HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Harry saw the girl again.

On the Marauder's Map.

He was very hesitant.

He had seen her enter the Room of Requirement with Draco many times.

But he thought she was Sirius' daughter and would never do bad things with Draco Malfoy.

But this time, he counted silently in his heart, for six consecutive days, she went in with him at the same time every day.

why?

Since the first time he found out, he has been silently paying attention to her.

Draco was always alone in there before, but, but...

A name jumped out of his mind, Christie.

He was very close to her in his heart, but last time she insisted on imprisoning her daughter, which always stimulated him more or less.

He always felt that there was something wrong with this mother.

Harry couldn't remember what his mother had been like.

But Aunt Petunia was very conniving with Darley, and although Mrs. Weasley threatened to glue their fingers together to the posing twins, she was still the best mother Harry thought he had ever seen , even Draco Malfoy's pale Death Eater mother would send him big bags of candy.

In comparison, Christie treats her two children very differently.

Harry was pretty sure he'd never seen her hold his daughter's hand.

"why?"

He involuntarily made a sound.

"Why what?" Ron asked him.

"Kristy..." he said, "Ron, do you think she treats Vera any differently than your mother treats Ginny?"

"I've never seen the two of them stay together." Ron gnawed on the drumstick, "Except for Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I've never seen that Malfoy, and her daughter is a year younger than us." Or Slytherin, we basically never see each other."

Yes, they hardly ever saw them.

"I've seen her get a letter from Lucius Malfoy," said Hermione, "a letter that she wanted to burn but put a protective spell on..."

"What?" Harry said aloud.

"Hush..." Hermione said, lowering her voice, "I..."

Harry immediately used the quiet earplugs to listen.

"Harry, don't use that spell," Hermione said angrily, "that's Snape's..."

"But if you don't use this, what will people think if they hear it? That's Lucius Malfoy! Her own brother! A Death Eater! What do you want people to think of her?" Harry said, urging her, "When did you see that letter?"

"A few weeks ago," Hermione shook her head, still with a look of disapproval, "I went to her office, and she was burning letters. There were many, many letters, and she put aside the ones that couldn't be burned. But only that one, the letter spoke when she burned it with magic, I feel like he knew her well enough to know that she would burn all the letters, I recognized the voice of the letter, the letter was called She's Christy."

"What's next?" Ron asked.

"She put the letter in the drawer, but I remember the voice, it was the voice of Lucius Malfoy." Hermione said quickly, "Now, break your spell, Harry!"

"We've got to find that letter," said Harry. "I always feel..." He stammered, "I always feel like something's not right..."

But Hermione kept staring at him, so he had to break the spell.

"Hermione, we need to find that," he said, "we need to find out what happened." He said, putting down the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand, "We'll go tonight."

"Harry," Hermione looked at him, "why? Why on earth did you want to read that letter?"

"Draco always..." He suddenly realized that he had lifted the spell, "Hurry up and eat, we'll talk when we're done."

He picked up his glass and took a swig of pumpkin juice, wondering what the hell he was getting agitated about.

Maybe it was because he remembered that Draco's maternal grandparents were cousins ​​on the genealogy he saw in the old house of the Black family.

He was restless.

Today, after lunch, there is another Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The three of them were in class together, and Christie was still wearing a pure black robe, as if she didn't wear any other colors except black.

It's just that in the delicate patterns on the inside of her rolled up sleeves, in the gorgeous hair accessories inlaid with gemstones of different colors that she always changes, and in her delicate and fair hands, you can still see some of her and yourself The resemblance to older brother Lucius Malfoy.

They both have a penchant for extravagant, beautiful objects.

What she is wearing today is a silver hair clip with emeralds of the same color as her eyes. The whole head of black and smooth hair is tightly tied into a bun on the scalp, revealing the whole face that looks like Incredibly young.

Harry always thought she looked about his age.

She was beautiful, and sometimes Ron couldn't help but blush when he was near her.

But this is nothing, after all, most boys will be like this.

She and her daughter seem to be sisters.

Even her son, Regulus, was the same. Regulus was born very handsome. In the entire Hogwarts, Harry was still the No. 1 popular boy with the aura of the savior. , girls have long been crazy about his face.

Harry was sure he had even overheard a few Slytherin girls discussing what Regulus looked like and his parentage, and though they regretted that he was an illegitimate child, they finally said it was probably all right, he A pureblood after all.

In addition to his figure and his black hair resembling his father, he also seems to be popular with girls.

But what is even more surprising now is today's Christie. After asking everyone to practice the magic she learned today, she stretched out her hand to rub her head, and took a sip from a silver jug ​​in her arms.

