HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

They fixed the Vanishing Cabinet and sent the other one to Malfoy Manor, let's just say, what was going on there was out of their hands.

She had studied the Marauder's Map before returning it to Harry Potter. There was a very old tracking magic in the whole school, and the map was just a matter of mastering the technology of how to display it.

To be exact, that tracking magic can be shown directly to the principal.

Dumbledore would know anything going on at the school because he could see right away where everyone was.

She sometimes thinks the Marauders were a team of three smart guys—she'd seen Peter Pettigrew and thought he wasn't really smart.

However, if she is willing to make friends with such a person, she thinks that her biological father may not be very smart.

In this way, the four-person combination may not be smart.

She had seen the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black in Dumbledore's office, at that time she had just finished learning Occlumency with Snape, and Dumbledore said he wanted to meet her, she Sitting in his office, watching his great-great-great-grandfather hide himself in the edge of the picture frame and choke, "You are the daughter of Sirius! They say you have an older brother!"

"Yes, great-great-great-grandfather." She sank into the sofa, but still said to him very respectfully, guessing that he was very concerned about whether others behaved respectfully towards her.

Although Phineas disliked Sirius becoming a Gryffindor very much, he was very proud and satisfied that his daughter became a Slytherin, "You are a Slytherin!" he said loudly Wiping his nose, "You're a Slytherin!"

The only dissatisfied thing is, "Why didn't your mother use our family's surname for you..."

"My brother is a Black," she said. "Mum thought she wanted a child named Malfoy, so she gave me my last name."

Phineas peeked at her from the side of the picture frame, "You are beautiful and healthy!" He cried and laughed, "I will go back and tell them that although we lost Sirius, we still have you and your brother."

She just smiled.

"Dumbledore!" cried the portrait, "keep the girl here a while longer, I want to have a word with her."

After a while, he disappeared, probably going to the ancestral home of the Black family, and proudly announced that the blood of his family still exists in this world, and not one, but two.

A boy and a girl.

She is still very fascinated by this kind of moving portrait. It's not that she hasn't seen other moving portraits, but the person on this portrait is her ancestor, and his blood is flowing on her body.

"Are they alive in another sense?" she asked Dumbledore.

"I don't know, child." Dumbledore said from behind his thick beard, "Death and life are a very complicated thing."

She sat up straight.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Dumbledore asked her.

"Honey and lemons," she said. "Professor, do you have any cake?"

She is not afraid of dealing with people at all.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the teapot wobbled and flew in front of her. When pouring her tea, he made a gesture to pour the tea on her knees, but she only smiled politely.

When she was sitting on the sofa holding a teacup, Dumbledore finally said, "I heard you called Tom Riddle your teacher."

She paused for a moment. "You mean the Dark Lord?" She glanced at him. "Or should I call him Voldemort?"

"I prefer to call him by his real name."

"I've never heard his real name mentioned before you," but she nodded. "Yes, sir, he was my teacher, just like you."

"Why? Why do you want to follow him?"

"I like what he taught me," she said, sipping her tea happily, "as much as I like Potions and Transfiguration."

"I heard that you gave Mr. Binns a lot of advice in the history of magic," said Dumbledore. "So what do you think of your teacher's thinking?"

"I think his ideas are very interesting." The girl drank her tea and put the cup on the coffee table beside her, "I think the ideas of the entire wizarding world are very interesting. There is an elective course called Muggle Protection in senior grades, or What is it? But in the Middle Ages, it was Muggles who burned wizards." She curled her lips, "I don't understand who needs protection more, wizards or Muggles. If it is Muggles now, why was it Muggles back then? Are you persecuting wizards?"

"But I find it even more strange, because many wizards are not even as capable as the few house elves I've seen. Why do they think they can surpass the house elves?"

"His thinking is also very interesting to me. He is of mixed blood, but he wants to support pure-blood supremacy. But in this case, how can he explain his father's bloodline?"

"These are very interesting things," she concluded, adding honey to her teacup, "Professor, what do you think?"

Her eyes became sharp in an instant, "Do you think that Muggles are lower than us but they are still life and need to be protected? Or is it because it makes you feel happy to stand on the side of protecting them?"

"Why do you think that?" Dumbledore asked her back.

"Because he thinks Muggles are inferior to us, there's no need for them in this world, and," she added, "it's a pleasure for him to hurt them."

"What do you think, miss? What do you think?"

"Professor," she shook her head, "it's so troublesome. Muggles are just like us. Some Muggles are born with magic. We also have people who are just like Muggles. They are born to be squibs." She apologized, "I'm sorry Professor, I call them Squibs, but if we're going to call ordinary people who don't have magic Muggles, then I'm going to have to call our nonmagical people Squibs."

"We are the same as them, we are all alive, the only difference is whether we have mastered magic or not."

"I've always felt that wizards are really arrogant to the point of ignorance." The girl looked seriously into Dumbledore's eyes and said, "Whether it's a wizard who wants to protect Muggles or a wizard who wants to kill Muggles. Muggles The melons are living their own lives, and they don’t need the protection and harm of others.” Her great-great-great-grandfather ran back and called her name, and she said quickly, “Professor, I think all this is very ridiculous. "

Then she looked to her great-great-great-grandfather and asked him what was wrong.

His eye circles were still red, "I want to see your brother."

She drank the last bit of tea in her cup, looked at the pattern displayed in the teacup, couldn't help laughing, shook the cup twice and put it aside, "Just need Professor Dumbledore to call him over. "

She smiled and said, "Professor, you don't have to worry about me. I'm still looking for the direction of the future, but my direction is different from yours and his. Rather than messing around in humanoid creatures, I'd like to see the magic The section called Fantastic Creatures."

"Your brother." Seeing that he couldn't convince her, Dumbledore said, "And the curse on your family..."

"No, Professor." She looked at him. "Don't try to wring anything out of me about our family's curse."

The girl stood up and was about to go out, but before opening the door, she turned her head to look at Dumbledore, showing a very faint smile, "Professor, I love my brother more than anything else."

She looked at Dumbledore and said word by word, "Professor, you can have Harry Potter, but if my brother suffers any harm because of Harry Potter," she emphasized, "then I would kneel before that man and beg him to lead me into darkness."

"Tom Riddle is afraid of me," said the grizzled old wizard. "He's afraid of me anyway."

"But I don't," said the girl. "Good night, Professor."