HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

He'd rather put her paws in his mouth and play with it, but she'd probably run away angrily.

He laughed, and touched her head before the other party exploded, along the ear all the way down, touched her chin, and whispered, "I always think wizards can't die..."

Now that she understood, he said in Parseltongue, "I always feel like I can find some way to keep me from dying," he squeezed her paw, enjoying pressing her biggest pad, but obviously she didn't Like it, he pressed his paw on the back of his hand to prevent him from touching it, so he could only caress her ears and chin soothingly, "I asked a lot of people, read a lot of books, and the library of Hogwarts really benefited me a lot. Shallow, last time you said that Hogwarts didn't have any explanations about Horcruxes," he sneered, "probably Dumbledore cleaned the library." He pinched her chin and scratched her gently with his fingers. Scratching, "You said you have been to the secret room, what do you think of it?"

She rubbed the back of his hand, obviously enjoying it when he touched her chin like this.

"You think it's not bad? But it's been cleaned twice," he whispered. "They say Harry Potter killed the basilisk, he ruined the place, but actually, before he , I read all the books hidden there - only Parselmouth descendants can enter, that's where I knew how to make a Horcrux, and when I was young, I destroyed all the books in it - I'm very lucky, otherwise they would all know... As for why I destroyed those books? Because when I was young, I thought that an immortal person would not need offspring," he hugged her affectionately again, "Until I met you. Miss, my dearest lady, although it is a little late, you entered the Chamber of Secrets later than Harry Potter - which is a pity, otherwise you can look at the basilisk, which belongs to us Basilisk of the family, he will do anything you ask. I destroyed all the books on the dark arts in that chamber, but it was worth it, the secret of immortality is only mine - those things are all in my head now, I can teach you bits and pieces, and they'll never know."

"You are so smart. Although I never told you anything about that secret room, you can actually deduce its location by yourself. I believe there should be nothing there when you go, but, you You said you brought back the basilisk tooth, you said you thought it was dangerous, you said that since it can destroy my diary, it means Horcruxes are not indestructible," he rubbed his chin against her cheek head, "You are quite right, my lady, you are more thoughtful than all men," he said, "have you put your teeth away?"

She looked at him with big blue and green eyes, and he couldn't help kissing her again, "My naughty little thing, my dearest and dearest lady, my treasure..." he murmured Say, "You always have a lot of secrets."

She pulled out his hand with her claws, motioning for him to continue talking.

"I told you what they were like and how they got there," he said, without the slightest feeling that he might be telling one of the cruelest and most terrifying bedtime stories in the world, and that a child in the world would respond to it. "The first one is my diary," he said, "I love Hogsworth, and if Dumbledore hadn't turned me down, I sometimes think maybe I'd be a teacher at Hogsworth...  ..."

But that kind of life may not be long before he will be disgusted.

"There's a lot of me in it," he said, "sometimes when I think of that diary I want to feed Lucius to Nagini...she'd love to eat him...there's a lot of Thing, if you could see it," he murmured, "you'd see what I was like when I was young, you're like me, so much like me," he cupped her furry cat face and kissed her Little pink nose, "But you're better than me, you're actually an Animagus..." When he wanted to kiss her nose again, her resisting paw swung to his cheek again.

And it has two claws.

Although they all put away their nails.

She didn't have much strength, and it didn't look like beating him at all.

She hugged his head as if she wanted to applaud.

"Okay," he chuckled softly, "does this make you uncomfortable?"

She sneezed several times in a row, looking a little angry.

"It looks like it," he said to himself without hesitation, touching her back and tail, he couldn't tell what kind of cat it was, he just felt that her tail seemed to be longer than her body, fluffy The loose hair made the tail look thick, but it was really slender when he held it, and he felt like he was juggling as he felt from her head all the way to the tip of the tail.

The big fluffy tail bloomed between his fingers like a flower, and she picked her ears unconsciously, "It's good that cats like human caresses," he said, "Snakes actually like it too, Nagini likes me talking to her softly, and so does the basilisk..."

She tapped him with her tail to signal him to digress.

"You wear that ring," he said, "you wear it around your neck all the time, which is fine, but promise me, never, never try to put it on your finger," he held her face, wanting to see it all the way through her eyes, "You won't, will you?"

She never wore any rings, and he knew he had nothing to worry about, but he couldn't help it.

"You won't," he asked her, "will you?"

She turned her head sideways, hooked her tail to his wrist, and he laughed and held her tail, gently stroking the tip of her tail.

"That's my second Horcrux," he said.

