HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"I went there, Mom, you can't imagine what kind of scene it was." She gently curled her blond hair with her fingers and said casually.

"I suspect there are thousands of dead bodies out there, Mom, I wanted to bring him to you, Mom, I really wanted to bring him to you. I feel like if I brought him in front of you, for you to see Seeing him dead, dead because of you, I think you should be more conscious that way, but, sorry, I can't."

"I know he's there, he's there, but I don't recognize him."

"I'm sorry, Mom, although my Regulus and your Regulus have the same name, they are not alike, and I can't recognize them."

"Although I know him left and right, he has black hair and dark gray eyes, looks like his brother but not as good-looking as his brother-I have seen pictures of him, pictures of him as a seeker, and he took your picture. Hidden behind that picture. Anyway, Mom, though I know what he looks like, and though I know he's there, and though I know you love him, Mom, I'm sorry, I don't recognize him, I don't Knowing which one he is, they all look the same to me, pale corpse, tattered clothes, walking dead, driven by magic, instinctively wanting to eat me alive." She shrugged, "Probably because I Don't love him, you know, to me, most people are the same, the living and the dead are the same."

"Mom, I tried very hard to bring him to you..."

"I can't do anything, mom. It's probably because my movements are a little too big, and it's really not easy to find him among so many corpses. They want to attack me, so I used the fireball technique." Vera explain.

"I think one of these people is deeply loved by you. I think one of these people is obsessed with his own ideas."

"But Mom, I'm sorry, Mom, I'm really sorry, I don't recognize it." She said sorry, but her tone was not at all.

Every word and every sentence she uttered was like a knife piercing into people's hearts.

"He may have been among the corpses that attacked me."

"Perhaps when I was trying to protect myself, I burned his limbs with a fireball technique, which may have damaged his appearance. I saw many corpses turning black in the flames, and they became burning people one by one. , They feel no pain, yes, how can people who have died long ago be afraid of pain? Even if their limbs are scorched black, even if they fall into the water from the bank, even if they are like dark red logs that have been burnt in a furnace, they will feel pain. Keep silent."

"They fell into the water with a squeak, their bodies separated, and their limbs softened like charred biscuits. Mom, they just sank to the bottom like this, turning into charred debris from the surface of the water and sinking to the bottom of the water... I Standing there, I'm standing there, and I'm looking at it all, and I'm like, oh my god, there's one of them that my mom loves so much."

"He loves you as much as you love him, what a sweet couple you should have been," she said softly, "but there's nothing, nothing, he's been dead for many, many years, and me and Regulus—my Regulus, his brother's child."

"It's horrible," she said. "I couldn't live with someone like that."

"Mom, maybe it was wrong for me to want to bring him to you. Because of my fault, he may be more unrecognizable now..."

"I don't know how many people's corpses I destroyed," she tilted her head. "I just want to find him. I wonder what's the difference between my father's bones and my father's brother's bones? I wonder why it's about our woman Men usually don't have a bone left in the end, and I don't want anything, I just want a bone from him, and I think it's just a little finger, Pettigrew's mother has a finger of his. I only need one bone, and I can give you the rest. But, but mom, I tried hard to find him. I spent a lot of time looking for him, but I really couldn’t find him. After I got there, I started to wander , I thought, I've never seen him, I've searched for so long but couldn't find him, but he can't get out, he's definitely here..."

"Where is he?" Willa whispered. "He's there, but why, why can't I find him! I've been looking for it! I've been looking for it!!!"

"Sister," Regulus said, "stop talking, sister..."

"I can't find him..." She looked at him, "Regulus, do you know that you have the same name as him..."

"I don't even know what I should do," she said. "Should I call him? Should I call him by your name?"

"He was like that, alone, alone, lonely, sinking at the bottom of the water."

"I can't call out, I feel like someone is pinching my throat, I can't call out anyway, your name is exactly the same as his, exactly the same..."

"I can't imagine if it was you, if you were there..."

"No..." Christie suddenly knelt on the ground, "No..."

"I'd go mad," Vera said, "if you were there... Regulus, I'd go mad."

Her brother turned his head away from her.

Then she changed her tone.

"You know I've never met him, I don't know what he looks like," she repeated, "So, did I burn him in the first place?" Vera didn't seem to notice Christie's behavior at all. , she asked loudly.

"Being called cowardly by so many people, being regarded as stupid by so many people..." Vera said, "Mom, don't you really want to see him? Don't you really regret not stopping him then?!"

"Stop talking!" The sound was very clear, probably the old hag was speaking with her mouth.

"Would you like to see him for yourself? Mom, I can't recognize him, but you can, can't you? If I didn't burn him..."

Christie was shaking, and big black tears were streaming from her eyes.

"It's all right mother, he cheated on the Dark Lord, you knew it, you knew he wouldn't live, you knew it, didn't you? And yet he loves you forever, always young, always true, to have a lover like that, Isn't this what everyone desires? At least for that woman, for the woman who inhabits your body, this is the future she has been looking forward to."

