HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Admit it," she whispered, "I may be like him, but aren't you like him? You two are alike, as Regulus and I are. So I stand before you When I stand in front of him, you think of yourself, and when I stand in front of him, he thinks of himself... You think I have the same hopeless love as you. It's like when he looks at me, he thinks of his own death The pride that refuses to give in, the difference is that I am willing to be less proud."

She said softly, "Professor, you should be relieved. It has been decades, almost 100 years. She was about my age when she died. It stands to reason that if you have children, your great-grandchildren should be the same age as her." . She is really dead, so don't worry too much about it."

She said, "If you want a family, you shouldn't be attached to the dead. You can create your own family, but Professor, you are just like me, and you just want one person just like me."

She said, "Professor, I don't like you, because I know at least he loves you, but," she looked at him, "please, just pretend I'm begging you, can you go and see him? At least let He knows you love him as much as he loves you okay I always feel like I am like him he could die for you as I could for Regulus please professor at least Let him know you love him, and at least don't make him feel as stupid as I do."

No, Greenwald knows he loves him.

He was a little bit better than her.

She never knew whether he loved her or not.

"You know I could have won," she whispered. "If I wanted to live, I could live. If I wanted to make him miserable, I could make him miserable..."

"Dumbledore, you know I can," she said, "and we know he can too. Dumbledore, you're smart, and I don't want to mess around with you. You know why you win."

"Professor, are you happy these 100 years?" she asked softly.

"I was surprised when I went to see him. Is it true that people are old? You and he were both good-looking when they were young..."

"Probably the only thing I'm thankful for is that I'll never grow old," she said. "You'll always remember me as I am now..."

"But he...Professor, I beg you, just make him forget me, you know how cruel what I did to him, you know he can't take it. I'm dead, and he shouldn't remember look at me." She said, "When a person dies, he should have nothing."

She made him forget what he promised her, and he couldn't live alone.

she knows.

She could even foresee that he would have children very early, even many children.

He will love his daughter very much, because more or less he will see her shadow from his daughter.

She was even looking forward to it, would he see her shadow from his daughter and cry bitterly?

He needed her as much as she needed him, and she knew it.

Losing her would have dealt him a fatal blow.

On the one hand, she was vaguely expecting the fatal blow he would receive, but on the other hand, she didn't want to make him suffer.

Dumbledore said nothing.

"The blood of the Gunter family, the blood of the Black family, and the blood of that mad woman, you have seen all three, and I can tell you with certainty that the qualities in each of their blood have not been wasted on me, they are miraculous How do you think I am paranoid and crazy?"

"I'm a terrible man, Dumbledore. You said that some people are born with darkness in their hearts. I think you're talking about me. The living and the dead, the murderers, the slain, in the It seems to me that they are all the same. As long as they don’t bother me, they can die by themselves, but if they come to trouble me, then I will help them die in advance. Everything is going to die, it’s just a matter of time. But he doesn’t Same," she looked at Dumbledore, "he has to die after me, he can't leave me here alone, not for a second."

"She laughed again, "I'm not the same as the bloody Barrow. He killed her if he couldn't get what he wanted. It's the same thing that I can't get. No one can get it. I'm the craziest and craziest The idea was to kill everyone who got him, but the Bloody Baron was killing that one. "

She paused for a while, "I don't quite understand who is more terrifying, me or the bloody Baron."

"But I know I can't kill him. I can't even watch him die in front of me, let alone kill him with my own hands."

"He thinks I can still live well without him, so I believe he can live well without me."

She smiled softly, her facial features didn't change much, only the color of her hair and eyes changed, her hair was still fine, but those green eyes that seemed to be able to trap people like lake water turned gray and then suddenly let her go Her beauty is no longer compelling, she is still beautiful, but it is no longer the bewitching beauty before.

Instead, it reveals a contradictory, gentle and arrogant demeanor.

"Go and see him, professor," she said in a low voice. "It's been more than 50 years, and you are all grandpas over 100 years old. Professor, you should know that my tombstone will say that I only lived to be 15 years old."

"You're all very old," she said. "Professor, if my death is sad, yours won't be surprising."

After so many years...

She said, "I beg you, Professor, please let yourself go. She has been dead for many years, and you have been suffering for almost 100 years. You can't help loving him, but you love your sister, and you can't help anyone. I want to, but that's impossible, you can only have one, so it's better to be alive than to be dead."

