HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

When they were about to go out, they found the black-haired girl standing with her back to the motorcycle, holding an extremely long women's cigarette between her fingertips.

The wind blew her long, thick, pure black hair like seaweed on her back.

And Harry subconsciously felt that it should be straight blond hair.

Rebecca is always busy, she has a lot of shows, a lot of dates, a lot of parties, she is always surrounded by people, she is always attractive and a leader, she can be the center of attention no matter where she is.Many people thought she was like her great-grandfather in this way.

The tabloids even called her Lady Voldemort.

Wizards all over Britain know Voldemort as her great-grandfather, and the Black family now sounds to most people's ears as short for Voldemort's descendants.

She is not yet 17 years old, but she has already received hostility from countless people. Too many people have lost their beloved relatives and friends because of Voldemort. It is not that no one wants to take revenge on her family.

But Rebecca has a terrifying talent. She doesn't take the initiative to provoke, but she will never fail whenever someone makes a move.

She can knock a man into a wall without making a fuss.

Under the premise of not using a magic wand.

Not to mention Regulus, since Regulus was 17 years old, he has been dueling duels due to various things, and he has not lost so far.

They are the descendants of Voldemort, and the pursuit and control of magic cannot be surpassed by countless people.

But that doesn't seem to affect the boys flocking to her at all, and it can even be said that her identity has attracted more suitors for her.

Even though almost all the boys had been warned from the family, and even now there were still many pure-blood families who could not help but become very respectful and terrified when they saw her and her father.Her outward appearance was actually the same as that of her father, becoming more and more like that person.

Even when she lowered her head, Harry couldn't help but feel that she was a female version of Tom Riddle.

But those terrible things did not detract from her charm in any way, on the contrary, her dangerousness made her more attractive.

She appeared here today, making Harry subconsciously think that this is not a good thing.

She was playing with her mobile phone with her head down, and Harry recognized that thing. Now that Muggle technology is developing day and night, the mobile phone has become so small and so necessary.

She lowered her head and stared at the screen, her right thumb kept sliding, and it took a while before she raised her left hand to take a breath. The two of them looked at her for a while, and Harry finally called her softly, "Rebecca ,What are you doing?"

She raised her head to look at them, snuffed out the cigarette at her fingertips, waved her hand, and the cigarette butt disappeared. She said, "I have a little bit of a bad habit."

She is wearing tight leather pants and black boots today, but the top is a fluffy white sweater, and her thick black hair is windless and automatic in her actions. She walked over step by step, and put her fingers on Draco's Face.

Her fingertips were cold, but not as cold as the strong mint smell on her fingertips.

She was so close to him that her breath was almost on his face.

Her eyes were fixed on Draco for a moment, and he couldn't move because his face was frozen in her hands.

She is like a huge carnivorous animal, and everything she sees is her prey.

After a while she suddenly smiled very lightly, "Mr. Malfoy," she whispered, "would you like to have a word with me?"

A few minutes ago Harry was worried about whether Regulus would kill Draco, now he was worried about another thing.

Will Rebecca kill Draco?

Draco was almost at a loss under her gaze, he averted his eyes, "Okay."

She smiled and held his wrist. Her fingers were slender but extremely long, and she held his wrist effortlessly.

He can't run away.

The two of them sank together on the Potter's couch.

She was still looking at him, and in the distance it almost looked like a girl looking at her lover with affection.

However, the three people here knew that she didn't see him as a lover.

Draco was at a loss, he knew he had done something he shouldn't have done, but what could he do?He can't stop.

The girl let go of her hand at last, and she said, "Pour some wine, Mr. Potter."

She is not yet 17 years old...

But Harry still chose to obey, she has that ability, the ability that you will do what she tells you to do.

Like Vera, like Tom Riddle.

When Harry came back upstairs to get the Firewhiskey, his heart almost stopped.

The girl was half leaning over to ask Draco, she was almost on top of him...

"...What do you think of me? Many people think I'm prettier than my sister, and she's always a little childish..."

"There's nothing between me and her," Draco said. "Rebecca, I swear to you, I haven't done anything I shouldn't!"

She smiled lazily, "I don't mean to accuse you," she whispered, "I just want to say that if you really want to chase girls on the premise of having a wife, you should at least have a wife." Choose an older one, she's a child, and you're doing her reputation and future a disservice," she said, straightening up, "I think you know these things better than I do, don't you?"

Draco said softly, "I didn't do anything, Rebecca, I wouldn't do anything to her..."

"She's a lot like her," said Rebecca, "I'm sorry you lost her, but," she saw Harry manipulating three flying wine glasses, she waved two of them over, Handing one to Draco, the other was brought to her lips, she took a sip, and she said, "You know she's not her."

If Anna looks like her, then Rebecca...

This kind of behavior that investigates everything clearly and holds people's handles everywhere...

Apparently Draco realized it too.

He said almost desperately, "Rebecca, I don't," he said, "I really..."

"Shh," she said softly, sitting gracefully on the sofa with her legs crossed and one hand resting on her chin on the sofa, "Shh, Mr Malfoy, you don't have to explain to me, you just have to listen and answer I."

"The fact that her father and mother are going to divorce has deeply affected her," Rebecca sat back and took another sip of wine gracefully, "She is still young, only 14 years old, but you know it very well, you know What are you doing. She may be a little childish, grabbing someone who treats her well and refuses to let go, but you know better than anyone else, you know what she is to you. "

Both Harry and Draco stopped talking, she came prepared, they had no secrets from her.

