HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Long time no see." Harry heard someone talking, and he turned his head, only to find that it was his own face, which seemed to have matured a lot, and there were many wrinkles on his face. He had never seen his father look old , but if James is old, that's about it.

He looked at Vera, or his mature self looked at Vera.

"You haven't changed at all," said the grown-up Harry.

Harry just went to see Vera, who was wearing a dark green robe with black stone and gold buttons, and her blond hair was hanging down, fluttering in the breeze.

Not that nothing has changed.

Her appearance has changed a lot.

Fine wrinkles appeared around the corners of her eyes, and her neck began to have some grainy texture, and her lips were thinner than now.

Her skin was indeed no longer the most delicate and delicate porcelain it was now at the age of 15.

But the way she smiled, the way she tilted her head slightly to look at people, and even the way she stretched out her hand in the wind and pressed down her blond hair...

Her allure seemed even greater than it is now.

When she moves, all the parts of her body that age can show in her body don't matter for a moment.But inside of her body, something emanating from time became more and more conspicuous.

The years did make her lose her delicate skin, but like brewing wine, an indescribable temperament appeared in her whole body.

The only thing that remains the same is that she is still very beautiful, and her beauty does not seem to disappear with the passage of time.

When she was old, she was even more charming when she smiled than when she was 15 years old.

She just smiled at the aging Harry.

Harry could hear himself, his old self, saying, "It's been years, Vera, I haven't seen you in years."

She finally said, "So?" She laughed, "What do you want to do to me?"

"He died." Harry said after who knows how many years later, "I know how important he is to you. I didn't think of this when I was young, but Vera, after so many years, you should give up too."

She turned her head, "Harry," her voice was not as crisp as when she was a girl, with a slight trill, "You should let me go."

"I always dream about the past." She turned to look at him, "I don't want to kill you, Harry, but if you still choose to stand in my way..."

"I'm sorry," said Harry, "but..."

In the next second, Vera strode over, and the old Harry subconsciously closed his eyes, but in the next second, she hugged him tightly, with her face pressed against his, and her wrist wrapped around his neck. cross.

He hesitated for a moment, crossing his hands behind her back.

"I've always wanted to hug you like this," said old Harry, "I know you don't like me..."

His voice was getting lower and lower.

Gradually weak and inaudible.

Vera let go, and Harry fell from her arms to the ground, and her cuffs flashed silver, and she said, "Perhaps I should have done this earlier."

The dream faded away suddenly, and the pale ceiling of the infirmary appeared before Harry's eyes again.

He gasped, "She...killed...me?"

"In this future." Regulus said softly, "The future is constantly changing, but we have other things."

He put away this memory, and poured a new bottle into the basin again.

This time, Harry saw Vera sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs bare, in a baggy blouse that was so big it looked like a dress on her, the bed was messy, her blonde hair Also very fluffy.

She was very young, probably not much older than Regulus' first memory of her.

He couldn't help but feel hot on his face, and subconsciously felt that this scene was very bad.

Someone opened the door and came in. She looked up at the man, then withdrew her eyes and asked, "Is he here?"

"Yes." It was Draco's voice, holding a silver satin case, "and your shoes have arrived."

He walked up to her, knelt down, and pulled off the silver ribbon on the box, opened the lid and the tissue paper that wrapped the shoes inside, and revealed a pair of green satin shoes inside, with two huge sapphires on the upper. Black stones and silver square buckles for decoration, while the silver heel is a work of art, thin and high, carved with irises as decoration.

She put her foot out on his palm, and he knelt down to help her put on her shoe.

Both shoes were put on, she got up from the bed, walked a few steps in the new shoes, then sat back on the bed, put her feet in his arms, Draco helped her put the two shoes on very obediently Take it off again.

She stood up barefoot this time, "Tell him I want to take a shower, and I'll go down after I take a shower."

The shirt she was wearing was too big, but it still could only cover half of her thighs. The exposed skin was as beautiful as cream, but Harry could see a little red spot on the inner thighs.

"Are you torturing me this way?" Draco said.

She turned her head to look at him, tilting her head, her posture was as innocent as it is now, but this action caused her loose collar to slip a little towards her shoulders, revealing skin that should have been white and delicate, but now Several erythema.

Those spots on her body...

"Everyone told you not to marry me," she said, and Draco walked up to her, as if about to say something.

But she hooked his neck and chuckled, "Do you want a reward?"

She tiptoed to kiss his lips, and his hand subconsciously embraced her.

She couldn't help laughing, and he picked her up, and then they walked into the bathroom.

At the same time, the dream disappeared.

"Who is she waiting for?" Harry felt his face still burning.His heart was beating hard, very hard.

"I don't know." Regulus said, "Maybe it's you, maybe it's someone else, to be honest, I think it's more likely to be you—she just wanted to make him unhappy."

"why?"

"You know, she didn't like him, but she married him for some reason, and that's the beginning of all the bad things in his life."

"How many memories of dreams do you have?"

