HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Where is she!" Voldemort yelled manically, "Dumbledore, where is she!"

"She's dead," said Dumbledore. "Tom, I'm sorry."

"I don't believe it," he cried. "What did you do to her?"

"I did nothing to her," said Dumbledore. "I'm sorry, Tom, but she chose death herself."

"She's mine!" said Voldemort grimly. "Dumbledore, you know she's different! You know she's different from those things! She's mine! No one else's! She was born to be mine! I don't need to give her back!" He trembled a little, "Dumbledore! Call her out, tell her I forgive her no matter what she did and I don't care! You let her out!"

"Tom," said Dumbledore calmly, "you can just say she is your grandson."

Voldemort choked instead.

And Dumbledore continued, "I've dealt with this kind of thing many times, Tom, hundreds of students have died since Hogwarts was founded, even..." He paused for a while, "You know We just lost a boy in the Triwizard Tournament for less than a year and you killed him, you know there's a girl in our bathroom who's been crying and she's there because of you, You tried to kill Harry Potter when he was over a year old, thank goodness you didn't succeed that time...Tom, they are other people's grandchildren too. When you let other people lose their own grandchildren, you think they will too Cry, will you despair, will you be in pain?"

"How can those people compare to her!" said Tom Riddle. "You know she's perfect! Unique!"

He pointed his wand at Dumbledore, "Give her back to me!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, "I'm sorry, Tom, you have always been afraid of me. I know that a large part of your confrontation with me here is because of emotional agitation. I also want to appease you. As a headmaster The way you comfort a parent who has lost a child, but, Tom," but his blue eyes were very cold, "Tom, you can understand that you killed her yourself."

Riddle's curse flew towards Dumbledore crazily, and Dumbledore said slowly, "You used a lot of curses on that ring, Tom, and you told her not to put it on her own ring. Fingers, right?"

Dumbledore continued coldly, "She put it on."

"No!" cried Riddle, "No," he said with excitement, "No no no no! She can't, she can't put it on her finger, what have you done to her! Dumbledore Lido! What did you do to her!"

"You didn't make her a Horcrux, did you?" said Dumbledore. "You can't, can you? You need her father's bones for resurrection, but you don't have her father's bones. Floating alive and dead behind that veil at the Ministry of Magic, wondering why he's there? Because you tried to kill his godson and your men beat him in there," said Dumbledore sharply, "Tom , you have always longed for eternal life, but why would an immortal person need a child? She is the continuation of your blood, but what does it have to do with you? She was doomed to die from the beginning and would not accompany you, nor would you Would need an immortal competitor, would you? Her existence is but a series of accidents, she is doomed, why do you care if she dies at 15 or 50?"

"She's only sixteen days from turning fifteen!" Riddle said. "She's still so young, just a child..."

"Tom," said Dumbledore, "is there any big deal in admitting that you love your offspring like a philistine?" Is the offspring of you a terrible thing? You can't even control her because you can't bear to hurt her, like those stupid people do! They can't even discipline their own children, you are not fearless, you are not omnipotent, You even..."

Riddle raged, "Yes! I love her! I love her! So? Dumbledore, I love her, I love her more than anything in the world I love her more than my own life, I love her ! And then? Dumbledore! I love my grandson, but you? Have you ever loved anyone?" he cried sharply. "What the hell is Grinwald to you?"

He growled, "Dumbledore, if you don't give her to me, I'll kill him later!"

"She is dead," said Dumbledore. "I have told you many times, Tom, that she is dead."

"I don't believe it!" cried the latter. "Where is her body? I don't believe it! Before I saw her dead body with my own eyes..." His wand went up, but suddenly became weak. "Dumbledore, let I'll see her," he trembled uncontrollably, "and tell her I'll forgive her whatever she does, I don't care about anything, if she likes Harry Potter, so be it, if she wants to be with Della If Ke is together, then I will let him be engaged to her now, I only want her to come back, as long as she comes back, she wants to do whatever she wants, she has always wanted to go on a study tour... Dumbledore, as long as she comes back, I will accompany her right away, where It doesn't matter, as long as it takes...Dumbledore..."

He was almost begging him, "Dumbledore, she kissed me on the cheek a few hours ago, I feel her lips just left there...Dumbledore, she was holding my cheek a few hours ago." Shoulder talking to me, I feel like she's still in my arms, Dumbledore..."

He is not weak like him, "Dumbledore, I don't want anything, I just want her back, as long as you let her come back, then I can do anything..." He said desperately, "Dumbledore, she is just A child, she is so young..."

She was so tender that she would shatter if he exerted a little force.

But he never thought that she would really shatter.

But Dumbledore said grimly, "Those who lost their families because of you think so too, Tom."

Knowing that his great-great-grandson Sirius was dead, Phineas Nigellus Black once ran from the portrait at Hogwarts back to the portrait at the Black family mansion, where he called Sirius' name all night .

Even if everyone knows that he has been complaining about the child's rebellion.

