HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Harry screamed inwardly as Draco steadied himself, looking at the living room from the stairs, and finally said, "Scarhead, that's why you kept me waiting so long?"

"You look sad." Victoria said childishly in her father's arms, "Why are you so sad?"

Regulus said softly, "Victoria," he said, "you don't have to say everything you feel."

"But he's sad," Victoria said. "Can I give him a hug?"

Regulus stared at his daughter, then at Draco, "Can she hug you?"

Draco was finally distracted to look at the daughter in Regulus' arms.

Sirius came down the stairs, "Hey Dad, we want to hang out."

Harry said dumbly, "Okay."

He glanced at the Regulus father and daughter when he passed the living room, "Hey, hello," he said to Victoria, "You look very similar..." He looked up at Draco, "You look very Like Mr. Malfoy," he happily waited for his friend to come down the stairs, "I hope you have a better temper than him."

Then he cried out again, "Hey! Scorpius! Didn't you always want a sister?"

Shut up!son!Shut up!Harry screamed in his heart in despair.

However, all this is not over yet, Sirius continued to shout, "Scorpius, come and see, if you have a younger sister, I think she should look like this!"

Harry was already very desperate in his heart.

But Draco softened suddenly, and said, "Come here, miss, come here, give me a hug."

He even crouched down and stretched out his hands.

And Regulus also let go, letting his daughter run to Draco.

She ran over and put her arms around his head and said, "Daddy says I'm reassuring," she asked him, "Are you better now?"

He hugged her, lifted her up and hugged her tightly, and pressed his face against hers, "It's much better."

Harry heard him mutter, "You do look like me."

And when Scorpius walked down the stairs, he heard his father's next sentence. His father said, "You are my daughter."

He looked at them subconsciously with a pale face.

Harry realized, and he warned Draco in a low voice, "Okay, Draco, the child has a cold, she should rest, and you should return her to her father!"

Draco gave him a savage look, and Harry thought he was about to collapse, but if he kept going like this, Scorpius might as well.

"Albus," Harry cried, "come down, Albus!"

Scorpius was a sensitive child, everyone knew that.

Albus came down the stairs. "What's the matter? Dad?"

"Hello," Regulus laughed, "I'm Regulus Black." He looked at Scorpius and Albus, "My son is about your age. You should become very good friends. "

Scorpius looked at him. "My grandma's last name was Blake before she married."

"I'm your father's cousin," Regulus said. "Hello, boy. Your name is Scorpius, isn't it?"

He smiled gently, "Look, you look a lot like my daughter."

"Because she's also my cousin," Scorpius finally returned a little color to his face, "so we look alike, don't we?"

Regulus waved to him, "Come here, kid, let me see you."

Scorpius didn't know why he had an inexplicable affection for him.

And Harry took this opportunity to snatch Victoria from Draco's arms and gave him a warning look, saying, "You know this kid just looks like you, right?"

At this moment, there was a roar outside the window, and Victoria cheered, "Rebecca is here!"

"Who is Rebecca?" Almost everyone in the living room asked.

"My daughter," Regulus laughed, "the oldest one."

Harry subconsciously hugged Victoria and rushed downstairs to open the door, his heart beating violently.

However, when he opened the door, he found that more than half of the garden Ginny carefully maintained in front of his house had been destroyed.

Victoria said, "oh-oh. Rebecca, you've done something bad again."

The rider wearing a helmet rolling in the flower bed let out a dull voice from the helmet, "It suddenly went out."

She climbed up, took off her helmet, pulled off the rubber bands that tied her hair, and let her long, dark seaweed hair hang down on her chest, and she said, "Victoria, come, let your big sister hug you." you."

Victoria lay in Harry's arms and shook her head, "No, Rebecca, you are covered in dust."

"So you don't want your sister?" She frowned, "Victoria..."

"I want my sister," she said, "but I don't want a dirty sister. Everyone says you're pretty like a princess, Rebecca, but don't tell me you're Cinderella."

Rebecca sighed. She patted the dirt off her body, tall and slender because of her tight black leather jacket.

During the action, a string of silver bracelets on her wrist jingled, and a pair of big watery eyes looked over, and she laughed, "You must be Mr. Potter..."

Harry has been looking at her for a moment since just now, she is tall, Harry thinks she is about the same height as him, but the way she smiles...

God, she has gray eyes... so good, she has gray eyes.

sky……

"Aren't you in pain?" Draco asked abruptly, "Are you hurt? Come in."

Harry didn't blame him, because he thought so too.

"A little bit, but it's nothing." She rolled up her sleeves and looked at it. There was a big red spot on her fair forearm, and it seemed that it was not just an arm.

"How can this be okay?!" Draco yelled, "Come in, we'll help you deal with it!"

And she glanced at Draco in surprise, "You are..."