She said, "If being down makes you feel happy, what's wrong with being happy for a while before you're about to die? It's better than dying in despair like my mother did. He died for so long and she didn't let My own way of grieving is by refusing to admit that I love him."

She finally stumbled to her feet, grabbed something from her pocket and threw it to Harry.

Harry caught it, a cold strip, a snake.

Silver scales, green eyes, a little snake.

Also the silver bracelet she always wears on her wrist.

It panicked in his hand and nearly bit him.

And she yelled in snake language, "Don't bite him!"

So it anxiously spit out the letter in Harry's hand, and shouted in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to die," she said in Parseltongue, "I found you a new breeder."

Then she started speaking English again despite the little snake's agitation, "Harry, do me a favor and take care of her, she's so small, I didn't even name her, but Harry, I promise, I don't Would love it if you called her by my first name."

Her whole body was trembling constantly, her tone fluctuated, and the pain was still sweeping through her body.

"Stupid!" Snape couldn't help shouting, "How can you be so stupid! You're better than your father..."

"Torturing for impossible love," she said softly, "I think I'm very stupid..." She glanced at Snape, "but stupid people stay with stupid people, so They'll feel better about themselves, and they won't be in so much pain because of their stupidity."

She paused for a moment, trying to straighten her body.

"Stupid, yes, I am very stupid. I feel very stupid myself, Professor, and I never mind you saying that about me, and only you can say that. If anyone else—you know I have a thousand ways Means to make Bellatrix kneel on the ground crying and begging for my mercy just to make me kill her."

She finally supported the wall and stood upright, turned her head and smiled casually, "But when it comes to my dad—come on, professor, you like me, we all know you like me, whether my dad is Sirius or not, You all like me."

"You let him kill you with his own hands," Snape said tremblingly. "There is nothing more hopeless than when you kill someone you love with your own hands, Vera."

"You think he loves me?" She laughed suddenly, "Really?"

"That's not the point!" he yelled, "Vera! You don't expect to shut me up again! You know what I mean! When he remembers...when he remembers he killed you with his own hands..." He shuddered I can't speak anymore.

"Then what should I do?" she asked him back, "I can't just watch him die like that! I can't even watch him shake someone's hand, how can I watch him die! Even if he doesn't love me , even..." She stopped suddenly, she hugged her arm and covered her heart, the pain was so painful that she couldn't speak aloud. "What do you want me to do? After he dies, I want to see someone with the same hair as him and tell that person, do I really like your hair?"

"If it's not the hair, there are other things, eyes, nose, mouth, the way he smiles... When he's dead, do you want me to see his shadow in anyone and be unable to restrain myself?" She asked him .

She said, "They can look like him, but no one is him!"

"He's all I want," she said, "and if I can't have him, if I can't have him, then I don't want anyone."

"Professor, I only want him in this world. Everyone else is a living corpse to me." She looked at him with a smile, "Professor, you know that feeling, you know it."

The moment she turned her head, Harry thought he saw Sirius.

That kind of carelessness, as if everything is meaningless arrogance.

After all, she is his daughter, even if she looks alike, there is something alike in her bones.

"There's something wrong with me," she said softly. "Is it genetic psychosis or something? I don't know. All I know is that I'm cold-blooded and irritable. I can't control my emotions. Believe me, Professor, I really can't." , I have been pretending that I am a normal person, I pretend that I am interested in others and care about their life and death, but in fact I only care about him in this world, if he really dies, I will go completely crazy."

She smiled. "Severus, you don't want to see that."

She looked at him, "I will bury him with the whole world."

"I will kill every living person I see."

"If he can't live, then no one can live, no one."

"The Dark Lord will go mad, I won't see you but I will see him," Snape said tremblingly, "You don't know how much he loves you, you don't know what you mean to him What, you don't know how important you are to him..."

Although it is a bit weird whether Snape said the word love or love has a relationship with the Dark Lord.

Harry still believed he was telling the truth.

She laughed, "I do know that he loves me. It's really wrong to live up to someone's love, because it's too painful to love someone wholeheartedly, you and I both know it."

"But I only love one person." She whispered, "Compared to that person, everyone is worthless."

then.

She raised her hand in front of her face, "I like emeralds but not resurrection stones, because resurrection stones are nothing more than human beings deceiving themselves. The most annoying thing in the world is lies, but they are more annoying than others' lies. What people hate is when you lie to yourself."

