HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The wound on Draco's abdomen recovered to its original appearance in less than a week after receiving timely assistance.

On his first day in solitary confinement, Vera knocked on Snape's door.

Snape looked at her suspiciously. She was still a child, just up to the tip of his nose, and she was thin and thin like a girl her age.

"What's the matter with you?" He put her into his office and let the girl look at him. For some reason, he always felt uncomfortable with this girl, and this discomfort was different from the father who faced her. no the same.

"He should have asked you," the girl turned to look at him, "he wants to see me, doesn't he?"

"Miss," he suppressed his voice, "Miss, although you are very young, I think you know."

I'm here to protect you, Merlin, and I'm actually protecting that Sirius' daughter.

Snape cried out inwardly.

"You must take me to see him." She said firmly.

"A man, a man like him, he will not allow any resistance to him," said Snape calmly. "You know what he wants."

"Of course I know what he wants, sir." The girl sat on his sofa, and she seemed to have a maturity that didn't match her age at this time, "But you are a servant he thinks worthy of trust, I believe you are very Clearly, if you keep denying him what he wants..."

"I've already taught you Occlumency."

Snape whispered.

The last time the little girl came over, sat on his sofa and told him in a gentle but condescending tone that she hoped her consciousness would not be seen by others.

She said at the time, "I've been thinking about one thing, sir, your malice towards Harry Potter is too obvious and too flamboyant, but you never hurt him, if I were you, Harry I will definitely not be full of hatred for me like now, and I will probably become his favorite teacher, the kind of teacher he likes even more than Dumbledore. Then," the girl said in a light voice, "he It's mine."

"You said, what would happen if the Dark Lord saw my thoughts like this?"

At that time, he gritted his teeth and thought, and even deliberately went to see her thoughts first, but in the end he only saw the scene where her brother was lying on the hospital bed, and she was lying on the side crying.

So he finally gave up, and he taught her Occlumency.

Then after she had mastered this technique, she also asked him to take her to meet the Dark Lord just like today.

Snape recovered from his humiliating memory, "Miss, you are only 14 years old. You don't know what a dangerous thing you are doing."

She was literally seducing the guy.

"I know what I'm doing, believe me sir," she smiled, "I'm 14 years old, of course, I believe that the famous Voldemort is a gentle old man, he wants to tell me about sleep before I go to sleep." previous story."

If Snape couldn't hear the irony, he wouldn't be alive now.

Voldemort, well, she called him Voldemort.

It seems that the rumors are true, she does have a good relationship with Harry Potter.

"The Dark Lord always gets what he wants." Snape felt like a mother trying to persuade her teenage child, and he couldn't even lift a finger from her.

If Dumbledore hadn't believed her, Snape thought, if he hadn't believed her.

"Not necessarily," the girl said, drawing a circle with the wand in her hand, and suddenly a lot of fine golden light shone in the dark room, like a snow, "It seems that he has never been a member of Defense Against the Dark Arts. art teacher."

"That's why he put a curse on the position, no one has ever been able to stay in this position for a year."

"I heard the professor that you have always wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Even with that so-called one-year curse. However," she responded, "Professor, if you can't teach the Dark Arts, whether you can teach Defense Against the Dark Arts or not Interesting one? Do you think Defense Against the Dark Arts is part of the Dark Arts?"

"Miss……"

She's changing the subject.

"Take me to him, Snape, I promise he's very angry now, if you don't take me to him, let me see if I can appease him, even if my mother tried her best to protect his nephew , but Lucius and his wife are still going to be in big trouble."

"what do you mean……"

"My mother's strong request for solitary confinement is to prevent you from having the opportunity to bring me and Draco to him. I guess she may be thinking of some way to lock me up longer. But Thankfully, I have been studying the school rules." Vera said, "but if you don't bring me to that person, her brother will have a miserable life."

The girl folded her hands on her knees, "I'm not like her or my father, I love my brother."

"Miss." Snape called her again.

"Okay, sir, for her brother, for Draco, for you, and for me, bring me to him and prove to him your loyalty."

She held out a hand to him, asking him to help her up. That hand was slender and beautiful, and there was a delicate silver bracelet on its wrist—a snake with its head and tail linked.

The snake's eyes are two green gemstones, and the angle of the green gemstones changes during her movements, making the snake look alive.

Snape hesitated for a while, but took her hand and pulled her up from the sofa. Her fingers were warm and dry, in stark contrast to his cold, greasy skin.

She is too young and too beautiful.