"Your mother is just a..." Christie said, and then, she wanted to close her mouth, but you could still hear the neighing in her throat, "I can't...I can't...I can't I like him...I can't marry him..."

And Vera continued to calmly say, "Because he pursues pure blood, because his ideal wife is a standard pure blood lady, not a mixed blood like us, right? Mom?"

"You did a good job." Christie's face changed, as if someone was robbing her of the same body, "You said I was torturing her, but look at you, what you are doing now is better than me... ..."

"She deserves it." Vera said softly, "If a person puts his life in the hands of another person who has nothing to do with her, she will definitely be punished, because there will never be anyone like her." Appreciate what she loves."

Christie burst into tears again, "I can't...I'll kill him..."

"You have killed him," Vera said. "We are doomed to lose our love, and the father of our children will be tortured more terrible than death, but mother, it is the father of our children who is cursed, and our children's father will be cursed." Lover, but never just our husband. So what if you don't marry him? The moment you fall in love with him, he's doomed."

"You're not a Malfoy. So Draco's grandpa got away with it," Vera said softly, "but so what? You don't think you can accept your father as a man like that, so you pretend Don't know; you think marrying him will kill him, so you don't marry; you feel that life is a torture to you, so you stop thinking for yourself; A kind of betrayal by your Regulus, you escaped from the magic world. Mom, you always choose to escape, and you have lost a lot because of this, and you have lost your true love."

"He won't agree," she knelt on the ground and shook her head, "he won't..."

"How do you know? Mom?" Vera asked her sadly, "Did you ask him?"

The latter was suddenly speechless.

"Mom, there are many curses on us, but there are also good things that will happen. You are destined to be loved deeply and with your life. Mom, you could at least ask him if he loves him as much as you love him." Love you, and I believe, mother, I really believe, that you will have him, mother, as happy as you could have been."

"No..." Christie cried, "No..."

She cried a lot.

"Mom," Vera looked at her mother, at her real mother, "I envy you, Mom, I really envy you, but you ruined everything with your own hands, you deserve to be destroyed by me. Jealous of everything."

Christie raised her head and looked at her daughter, "Kill me..." She hoarsely said, "Kill me..."

"As you wish." Vera glanced at Regulus, "They say that twin wands are more powerful when they are together. But, it's fine if you do it alone, isn't it? Regulus, you Said you would do anything I want you to do."

The vine let go of Christie.

Christie clenched her wand tremblingly, but broke it with her own hands in the next second.

She trembled, stunned, cried, but smiled again.

"You did a good job," Vera praised, "Mom, you did a good job. You are finally brave once."

Regulus, on the other hand, paled and didn't say a word.

"Reculus," his sister urged softly. "Let's do it."

"Or do you want me to come?" she asked him. "You know I can kill her for you."

Immediately there was a strong green light from the tip of his wand, which hit Christie.

The latter immediately fell to the ground.

After a while, she suddenly disappeared into the air, turning into a puddle of fine powder.

"Before you kill us," Vera whispered, "you need to destroy our will, all our instinctive will to live, which is easy and hard, because living is too much for us." It is difficult, but we are living so reluctantly, and a little bit of will to get by has supported us to live for so many years."

Regulus stared blankly for a while, then turned his head, and stretched out his hand to her, "Sister, we have agreed."

"You're smarter than anyone," she said, "You always know what I want to do."

"You know what I want to do, too," he said, "Sister."

"Really?" She tilted her head, "Tell me, what do you think I want to do next?"

"You want me to live," he said, "you want me to kill you, with my hands, you want me to kill you with my own hands. But sister, I won't do that," he looked She, "Sister, I'll never do that."

He repeated again, "Did you hear me clearly? Sister, I will never do this!"

"Do you love me?" she asked. "Have you ever wanted me like they did?"

"Sister," he looked at her and called her sadly, "Sister."

"But I am," she said, "I am, Regulus."

"I almost went to dig Sirius's father's grave. Orion Black, what a ridiculous name I saw from the family tree. He actually married his cousin. I saw her portrait..."

"You don't need to do that," he said, "sister, you are yourself, you have nothing to do with them."

"Because our uncle, our uncle Regulus has no children," she sneered, "because he has no children, right?"

She whispered, "But it's about the same. You see how easy it is for me to marry him. I don't even have to change my surname."

She certainly wouldn't marry her cousin like her grandmother did—the son of her father's brother, and her father's brother had no children, and she had no cousins.

At least not a cousin like her grandmother's cousin.

Draco was her cousin, but too far away.

He thought she would marry Draco.

But logically speaking, she really wouldn't marry her cousin like her grandmother did.

He stopped talking.

He no longer plays word games with her.

"Did you see all that? I saw her portrait, I saw some clips of her getting along with her husband, and I believe she despised her husband while supporting the blood line. She should not love him, I think she even looked down on him He...do you think he loves her?"