HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

At night, he wanted to know more about the relationship between Christie and his brother than to tell Dumbledore about Christie's physical condition.

Everyone knew that Sirius had escaped from his own home, and that he was not close to his brother at all.

But Christy, everyone was saying she was very close to her brother.

very close.

If she was really that close to him, why didn't she become a Death Eater?

Harry didn't know why someone like her didn't become like Bellatris, Harry didn't know why she was with Sirius, but he didn't really know anything about her.

It was as if she had never existed.

Her past was a mystery to Harry, and everyone around him didn't even feel the need to explain it to him.

The three of them stood outside the door of Christie's Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Harry had entered this office countless times. Starting from Lockhart, the door of this office was basically open for him at all times.

until this year.

"She doesn't lock the door," said Hermione. "Every time I knock, I can just push the door open..." She said, with a tentative push, the door opened.

Hermione walked in, and the three of them closed the door. In the dark room, the sound of clothes rubbing could be heard. Ron muttered, "Hermione, let there be light."

Immediately, the room lit up.

However, the light did not come from the tip of Hermione's wand.

All the candles in the room lit up in an instant, and as the flames jumped, someone called softly, "Hermione."

The three of them took a few steps back in fright. Harry held his heart, only to feel that the beating of the organ under his hand made his chest ache.

Christie stood in the room and smiled sweetly at the three of them.

She was wearing a long white loose dress, and her black hair spread over her shoulders, which made her look unusually young, and for a moment Harry thought he saw a senior student.

She looked at the two boys, "And Ron and Harry, good evening, are you here to ask me a question?"

The invisibility cloaks of the three were still hanging on Harry's arms. She looked at the invisibility cloaks and laughed again, "I really miss it. James and the others used to do it a lot."

She walked towards them step by step, her black hair shone under the light, and her deep emerald-like eyes looked like magic.

Every time she took a step closer to them, Harry felt his face heat up a little more.

Until her fingers rested gently on his face.

Her fingers were a little cold, but their fingertips were very slippery. She was so close to him that he could smell the sweet aroma of her body, which was the painkiller she had been drinking during the day.

She opened her mouth and said softly, "You really look like your father."

Immediately, she cupped his face and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Like her fingers, her lips were cool.

Harry was a little lost, but he didn't want to run away.

And Ron and Hermione stared at them with wide-eyed horror.

"When you were young, I saw you twice, and your mother always asked me to hug you," she stood back, but the sweet smell of her body kept lingering around Harry, making him a little confused, "Lily let me hug you." Hug you, told me to kiss your cheek, I did. You were so small at that time, always smiling, you were so happy when I kissed you, shaking your hand trying to grab me s hair."

"I said, Lily, you are getting married too early. And Lily said that it is difficult to meet someone you like, so once you like it, you can get married." She took a few steps back and looked intently at Harry's face.

Her kiss was still on Harry's cheek.

"Your eyes are exactly the same as your mother's." She looked at Harry and laughed suddenly, "When I kissed your mother for the first time, she looked at me like you do now."

She laughed and sat back behind her large desk, and Harry had the opportunity to start looking at her office. Her office was simply decorated, and there were no unnecessary decorations on the walls or on the table.There are no frames, pictures, or even decorative touches with a personal touch.

In the room, there are cabinets and drawers that are as high as the ceiling to the wall. A black robe is hung on the coat rack beside it. There is only a silver-gray sofa that looks very large and comfortable. The sofa The armrests are silver and the shape is a smooth arc.

There were only a dozen parchments on the table, a few quills, and a bottle of dark emerald ink, Harry remembered the bottle of ink she used to write reviews for everyone, the same deep emerald as her eyes The black ink is mixed with a magical golden powder that can sparkle in the dark.

Harry subconsciously glanced at her left-hand drawer. He remembered that Hermione said that the letter Lucius Malfoy wrote to her was in there.

"You..." Harry wanted to say, don't you sleep?

But this topic is obviously inappropriate.

He swallowed and said, "Can you tell me something about my parents?"