Harry Potter is the boy who lived. He is the hope of countless people in the wizarding world. They all love him and believe in him.But he is willing to pay all the price, only to ask his parents to be by his side like the parents of ordinary people.

Now, such a thing is finally the turn of Tom Riddle himself.

He flew away from death, but after all, death could punish his heart.

"If you didn't want to hear what was in the prophecy ball, you wouldn't kill her father. You know, Sirius is very important to Harry Potter. If she can have someone like him who is willing to do it for her." Maybe none of this would have happened if her daughter had died. You made her lose her father, Tom."

Dumbledore was talking, and the smooth-faced Tom Riddle was thinking about how to kill him.

Although he anxiously wanted to break into Hogsworth directly, he knew it was impossible.

So Dumbledore said. "If you hadn't wanted to kill Harry Potter in the first place, and you would have kept your original body, Sirius Black wouldn't have stayed in Azkaban for so many years," Dumbledore said, "perhaps she wouldn't have Always in America, she'll grow up in England, right next to you, and you might get a chance to watch her grow up, she's lovely, isn't she? Everyone loves her."

"A 14-year-old girl has already entered puberty. 14 years old is the time when their emotions fluctuate the most. Has her emotional problem begun to appear? She has no father, and her mother let her be with a group of Muggles. She must Hiding her talents, even when she is really great. Does she feel insecure? Does she feel uncontrollable about her extraordinary talents? Does she cry uncontrollably? Does she have Sometimes it is difficult to control the powerful, innate power in my body..."

"She's never been like that! She's the most perfect!" he exclaimed. "She's mine..." He paused. "Dumbledore," he looked at Dumbledore, "you know, Dumbledore, how important family is to us, Dumbledore, I don't have any family, I only have her, she's my little finger... She's like that sometimes, insecure, crying, Will ask me to ensure that she is the only one, the most important, and that I will never hurt her brother - Dumbledore, she is a girl, a girl who has never seen her father, she needs protection, she is like that Beautiful, so well-behaved, you know that the woman in their family always gets into trouble because she is too beautiful, she needs to be protected..."

He looked at Dumbledore, "And I will protect her, I promised her," he trembled, "Dumbledore, I promised her, I would protect her, I will, you give her back to me , she's just a child, Dumbledore, please," he said, but it didn't end there, "Dumbledore, she doesn't have a papa, and neither do I, but she has me, and I'm her grandpapa, that's what she calls me... Dumbledore, that's what she calls me! So childish it's like she's four instead of 14... I'll protect her, she's all I have and all she is One, I'll show her that I'm more dependable than anyone else, you don't really think a guy like Sirius would make a good father do you? He's so emotional, he..."

"Tom, you may not know that children are the cutest when they are four or five years old. They have a baby voice, are innocent and ignorant of the world, and trust you wholeheartedly. When you wake up, you don’t know whether to laugh or cry when you think about it. It’s cute—have you ever thought that she might have grown up by your side? Maybe at that time you would think she was annoying, and at that time you would think She held back your footsteps in changing the world, Tom, you might think so at that time, but at the same time she might grow up healthy all the time, she might become friends with Harry Potter because of her father, and even Maybe she will stand on the opposite front with you." Dumbledore looked at him, "but the only thing that is certain is that without the death curse you put on that ring, she would be alive and stand on your side. in front of her, smiling at you, and holding out her hand for a hug. Tom, you killed her with your own hands."

"No..." Riddle came back to his senses, "Shut up!"

"If you hadn't started making Horcruxes," said Dumbledore, "Reculus wouldn't have died, and if he hadn't died, she and her brother wouldn't have been born, and you wouldn't be suffering like this now."

"No!" Riddle snarled, "No!" He looked at him, "What does my Horcrux have to do with Regulus? If he ain't dead, why isn't she born? Her father is damn Sirius Black is not the more damned Regulus Black!"

"Because your daughter loved Regulus Black," Dumbledore shot back, "because you preached the supremacy of pure blood and she was ashamed of the quarter Muggle blood you brought her, because she loved People are following you! Because of you, your daughter and her lover can never be together! Tom, you have caused such a tragedy with your own hands, and you have ruined your daughter’s life with your own hands! She could have broken the curse of her own family! That little bit! Of course there is a reason for her own weakness, but Tom, if you hadn't been promoting the supremacy of pure blood, they wouldn't be like this! Because you ruined your daughter's life and Vera's at the same time. life. If her mother breaks the curse, she..."

"I don't believe it," Riddle said, "I don't believe it, you're lying to me!"

"Want to know if I'm lying to you?" Dumbledore sneered, "You should be able to feel your Horcrux disappear, right?"

Dumbledore said, "I have just destroyed one of your Horcruxes. The one you told her to never wear on her finger."

Dumbledore said, "She's nothing but a Horcrux, you know, if we're going to destroy a human being, it's like if we're going to kill you, we've got to destroy your Horcruxes first, all your Horcruxes ,Is it right?"

