HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

After Harry was confined for three days, Professor McGonagall finally released him. As he expected, it was late at night when he went in, and it was still late at night when he came out.

Less than an hour to break.

As soon as he entered the Gryffindor lounge, everyone warmly welcomed him. After some welcome, he got the news that the two Malfoys were still recuperating in the medical room, and Ginny looked at him with red eyes in the crowd. , then ran away.

The trio ended up sitting together, and Hermione brought out some snacks, and each sat with a cup of tea in their hands, and Ron said, "Although everyone is glad you hurt Draco Malfoy - everyone wants to give him away." Go to the infirmary, but you know, there are rumors that you are jealous of that Malfoy girl..."

Harry shook his head, "No."

"I said the same thing, I said if it was jealousy, why did you hurt that girl?" Ron said, but Harry still shook his head, "I didn't hurt her, I hurt Draco, but I just With a Half-Blood Prince spell..."

He trembled, "She said it was a black magic, she said she didn't know what to do, she couldn't stop his blood..."

"Harry," Hermione called him.

But he continued in a daze, "She said she couldn't help it, so she took half of it..."

"Is it the spell in that book?"

"Yeah, I didn't think it was a black magic..."

Hermione said, "Harry, you should throw that book away."

"No," Harry ruffled his hair, thinking he should take a good shower, "That's Snape's textbook."

He shook his head, feeling dizzy. After staying in such a small and dirty place for three days, he felt that his mental state was not quite right.

"What?" Hermione and Ron said in unison, Harry shook his head, "I'm going to take a shower, and I'll tell you when I'm done."

"Harry," said Hermione, "did it ever occur to you that it was a trap, that he deliberately..."

"No, he asked me for textbooks. He said I stole his textbooks and asked me to return them to him."

"How did you answer?"

"I said I wouldn't give it back to him," said Harry, jumping up the steps of the boys' dormitory.

When he came back from the shower, he felt that the filth of the past few days had disappeared, and Ron had already sat in front of the chair with Hermione and started to look through the textbook.

"Ron!" Harry cried, "what are you doing?"

"Harry, we've got to look at this book," said Hermione. "It really doesn't occur to you that there might be something else in this book?"

Harry was speechless.

"To the enemy." She pointed at the Half-Blood Prince's scrawled handwriting. "Harry, he even wrote that!"

"I don't know!" said Harry. "How would I know? No other spell works like this. Only this one, only this one..."

"Don't blame him!" said Ron to Hermione. "He didn't mean to! It was Snape's spell."

"I said from the beginning that he shouldn't be using the book," said Hermione, "and now that we all know it belongs to Snape, he shouldn't be using it!"

Harry felt he needed some air.

"I'll go for a walk for a while." For some reason, he took the invisibility cloak by hand, and now it's more convenient.

"Harry," Hermione called him.

"Let him go for a walk, Hermione," said Ron, "three days in solitary confinement and he needs to move around."

"We should go back to bed too," said Ron. "Hermione."

Harry walked out of Gryffindor's tower, across the halls, not knowing where he was going.

When he came back to his senses, he was almost at the infirmary.

He saw a person.

Regulus Black.

He hasn't spoken to this boy for a long time, the first college is different, the second year is different, the chances of them meeting are really rare.

His heart was close to both the boy and his sister.

They are the children of Sirius.

Although, Harry was a little scared to see him now.

After all, it looked like he had just come out of the infirmary, so he must have gone to see his sister.

And he was the one who got his sister into the infirmary.

But it was too late to dodge, the other party had already seen him.

"Harry." Regulus took the initiative to speak.Harry had to walk over, "Regulus, I'm sorry..." He felt he had never been so clumsy with his tongue.

"Harry, it's okay." The boy said, patting Harry on the shoulder comfortingly. He has the same black hair as his father, Sirius, Harry, and James, and the same green eyes as Harry , Harry always felt that he was like his brother.

"Actually, you saved him." Regulus said, asking him, "Are you going to see them?"

"No, no," Harry was a little confused, "I didn't come to see them, I just went for a walk, wait, why do you say I saved him?"

Regulus laughed, "Harry," he glanced at the door of the infirmary behind him, "Harry, stay away from my sister."

"Why?" Harry didn't understand. "Don't you like us talking to your sister?"

Judging from Ron's performance, Harry felt that he could still understand Regulus' thoughts. When Ginny kissed the boy named Dean, Ron was very angry.

"No, Harry," Regulus said, walking beside him, "my sister..."

He shook his head suddenly, "Do you want to take a walk?"

So they walked on until they came to the Forbidden Forest.

"Do you remember my father?" Regulus asked him.

"He's the bravest man," said Harry, "and I love him."

"If he didn't love my mother, if my sister and I hadn't been born, he would probably have lived forever." Regulus said, with a faint smile on his lips.

"why?"