"Yes." She said, standing up, "but it can only be after the fifth grade. Before the fifth grade, your father and I were not good friends, and your mother and I hardly spoke. "

"Why?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"Because I'm a Malfoy." She stuck out her tongue, but the gesture made her look younger, and Harry felt that if he saw her for the first time at school, he would probably think she was his own year. .

"My brother doesn't like people like your mother. He cares too much about blood." She said, "He is five years older than me. Before I was in the second grade, the scope of my friends was almost determined by him."

"He would tell me who to hang out with and who not to hang out with, and he would even take me to sit in the Slytherin lounge, just to let me know more Slytherin students. He didn't Liked me being in Gryffindor, you know, Slytherin always thought Gryffindor was reckless and arrogant, and he didn't think I was like that. So he always thought the Sorting Hat was just a bad hat."

"I didn't have any opinions when I was young. I would do whatever my brother said. He wouldn't let me play with a child like your mother, so I wouldn't do that." She said, beckoning a few people to sit down on the sofa, With a wave of his hand, an exquisite bone china teapot dangled out of the drawer, and immediately began to make tea for everyone.

"Do you want some biscuits?" She held the tea cup and sat down next to Harry. He felt his sofa sink a little bit. She was so close, but the sweet scent on her body needed to be exerted. Smell it.

Probably his nose has gotten used to the smell.

"Professor," Hermione began, "if your brother doesn't like Harry's mother that much...then why did you become friends with them later?"

"Miss Granger." Christie looked sideways at her over Harry, "because I like them."

She handed over the sugar bowl, "Do you want to add sugar?"

Hermione added a lump of sugar.

"Then why after fifth grade?" she continued.

"A lot of things." She pulled her head back, and Harry turned to look at her, watching her extremely long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face, "My mother died, and I discovered some things, I Disappointed about some things, hopeless about some people, and curious about some people precisely because of the same thing," she suddenly raised her head and smiled again, "Harry, 15 is a very important age, Especially for someone like me."

"When your mother and Lupine became Gryffindor prefects at the age of 15, for Lupine, he and that small group were not as close as before. In order not to embarrass him, James and Sirius did some things Don’t take him with you. And your dad at that time—I don’t know if you know, your dad really doesn’t know how to like someone, I sometimes think that if I were Lily, James might already be lying in the hospital Many years."

"Your mother discovered a secret of mine, so I had no choice but to become friends with her." Although she said she had to, she was smiling, and she looked very happy.

"What secret?" Harry looked at her.

And she smiled slyly, put the teacup on the coffee table, and a moment later, there was a black cat squatting on the sofa.

The black cat had deep emerald eyes, and she jumped over Harry and Ron lightly, lying on Hermione's lap.

She is an Animagus.

Unregistered Animagus.

"Your mother is a person who likes rules and regulations, sometimes I think she is a bit like Hermione," she said, climbing on Hermione's shoulders, and Hermione couldn't help but reach out and stroke her fur.

"She told me that an unregistered Animagus is very dangerous, and hoped that I would register, but Merlin, from the perspective of my mother's mother's mother's mother's mother, and even more ancestors, we don't believe it. Not registering will make us forget that we are human." She said, becoming human again, leaning on Hermione's shoulder and looking at Harry and Ron, "She always follows me and wants me to go Register, but I don't want to."

She waved her finger, and the tea cup floated to her palm, she took a sip, then leaned back on the sofa, resting her chin with one hand, "Bellatrice, she is Sirius' cousin, she has been very annoying since she was a child Muggles, half-bloods, let alone girls like your mother who had no wizarding blood at all, I don't remember how old she was, but she was definitely older than my brother, because Narcissa—she sister to Draco, and mother to Draco, Narcissa was only a grade below my brother. Yet after she graduated," she raised an eyebrow, "you know, she became a Death Eater."

"Your mother followed me through the school year, she wanted me to register, she thought my mother's death had a huge impact on me, and at the same time, in her own words, "I feel like you and them No, Christy, you're a Gryffindor. "She's very persistent, so we had to get to know her better. Then, during the sixth grade summer vacation, in Knockturn Alley, Bellatrix was always a little bit crazy. Sometimes I think she's out of her mind." Hermione and Luo En laughed.Even Harry couldn't help smiling.