She let go of her hand, and the cup floated onto the coffee table by itself.

"You like her," she whispered. "You like my father's sister, don't you?"

"Yes."

"She was just over 15 when she died."

"Yes."

"My sister is going to be fifteen, but she was fourteen like mine when you met her."

"Yes."

"My sister looks a lot like her."

"Yes."

She whispered, "Well, Mr. Malfoy, you should know what you're doing."

"You're after her niece, a niece who looks like her," she said.

"You should know that someone you love is dead."

"I haven't done anything out of line..." he said desperately, "Rebecca, trust me."

"For now," she said, "if you simply liked her, I might just remind you that you're a family man."

"But I must warn you once I find out that you like her for other reasons," she said. Know."

"Don't go to see her," Rebecca looked at him, "Sir, this is my advice to you."

"My sister is a very childish person. She is very different from the lady you like. I think you can see that, don't you?" She looked at him again. "You know Lolita?"

Draco paled, and he whispered, "She showed it to me many years ago."

He whispered, "She said she didn't and didn't like being treated like Lolita."

A prophecy.

The Dark Lord sees her as Lolita, and he sees Ana as Lo.

The girl glanced at him, "I think you must be very sad." She sighed, "But there is no way, Mr. Malfoy, in life, there are so many unsatisfactory things but so few happy things, and Happiness is not necessarily moral, but being a human being must be moral.”

He was pale.

And her fingers slid in along the collar of his robe, and finally drew out a gold pocket watch from it.

Harry knew the watch.

It's Vera's.

No one could enter her room after she died, but she had put the watch in Regulus's clothes at the time.

And then Draco took the watch off himself.

She held the watch up in front of her and looked at it carefully, "It's so strange."

She said, "My dad has one like that too, but it's platinum."

She looked at him, "You bought a pair?"

There was a rumble in Harry's mind, and he remembered that Draco had indeed been staring straight at Regulus' pocket watch...

"No," Draco said softly, "She bought one for your dad and one for me."

"Is that so?" She gently put the watch back into his pocket, "I'm sorry."

"You must have been very happy then," she said.

Nothing.

But what can I say?How to tell her?

"No," he said softly, "I don't know, you know, we were all only teenagers at that time..."

"I've just been to Malfoy Manor," she said softly. "I've met your parents and your wife. Your mother thought I looked like her sister, and she was very upset when she first saw me." It was a shock. I had to reassure her that I was only 17 this year."

"Your father was a very nice man and liked me very much. He asked me to give a drop of blood to the roses in the garden, which I did. Then there was a room and he said I could go in, but I didn't, I Say I need to see you today, and I'll call on them again when I have time."

"I don't really understand what kind of relationship that is. Your father called my grandmother his sister, but my father didn't think she was his uncle. He said that our blood relationship with you is only in your Between my mother and my grandfather. I think it's very complicated, but I figured it out. I thank you and your father, thank you very much, thank you very much."

"You know that I have the blood of the man you are talking about," she straightened his collar for him, "that kind of blood scares people to a large extent, my father lived in the United States for such a long time, but When I started school I was still the animal that pretty much everyone looked at."

"And it's not just me, Elliott, Anna, and even later Victoria. Of course, Elliott is the worst one, he can hardly have friends because he's a boy, a guy who doesn't even have a name Dare to call a boy with the blood of a man. Besides," she frowned, "he's not very smart, he doesn't know how to deal with a person at all, but he looks good, when he gets older, female Children will forget whose descendant he is."

"The three of us girls are better at this point. People always think that girls are less dangerous, let alone we are beautiful. However, Anna's character is too weak. She is the most vulnerable of us. In this In one point, she is not as good as Victoria. Mr. Malfoy, I am the eldest child of my father. My father has been in a bad mood recently, so I have to take care of them like a sister. I may be able to cause trouble normally, but now I can't. But I still believe you understand what I mean, don't you?"

She withdrew her hand, "I don't care much about many things. My great-grandfather can be anyone. No one can decide what kind of person I am, because I am Miss Black, my father's oldest, most beloved and proudest daughter, No one can change that no matter what.”

"And to be precise, I do handle interpersonal relationships better than my sister. To tell you the truth, rather than talking about interpersonal communication, I think it is easier and easier for me to manipulate a person." She smiled. "I do, to that degree, a sort of Miss Voldemort, as they privately call me."

Harry felt a female version of Voldemort introducing herself before him.

But Draco's face was getting paler.

Her eyes looked at him for a moment, "There are many places in the house that need to be repaired, but you still try your best to maintain it as it is."

"I think you really loved her. I would love to thank you for loving her so many years after someone died."

But then her rosy lips uttered the most cruel words, "But you know you're still married to someone else."

"Your wife is a very nice person, I think she knows why I went, but she still speaks nicely to me," she said, "Mr. Malfoy, she is dead, and your wife...with all due respect , she is also dying."

She looked at him, "I don't think it's very interesting to stick to the dead. Although our feelings can't be buried with them, we can't pretend that nothing happened after being buried in the soil. But, in your house, you will soon be buried." Another sad thing is coming." She looked at him, "If you don't forget the past, the pain will only follow."

After the girl went out, Draco sat on the sofa, Harry didn't know what he wanted to do, but Harry filled Draco's glass again, "Drink it." He advised Draco, "Drink it and drink it." It will be better."

Draco nodded slightly.

Harry was a little worried about him.