HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Harry looked at Christie in shock, as he believed everyone would.

"I read all Lucius' memories about my mother. She has been with him the longest, 20 years, and he knows her best."

"When he thought she was his sister, when he still dared to have physical contact with her, his impression of my mother, no matter what happens at any time, is a weak girl who loves to cry .”

"You have changed so much. Everyone who knows you and me in the British wizarding world, everyone says I look like my grandmother. Some say I have a personality like Tom Riddle, others say I have a personality like Sirius Black, but no one Said that I look like my mother. No matter in appearance or temperament, in their eyes, I am not the same as my mother. Christie, although I know this is not your real name..." She stretched out her voice, "But American Muggles They always say that you and I have similar personalities, and they say, Vera, you are really like your mother. Tell me, how can I not doubt it?"

"If I look at it for myself, I think you, me, and my grandmother are all the same, paranoid, arrogant, self-righteous, good at manipulating people and taking pleasure in it. Compared with us, my mother before the age of 15 was the same. Like a different kind, she knows the curse on her body, so she deliberately avoids everyone, but after the age of 15, she seems to be a different person. You may say that it is because of the impact of her mother's death, "Vera paused for a while, "But I think it was at that time that you finally started to gain the upper hand in your relationship with her, right?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Christie said.

"Then let me tell you," Vera jumped down from the pile of books lightly, "Harry, come here, if I were you, I wouldn't stand by her side."

"Do you believe her?" Christie said softly. "Harry, she's..."

"You used to be ugly. The person you loved didn't love you. You got him by your despicable means. He had to marry you, but he still couldn't bear his beloved lover." Vera interrupted her.

Harry subconsciously took a step towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's blue eyes watched all this without saying a word.

"You are very angry. At first you thought that he didn't love you because you were not beautiful enough, but," Vera raised the corners of her lips, "even if you become more beautiful, he still doesn't love you, even if you use various means to make him marry you." Forget you, let his lover forget him, but the fact that he loves her cannot be changed, and if she loved him once, she can fall in love with him a second time."

"You think your love for him is the most noble, because you can't imagine anyone who loves him more than you, but for people, the most important person is never the one who loves us, but the one we love You think that if you love him, you can make him fall in love with you, you think that if you love him, you can change everything," she sneered and shook her head, "but, no."

"He doesn't love you, no matter what you do, he loves another woman."

Christie looked at her, and Harry felt as if Christie was a different person.

She was like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Shut up!" she cried, "if it wasn't for me, you think you'd have such a pretty little face?"

"Beauty is indeed very important," Vera said, "but, believe it or not, even if I am extremely ugly, I am sure to win a man's heart?"

"That's impossible," Christie cried hysterically, "That's impossible..." She looked at her, "You haven't felt that kind of feeling at all! You just use your natural beauty to laugh at others! You don't know the value of a face like yours! You..."

"Muggles call ferocious and ugly women old witches," Vera said with a smile. "Hello, old witch."

"How dare you say that to me!"

"Why didn't I dare?!" Vera suddenly roared, "Come on, you just look at us as an object, as a bottle you use to hold your ugly soul, you don't necessarily think that you Fill a bottle with dirty water, does that bottle still thank you?!"

Christie suddenly suppressed her excitement, she smiled and said, "You think you are a clean bottle?"

"and the sun light clasps the earth,

andthe moonbeamskissthesea..." she said, but stopped, she looked at her daughter, "how old were you at that time?ten years old? 11 years old? "

"I don't remember," Vera shrugged, "but he should."

"You've been like this since you were a child. You don't want anyone to touch him, you treat him like your own..." Christie laughed cruelly, "Do you remember that girl?"

"remember."

"I haven't said which one yet." Christie said maliciously.

But Vera asked back, "Blonde hair? The one with blond hair like me?"

"No," Christie said, "you always think you know me, but I'm talking about the black-haired one. Black-haired Margaret."

"It's normal for me not to know you, because you haven't got me yet," Vera said. "I thought you would say the most pitiful one, but it turned out that you said the first one."

"The most pitiful one?" Christie sneered, "I really don't know who is more pitiful."

Harry watched all this nervously. He subconsciously glanced around, hoping to see Hermione.

It's like Muggle stuff, and Hermione knows everything...

but……

Hermione isn't here.

For some reason, she couldn't get into the Room of Requirement.

Christie continued, "You've always been like this, no matter who it is, you get mad whenever a girl approaches him..."

"Yes," Vera said calmly, "I still remember that it was because Margaret kissed him," she supported her head, as if a transparent sofa suddenly appeared in the air, and she casually Lying on the sofa that everyone can't see, "You know, I hate being touched by others, since I was a child."

"Do you know how dirty and evil your mind is?"

"Do you think I'm Elvira?" She laughed, "She feels like she's dying, and wants to leave him a clean, blameless life, so she's threatened because she cares, Because she felt that what she did was wrong. But from the very beginning, I wanted to tell the whole world that he was mine—do you think I would be threatened by you?" She propped her head to one side, her eyes were arrogant, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved.