The other party seemed to think of what he was thinking, and she said, "Professor, my biggest shortcoming is conceit and pride."

He looked at her calmly.

"If one day I die," she smiled charmingly at him, "you must help me engrave this sentence on my tombstone."

He no longer persuaded her.

By the time they emerged from the Malfoy family fireplace, one after the other, Snape had returned to his flat face.He went out first and saw that Bellatrix was standing behind the Dark Lord as usual.

After the girl went out, the whole house became unusually quiet, and she bowed to the front, "Good evening, sir."

The Dark Lord's snake-like eyes were looking at her. Most people would feel extremely uncomfortable under the gaze of those eyes, but the girl still smiled, "I really want to ask you a question."

He stretched out his hand to her and motioned her to sit beside him. The crowd backed away and watched her walk over step by step with a pleasant smile on her face. Countless people looked at her with strange eyes, some with contempt , Some people are teasing, and of course there are people who want to spew flames out of their eyes.

"Sit here." He pointed to the position next to his knees, where a small footstool appeared at some point, "Tell me, miss, why did you get hurt?"

"That's the question I want to ask you, sir," she said, sitting down very close to him, with her wand in her hand, "I want to know, what is counter-curse?"

"Answer my question first." He emphasized.

"Harry Potter and Draco duel, I wanted to heal the wound Harry Potter inflicted on Draco, but obviously, it was a dark magic, and I didn't know how to deal with the situation, so I took Halfway through."

"How did you get half of it?" he asked.

"An ancient spell in our family," she said, "can take half of other people's wounds, but a person can only use it once in a lifetime, and mine has been used up."

"Why did you save him?" His eyes blinked dangerously, "Do you like him?"

"Like?" She laughed as if she had heard some joke, "Sir, like? Love? What are those? It's just something like an illusion pursued by weak and incompetent people, Muggles If you say that you can feel the feeling of loving someone by eating chocolate, then I would say that boy is not as good as two pieces of chocolate."

"Really?" He asked back, "Then even if I want to kill him?"

"Of course," she laughed again, "if he offends you in any way, I'll gladly kill him for you."

"Then why did you save him?"

"I'm all for you, sir," she said meekly, "I think if Harry Potter killed someone at school, then he would need to go to Azkaban, but he is not the legendary savior My lord? In order for this legend not to be broken, the magic world will definitely do everything possible to suppress this matter, then the death of that boy, Draco Malfoy, will become a secret that no one will know."

Her eyes scanned the crowd and saw that Narcissa Malfoy's face was as pale as a piece of paper.

"His father and mother are both your loyal servants. I really can't bear to see your most loyal servant lose his only child. Besides, in my opinion, that boy is very proud of his parentage. As long as you Give him a chance, and I believe he will make achievements in order to prove himself."

"He already is," said Voldemort. "Didn't you see the mark on his arm?"

"That really surprised me!" she said, "I thought you wouldn't recruit minor wizards under the age of 17, it seems that you trust him very much, which makes me feel that I saved him A right thing to do."

"Why do you think I trust him and his father?"

She looked around the hall, "You set up your headquarters in their home," she said, "If this doesn't represent your trust in their family, I really can't think of anything else." She He said sincerely.

"If you say so," said the Dark Lord, "let me put a mark on your left arm too, after all, as you say, you are a Malfoy too. And my trust in your family is So high."

The girl laughed, "Sir, I would like you to leave a mark on my arm so that I can proudly show it off to others in the future, but I still have to say, no."

"why?"

"I'm afraid I can't explain this to you," she thought. "You said that the mark will be on the arm, right? I think it should be a permanent magic, and I'm afraid it will stay on until I die." On my arm?"

"Yes," the Dark Lord held out his withered, thin fingers to her, "give me your arm."

"I don't know what's going on with our family," she said, and she untied her robe in front of everyone, took it off, and rolled up her sleeves up to her arms, "Sir, all the permanent Magic doesn't work on me."

The half below her elbow is as white as milk just poured out of a cup under the dim light, and with the elbow joint as the dividing line, the arm above that is densely covered with A strange dark blue vine appeared, like a tattoo.

"what is this?"

Trembling, the Dark Lord's fingers finally pressed on the smooth skin of the forearm. After all, he didn't touch that strange tattoo.

"I don't know, sir," she said, "I thought you knew, there was a seed on my shoulder, it fell asleep and grew, at first it was just a seed, but one day it suddenly grew , over my shoulders, over my back, and now at last it's up to my elbows, sir, it's alive."

