as the little lion is happy, let alone pat his back, just ask him to tell her a story.

"Tell me a story." The little lion said, as if using Legilimency on him.

……

"Okay," he vaguely felt that if he didn't answer again, the length of the interval between the two sentences would make his little lion be irritable again.He agreed before that, "What do you want to hear?"

"Horcruxes," she said, "you said before, I want to know more, I know you know how to make them, but how exactly do you do it? What are they like? How do you know ? I want to hear this."

He pondered for a while, "I have to think about it."

She nodded and said, "Remember to touch my chin and back, don't touch my stomach, I'm a girl."

How could he touch her belly?It sounds so weird that he wouldn't touch her belly even if she was his.

"I won't..." Before he could finish his words, the girl in his arms turned into a white cat with fluffy hair and one blue and one green eyes.

He was slightly surprised, then lifted her up in front of him, rubbed her head with his chin, and said, "I won't touch your belly."

He holding her like this made her feel insecure, the fluffy tail hooked his wrist subconsciously, and he couldn't help touching her head, and found that she was covered with that kind of fluffy long hair.

He looked at it, trying his best to resist the urge to rub his face against her stomach.

He obviously made her feel insecure by holding her like this, and she pulled him twice with her slender claws—it didn't help.

How strong can a cat be?

He simply lay on the sofa, put her on his chest, and gently pinched her pink and tender little paws - she basically didn't walk in this form, the soles of her feet were surprisingly tender.

And when he gently pinched her paws, she would subconsciously hide her nails into the flesh so as not to scratch him. He was very pleased to see her unconscious actions, and thought she was so cute.

He couldn't help but kissed that little paw, right on the biggest fleshy ball in her palm.

Then she was slapped directly with the other paw.

It was about the same as she usually was, she never liked him kissing her hand, she would pull it away.

Although this time she was more direct.

It doesn't hurt at all, how much can a cat slap you after putting away its nails?

Not to mention such a soft little paw.

The back of the hand is covered with a layer of plush, and the fleshy ball in the palm is a small pink claw.