She smiled, "But I like the ring because he put it on me. It's the best thing I've ever had." She looked at Dumbledore, "But you're going to ruin it, aren't you? "

Dumbledore said nothing.

"It's okay, at least I had it. At least it was mine while I was alive," she then whispered, as if to herself, "I never even got a kiss."

As she spoke, she reached out and took off her earrings.

At that moment, the pattern that disappeared on her body suddenly appeared again, which was different from what she saw before. The strange vines covered her entire skin in an instant, and even made her look a little scary.

"Beauty is nothing but a pile of flesh and blood, and appearance is nothing but an expression of attractiveness. Youth will fade away, beauty will disappear, and you and I will return to dust. Because death treats you and me more fairly than birth." Her voice sounded again , "I came from nothing, and I will return to nothing."

Her green eyes sparkled one last time,

Those green eyes were hers, but they weren't hers either.

Immediately, like something extremely thin and fragile, she suddenly turned into countless sparkling transparent powders.

Harry grabbed a handful subconsciously, he felt that it was like a cool, slippery, indescribable thing, but when he handed the thing to his eyes for a closer look, his palm was completely empty. up.

Dumbledore stared blankly at where she had just stood.

Only a rough black gemstone ring and a black pearl earring were left on the ground.

"Dumbledore..." Harry called him in a low voice, "Dumbledore?"

"She's dead," Snape whispered back to Harry.

"Where's the body?" Harry asked. "Where's her body?!"

"There's no body," Dumbledore said softly. "Harry, didn't you hear what she said? She's not human, she's just a Horcrux."

"Voldemort's Horcrux is a diary, a ring, a cup necklace," Harry trembled, "but she's a living person!" He trembled close to where she had stood, trying to pick up something with his bare hands, but, Air, all air, she's gone, there's nothing about her here.

He looked at Draco, who was always pale, but today he looked more like a ghost.

"Draco..." Harry called his name tremblingly.

The latter did not answer.

"Draco!" he practically snarled, "She's not dead! Is she!"

He thought to himself, Voldemort has a Horcrux, and if Voldemort loves her so much, she must also have a Horcrux!

A wisp of soul would be fine, as long as she still has that...

Draco looked at him and said softly, "She's dead, Potter, she's really dead."

Potter looked at him incredulously, "How do you know?"

"Of course I know," Draco said. "You think she has Horcruxes, don't you? Why do you think she has trouble with Bellatrix all the time? Potter? Sirius didn't even leave a body, Black The devil wanted her to be a horcrux, she never said it was meaningless, she said that eternal life without her own body was more terrifying than death, and he was so conceited, he thought he could protect her, so she didn't have a horcrux!"

"You liked her so much before..." Harry couldn't understand, "Why..."

why don't you stop her

"Then what should I do?!" Draco pointed at Regulus lying on the ground, "Kill him? Kill her brother like my grandfather did?"

He suddenly calmed down, "Do you think I don't want to? Potter, she won't give up if he doesn't die, but what good will it do if she completely gives up after he dies? Potter! You've seen her future too! You know What will become of her when he dies! Harry Potter! What can I do?"

He looked at Harry desperately, "She wasn't happy at all after he died, can't you see? It wasn't days, not months, decades, Harry, decades..."

"You don't like her," Dumbledore said faintly, "Harry, it's the curse. The curse made you fall in love with her. The curse resided in the piece of her soul. Now that piece of soul is gone, so is the curse. Your obsession with her will also disappear. You just need a little time, after a while, after a while..."

"Dumbledore..." Harry turned to look at him, "Dumbledore..."

"One minute ago," said Harry, "one minute ago she was here!" He was hysterical, "one minute ago she was here!"

"Calm down," said Dumbledore, "Harry, calm down."

"Sirius' daughter," said Harry, "she's Sirius' daughter..."

He speaks incoherently, he just repeats this sentence, but he doesn't even know what he wants to express by this sentence.

"We all know," said Dumbledore, "Young man, go back and take a good rest, we all need time, we all need a good rest..."

"Grinwald." Draco stood up, "Dumbledore, she spends a lot of time with Grinwald..."

He stumbled over, "She said she looked a little like him." He tilted his head, "Do you like it?"

Dumbledore took a few steps back in embarrassment.

"Beautiful, charming, brilliant, cocky, thought he had it all, and he did," Draco said, "Like it?"

"Did you forget him?" Draco said softly.