"I told you, that night, I killed three people, my grandparents, my father, but I spared the Gaunt man, my uncle, from whom I got this ring , and he's the only pureblood Slytherin left, so I let him go," he squeezed her paw and couldn't help kissing and kissing, this time he didn't kiss her palm, so look She didn't seem so intolerable, he said, "Now it's yours."

You have my soul, my lady.

Madam once seemed to want it, although she didn't say anything, but he knew that she had wanted it, the way she looked at it was so eager, and the eagerness was obviously different from her usual.

His mood was a little unstable, and he kept kissing her paw, "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

She nodded.

"They don't understand me," he said. "You can't imagine how shocked I was when I found out. I always thought my mother was a Muggle. I thought my father was a wizard. I never thought it was the other way around. Come—a witch, how can a witch die because of having a child? How can she die after giving birth to me?"

He kissed her, "People say you will die because of your children, but you will not have children, you are my heart, you are my treasure, you are my little lion, you are my eyes Apple...you won't die! Because no matter which brat, any daring bastard dares to touch your finger, dare to provoke you even a little, I will definitely kill him..."

He said softly, "You're not going to die."

She rested her paw on his chest and listened quietly as he continued to speak.

"I went to the Gaunts," he whispered. "You can't imagine how vulgar and disgusting that man is! I don't want to have anything to do with him at all. They say the Gaunts rely on brother and sister marriages for generations." To keep our Slytherin blood pure, that is their pride, and our pride, because it ensures that your noble blood and mine will never be diluted, but at that moment, the moment I saw him For a moment I even thought the Gaunts were crazy, I thought it would be all right for me to have anything to do with Muggles, as long as I don't have anything to do with him, my... you, your... your great-grandmother," he said The words are not smooth at all, "The only good thing she has done in this life is to run away from home, trust me! My treasure, stop saying you wish your father was Lucius, trust me, as long as it is not him, As long as it's not him, even if your father is Sirius, even Snape is better than him! Compared with someone like that," he frowned, "let me tell you, even half Muggle blood is better than him." He is stronger!"

She realized that he was getting emotional, so she climbed up on him along his clothes, and rubbed him with her furry cat face, and he came back to his senses, "Sometimes I'm worried...my treasure, you Don't lose your temper with me anymore, you always lose your temper with me on those insignificant things..."

She continued to rub against him.

He had a whim.

"Call out," he coaxed her, "Meow meow for me, okay?"

She was stiff for a while, but he looked at her eagerly and expectantly, and finally made her hesitantly let out a cry from her throat, "Meow~?"

Hesitantly, with a vibrato.

There was even a little doubt, as if he was not sure if he could make a sound.

So cute that his heart will melt.

So he pushed forward and said, "One more time."

After repeating it two or three times, she finally got angry, turned her back and stopped looking at him.

He knew he was getting carried away, but she looked a little too cute for a cat.

Cats are better than people, even if cats run around, they can't go anywhere.

Besides no one would call a cat's attention.She reassures him more as a cat than as a person.

He touched her head with his fingers, "Okay, I said I'm telling you a story," he held her in his arms, "I'm so emotional, I went to see... that person," he stopped For a while, "You don't know how much he looks like me, I knew he was me...but he didn't think I was his son, he told me to get out of his house..."

She watched him.

"I wouldn't do that to you..." he said, "I wouldn't..."

He murmured, "I know you are mine, miss," and he laughed, "Miss, I know you belong to me." He said, "I would never do that to you."

She shook her head, buried her head in his palm and dawdled.

He continued to touch her head. "No, I'm not upset," he said. "I don't need blood like his, dirty, Muggle blood."

He said, "I'm the heir of Slytherin, and he stained me with his own dirty Muggle blood, he insulted me, and I don't need him, not at all."

"So I killed him."

He continued stroking her neck, "This is the story of me making my second Horcrux, the ring you hang around your neck."

She was still looking at him, with one blue eye and the other green.

She meowed again.

He subconsciously kissed her forehead, her fluffy, round cat head.

He paused for a while, and finally said, "I made six in total, and I always hoped that Harry Potter would be related to the birth of my seventh Horcrux," he cupped her face, "he always has One day it will, well, my treasure, I find that my story does not calm you down at all."

He held her in his arms, like a baby with a huge tail, "Go to sleep, I will tell you a story next time, I know you are very sleepy."

He hugged her with one hand, and kept stroking her neck and back with the other hand, knowing that this would make her relax.

As for not being allowed to touch her stomach, he laughed, rubbed his chin against her head, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

He kissed her forehead and hummed to her an old song that didn't know how many years ago.

His throat was ruined many years ago, and he speaks Parseltongue better than English, but he can't sing Parseltongue.

He can't sing lullabies either, because no one has ever sung them to him.