"What's more, isn't this curse because of you?" Vera lay on the sofa, "You killed your first husband because he knelt down and begged you not to kill his lover, but you did anyway , he took the initiative to attack you in despair, but because of your love for him—the kind of love that is least desired in this world, coupled with your damned spell, he died of his own Unforgivable Curse, How ridiculous that your destructive love, which should have destroyed yourself, saved you and killed him."

"What do you think you know!"

Vera continued unmoved, "I thought I knew? You found out that you were pregnant, but the father of your child wanted to kill you, but the most ridiculous thing is that no man loves you Willing to die with you, but you still love him..."

"To shut up!"

"You must be very jealous." Vera tilted her head, "When you see them love them, you find that they have something you will never have..."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Christie growled.

"There's nothing worse than a woman's jealousy," Vera said. "What did you do when you found out your daughter was loved by a man?"

Christie pointed her wand at her, and Dumbledore and Snape pointed their wands at Christie at the same time.

But Vera laughed, "It's no use, Professor, only we can hurt ourselves."

Christie glanced around, sneered and said loudly, "Little girl! You have been spoiled by those men, but have you ever thought that if one day you are no longer beautiful, will they continue to love you and spoil you? !"

"I don't care," Vera said. "I don't love them. It doesn't matter to me whether they love me or not. Besides, beauty is just the body, and the body is doomed to perish. I never care what other people look like. I just hope Don't be so stupid if their brains can be closer to mine - I have always hated idiots, so I hate you, you are so stupid that you love the wrong person, but you have to get along with others, you are just an ugly old man with a flowing mind old hag with rotten, foul water."

Christie trembled with anger.

Vera laughed, raised her hands to her ears, and patted lightly, "Do you remember what I said to Margaret?"

Countless snakes of various sizes and colors suddenly appeared beside Christie.

Christy screamed as she dodged and waved her wand to turn them into something else, but she kept making mistakes, apparently out of fear.

"I told her, as a thief..." Vera waved her wand, and continued, "When you want to steal something from others, you have to consider whether you can bear the corresponding consequences .”

"Dirty!" Christie screamed, "You'll be damned!"

"She just kissed him, and I was so angry, why do you think you want to kill him but I will let you live?" Vera looked at her sideways, "You know how crazy I am, how crazy I am. Terrible, isn't it? Did you think I'd be on my knees begging you to let him go?"

She shook her head, "No, you should know how proud I am. I would rather die than kneel in front of you and beg you, a murderer, not to kill, because I will kill you!"

"Dirty! Evil!" screamed Christie. "How many people do you think don't know that you have evil thoughts about him!"

"I was very surprised to find that I could hear the word evil from your mouth." Vera retorted.

"Harry Potter!" Christie screamed, "She's been using you! She..." She screamed again and knocked off a snake that was nearly crawling up her face.

She seems to be terrified of snakes.

Even if her current body is actually Voldemort's daughter.

"Because you are jealous of your daughter being loved deeply," Vera sneered, "you tortured her little by little. When she finally despaired, you snatched her body and suppressed her consciousness in the deepest part until You never let your daughter out again after she died. And you have learned this trick since then, you robbed your own daughter's body, and then robbed her daughter's body... Generation after generation, since then In the future, we will all die early, but you will never grow old or die."

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be so beautiful and young!" Christie suddenly calmed down strangely, "Do you know how many people are willing to pay everything for your beauty and attractiveness? Do you know how many people will be infatuated with you A smile, a turn around?" She said like a dream, "Do you know, if it wasn't for me..."

"After you took over your daughter's body, you went to play with others," Vera said calmly, "You had thirteen husbands when you were yourself and your daughter, and you killed most of them. Except for No.13. Is it true that someone who has never owned something would value it so highly?"

"...They just covet my appearance, just like you now, little girl, do you think they really love you? If it's not because of your beauty? If it's not..."

"Because you use your beauty to win people's hearts," said the girl, "then naturally you lose them when your beauty disappears, and if you want someone who doesn't love your looks, then you shouldn't use your To seduce him with your appearance, your means are doomed to failure! You stupid and ugly old toad!"

Then her tone became calm again, "I've been thinking, why did you choose Sirius," Vera said, "it's the same for anyone you choose, but if you choose Lucius, this may be even more tormenting." She, she has always regarded him as her spiritual support, she is too fragile, she needs a protector. She needs him, and the importance he attaches to her son will even make her feel desperate, if you choose him, she will Maybe you will fall directly into the plot you have set. He will hate her and dare not look at her. She will feel dirty while succumbing to her inner weakness. There's no question about that."

Christie laughed, cursing her daughter.

No, Vera wasn't her daughter, and she wasn't Christie.

"It wasn't until later that I realized that she was different from us." She reached out to stop Snape, "Professor, it's useless, only we can kill her, only she can kill us. Other people's interference is meaningless, Don't worry about my soul being hurt, my soul is indestructible, and your shot will only make her death meaningless."

