HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Rebecca stared at the stone wall in front of her for a while, then took out a small silver knife from her pocket, and cut a cut on her wrist with it without hesitation.

After a while, the blood accumulated to a sufficient amount, and the stone wall split in two. She wiped her wand on her wrist, and the wound healed.

She sighed deeply and pressed her wrist to her chest.

She is not afraid to cut her own wrist, but she is afraid of pain.

The heels of her high-heeled shoes knocked on the ground unhurriedly. She unbuttoned her dark red robe one by one and put it on her hands. It was very cool in the cave, but her robe was too long. The noise it makes when walking around is terribly loud.

There was a silver light on the ground guiding her, she just had to follow it.

At the beginning, she was very irritable. Although she also solved some interesting puzzles at the same time, she was very irritable when she thought that her father was still lying in the hospital bed and she had to solve all this.

But now, she has forcibly suppressed that restlessness.

That man will pay the price, though not now.

The ground began to get wet, and after a while, she suddenly stepped into a pool of cold water.

The wet feeling in her shoes made her very unhappy.

She took a deep breath and told herself to calm down and not lose her temper.

That person will always fall into her hands, she has a way to deal with him, she is not in a hurry.

She wanted to float on the water. Although it took a little effort, it was better than walking in the water.

But she found that in this cave, the use of levitation magic is limited.She tried a few more times and found that all offensive magic could not be used.

Apparating... also can't.

Great, Rebecca, great.You're not even a witch now.

She frowned, walked forward step by step, and finally saw a boat.

She got into the boat, and the boat moved forward automatically along the iron locks. She leaned on the side of the boat and looked down, the lake was pitch black.

She stretched out a hand to explore the water, but touched something like a spider web, and she withdrew her hand.

She has fine hair that everyone praises, and she knows how it feels in the water.

But she didn't want to use fluorescent lights, she was sure that would make her look as indistinguishable as a live target.

And that's so stupid, even if it was really hair, even if it was still growing on the head of a living person, she would touch it anyway.

She's a target now, but she doesn't need to be more obvious.

She sat there, silent, just put on her robe, and buttoned up the black gemstone buttons one by one.

All was quiet, very quiet, the sound of boats gliding across the water, the hissos of chains clashing against each other, and her own breathing were all the natural sounds she could hear.

The boat finally docked, and there was a sudden breathing sound in the air. It was very light, but not non-existent.

The man said, "I don't know if I have this honor?"

A hand appeared out of the darkness, pale fingers that seemed to glow.

She didn't put her hand on it.

"Who are you?" She felt a little dizzy after stepping on the ground, the previous door cost her too much blood.

"Don't you know?" The man laughed in the dark, he clapped his hands, suddenly there were many fireballs in the air, and those fireballs made the place bright and warm, "Come here, come to me, Rebecca. You're cold, aren't you?"

Rebecca wrapped the clothes around her a little tighter, she didn't say a word, just looked at him.

"Odell," she said, "that's what they say you're called, but I promise it's not your real name, don't you?"

The boy looked at her with a questionable smile.

"Rebecca, you're so smart," he exclaimed softly, "Are you satisfied with this game?" He looked at her eagerly, "I prepared all of this specially for you."

"Not good," she frowned. "Where are those three troublemakers?"

He has her.

He looked at her, fascinated as hell.

How could she be so beautiful, so indifferent, so heart-pounding?

He said, "Rebecca, you didn't come for them, you came for yourself."

He said, "Rebecca, I prepared this game specially for you."

"Well, you captured my brother, my father's friend's son, and a distant cousin of mine," Rebecca said, "just to play a game with me that you're sure to lose?"

"That's what you really are," he laughed. "Sharp, sharp, why do you always pretend to be cute in front of your dad? You and I both know you're not like that, you're not such a stupid sweetheart of America. Come, Rebecca, come, come to me, when you're with me you'll never have to pretend again."

"I want to make him happy and I know how to make him happy," she raised her eyebrows. "Besides, you lose. I'm not interested in losers." She looked at him. "I told you I don't like it." Always wins, doesn't it?"

"I didn't lose," he said, "I made the game easier for you."

"You lost to me the first time you played chess with me, and you never beat me." Rebecca said, "Don't tell me you let me go from that time on, I don't believe it. "

"No," he chuckled softly, "I lost that time, Rebecca, you were the first to beat me." He looked at her, "You were the first woman to beat me, Rebecca Ka, you beat me..."

"I don't think I'm willing to accept your spoils," Rebecca said. "I just won a game of chess. Don't tell me that you lost your heart to me because of that game. I don't want it."

Then she said, "You have to show me the three of them. You know I came alone at your request, but you have to tell me it was worth it."

"Rebecca," he laughed, "you're so naughty, you know you'll come here even if I don't show you, you have no choice."

but.

"But, Rebecca," he said, "I'll let you go this time," he clapped his hands, and three tight-knit boys appeared with something stuffed in their mouths, "Ray Becca, do you want to inspect the goods?"