"She came over and said something you'd never like, but I asked your mother to go shopping that day, so I put her," she made a face, "you know, I fixed Bellatrix a little After a while, she was already in her twenties at that time, and she was already married, but sometimes I feel that her head is empty except for being beautiful." She put her hand under her chin, "She said I don't Should hang out with someone like your mother, she threatened me to tell my brother about it, honestly, Lucius would be mad at me for hanging out with your mother," she curled her lips, "but she shouldn't Pointing her wand at your mother, she shouldn't have done that."

She took a sip of her tea, "Although Lucius was still mad at me for going out with your mother after I went back, I still won't be punished in the end. Just because Bellatris almost hurt me. He Angry with me, but he was even more angry with her."

She raised the glass to her face, but Harry could still see the corners of her mouth curled up.

"She could have told Lucius I was hanging out with your mother, and Lucius would have just grounded me and given me something else—although he probably wouldn't, but she pointed her wand at If you kill me, then I will never be punished."

"It's ridiculous to say that she didn't like your mother, and it turned out to be me and her quarreling. Then, your father, Sirius and Lupine came over. When your father and Sirius are together, they can You are so mad at someone. Besides, Sirius ran away from home and came to your house, and your grandparents doted on him and your father, and they have nothing to do at all."

"In the end it was only me and her who were punished, and everyone knew that she pointed her wand at me and tried to give me two hard ones, and I had to fight back. So my brother gave me a verbal punishment, but gave me one The summer vacation was grounded, but he was still very angry at her behavior. So I didn't have a thing at all. So she was the only one who was scolded by Sirius' mother for several days. But thanks to this incident, your mother and Your father's relationship has been greatly eased." She curled her lips, "Then, I became the woman she dislikes the most, none of them."

"She doesn't like Sirius?" Harry asked, only to find himself asking a very stupid question.

She killed him.

"Harry, the obsession with the eldest son in a traditional pure-blood family is unimaginable." Christie laughed, "Come, let's have another cup of tea."

"Sirius and Regulus were the only two boys in their generation, and Sirius was the eldest son. Even if his mother removed him from the family tree of the Black family in anger, he was still the eldest son of the Black family. , even after her death, because she didn't make a will, everything in the Black family was inherited by the eldest son, and relatively speaking, Regulus, the second son who obeyed his parents, got almost nothing."

"Another example is that old Malfoy likes my mother so much, but still has another lover, because my mother will not give birth to an heir for him, and he needs a boy." She added more to her tea as if nothing had happened. Some lemon juice.

"Do you like Sirius?" Harry asked her.

She paused for a moment and asked him, "Why do you say that?"

"Your son's name is Regulus."

"No," she shook her head, "my son belongs to his father, and my daughter belongs to me, so he is called Regulus, just like his father and uncle are named after their own uncle."

"What does it mean that your son belongs to his father and your daughter belongs to you?" Hermione asked her hesitantly.

"It's a family rule," she laughed. "My mother used to tell me it was a rule from before I know how many great-grandmothers."

"The boy's name belongs to the father, and the girl's name belongs to the mother, so Regulus is called Regulus..."

"But..." Before Harry finished speaking, Christie knew what he was going to say, "You want to ask why my relationship with Vera is so bad?"

She asked herself and answered, "She is very similar to her father. The girls in our family obviously belong to their mother, but their character and thinking are often like their father's." She laughed, "I am a heterogeneous."

"Vera's character is stubborn and proud. Although she will hide herself very well in most cases, she is very good at pleasing people. As long as she wants, no one will hate her. She is better than Sirius at this point. A lot, but," she pinned behind her ear a lock of hair that Hermione accidentally ate into her mouth, "when she's angry, all that pretense doesn't work."

She said, looking at the time, "Harry, Hermione, Ron, put on your cloak, you should go back to sleep, it's getting late."

She opened the door, but the moment she opened the door, the black-haired, black-eyed witch on the opposite side blinked at her and smiled, "Good evening, Miss Malfoy."

Standing behind her were several Death Eaters.