HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

When Hermione arrived at Christie Malfoy's office, the latter was burning the letters one by one with a dark green flame, she knocked on the door, "Professor Malfoy?"

She'd said that so many times that calling Malfoy the last name Professor no longer bothered her.

"Come in, kid." Christie replied, the movement of her hands still didn't stop. After Hermione came in, she still had three letters to burn.

Hermione saw that the letters had not been opened, and asked curiously, "Professor, why did you burn these letters?"

She didn't look up, but said, "Some things are troublesome if you know them."

The next three letters, one quickly rolled up when it came into contact with the flame, and finally turned into a thin roll of ash, and one obviously cast some kind of spell, which remained unshakable in the flames.

She put the letter over the fireplace, where there had evidently been a good number of such letters.

The last letter was pure black. As soon as it touched the flame, a voice came from inside, "Christie..."

Christie sighed for a long time, "Maybe it's better for me to keep them."

She took the letter out of the flame, and Hermione realized it was Lucius Malfoy's voice.But soon Christie cast some kind of spell on it, which silenced it.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters, Hermione?" She put the letter in the middle drawer of her desk, and Hermione restrained herself from looking into the drawer.

"No." Hermione shook her head, "But I heard that the professor was very close to my brother back then."

"Hermione." Christie didn't answer her, just smiled and invited her to sit down at the table, "Come on, kid, what kind of tea do you want?"

"Professor," said Hermione again, "I think you should discipline your children."

"You mean Vera?" Christie said while manipulating the teapot and began pouring tea leisurely. Seeing that she was indifferent, Hermione called her again anxiously, "Professor, the Malfoy family has always been Death Eaters, you leave Isn't it because my family doesn't want me to be a Death Eater?"

"Yes, kid." Christie picked up her cup of tea and took a sip, "But if I'm right to say I don't want to be a Death Eater, then it's wrong to want to be a Death Eater? "

"Isn't it? They support pure blood and want to kill all Muggles and wizards of impure blood..."

"Listen to me, child." The woman in front of her looked very young, and Hermione sometimes even thought she was just the older sister of a student. "Bloodline does have a lot to do with the ability of wizards. The premise is that both parents are wizards." Now, the possibility of their descendants being wizards is far greater than the possibility of two ordinary people giving birth to a wizard." She glanced at her reassuringly, "And it is true that the children born together by two very powerful wizards will inherit The possibility of both abilities will increase, so, this is the importance of pure blood."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears.

"But I don't think half-blood wizards and wizards whose parents are ordinary people who don't know magic will have poor abilities. Hermione, you are a very good witch, I can swear that even if Harry's mother is here, I will I dare not say which one of you is more powerful, you are all the same, very good young witches."

"Although not as good as you." Hermione murmured.

"No, child." The woman in front of her smiled a little, "Son, I am not completely human. My ability is stronger than yours, which is natural. Among all things, the most unsuitable for using magic is actually human beings."

"I can't explain my lineage to you, because it's a very complicated thing, and in a sense, it's a family secret that we've sworn to keep silent since we were born— until we die."

"But I need to tell you one thing. Among the people who support that person, some people simply support the theory of blood, while some people support his brutal methods. Some people think that the cruel methods are to ensure the realization of their ideals. foundation, and some people just want that result, you understand, kid?"

Hermione shook her head.

Christie let out a long sigh, "You have always believed that house elves should have their own rights, child, I believe in you, and I support you, because I think what you are doing is right, and you also think what you are doing is right. Everything is justice. Just like my daughter, she thinks what she does is the best choice, and I also have no right to change her. She has her own opinions, do you understand? That child is like Her own father, if I keep forcing her, forcing her to walk on the path I think is right, it will often only push her further towards her own choice."

"But if she continues like this, she will follow Voldemort one day..."

"No." Christie said, passing Hermione's tea.

"Why? Why do you think so, professor?"

"They're not after the same thing."

Christie said firmly.

"But she's a Slytherin," said Hermione. "No offense, but, Professor, she's a Slytherin."

"Because you think she will do whatever she can to achieve her goals and desires. Child." Christie laughed, "But her goal is not to pursue pure blood. Bloodlines are ridiculous things in her eyes. Child, if you can, go with her Get in touch, talk to her, and trust me, she'll be a great friend to you. You're so smart and you work so hard, she'll love you."

Christie stood up, "You're very smart, Hermione, I think Professor Slughorn should invite you to join her in her evening party, child, believe me, have a few words with my daughter, you'll like it fuck her."

Hermione just nodded.

When she went out, Christie was picking up the pile of unburnable letters on the fireplace, frowning and thinking about how to deal with these letters that not only cast fire resistance magic, but also made them immune to magical flames.

She put the letter in the drawer.

Hermione thought.