HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The Dark Lord has always held a white cat in his arms recently. Almost no one knows where that cat came from, but they all think that cat is very beautiful.

Of course Peter Pettigrew, who is always shivering, shouldn't be counted, but everyone thinks he is a mouse and has a natural fear of cats.

That cat is really beautiful, with fluffy snow-white hair, one blue and one green eyes, and it always lies quietly in his arms when everyone and the Dark Lord report things, and he often strokes its cheeks thoughtfully. Head and back—he barely let go of the cat.

He's willing to fork-feed him even at mealtimes, and he'll try to feed him vegetables, though he'll usually stare at him when he brings a fork with kale or potatoes to his mouth Watch for a while, if he insists, she will slap his hand with her paw, and if he actually laughs at it, the cat will arrogantly turn away from him, or even jump off the table and walk away.

And he just laughed and coaxed it, "Okay, okay, come back."

Sometimes it comes back - if it's in a good mood.

It would jump onto the table again - first onto the Dark Lord's lap, then from his lap onto the table.

And the Dark Lord would be very happy to pet its head, and then feed it some perfectly cut salmon, steak or shrimp.

However, most of the time it just jumped down, and then walked out of the room arrogantly waving its tail, the big fluffy tail swaying behind it, like a ostentatious banner, and then the Dark Lord came Will not know why a person laughs.

It eats very politely, and at the same time, if the Dark Lord accidentally drops something off the fork and doesn't replace it in time, he looks up at him as if to ask, "Didn't you see it?" Did it fall on the table?"

Maybe cats like to eat meat and don't like vegetables, which is easy to understand.

But when he's feeding the cat strawberries, the scene looks out of character, especially strawberries covered in whipped cream and sprinkled with sugar.

He actually ate it, and seemed to like it - although it must have gotten the cream all over his furry cat face.

And he often laughed, dipped the napkin into the water glass to wet it, and then wiped its face seriously. After wiping it clean, he would hold up a new strawberry and ask it if he wanted to eat it. , it usually answers by turning its head away from him and giving him only a big, fluffy tail.

It doesn't seem to love to lick itself like other cats. To be precise, no one has ever seen it lick itself.

He stopped asking where the girl was, and he seemed to be putting all his attention on the girl on the cat, and one could even guarantee that he was a little more pampering with the cat.

After all, at least she never pawed him like this cat, so no one wondered if he would be angry if she slapped him.

The character of the cat is a bit like that girl, even more difficult to please than the girl.

But it's not sure, after all, cats are usually a little more unpredictable than dogs, and it's hard to guarantee that it's just that the girl's personality is more cat-like.

But one good thing was that he seemed happier than ever with the cat, which pleased him more than the girl.

The house-elves loved it and always followed it.

There are also people who want to please it, (most people have never seen the Dark Lord have any pets except Nagini, and this cat is obviously much safer than the snake) so they usually want to feed it something , but it is very proud, if it is not fed by the Dark Lord himself with a fork, it will not eat anything.

And even if the Dark Lord feeds it himself, it still refuses to eat a lot.

It wasn't even meant to be touched by anyone but the Dark Lord, though the little girl was willing and loving to let Lucius touch her head if he wanted to say it.

Although he didn't know why the little girl was willing to turn into a cat and wander around the house now, at least he wasn't the kind of idiot who would participate in discussions about whether the little girl had fallen out of favor with the Dark Lord recently.

She was by his side, and he doted on her even more than before.He said it in his mind, and then listened to the talkative group discuss whether Bella had a boy or a girl in her womb.

Unless the child in Bella's womb is 14 years old and extremely beautiful and intelligent, it will definitely not threaten the status of the girl in the short term.

"Is it because of her brother?" Someone said, "The Dark Lord will never tolerate his son betraying him, but she refuses to sever ties with him."

The crowd still thought she was the Dark Lord's daughter, the sister of Bella's unborn child.

He was so bored, he stood up and was about to leave, but at the door, someone called him, "Hey, Lucius..." He didn't bother to look back, although he knew that since he lost the Dark Lord's diary, After smashing the prophecy ball, he had to be more honest, but he felt that he didn't need much patience for this kind of idiot who obviously couldn't compare with him in terms of bloodline or IQ.

"How did your sister get pregnant with those twins?" the man asked him with a playful smile.

Why should I be with such a group of vulgar and nasty people?

He asked himself this question three hundred times a day.

He raised his eyes slightly, "It's just like your mother is pregnant with you." He said, and when he was about to go out the door, he turned his head and saw the cat walking with her light steps, shaking her sign Big Tail walked past the door.

A house-elf was chasing after it, because the Dark Lord gave her a fork of kale in the first bite when he fed her at noon today, so she jumped off the table in a rage and has ignored him until now, Not to mention taking a nap on his lap like usual.

I don't know if it's because of turning into a cat, but she is always sleeping.

But obviously he didn't sleep well.