"Draco Malfoy," Draco said, looking at her, and after a while, he finally said, "I'm your uncle."

"Oh, Uncle Malfoy," she said, "wait a minute, is my dad taking a nap? If he asks..." She smiled sweetly, "Can we..."

She suddenly laughed, "Never mind." She strode into the house, stretched out her arms and hugged Regulus, "Dad," she hugged him, tiptoed to kiss him, "Dad, Did you miss me, Dad?"

She kissed him again, took his arm and walked upstairs, "Dad, do you know the mountain lake in Durmstrang? It's really beautiful..."

Regulus pushed her away with a smile. "Rebecca, don't try to get away with it," he said. "Your mother told you not to modify motorcycles, did you?"

"Oh, Dad," she hugged his arm and didn't let go, "I didn't modify the motorcycle..."

"It's not okay for someone else to change it for you. I know someone else did it. You wouldn't change the car to look like this," he said. "Don't play word games with your father."

She turned her face and glanced up at him, "Mommy isn't here now, is she? Daddy?" She put her face on his shoulders, "So can we use this as a little baby for the two of us?" Secret," she blinked at herself. "You know telling mom this will only worry her..."

Her father looked at her sideways, "Rebecca."

"dad……"

"You're trying to mess around again, but not this time, we're in England," he said, "Rebecca, you know it's dangerous to modify Muggle stuff yourself, and I can tell you that these two gentlemen are Working for the British Ministry of Magic. You're breaking the law in front of law enforcement officials."

Her big gray eyes looked at Harry and Draco, and she tilted her head and smiled, "Can we..."

"I don't know what's going on here," Draco said.

"Probably Sirius has done something bad again," Harry went on, "We'll figure it out before his mother comes home."

She laughed, "Dad..." She looked at him, "Look..."

She is good at acting like a baby.

Her dad finally had no choice but to say, "Okay, Rebecca, okay, go take a shower before your mother comes over," he said, "Are you going to make yourself a good girl?"

She laughed. "Of course I would."

She hooked a small suitcase from the motorcycle, carried the suitcase in one hand, and held her motorcycle helmet in the other, "Can I use your bathroom, Mr. Potter?"

She looks contented like...

The same.

It's a little fox that has succeeded in its tricks.

At this time, Sirius Potter and her friends were walking down the stairs, and she followed the voice and looked at them with a smile. With just one glance, the faces of the group of boys turned crimson to varying degrees.

"Hey," she said.

"..."

After a while, Sirius said, "Hello."

"Take her to the bathroom," Harry said, "Sirius, take her to the bathroom and then you boys can go wherever you want."

The house is a mess right now, the fewer people there, the better.

"I think we can play wizard chess at home," said Sirius. "Can you play wizard chess?"

"Yes, I like playing chess, but," she glanced at him, "you take a broom, do you like Quidditch?"

"Yes," said Sirius proudly, "I am the Chaser."

"Oh," she said lightly, "I'm the hitter, and it looks like I'm your natural enemy."

"You can be my partner, too," said Sirius. "I once managed to score two Quaffles in a row before the opponent caught the Snitch in a ball game and we won by ten."

"Well..." she drew the end, "I've knocked every batsman off the broom in a game because their batsman was bullying our Seeker—a The little girl who loves to cry. If you have a chance, you can try it with me. I always knock down the opponent's Chaser, but my people," she smiled proudly, "they're fine."

"Rebecca," Regulus called her.

"Okay," she sighed, "Okay, Dad, I'm going to change clothes, I will stay here obediently and wait for Mom to come over today."

Sirius said, "Maybe we can play wizard chess instead." He added, "Shall I help you carry the suitcase?"

She handed him her suitcase and helmet, and unzipped her skinny leather jacket, saying, "Thank you, of course we can play chess together, but I have to change first—let me I'm going to be in trouble mom seeing me the way I am." She was wearing a thin black sweater underneath, and the sweater clung to her so tightly that you could see the changes in her body with every movement.

Her black skinny sweater, black skinny jeans, and even black fitted boots caught all eyes.

She was dressed in black, except for the string of thin and many silver bracelets on her wrist, even her hair was black, just like her surname.

She was Miss Blake, the real Miss Blake.

She is beautiful and full of allure.

You can see her muscles stretch and contract with every movement she makes.

The waist is slender, the chest and buttocks are very round and full, and there are very obvious butterfly bones on the back, but the overall line is very smooth, she is slender but has just the right muscles, she is so energetic.

She is a teenage girl who is about to become a grown woman.

Everyone was looking at her, but she was smiling casually, her high boots thumping dully on the stairs.

Sirius said, "I think you look good like this..."

She flicked her hair, and the silver bracelets on her wrists jingled.

"Thank you."

Their voices faded away.

As Harry looked at his son, it dawned on him just how undisguised he had been in his youth.