"Don't worry, Harry, I'll tell you." The boy turned his head and looked at the lake. "Our mother's side of the blood is very mixed. I know some people speculate that there are mermaids, elves, and even veela in us. But it's a pity , Harry, we have no Veela blood."

Harry felt astonished that his mouth was about to close. That is to say, except for the veela, everything else was true?

"But you can probably tell that although my sister doesn't have Veela blood, there are still many people who express their affection for her," Regulus suddenly chuckled, "Or, not many people, almost Everyone, including you, Harry, you kind of like her too."

"..." Harry felt his face had never been so hot.

"But you know, only Veela can be easily liked by everyone, but our family has no Veela blood."

Yes, not to mention that Veela blood would only be reflected in female offspring, but even Hermione, who Harry thought least cared about whether the boy was good-looking, would blush briefly when she saw Regulus.

"That's the magic of our ancestors, Harry," he gestured to Harry to sit on the grass. "At the beginning of our family, because of the blood of mermaids and elves, I believe you can imagine that the ancestors of our family at that time , Really, it can’t be called good-looking.”

Harry looked at the lake and remembered the mermaid he saw coming during the Triwizard Tournament.

And the boy in front of him was very handsome. This handsomeness made him quite popular in Hogwarts, not only Ravenclaw, but even girls from the other three houses. According to Harry, You know, many people have written love letters to him.

He was not like his father - except for that black hair.

Even if he was handed over to Snape, he probably wouldn't be half as unlucky as Harry.

After all, no one can see his father from him.

His face is deep and handsome, his skin is delicate and his teeth are neat, he is really not like the mermaid in memory, and he is well-proportioned, although he is too thin, but he can already see the tall figure like his father, and Dobby. There is a huge gap between elves.

"But one of our female ancestors, she fell in love with a wizard, and although she was a very gifted witch, you know, she had mermaid and elf blood in her, and she was really ugly, so she Putting a spell on herself, she wishes she could be loved."

"She made a deal with the devil to make herself beautiful, and the price was that she would have a devil's child from then on."

"What is a Devil Child?" Harry asked him.

"The devil gave her his soul," Regulus said. "Whenever she bears a child, that child will carry the devil's soul. We are but a pot for his soul."

"But you're twins," said Harry. "Is that a legend?"

"No." Regulus said, "the demon's soul will only appear in one of us, and the rest will die, because his existence is worthless. So I am destined to be my sister's nourishment , I will die, and so will the father of her child, and his soul will become nourishment for the devil, and lose his life because of her." He lay down on the grass, his green eyes sparkling, "Harry, stay away from her a little."

"Why has no one ever said that before..." Harry regretted it after saying it, Snape had only warned him.

"Harry, my father loves you very much. He loves you so much, I understand that he would not want you to die because of my sister," he still looked at Harry, "and this is our family secret, we must promise that we will not Tell this matter. If we tell this matter, we must use our own lives as the price for telling such an unspeakable secret."

"Then why are you telling me..."

"Because I didn't say everything, and," Regulus looked at him tenderly, "I'm dying, Harry."

"You always said you were going to die," Harry asked him back. "How did you know you were going to die?"

Regulus loosened his tightly buttoned collar and cuffs, and Harry was surprised to find that the skin covered by the clothes turned out to be densely patterned like vines.

"When they grow all over my fingertips and grow into my eyes, they will use my dead body as nutrients to bloom a flower, and then the demon's soul will be stored in the bud, and the people in our family I have always believed that if we are lucky, we can crush the flower at its weakest point before it blooms, and then the demon's soul will disappear, and the curse he gave to our family will also disappear. But No one has ever done it before."

It all just stays where the buttons can hide it.

"They haven't grown in a long time," Regulus said, "but if you know how they grow from my shoulders to my elbows in one day, you will know how incredible they are." Elusive and weird."

"What if you break it too late?"

"As long as it's too late," Regulus looked at his fingertips, "then it will get into my sister's body, and she will continue the curse."

"So you get it, Harry," Regulus said, "my sister is so beautiful and so fascinating only because the devil needs her body to find himself the next jar to hold his soul." , a newer, stronger, more beautiful jar."

"But what does that have to do with Sirius' death?" Harry asked him. "I still don't think your presence will bring him..."

"Hush, Harry," Regulus said softly, "that's another curse on our family, and I can't tell you."

"That secret," the boy looked at him, "I can't tell you that secret no matter what."

"Reculus," said Harry, "I still don't understand..."

"Harry, don't think so much," Regulus said, standing up, "It's late, we should all go back, if we don't go back, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw will both lose points .”

"Vera's spell, the one Vera cast on Draco," Harry suddenly remembered, "do you know what that is?"

"Harry," Regulus said at last, "she saved him, and the boy won't die."

I almost killed Draco.

thought Harry.

However, they all said that he would not die.

Harry didn't think he understood.