"Her twin brother died when she was very young, she is different from us, her curse cannot be established from the very beginning, so..." Vera suddenly smiled extremely softly, "She will like others. I will be very lucky to like a person who is not so scary in the eyes of ordinary people. She can even hold the other party's hand in a fair manner and say that she loves him in front of everyone. But, but."

She stopped and changed the subject. "Between two brothers, you always like the older one. Even if they both like you equally. But it's probably genetic," Vera laughed. "We're very good at driving a man crazy. It's like your first The first husband is the elder brother of your No.13 husband, and your husband and your son-in-law are brothers."

"I don't know if he discovered your little tricks and finally used your tricks to force you to marry him, although from my observations of our family's male ancestors, it is likely to be the case."

"But you still punished him with your evil tricks, his methods were not clean, but your methods were even more evil, you conceived his child, split your soul again and hid part of your soul in your child , When he found out, it was too late, you killed yourself again, and let the part of your soul that existed in your child take the body of your child's child, and then, you killed him."

Those snakes suddenly disappeared, they became a kind of strange vines, tightly entangled Christie in the middle.

"I don't understand what she likes about that boy." Christie gave up struggling completely, she was lying in the pile of vines and smiled lazily, that kind of smile made her look very beautiful, "In terms of appearance, he is not as good as Sirius, In terms of talent, he is not as good as Sirius, and in terms of popularity, he is not as good as Sirius, he is just the second son in the family, a child who is not needed, how can he be worthy of people..."

"That's what love is," Vera interrupted. "She loves him."

"Love?" Christie sneered, "Love? What is love?"

"Love is the most unreasonable thing. We never like someone because he is the best, but because we like him, so he becomes the best."

"Little girl..."

"Old witch."

Christie somehow broke free from the vine.

A green light rushed towards Vera, but the light stopped halfway.

"Let her finish," said Dumbledore.

The vines tightly covered Christie again, leaving only one head outside.

"Thank you, Professor," the girl smiled, "I don't know how much more my mother can hear, but if you have been drinking the potion I asked Professor Snape to prepare for you, your soul should become more Stronger, eh?"

"Should I thank you?" Christie said with a half-smile.

"I don't know," Vera said honestly, "theoretically speaking, this plan might not be successful if anyone is changed. People's souls are different, and similar souls are easy to fuse together, while dissimilar souls Will the soul gradually separate? My thinking is, yes."

"The stronger your soul is, the more separated her fragile soul is from you. You approached her when she was very young, you made her have all kinds of nightmares, and you stole her weak soul in fright. You use her soul to repair your own. She may be more pierced and fragile than a spider's web, but I still firmly believe that she exists, and you have not completely devoured her. Then The potion not only makes you stronger, but also stabilizes her fragile soul like a spider web."

"I think it's like an oil flower on the water, she can more or less float."

"How do you prove it?" Christie said with a half-smile, "Are you going to kill me like she killed her own mother?"

"She was asked to do that, and Avella waited for her to grow up for many years." Vera said, "You are very cunning, you tortured my grandmother for decades, but she is not your target, you have to What you want is her daughter, and you always want a young and beautiful girl. You want people to love you, and you think that only beauty and youth can make people love you. Therefore, you care about beauty and youth more than anyone else, and Tom Li Del is different, what you want is not longevity, what you want is immortality. But immortality, eternal immortality, is actually a kind of immortality, and what you do is better than him."

"Avella always thinks she's smart, and everyone likes her," Christie said, "She's always like that, but..." She smiled cruelly, "I admire her desperate look the most. I'm looking forward to you too."

"Why expect me?" said Vera. "Do you think you're clever? Don't you think you're not smart? And at least she and I are loved, and you have nothing."

As Vera spoke, she waved her wand in the air, and a map composed of green lines appeared in front of her. There were countless small dots on it, and the small dots were constantly moving and gathering, Harry It was vaguely recognizable that it was a Hogwarts map.

"All your love is in our skin. The love you get is never for you but for us. You are a thief, and everything we get is stolen by you."

People gather outside the House of Requirement, and new points are added all the time.

"Do you think he loves you?" Christie said. "Do you think he loves you just because of his character?"

Vera looked at her for a while, "Do you want to see it? I'm curious too, I really want to know." The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, "I want to try it, do you want to see it?"

"He won't." Christie said firmly, "Unlike you, he is..."

"Hush," Vera put her finger in front of her lips and blew lightly, "You can take a good look at it." She withdrew her gaze and continued to examine the map carefully.

"I'm waiting to see you cry," Christie shot back.

"Three minutes," Vera said, "I can make him kneel in front of me and beg me in just three minutes." She looked at Christie, "Do you believe it?"

Christie's answer was a piercing sneer.

"What's the use of him begging you, girl? Do you think my husband hasn't begged me?" Christie said. "He doesn't love you." She stared at Vera, as if trying to type the words into her mouth. Head, "We both know he doesn't love you."

However, Vera just looked at the map and didn't say much.

After a while, Vera waved her wand and put away the map, "Okay." She raised her eyebrows, "I think I've procrastinated enough, let me tell you what I really want to say thing."

"Mom," she whispered, "I found him."

"Reculus, I found him, your Regulus, not mine."