Harry wasn't sure if she had had this jug before, but he was sure that the jug contained not wine, but something unusually sweet.

He happened to be standing by her side.

He glanced at Draco subconsciously, and found that Draco was also looking at the jug in Christie's hand.

The two of them looked at each other again.

But it was still Draco who averted his eyes first.

Harry looked at the beautifully carved silver jug ​​again, still not sure what was wrong.

At this moment, it seemed that there was not much left in the pot. Harry frowned slightly when he saw Christie put the pot away.

He looked at Draco again, and found that the other party had lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

He withdrew his gaze and exchanged glances with Hermione. Hermione shook her head, while Ron was still watching Christie's every move in a daze.

After class, he opened the map subconsciously, watched Draco's movements, watched Draco walk to the Potions classroom and stop, and then Vera came out from inside.

The two of them walked side by side for a while, and then came to Myrtle's girls' bathroom.

His heart was beating wildly, and instead of talking to Hermione and the others, he ran wildly, the two of them rarely spoke outside the Room of Requirement, this was his chance, this was the only chance he could know what they were doing up.

He had been carrying the invisibility cloak with him for the past few days, and it was finally able to come in handy at this time.

He pulled the invisibility cloak out of his bag, waved his hand, and quickly put the invisibility cloak on himself at the stairs where no one was there.

He suppressed his beating heartbeat and rapid breathing and pressed his ear to the door.

"... soon?" Draco said. "Will it be a good few days?"

"That's not up to us, Draco." Vera said, "It's safest for you to stay at Hogwarts. Do you still want to go home? I've already done what he did to you. request, the rest is their business, you don’t have to worry about it.”

"But……"

Suddenly their voices stopped for a moment.Then when it rang again, it became even quieter. The sound was so faint that Harry could understand everything.

Myrtle had probably come out, and Harry heard her shrill voice, "Why do you always stay here with me..."

"Shut up." Vera said, she was probably ready to come out, Vera opened the bathroom door, Harry did not come to escape, but he was wearing an invisibility cloak, and Draco caught him her hand so she didn't bump into Harry.

Draco said, "She's drinking Painkiller."

"Who?"

"Your mother," Draco continued, "she's been drinking Painkiller, why?"

Without thinking, Harry took this opportunity to quickly walk into the bathroom.

"What is Pain Relief?" Vera asked.

"A very effective painkiller. When I broke my arm, my mother gave me a small spoonful. That spoonful can make you forget all the pain in your body. I remember the taste."

"You mean the silver jug?" It was obvious that Vera had noticed what her mother had been drinking.

"Yes, she drank too much. I took a spoonful and the pain in her arm disappeared, but she kept drinking. I saw that she would take a sip every half hour. That's not right. , Vera, her dosage is wrong..."

"She can drink whatever she wants." Vera said indifferently.

"The dose is wrong. My mother only dared to secretly give me a spoonful. If there is more, my father will say that it is harmful to the body, but according to her current dose, she can drink at least one bottle in three days. Vera, what is on her body? What happened, why on earth is she drinking so much?"

"Draco," the girl's voice was slightly cold, "Do you know, in the future, I will most likely have to drink that to survive."

Draco looked at her in disbelief.

His face was really pale.

"The woman in our family will have constant headaches when she gets old, but it's not because she's getting old, it's because I'm getting old, Draco, I'm 14, and she's about to die." Vera said nonchalantly As if to say that black hair will turn white.

"Me, my brother, and my mother, there is only one person who can survive in the end."

"why?"

"No reason, Draco, you have too many questions."

She opened his fingers one by one.

Harry quickly dodged and hid by the wall, "People are always going to die, Draco, but a life that should have disappeared still exists in the world, and it needs to pay the corresponding price. The blood is going to dry up and disappear long ago, but we exist, which is wrong and should not be. Now she is just having a headache, and it is already a very tolerant treatment."

"I don't know……"

"You don't need to understand." The girl turned her head and said sternly, "Listen to me, just do what I want you to do. As for my life," she is very sensitive, so she glanced around, But she didn't find anything unusual, she said, "That's my thing, it has nothing to do with you."

Draco wanted to say something more, but Vera repeated, "It has nothing to do with you."

She opened the door again and strode away, Harry saw Draco hesitate for a moment, then finally opened the door and followed her.

Harry took a deep breath, took out the Marauder's Map from his arms, and after confirming that the two of them had left, he carefully opened the door and went out.

He knew who he was going to, Dumbledore.

In all of Hogwarts, if anyone knew, Harry felt it would be him.

But he couldn't find it.