The house-elves, for whatever reason, liked him very much, just like this one named Derry, who was chasing after him, holding a fork and trying to coax her to eat a strawberry covered in cream and sugar.

It whispered, "Just one, just one, this one is the most popular!"

He thought this scene was inexplicably funny, so he stopped Derry and told him not to run around holding the fork, then he took the fork himself, and looked up, and the cat was turning around the corner to look at him.

He couldn't help but smiled a little, and walked over step by step.

And it simply sat down, looking at him with watery eyes of two different colors, and he handed over the fork and said, "You didn't have lunch."

She is still looking at him.

"Just take a bite," he coaxed her, "I know cats eat less, but you should eat more or less."

She still didn't speak, but sat there.

When Draco was a child, he would not want to eat, but that was because he ate too much candy and snacks, and as long as he restrained his usual snacks, he would eat well, but this little girl's stomach is amazing, she is willing When you want to eat, you can eat the weight of two grown men, and when you don't want to, you can eat or touch nothing for a meal or two.

"Okay," he held the fork in his right hand, and reached out with his left hand to stroke her fluffy cat's head, "Okay, I know he pissed you off at noon, and he won't feed you kale anymore, at least not today. "

He sat down cross-legged, "Good boy."

He coaxed her very patiently.

The strawberry on the fork in his hand was within reach of her tongue.

She blinked.

He kept the fork in his hand at a close distance from her.

After a while, he felt that his left hand was rising continuously, and she became human for the first time in three days—right in front of him, his left hand was still on her head, and she Taking his right hand, he took the strawberry from the fork he was holding.

She suddenly became human, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"The cat's stomach is very small," she said. "It can't eat much, and I eat too much in the morning. I'm not hungry at all."

He was a little embarrassed and wanted to withdraw his hand.

But she said, "Touch my head," and she pressed his hand, "coax me, like if you really had a daughter."

"Why do you want to be my daughter?" He sighed, touched her head, and at the same time stood up, she held his hand instead and stood up, "Maybe it's because you are a living person..."

She stood up after him, "And I know where I can find you."

"Stupid boy," he stroked her head and withdrew his hand, "Are you hungry now?"

She stood up, maybe because she had been a cat for too long, she felt shorter in everything she looked at now, and at the same time felt that her body had become a little heavier, she raised her head and blinked her eyes, "You said Peter Pettigrew did it What does it feel like to be a mouse for more than ten years?"

"I can't tell," he thought for a while in disgust, "I heard that many people feed the mice with mealworms."

She seemed to think of something, and made a disgusted face, "I don't want to try it at all."

"But some people say that eating salt like people will make the health of many pets worse," he said. "If you can, don't become a cat."

She stretched her limbs a little, "I always want to put my hands on the ground."

He laughed softly, for her rare childishness.

However, when she turned into a human and continued to walk lightly in the house step by step, Lucius was always thinking about the cat. The cat was proudly waving its big tail, and its walking posture was similar to hers. It's the same, but a little more arrogant.

He couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic.

But no one was more disappointed than the Dark Lord.

You know, she didn't go back to her room for almost three days, and he hardly let go of his arms holding her. He even let her sleep on his pillow, and covered her with a small blanket because he was afraid that she would be cold. ——At that distance, as long as he wants to, he can reach out and touch her.

He really wanted to hug her to sleep, but under her fierce resistance, this thought could only be suppressed.She has always hated the feeling of being imprisoned, even if it's just two arms.

But in the middle of the night, I don't know why she always sleeps restlessly, and she always wakes up in the middle of the night.

After waking up from the dream, she will be a little panicked and indescribably cute.

At that time, at that time he could hold her in his arms, and at that time she would allow him to hold her and sleep for a while.He could hold her in his arms and touch her ears and chin, from the head to the tip of the tail, literally anywhere but the belly.

She had never been so obedient and well-behaved.

Three days did not leave him for too long.

He can even help her wash her face with a towel and brush her teeth with a toothbrush, but at most he can help her wash her paws with clean water or take a towel soaked in warm water and help her wipe the hair on her back and limbs and tail.

She was more violent than a real cat in resisting his attempts to wash her face while she was there.

She resented him touching her belly.

Even if he accidentally touches her with a towel while wiping her hair, he will whip his paws.

Now the living room door is open, and she is wearing a pair of black trousers and a deep emerald-colored shirt that is the same as her eyes. The buttons made of black gemstones and sterling silver are all buttoned neatly, even The two buttons on the sleeves are buttoned meticulously.

When she opened the door and came in, he looked at her seriously for a while, and felt that from the bottom of his heart, he still hoped that the obedient white cat would come in.

But when she sat beside him with her hair still a little wet, he still happily took a comb she conjured up out of nowhere, and gently combed her hair as beautiful as a golden thread stand up.

He smelled her new peppermint shampoo and felt like sneezing.

But at the same time he couldn't help thinking, look, how pretty she is.

Whether it is a human or a cat, it is very beautiful.