HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Professor Slughorn," said the girl, who remained in the Potions classroom after class was over. She happened to be in fifth year, and she was a student of Slughorn's, not Snape's. Everyone left, only her. Keeping it, she asked him, "Professor, is there anything that can cheer a man up?"

"Why do you ask such a question?" Slughorn asked her with some joy as he twisted his somewhat bulky body.

"There is such a person, I feel uncomfortable when he is sad." She said, "I always hope that he can be happy, professor, is there any medicine that can make him happy?"

The other party smiled happily, "Miss, this is the love of young people." He looked at the other party's face, "You really look very much like your grandmother, and you are also beautiful and smart, and your Brother..." he said, and realized that he had said the wrong thing, "but did you know that your father asked me the same question when you were your age."

She smiled and approached him, "Is it for my mother?"

"Yes, he likes her very much, everyone can see it, but your grandmother just passed away at that time, and your mother didn't like to talk or laugh when she was young..." He sighed a long time, and in the I rummaged behind my desk for a while, and gave her a small bottle of something, "A euphoria potion made by Harry Potter, he is a talented young man - he actually thought of adding a peppermint to it, but, Miss, just like what I told your father at the time, potions may bring people short-term joy, but it still takes hard work to really make someone laugh."

After he spoke, his tone became serious.But looking into her eyes again, he smiled and said, "Tell me, who is that lucky kid?"

She covered her face with the Potions textbook calmly, "Professor!"

This scream was as if she was extremely shy and didn't want to say anything.

Slughorn laughed happily, "Okay, little girl, take this back home, one or two drops at a time, don't drink too much for him, be careful he sings to let me know."

She took the small bottle and said with a sweet smile, "Professor, it's very kind of you."

She looked exactly the same as her grandmother when she was her age, and Slughorn couldn't help feeling softer, "I can't think of any reason why he wouldn't be happy to be liked by a girl like you."

The girl turned her head to look at him, her green eyes sparkling.

It seems to agree, but also seems to have no deep meaning.

But looking happy.

She was so happy that even Slughorn couldn't help smiling.

He has always liked this kind of handsome and talented student.

When Harry saw Draco on the Quidditch practice ground that afternoon, something seemed wrong.

The other party was smiling brightly all the time, nodded after seeing him, and even called him happily, "Harry Potter!"

Even in normal times, all this is weird enough, not to mention that he just cut open the opponent's skin with Shenfeng Wuying, and sent him to the infirmary to lie on the hospital bed for a week and confine him for three days.

This smile was scarier than Draco rushing straight up to him without a trace.

He couldn't help wondering if the other party had some bad idea.

Before, Draco always sneaked into the Room of Requirement to stay. He had seen the Marauder's Map and understood it very well, but since the last time he gave the Marauder's Map to Vera out of a little behavior beyond reason, , he no longer knows the whereabouts of his deadly enemy.

Vera sat in the auditorium on the Slytherin side, looked at Harry following Draco's call and direction, and nodded to Harry.

Then she stood up and walked from the Slytherin side to the Gryffindor.

She was the focus of the eyes of all the boys, and Harry was the focus of all the girls. For a moment, the two focuses overlapped, and almost everyone focused their eyes on the two of them.

For some unknown reason, Harry rode his broom in the air and waited for her to come.

The way she came here was not long, but the time it took seemed very long.

But as she walked step by step, you could feel your heart beating faster and faster.

She stood on the stand, supported the handrail with both hands, and leaned out a little towards him.He said, "Are you here for training too?" The smile was very bright.

She was very different today from that night, and it seemed that it wasn't her who cried so hard in front of Harry that day.

"Yes," Harry nodded, "is your wound healed?"

She curled her lips, "It hurt a little at first, but now there is no scar..."

"I'm sorry," Harry said sincerely, "it's all my fault."

"It's all right, Harry," she said, as if oblivious to the eyes and whispers of the girls in the Gryffindor stands with fire-eyed girls, "magic is a wonderful thing, I thought I'll have at least one scar, but there's nothing, it's like a dream," she said, handing Harry a thin copy, "I think I'd better give this back to you good……"

It's the Marauder's Map.

"But this is something left by our father," Harry said, "You have been to..." He was speechless for a while, remembering that Sirius left No. 12 Grimmauld Place to himself, he hesitated, no I knew whether I should say it or not, but my lips moved quickly, "Do you want to go to your father's house and have a look, maybe you would like something to commemorate?"

"Wait until the Christmas break," the girl said, "Are you free then?"

She is dating him.

The Gryffindor players were all looking at Harry, forcing him to look nonchalant and say, "Let me check the time and let you know."

