HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"My sister is a spoiled child," Regulus said.

He has been getting better and better since his birthday, borrowed his invisibility cloak from Harry, and wandered around the school in it all day long.

Harry was still in the infirmary when he said this.

Madam Pomfrey said that Harry's concussion was a bit serious, because he was underage, and some brain repair magic was obviously not suitable for him, so after three days passed, he finally didn't want to move casually. The physical desire to vomit is gone.

However, Harry still couldn't make much movement, he just lay on the bed, watching Regulus take off the invisibility cloak, put it on the bedpost beside him, and cast some kind of magic on the bed curtain so that people would not know myself here.

After he had said that, he continued, "Harry, you can't keep her from getting what she wants."

Harry felt a dull pain in his chest, and she hit him a little too hard with her bare hands.

"Everyone dotes on her," he said, approaching Harry's bed. "She's always been a delight, and the kind that people let her do what she wants."

Regulus knelt down and said, "She's always been popular with boys, when we used to be in America, you know how much Americans love football, I mean, American Muggles," Regulus looked Harry's eyes, "And football, the captain of the football team and the captain of the rugby team liked her very much."

Harry didn't need to finish listening to know the ending, "They did a lot of stupid things for her? Like me and Draco?"

"Almost," Regulus shrugged, "but, I found out recently that the two of them are together."

Harry felt as if something was wrong with his ears, "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by being together? Regulus?"

"Nothing special," Regulus said, "just that if one day you find yourself wanting to kiss Draco - trust me, I'm never going to think it's a big deal."

"I would never want to kiss him!" Harry exclaimed.

"Shhhhhh," Regulus whispered, as he sat beside Harry's hospital bed, "Hush."

"I don't want to kiss him," said Harry. "I definitely don't want to kiss him. I'd rather kiss..."

No, pro-Ron wasn't quite right either.

Regulus laughed softly, "Harry," he put his fingers lightly on Harry's forehead, and said, "I'm just joking with you, but if you continue to like her, you may one day You'll feel like Draco knows you best in the world."

"Why?" Harry asked him.

"You are a bit like Draco," Regulus said, "Although I don't understand why he likes her so much for now, but Harry, you like my father, don't you?"

"I love your daddy," said Harry, "why don't you call him daddy?"

"Harry," Regulus chuckled, "I've never met him," he went on, "maybe he's the nicest man in the world to you, but neither Vera nor I have." He, we couldn't have any affection for someone we'd never met. We knew he was our father, but we hadn't had a father for 15 years, and we were so used to it."

Harry couldn't understand Regulus.

He wished like crazy that his parents would be there, and preferably Sirius, he hoped that they and Lupine could always be by his side, he hoped that they could always be by his side.

"Okay," said Regulus, "Harry, let's get down to business."

He continued, "I should have died a week ago."

"You didn't," said Harry, "maybe the curse..."

"No," Regulus continued, "Harry, that curse won't disappear so easily," he pulled his finger away, turned around and took out a huge thing from a delicate silver wallet on his body, "I borrowed the Pensieve from Dumbledore, and I've been using it these days to look up my past memories and wonder if there's anything I've forgotten, but, Harry, I think you should take a look too. .”

As he spoke, he took out another small test tube from his wallet, and there was an emerald light flowing in it, just like his and his sister's eyes.

"I never told you about my dreams," he explained, "I can see the future in my dreams," he suddenly smiled softly, "Harry, since the day I was 14 years old At night, I kept seeing the future and seeing Vera grow up, and my mother said that was normal."

"What about her?" Harry countered. "Can she do it too?"

"We are a little different," Regulus poured the emerald-colored memory into the basin. "She, like my mother, can see the past. Well, come on, Harry, let's look at my dreams together."

Harry was familiar with this feeling, and just a few days ago, he and Dumbledore had used it to analyze Slughorn's secret and Voldemort's possible number of Horcruxes, Voldemort's favorite number-seven.

Of course, he subconsciously thought of Voldemort, he was Regulus' grandfather and Vera's grandfather.

As he thought about it, the surrounding fog suddenly disappeared, and his vision became clearer.

Vera's emerald green eyes were looking at him, "What's wrong?"

He subconsciously shook his head, but suddenly remembered that he was in Regulus' dream, and Vera was not looking at him.

He turned his head and found Draco standing behind him. The latter tilted his head unobtrusively, and pointed in the direction of her with his chin, "I think that person may be useful to us."

It was a man who was chatting and laughing with the people around him. He could see that he had a little power and was very well dressed, but he was obviously no longer young.

It must be admitted that this arch-enemy has a bit of a talent for following others, probably like his father.

Vera followed his gaze, "Maybe."

She lowered her voice, "Did you see that woman with black hair and brown eyes? She seems lonely, and I believe that if you compliment her eyes, it will get twice the result with half the effort."

After finishing speaking, she grabbed a glass of red wine from the table and walked away in a swaying manner. She was wearing a pair of gold high heels that were four inches high, and she was wearing an emerald dress with many sequins. The skirt is slit, from the ankle to the thigh, and the back is completely exposed.

From the way she was dressed and the behavior of those around her, it didn't look like a party for wizards.

Is this at a Muggle drinking party?

Why would Draco follow her here?

Harry thought hard.

She seems to be a little more attractive than Harry's impression. She is probably in her early twenties. The skirt is very close-fitting. It can be seen that she has concave and convex curves. Her blonde hair hangs down slightly behind her head, making her neck look slender and slender. .

She appeared here, as if she was asking everyone to pay attention.

Harry subconsciously wanted to follow her. He had seen the memories of many people, but few people's memories were as magnificent as Regulus' dream. This was a magnificent hall, and there were probably hundreds of People, and he can even see clearly the face of the waiter who walked over.

Regulus has an excellent memory.

She didn't get close to her target at the beginning. She held the wine glass and quickly joined the conversation of the people around the target. During the interval of speaking, she picked up the wine glass and raised her head to take a sip, but she happened to meet the target's eyes , she paused, looked at each other for a while, nodded slightly to each other, and then returned to the conversation of her group.

After a while, the man approached and took part in their conversation. She moved around a little, and they chatted casually for a while, when the man suddenly asked, "Very presumptuous, but I noticed that you are speaking with Mr. Malfoy. We came together..."

"That's my cousin," Vera smiled, "I'm Vera Malfoy."

When Harry came to his senses again, he wasn't standing up like he remembered, but was still lying on the bed.

"Is this the end?" he asked Regulus.

"It's just a dream," Regulus said, "How long do you think a dream should last? One night?" He then put away the vial of memories, "I think she should be in her early twenties in this future Or so, but I remember that the wizarding world issued a no-contact law decades ago, right? Contact with Muggles, such blatant contact, should be a violation of the law now."

"Yes……"

"Shh," Regulus continued, "don't worry, Harry, there's more to come. This dream should be a long way from just now, but I still can't tell her age."