HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"He's back." Draco said quietly, sitting on the sofa at Harry's house.

He seemed to have had too much to drink, and Harry almost pointed his wand at him as he emerged from the fireplace in a staggering step.

He almost took Draco for a burglar.

Until he recognized the other person and pushed him against the chair.

He even made tea over here, ready to wake up this deadly enemy, the two of them are really having a bad relationship now.

The most frightening thing is that their two sons are as good as twins.Albus and Scorpius were almost inseparable.

As if right now, their sons were talking upstairs in Albus's room, and Harry felt he must not let Scorpius see his father drunk.

He tugged and tugged Draco into the chair by the fireplace to keep him from moving.

"After all these years," said Harry, "he can come back."

"No," Draco gritted his teeth, "Scarhead!" He hadn't been this angry in years. "Did you know? He's married!"

"Of course he can marry," said Harry. "Draco, you and I are married."

"He promised her!"

"But he forgot," Harry poured the tea into his hand, "remember? She made him forget."

Draco took a sip of tea.

But he almost spit the tea back into the cup, "You can't make tea at all. No, you don't know what a good tea is!" He muttered, but continued, "Do you know how many children he has? ?”

Harry thought he was a lot like Christie in that.

As he took the cup back, he watched the other person repeat nervously, "Four!" He trembled, "He actually has four children! How much he loves that woman! I really want to know what it is Such a woman..."

This friend and foe who doesn’t know how to call him—let’s call Draco Harry’s alumnus for the time being—has always been extremely concerned about Regulus’ affairs.

"You read his profile again." Harry said, "You know you shouldn't read it, you are an idler, why do you..."

The Malfoy family donated a large sum of money to send him to the Ministry of Magic. Speaking of which, their family always donated money, donated to the Ministry of Magic, donated to Voldemort, donated themselves from ordinary people to Death Eaters, and donated themselves from Death Eaters Donate back to ordinary people - how boring!

But he's basically just a nominal Ministry of Magic advisor now.

And that is personal data, it is personal privacy, and it is against the law to view other people's personal data in private!

"I'd love to know anything about him," said Draco. "He's got four kids! Four! Scarhead, he's got more kids than you, and you're marrying a Weasley." !"

"Hey hey hey!" Harry exclaimed, "You know you're talking about my wife, right? You know if you keep doing this I'll kick you out of my house, right?!"

"Four," Draco simply repeated, ignoring him, "how could he do this to her!!!"

Harry sighed, and subconsciously said, "You sit here, I'll go see if there's any Flame Whiskey."

Tea couldn't solve any problems in this environment, especially since Draco never liked their tea.

It's better to get drunk at the bar than to keep his emotions agitated.

He opened the door and came out of the study, ready to go down to the living room. Although the old house of the Black family had been tidied up, with the three children of the Potter family now, it always seemed cramped here.

But with popularity, Harry has to admit that he likes a big family. He has been looking forward to a lively and happy family for many years. Otherwise, he would not have married Ginny as soon as she graduated and had children very early. .

He hopes he has a lively home.

He was walking up the stairs, wasn't it Regulus?

He has four children.

She has been dead for more than 20 years, he does not believe that he is not lonely.

Stairs creak, and when you have three kids and two of them are boys who invite friends over to play, you feel like a lot of things in your house are getting older.

Especially Sirius who is too lively.His bouncing friends...

The stairs creaked with every step.

It reminded him of the time when she came here, she walked in front of him-the house had not been repaired at that time, the room was dark and old, every step made the stairs creak, and she smelled a little bit The invasion came.

Sometimes Harry thinks she's here, walking beside him, nearly throwing herself into his arms with the house-elf's head; he always thinks she's still smiling, subconsciously when he eats in the restaurant To see if she was sitting next to him—he remembered that she didn't eat broccoli; he remembered that she wanted to keep Regulus's room for her.

Although that room has long been occupied.It is his second son who lives there.

arbus.

There are too many people in the family, so I have to live in that room.

She had only been here for a few hours, but Harry felt that memory would last him a lifetime.

He sighed, and took out the Flame Whiskey and two glasses that Draco brought last time from the cabinet. If he felt so uncomfortable, what would Draco do?She'd been at Malfoy Manor longer than she'd been at Hogsworth.

Sometimes he wondered why Draco still insisted on living in that house.

Every room there, every inch of ground should remind him of her.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

The boys were playing upstairs, Ginny and Lily were out shopping, and as for Kreacher - he was old and dead.

So Harry let the glass and Firewhiskey float in the air, and went downstairs to open the door with his hands free.

He almost stopped breathing the moment the door opened.

Regulus.

He was still handsome and thin, which made him look more and more like a young Voldemort.

He looked like Voldemort who had killed Mrs Smith to get the cup.

The analogy in Harry's own mind gave him a shudder.

Regulus looked less than 30 years old.To be honest, it made Harry very jealous, especially after seeing the other's lush black hair.

The only consolation is that the other party has a rare haggard and exhausted.

"Harry." Regulus laughed softly, "Long time no see."

He was holding something, and Harry collected himself, took a closer look, and saw that it was a child with long blond hair, probably a girl.

The child was so tightly wrapped in Regulus' black robe that Harry could only see half of her face, not even the tip of her nose.

He followed Harry's eyes and said, "This is my daughter, Victoria, the youngest."

The little girl was awakened by his voice, and opened her eyes slightly, most of her face was still hidden in her father's robe, but Harry looked into the little girl's eyes with trepidation, and realized that there was no trace of green in them. relieved.

But then he came back to his senses, this is not a good time, Draco just mentioned Regulus, and Regulus will come to him with a baby in his arms, Harry has no doubt that if Draco Co would be furious when he saw Regulus here with his daughter in his arms.

"I'm back," Regulus said. "May I go in and sit for a while?"

No, Harry shouted frantically in his mind, that's not a good idea.

But...Harry subconsciously wanted to see the blonde girl, he wanted to know what she looked like.

Ron and Hermione's daughter is very much like Ginny.

So Regulus' daughter...

"Come in," he felt his throat dry. "Would you like a cup of tea? Is it cold outside?"

"Can you give Victoria a glass of warm milk?" Regulus said. "She has a bit of a cold."

He took off his robe after he came in and let it fly aside to hang himself, Harry kept looking at the child's face, but her blonde hair completely covered his face.

He finally said, "Okay."

When she drank milk, her father would do anything to push her hair back to show her face.

Harry went to the kitchen and poured the milk, warmed it up magically, mixed a lot of honey in it at the same time, and stirred it, as if that would calm himself.

He didn't know how long he was in a daze, and finally went out with the milk to see the father and daughter.

The girl was fully awake, her father let her sit sideways in his arms, he was wearing a silver-gray velvet suit that looked very expensive, and he was stretching out his hand to straighten his daughter's blonde hair, while Harry almost screened Hold your breath and look at the girl's face.

She was beautiful, but not very much like Vera.

She had blond hair and the same gray eyes as her father - really, she looked a lot like Draco, both had the same gray eyes and blond hair...

Wait, Draco!

Draco was still upstairs waiting for his Firewhiskey!

and many more!

Harry screamed inwardly, and Draco was already walking down the stairs, "Scarhead!" he called him in a rough voice, and he was a little rough every time he was unhappy, he said, " Where's my fire whiskey? Did you just go out and buy it?"

"Good afternoon, Draco." Regulus said.

And Draco's answer was that he almost fell down the stairs with his foot in the air.