"You'll have to at least get the stuff out of my brother's mouth, or who knows if they're what I want or if they're just three of you with the Imperius Curse and a drink like you did at Hogwarts." The idiot who took Polyjuice Potion?" She was a little dizzy, which made her a little grumpy.

"You're suspicious," he laughed, "but I like it."

He finally spit out the stuff in Elliott's mouth, and he took a few deep breaths, "Rebecca, you're not really stupid enough to come here alone, are you?"

"Idiots who are so stupid that they were kidnapped and used as hostages so that their own sister had to run around alone and finally delivered to a perverted place are not qualified to say me." Rebecca said, "Are you okay? ? Did he do something to you?"

"You like your brother very much," said the man softly. "Would you like your son?"

Elliot made a grimace, "Yeah, she likes me very much, she wants to call me puppy, if you have children, I think this name can be included in the range of options."

"puppy," the black-haired, dark-eyed boy laughed, "Rebecca, do you like dogs very much?" He looked at Rebecca, "Maybe we can have two in the future, do you like big dogs or small dogs? "

"Big ones, the bigger the better," she said. "Dogs are different from cats. Big dogs are cuter. But I don't want to keep them with you."

She turned her head to look at the man, "Okay, let's talk about the conditions, how do you want to return these three little bastards to me?"

"Don't be in such a hurry," he said, "Rebecca, come here and let me hug you."

"You have a good idea." She said simply and appallingly.

"Do you think I'm not good-looking?" He looked at her, "Just wait, I drank the compound soup, and when the medicine wears off..." He smiled strangely, "I'm very good-looking, You must think I'm pretty."

"I don't think you can think I think you're pretty until I've said you're pretty," Rebecca said.

"I'm not such an idiot like them," Odell tilted his head, "Rebecca, I'm smarter than them, and I understand you better than them." He stared at her with blatant greed, but he faced It's Rebecca.

Her younger siblings privately call her Queen of England.

So she didn't show any fear, and instead said, "If you really understand me, you should know how much I hate you." She said, "I don't like people trying to control me, and you have no ability to control me."

She frowned, "I hate people who are overwhelmed."

"You belong to me," he hissed, "Rebecca, you belong to me."

"If someone told me that he wanted me and I would go with him, you can't see me now," she said impatiently, "I've been wandering around the world for a long time."

"Rebecca," he called her again, almost wild with joy, "you understand what I'm saying, don't you?"

"I think it's ugly," she insisted on speaking English, "stop speaking in such an ugly voice."

"Rebecca," he looked at her, "I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you..."

She covered her temples, "I warn you, give them back to me."

He hissed, "Are you going to say you're coming with me?" He said, "Have you found out that I'm a better fit for you than anyone else?"

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Rebecca's tone was so flat that she turned a question into an affirmative sentence.

She said, "I know something is wrong with you, but I'm too lazy to bother you. If you return the three of them, I won't bother you."

She supported her head, "I promised my dad that at least he wouldn't cause trouble in England..."

"Your father," he frowned, "Rebecca, you always talk about my father, my father, why do you like your father so much?"

"You still talk about my father," she countered. "I have a little Electra complex, and I think everyone knows that."

He wanted to continue to say something, but suddenly stopped, his hair became darker, and he became taller, and he smiled with joy.

He did become very handsome, but when he smiled, he didn't look as good-looking as before for some reason.

He said, "Look at me, Rebecca," he said, "I said you'd like me."

He said, "You said you wanted a man like your dad, and I look a lot like him, didn't you?"

"Don't you like me?" he asked her. He was tall and handsome with black hair and dark eyes, and he really looked exactly like Regulus.Their blood composition is very similar.

He said, "You said that if you can find someone who can match your dad's looks and IQ, you'll follow him wherever he goes..."

"You know when I said no to Sirius," Rebecca said calmly, "I said I wouldn't go out with a boy named after my grandfather." She looked at him, "and although I admit that I have A bit of Electra, but you do look like my dad to the point where I have a physical dislike, and you better tell me you're not my brother."

But then she shook her head, "But you are definitely not my brother. My dad has always said that I am his oldest and most beloved child. He never lied to me." She looked at him fixedly, "So what are you? who?"

"The relationship between me and your dad?" He paused for a moment. "I think he should call me uncle."

"Wow," Rebecca said flatly, "you look so young, you look much younger than my Uncle Malfoy."

"Well, Malfoy?" He looked at her with interest. "He's my cousin, and his mother is my mother's sister."

"Okay," Rebecca agreed, "Scorpius, call him uncle, and ask your uncle to let you go."

Scorpius was bound behind him by the Binding Charm, shivering from the hypothermia and fear.

He didn't think he'd have an uncle he didn't know.The son of his grandma's sister is supposed to be his father's cousin, but at the same time he also said that he is the uncle of Rebecca's father, another cousin of his father...

And he was loudly telling everyone present that he liked Rebecca.

The scene is pretty weird anyway.