HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

When the mysterious black-haired woman appeared again, Harry had consciously waited for her for a long time.

When she knocked on the door this time, Uncle Dursley saw her face cautiously through the small hole in the door, and then immediately called Harry out of his room and asked him to open the door.

After she left, they had treated him a lot better, and even offered to change his bedroom, but he refused.

He didn't think he needed that room, he was used to his own.

But when he opened the door, he realized that she was not alone this time.

Behind her stood a boy with the same black hair and green eyes as her, wearing a snow-white shirt and black trousers. Harry looked at him for a while, thinking he looked familiar.

The boy is very handsome and appears to have a gentle personality.

According to Dumbledore, he was one year younger than Harry, but when he stood in front of him, he was a little taller than Harry, with a black pearl earring pinned to his left ear.

He offered his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Regulus Black."

Harry held his hand and couldn't help trembling.

"Hello." Although Dumbledore told him earlier, he knew that although the name was the name of Sirius' younger brother, he was Sirius' child.

"Hello," he couldn't help repeating, because the temperature of the hand he was holding was a bit strange, there was an unusual coolness, the kind of coolness shouldn't belong to a 14-year-old boy, he thought of Regu Leth's mother said that he was not in good health, "How is your health?"

"Not bad." Regulus smiled softly, and Harry finally realized what was wrong with him, "Come in," he said.

Regulus laughed. Although his fingers were cold, he didn't seem to be hobbling when he walked.

Maybe he's not as bad as they say, Harry thought, asking him, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Please give me a cup of tea, add honey and..." The boy laughed abruptly, "Just add honey and milk."

Harry listened, and poured two cups of tea, one with the juice of half a lemon and two teaspoons of sugar, he couldn't even imagine how it would taste, and the other with honey and milk.

Regulus took the cup, and Harry couldn't help but keep looking at him.

He's the son of... Sirius, he's the son of Sirius.

And Sirius was his godfather.

He had no doubts that if Harry's father, James Potter, had been around when Regulus was born, he would have been Regulus Black's godfather.

He thought of all the tenderness that Sirius had treated him. He would be a very good father. After all, even if he was only a godson, he might not treat him better than Sirius when his father was alive.

But if the two of them can grow up together, those two good friends can be godfathers to each other's best friend's son...

That must be the best thing ever.

They will grow up together and they will be a very close couple.They will make a good pair of friends like their fathers.

They both even have the same black hair and green eyes.

The two of them will probably be more like a pair of brothers than real brothers.

Just like their father.

Christina had been observing the two of them, when she said, "Harry, what did Dumbledore tell you?"

She seemed to be able to see the secret deep in his heart.

Harry remembered what Dumbledore had asked him to say, "If she asks me, tell her that Voldemort has her daughter."

So he said, "Voldemort got her, he, he," he swallowed hard, "he got your daughter, and he knows you're back."

But she laughed, "Harry," she told him to sit down, "Harry," her hand was on his, and her hand was dry and warm, "Harry, oh, Harry. She couldn't help stroking his hair, "Harry, I came back for her."

She fell silent, her eyes were like a pool of water gradually calming down, "Harry, I know she is in England, I know she has used magic, and I know she won't follow me back."

"So I'm coming."

Harry really wanted to ask her if she knew about the death of his parents.

But if she could find Privet Drive, it would mean she knew.

But Harry really wanted to ask her if she knew anything about Sirius....

He is still not able to say the word death calmly, he always feels that Sirius is still alive, but standing in front of her, looking into her eyes, thinking that her son is Sirius' son, he suddenly doesn't know what to do. Say something.

Regulus held his cold hand, and he said, "Harry, I must confess one thing to you." His green eyes were gentle yet firm, "Harry, no one can hide from me, I can know anything if I want to."

Harry was a little overwhelmed, "I..."

"You don't have to feel sorry for our father," he said, "I've never met him, it's nothing." He said, reaching out to pat him on the back reassuringly, "Harry, Tell us, do you know where my sister is?"

"Voldemort got her, Dumbledore said Voldemort trusted her very much."

"Has she found out who her father is?" Christina asked him.

"She... probably doesn't know yet?"

Christina smiled slightly, "Harry, do you know? I actually have a bit of talent in the dark arts," she said with a smile, "I want to apply to Dumbledore to be a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Immediately after she looked at her son, she squeezed his hand tightly, "By the way, I want to ask Dumbledore if Hogsworth accepts tutor students now."

"What is a tutor?" Harry asked curiously.

"Once upon a time," Christie laughed, "magic among wizards was not taught in schools but by word of mouth, usually by parents who educated their children according to the oldest laws, or who were gifted Most wizards will learn and create magic by themselves, so after having a magic school—I believe you already know that there is not only Hogwarts, a magic school in the UK, but also some families choose to teach themselves children."

"This is what I call tutoring students. Not all children who receive Hogwarts admission letters will go to Hogwarts to study. As long as they can pass the magic test, it is not so important whether they enter the school or not." .But, under certain circumstances, if they are willing to apply, and if they can pass the Hogwarts exams, they can enter the grades that suit their abilities and successfully graduate from the school on that basis."

Christie said, and her son looked at her gently.

He said, "Mother, I will."

"I know you will." She couldn't help but squeeze his hand tightly, "I know."

She couldn't help but said, "If you go, your sister will definitely follow you."

She laughed and turned to see Harry, "Harry, I told you this because I like you very much," she looked at him, "but Harry, you have to trust me," she looked at him eyes, "I will protect you, but don't think that everyone will protect you, you have to trust everyone, but you need to doubt everyone."

Gently stroking his black hair with her hand, she said, "Harry, it's okay if you don't understand me, just don't tell anyone I told you this, just remember I told you This."

Harry knew she had another daughter, but he didn't know anything about the girl, who in his imagination probably had black hair like theirs, with beautiful green eyes.

She has such a beautiful mother, she must be very beautiful.

But when Harry saw her, he would realize his mistake.

That girl is not very pretty.

She is extremely beautiful.

It's so beautiful that it looks like something that shouldn't exist in this world.