"What do you want to say," Riddle trembled convulsively, "you give her to me, no one can use her as a Horcrux, no one can use a living person as a Horcrux..." He trembled, "No Man, that's too evil..."

Hearing the word evil out of his mouth was like...

No.

He has seven horcruxes.

He also has reason to accuse others of being evil.

Harry subconsciously felt that nothing could be more absurd than this, and he couldn't even find an appropriate analogy.

Dumbledore threw a small object at him.

Riddle caught it with magic, and immediately, he let out a beast-like roar from his throat, "Dumbledore!"

It was Vera's black pearl earring.

He pressed the earring to his chest, "Dumbledore!"

"You know that, don't you?" Dumbledore looked at him. "People in their family can only take off this earring when they are dead, because it means that the protective spell on them has expired."

Harry had never imagined that Dumbledore would have such a cruel way of speaking, and he said, "Tom, if this doesn't prove that she is dead, then neither can I."

"It could be the boy," Riddle exclaimed. "They both have the same earrings, and she..."

"Why are you so obsessed with her?" Dumbledore asked him back, "Tom, do you remember when I first met you? You always obsess over other people's things, is it because of them..."

"She is mine." The Dark Lord waved his wand angrily, "You know, she belongs to me!"

"Her father is Sirius, if you want to say who she belongs to..."

"She doesn't belong to anyone!" Draco exclaimed, standing up from the crowd, he said, "She doesn't belong to anyone! She belongs to herself!" He didn't seem to think that he would stand out in the dark The demon king spoke in front of him, trembling constantly, but he was very firm, "She belongs to herself," he repeated, "You always say that she belongs to others, and she hates it very much."

He suddenly calmed down and stopped trembling, "She belongs to herself."

He said, "She died."

Voldemort looked at him for a moment, a long moment, before he asked Draco, "Is she dead?"

"Yes," he said, "she's been planning it for a long, long time."

"I don't believe it!" Tom Riddle yelled violently, but he didn't use any magic on the boy after all, he yelled, "Where are you?"

He was at a loss, "Vera!"

It was the first time he called her name.

He had never called her only Miss, and this was the first time he had called her by her name.

"Where are you?" he cried. "Vera!"

His body has emotions but no tear ducts, and he can't even cry.

"Where are you?" he said hoarsely, and he screamed repeatedly, "Where are you?"

His heart hurts.

It's like that time when she lay in his arms with teary eyes, clutched her chest and said to him, "I'm in so much pain."

He didn't know how painful she was at that time.

But now he felt that he was in so much pain that he was about to die.

His heart was dug out alive.

He still remembered one time when she just woke up from a nap, she leaned softly in his arms, wrapped her hands around his neck, and asked him softly in a voice that hadn't fully woken up yet, "They said that many people are afraid of you." , how do you do it? I mean, if someone cheated on you..."

"I usually torture and then kill anyone who cheats on me," he whispered. "Did anyone cheat on you? Did anyone offend you?"

Her emerald eyes looked at him, "What if that person is not afraid of death?"

"Then grab him and torture him bit by bit. It's very useful." He said, "You just need to give me a name..."

"What if you can't torture him?"

He was almost sure that the person was Draco, "then grab the person he cares about most, find the thing he cherishes most," he kissed her hair, "and kill that person in front of him, Destroy that thing, don't rush it," he said, "take it little by little, the longer the better."

"Do you think this is the most serious punishment?" She laughed softly, "Indeed, it makes people feel powerless..."

She stopped and said, "That hurts. Have you ever been hurt like this?"

He kissed her forehead, carefully pinched her shoulders, touched her from her blond hair to her back, she liked him very much when she was in the form of a cat, so he subconsciously thought that she also like.

He whispered, "Once upon a time," he held her tenderly, "you wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

She asked him, "Do I look like her?"

He knew who she was talking about, he shook his head, "You are the most like me."

You will not be like her, you have me, and you are not her.

He whispered, "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

She did not speak.

She just turned her face, held his hand, and kissed the palm of his hand.He clenched his fists tightly, as if the kiss would not disappear.

He hugged her a little tighter, "Miss, as long as I'm here, no one will have the courage to deceive you, everyone is afraid of me." He is very capable now, everyone is afraid of him, as long as she stays By his side, she will be fine.

He murmured, "My BabyLion, stay here, don't leave me," he almost begged her, "You gotta stay here, you gotta be with me, if you're not here... ..."

"I like it when you call me that," she whispered. "Go ahead and call me that, and I allow you to treat me like a pet."

"You're not a pet," he said. "You're my heart." He kissed her. "You know, miss, you're my heart."

She laughed and nestled against his chest like a kitten. After a while, when he lowered his head to kiss her again, she was already asleep again.

Where is his little lion?

He stretched out his hand to hug her tightly, but found that there was nothing in his arms.

There were bursts of severe pain in his chest, and his heart was ripped out alive.

The stone ceiling of Hogwarts seemed to be falling, the whole world was falling, and they weighed on him, and he found it hopeless that he could not move.