"A lot, a lot," Regulus said, "I've been dreaming since I was 14 years old, Harry, for a whole year, 360 five days, as long as I fall asleep, I dream every day, sometimes Sometimes I forget the repetitive ones, but these are the ones I dream the most clearly. The more repetitions, the clearer the memory."

"We can deduce several facts from it," Regulus said, "First, I'm dead..."

"But……"

"Don't interrupt me," Regulus said, "in the second dream, we can easily infer from your words that I am dead, and I have been dead for many years, and as for the first dream and the third Duan Meng, Harry, let me tell you, unless I die, I will never let her do something like that."

"Second," Regulus said, "she has complete control over you and Draco."

Harry blushed again at the thought of her sitting disheveled on the bed.

"Third, you and Draco will meet misfortune because of her."

"It's just your dream..."

"Did I foresee that you would die because of her when you were old before I saw you?" Regulus asked back.

He immediately went on to say, "I still have a memory to show you."

This time, the surroundings darkened, and Harry found "himself" kneeling in the Malfoy living room. He looked exactly like James, with a scar on his head, but not as old as before.

He thought he looked about 20 years old.

"Please forgive me..." He couldn't believe it was his own voice, so flattering, so greedy for life and fear of death, he sounded like a combination of timid Lucius and cowardly dwarf, "I Master, please show me your mercy..."

As if an invisible whip had struck him, he screamed, "Please forgive me..."

"I've always indulged you," said a grim voice, and Harry wished it was his ears that had made a mistake, but his eyes told him clearly that sitting on the sofa was Vera, wrinkled Brow, "I always forgive you, so is that why you take advantage of my kindness to deliberately fight against me? You think I will be kind to you? Harry Potter? The savior of the wizarding world?"

She propped her temples on her fists and leaned back on the sofa, "The savior of the wizarding world..." She said the name again, laughing softly.

The Death Eaters around were all silent.

No, Harry wasn't sure if they were Death Eaters, Harry saw a lot of familiar faces inside, and he even saw a few Hogwarts students in his year.

Take a closer look, although they are all wearing black robes, but there is an iris flower on their left shoulder.

Blue irises.

Like her grandfather, she has a group of followers of her own.

Harry rolled on the floor and said, "No, Master, please forgive me... for my arrogance and incompetence..."

"What did I send you to the Ministry of Magic for?" She seemed to stop the Cruciatus.

Harry lay on the ground panting like a dog, excess saliva dripping from his mouth, tears smeared his face, he gasped, "You...you let me..."

"Did you really enjoy piercing?" she said impatiently.

Harry tried to calm his breath, and said very quickly, "You let me enter the Ministry of Magic, use my influence, the influence of the savior to climb to a high position in the shortest possible time..."

"But you, how did you betray my trust?"

"I'm sorry..." He knelt on the ground and cried, "Master, I'm sorry, but..."

"Because she was a good friend of yours?" She laughed, "Do you feel sorry for taking the same position as your former friend? It turns out that the task I arranged for our dear savior bothers our dear savior." My lord," she laughed cruelly, "then, should we help the savior get rid of his friends so that he doesn't have to worry about the same things again, or..."

She raised the toe of her shoe, which was decorated with gold irises, and pressed it to Harry's chin, forcing him to look up at her from below, "Let our lord savior always Wouldn't it be better not to worry about anything?"

"No...no...no!" Such overwhelming terror swept over Harry, even though he knew it wasn't real, and Harry screamed.

Regulus had to bring him out of the dream.

"Harry," he said softly, "these are all dreams, and we're not sure what they are like. I can see the future, but the future is constantly changing. In the beginning, you obey her, you become But later, when Draco married her, she had to obey him, and at the same time, she had countless means to make him suffer, and then, just recently, you lived to be four or fifty years old or even older, you see She said it's been a long time. Harry, dreams are always changing, the future is changing, and every decision we make now will affect the future."

"Is it like mine and Voldemort's?" whispered Harry. "They said he could have chosen..."

"No," Regulus said, "he could have chosen not to, but he chose you, and he caused his own consequences."

"This is ridiculous!!" Harry said, "This is ridiculous!"

"But Harry," Regulus said, "I don't care, you don't mind, I don't really care if he dies or not, but Harry, my dream has ended since my birthday, and I I can't see anything anymore, my dreams are gone."

He repeated, "Harry, I haven't dreamed of her since my birthday."

"so?"

"There must be something between the fact that I can see her and the fact that I cannot see her that I have not noticed," said Regulus. "There must be something in common with those dreams that I have not noticed, Harry. Do you see what it is?"

"I...I don't know..."

Harry's mind was a mess of her sitting on the bed in her big baggy blouse, her shockingly revealing green dress, and her old age again.

She looks good no matter what she looks like.

What the hell was she going to do with Draco?

Who is she waiting for?

Does the person she's waiting for know what she's doing?

He thought of nothing but these.

"What the hell is she trying to do?" said Harry. "I don't know what the hell she's trying to do."

"I don't know," Regulus said, "it's just that these things are dangerous, very dangerous."

He went on to add, "We should make her stop."