He said, "Take off your shirt!"

"In front of so many people?" She asked in amazement, "No, sir, I can't." She glanced at everyone, "Sir..."

"When did it start!"

"I don't know. Before I realized it, it had grown over my shoulders and up my arms. The only thing I'm thankful for is that it didn't reach my collarbone, so I wouldn't have to hide it anymore." Can't hold it anymore."

"You ask me what is a counter-curse?" He looked at her. "Who did this to you? Who did it? Harry Potter?"

"No," she curled her lips, "how could he do this? I think he is beyond his ability to use a magic sword. In addition, I originally thought that this spell could be undone with a reverse spell." .”

"Snape," he called to Snape, "how did you look at her? That's how you looked at her?!"

"It's not about the professor. They haven't grown to the arms before, and I can't take off my clothes to show him." She said lightly, "Sir, these vines don't hurt me, but it seems that since Any permanent magic won't work on me with them."

"Have you tried?" He stared at her.

"You can try to give me a mark." She looked into his eyes and said fearlessly.

His wand rested on the girl's left arm, and following a flash of green light, the girl violently twitched her arm, covered her mouth with her right hand, and pushed the scream into her throat, her arm The vines on the body suddenly swayed on the skin, pushing the pattern made of green light out of itself.

Once it was off her skin, it quickly disintegrated into a green powder that burned itself before disappearing into the air.

The pattern on her arm fluttered uneasily, and finally a slender and curly branch protruded from her left elbow tentatively.

"Where were they in the first place? Where were they when you found them?" he asked her.

She gestured, "On my left shoulder, I don't quite understand it, I used some spells, but no matter what spells, even hurtful spells, it just makes me feel a little pain but no wounds, except It will grow."

"You stop," he took a deep breath, "you have to stop, it can't stand the stimulation of magic, the more you stimulate it, the faster it grows, from now on, don't let anyone's spell touch you, you What happens when your spell hits someone else?"

"That would be nothing."

"Very well," his withered fingers carefully brushed her arm, "then you're still a witch."

"Can it go away?" she asked him.

And he looked at the branch that had finally stopped, and said, "I need time."

The girl withdrew her arm, put down her sleeves, and put on her robe, "Sir, you are the most powerful wizard I have ever seen. I will believe whatever you say."

She stood up, "This journey has taken too long," she saluted everyone, "If you don't go back, Hogworth's magic will be noticed."

Her bright green eyes seemed to be smiling. "I'm sorry, sir, I have to go."

"Snape," said the skeletal Dark Lord, looking at him, "you know."

When they reappeared in Snape's office, Snape said, "Miss, do you know it was dangerous just now?"

She clutched her left arm. "I hurt, Snape. Did the one on your arm hurt in the first place?"

"Do you understand what you're doing?!" Snape asked her sharply.

"Do you believe the reason I just gave him about why I saved Draco?" The girl asked him back in a flat tone.

"I don't believe it!" said Snape. "No one in the hall would have believed that reason!"

"But he will believe it." The girl rubbed her arm, "Professor, do you have any painkillers?"

"Why are you so sure?" Snape suppressed his anger, found a box of foul-smelling ointment from the box and gave her, "Applying it to the painful place can temporarily numb your senses."

She unbuttoned her robe in front of him and rolled up her sleeves, "Professor," her eyes were fixed on her arm, "he just wants an explanation, so I'll give him an explanation."

"And what if he doesn't believe it?" Snape asked rhetorically. "It seems to me that he just doesn't believe it!"

"No, professor," she frowned, dabbing the ointment on her fingertips, "He wants to explain, so I'll give him an explanation, believe it or not, that's his business."

"He might kill you."

"No," the girl put the remaining ointment into the pocket of her robe, "he doesn't want to kill me, he just wants an explanation."

"Whatever explanation I give him, Professor, he'll believe it." She looked at him. "He wants me. So he'll convince himself that my explanation is true."

Snape had never wished that his nemesis, Sirius Black, was alive as much as at this moment. He hoped that Sirius would crawl out from behind the door of the Department of Mysteries, see how daring his daughter was, and then die of anger.

"Please tell Dumbledore that I am a good boy." She smiled and opened the door, "Professor, I will help you protect Draco, so help me take good care of my brother, okay?"

She turned her head sideways like a cat, with amazing charm and agility.

And Snape hated all animals, including people.

Snape scolded her, "Go back, go back to sleep!"

Where does this girl's character of calculating people all day and night come from?

Is it Lucius?