She laughed again, and Harry could clearly feel that everyone in the stadium was looking at the two of them. He subconsciously glanced at Draco, only to find that Draco was riding excitedly on his broom Get ready to sing a song.

As if he didn't see it all.

"Put it away, Harry," the girl said, withdrawing her hand from the railing, her blond hair blowing in the wind. "Maybe I'll want to ask you to borrow it again."

Slytherin's green collar complemented her blond hair so well.

Everyone was watching her back as she left, and Harry could hear the boos of the girls in the stands.

Ron looked at her back, and finally said after a while, "Harry, I understand why you fought with Draco."

Harry's face flushed with embarrassment, the Gryffindor boys laughed, and he tucked the map into his robes and demanded today's training.

But everyone's eyes are always looking at the stand on the Slytherin side intentionally or unintentionally. Vera is reading a heavy book, but her speed of turning the book is erratic, and sometimes she just flips the book. , and sometimes it takes a long time to study, there are a few Slytherin students next to her who seem to want to talk to her, but she has not been distracted to look at them.

What's more, she was sitting on the left and the right of Malfoy's two tall attendants like two walls, and Harry even thought that the two of them made her look even better.

It wasn't until Draco Malfoy almost fell off the broom because of inexplicable excitement that she used the Levitation Charm to support him and closed the book amidst the exclamations of everyone.

She stood up and Draco stopped in front of her on his broom.

She seemed to say something to him, and then the other party suddenly laughed uncontrollably, and then did two somersaults in a row while riding a broom.

He was a little too excited today.

But to be honest, Harry couldn't guarantee that the boys on his Gryffindor team would be more excited than Draco if Vera sat in the Gryffindor stands cheering them on.

Stimulants do not appear to be suitable for use in sports.

Thinking about it, Willa put away the book in her hand, sat there and looked at Draco, the boy behind him finally had a chance to talk to her, "He's doing very well today." The boy thought for a long time, and finally he was dry said.

She turned her face away until the other party was a boy in the same grade as her, whom she often met in class.Looking at the young but ugly face of the other party, he said politely but coldly, "Really?"

"No..." The boy blushed in embarrassment, "I..."

She laughed suddenly, "I've never watched a Quidditch match, tell me, how do they score?"

When she asked, the other party seemed to have opened up a conversation box, and the boy blushed for a while, and spoke smoothly.After a while, Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting on both sides of her, coughed again, "Do you think you are the only one who knows Quidditch?"

The boy immediately shut his mouth.

She sighed a long time, "Tell Draco, I have some things to finish, I'll go back first."

Both Crabbe and Goyle were Death Eaters and knew that although she had always played with Draco, who was still her very close cousin, she was now very much in favor of the Dark Lord.

No matter how stupid they were, they could only coax her as carefully as Draco. Although Draco might get mad at them if he knew she was talking to someone else, it was better than making her angry.

When she was in the Malfoy mansion, she often experimented with Peter Pettigrew, who had lost a hand for the rebirth of the Dark Lord, and she was really vicious.

Although everyone knows that if it weren't for Peter Pettigrew, her father wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, and probably wouldn't have died.But poor Peter Pettigrew, who thought he would get special treatment for giving his master a hand, was clearly in vain.

The Dark Lord is simply pampering her, not to mention Peter Pettigrew, who can be kneaded by anyone, even Draco's crazy aunt, Bellatris, also drank her potion, although Bellatris was Thinking it was the potion that the Dark Lord had brewed himself - she drank it with joy and a smile.Until the girl behind asked her with a smile, "What do you think?" And then Bellatris suddenly aged 30 years.

Then she said that she didn't know what she had done, and Snape also said seriously that he needed some time to study her potion, so it took almost two weeks for Bellatris to return to normal.

She stood up and nodded slightly to the boy sitting behind her. The boy looked at her flattered, and then she left. After a while, Crabbe and Goyle dared to look back at the boy, "You Do you really think you can talk to her by yourself?"

The boy immediately picked up his bag and ran away.

The two looked at each other, and then, desperately, Draco looked into the empty space between them.

But the other party was still very happy for no reason.

The two of them looked at a water glass that Vera had left in place - the girl brought a cup of hot chocolate before the game, and then poured two drops of unknown potion into it and handed it to Draco, telling him "Drink it."

And he drank it obediently.

He drank every drop, then looked at her without blinking, as if waiting for her praise.

And she just smiled at him, and he became excited.

And now, it was really the best time the two of them could remember Draco ever getting along.

The two of them really hoped that the girl would let him drink more of this special hot chocolate.