HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Harry Potter and his party had fled to the principal's office long ago. Dumbledore was wearing a nightcap, as if he had just gotten up from his bed. He was opening the door of the principal's office, leaning against the door to breathe, and the door was in a mess, obviously It's been a battle.

"Professor!" The three of them took off their invisibility cloaks and shouted, "Professor, are you okay?"

He was the greatest magician of all, and he wasn't even hurt.

And he widened his eyes, "Come into my office!"

Only then did the three of them realize that there were several other Death Eaters at the door of Dumbledore's messy headmaster's office.

"Harry Potter." A Death Eater looked at the lightning-shaped scar on his head and said exaggeratedly, "I'm surprised you're here!"

"What do you want to do?" Harry looked at them and subconsciously took a step back, "Don't worry, kid," the man said exaggeratedly, "We won't do anything, we just want to have some fun. "

"Look," another person behind him shouted happily, "Draco, he's come to complete his mission!"

The three of Harry turned their heads to look, and saw a man wearing an ordinary student uniform, with a hat pulled up to his chin, but a little blond hair could be vaguely seen leaking from the hat, it was definitely Draco Malfoy.

thought Harry.

Dumbledore stood there, "Why did you come in two groups?"

"Malfoy, you are the same as your father, you really don't like to show your face." Harry couldn't help but sarcastically said.

But there was a loud noise outside the window, followed by several students screaming, "Dark Mark! Dark Mark!"

But the person walking beside Snape didn't make a sound, just walked in front of them step by step.

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, and wanted to rush into Dumbledore's office, but a few lights blocked their way forward, "Harry Potter, try it, cross this line, you will become a bunch of Meatballs," said a Death Eater with a sneer.

A green light flew towards Dumbledore. "Draco!" Harry screamed, and he couldn't believe it was his own voice. "You can't kill him! He believes in you!"

The light did not reach Dumbledore.

"Don't yell like that," said Dumbledore. "Harry, she's not Draco."

she?

Then she is...

"younger sister."

It was Regulus' voice.

He appeared behind the previous group of Death Eaters.

"Sister," he said, "it's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

The former Death Eaters turned to look at him, "Now!" Hermione whispered, she used several spells to hit the light that trapped them, but there was no response to the spells.

"It's time for you to go to bed too." His sister put down the hat on her head, showing a calm face, "Regulus, is it because you have a headache that you don't sleep?"

"Vera!" Harry blurted out, almost running out of the light, but Hermione caught him.

"Sister," Regulus called her again, "what are you doing, sister."

"As you can see, trying to attack Dumbledore." She raised her eyebrows.

"younger sister……"

Before Regulus finished speaking, a green light appeared from the tip of her wand, and she rushed straight to Dumbledore, but the green light was shattered before it touched Dumbledore.

"You are young, child," said Dumbledore. "You don't know what you are doing."

"Whatever you do is the same to me." Vera rolled up the sleeves of her robe, and slowly rolled up the sleeves of the sweater and shirt underneath, "Professor, you know, You need to die, just die, and you shouldn't and don't need to pick an executor."

"Not yet my damn time," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Good evening, Christie."

Regulus' face was as pale as a piece of paper, "Good evening, Mom."

"Oh, mother," said Vera, without looking back, "good evening, mother."

"It's not good at all." Christie took out the bottle in her arms and took a sip. Unlike the Christie Harry and the others saw before, this Christie didn't smile at all.She rubbed her temples and frowned, "Come back, Vera. Where did you hide Draco? Why can't I find him at all?"

Most of the Death Eaters turned around to face her at this time, but after a while, she fell into the state of being attacked by several people in succession.

Hearing what she said, Harry hurriedly took out his Marauder's Map, and said in a low voice, "I solemnly declare that I will do no good." All the people on the map were constantly moving rapidly, the hall, the lounge and the playground The names on the screen kept moving and overlapping, which looked very complicated, but he couldn't find Draco's name after looking around.

"I told him to go back to my house." Vera squinted her eyes and looked at Dumbledore for a long time. At this moment, many lights appeared from the tip of her wand, and she rushed towards Dumbledore layer by layer. Bullido didn't dodge or hide, just looked at her, he suddenly said, "Miss, I understand."

Vera ignored him, but watched intently as the ray of light shattered in front of Dumbledore.

"You want him to live," said Dumbledore, "I can help you."

But Vera just laughed, "I've been thinking about a question."

"what is the problem?"

After her own attack failed, Vera stood in the pile of broken light powder, "If Harry met Voldemort first, would he follow him?"

"No," said Dumbledore, "Harry is not that kind of boy."

"I'm not sure," Vera said. "Professor, you know they mistreat him, and you know he might be trying to get ahead."

"Even so," said Dumbledore, "he has a good heart."

"But why didn't you like him in the first place, Professor?" The girl tilted her head, "Because he showed his obsession with black magic, fear of death, and greed for power from the beginning?"

"What do you think? Child, you are very smart, I think you know the answer." Dumbledore tilted his head to look at her. "He showed you his memory?"

"Well." She nodded, "He said that as long as I want, as long as he has, it's mine."

"Do you know why he is so nice to you?" Dumbledore looked carefully at her face, trying to look into her eyes, "Miss, you knew why from the beginning. But let me tell you Miss, that person, that person does not know what love is, he was born in this world because of the love potion, he is destined not to understand what love is."

He used an affirmative sentence.

"Some people are born good and some people are born bad, don't you think so?"

"There was something wrong with him from the very beginning of his behavior," said Dumbledore. "You know some people are born evil, don't you? You know some people are dark inside."

"He doesn't know what love is. He pursues immortality and eternal life. I think it's not because of the darkness in his heart, but because of the deep fear in his heart. Fear of death is because he is afraid that everything will be out of his control. Because death is your only Something that cannot be escaped. No one is not afraid of death, Professor. The difference is only in how much." The girl said, "Not to mention the human instinct to be happy because of the pain of others, and the human instinct to seek control rather than being manipulated."

"Miss, you are only 14 years old, you have just passed your 14th birthday less than six months, you are only a child." Dumbledore repeated, "You think when a person is 14 years old, he really Do you know what you want?"

"The magic world believes that people reach adulthood at 17 years old, and most Muggles now think that people reach adulthood, but earlier, 15 years old and 13 years old are respectively used as the standard of adulthood. What's more, 15-year-olds and 17-year-olds have different ages. Is there a big difference? What’s the difference between 35 and 37? Professor, it’s been the past two years, why do we instinctively think that the difference between 17 and 15 is bigger than 35 and 37?”

"You're young, you don't even know what path you're choosing."

"I don't know, professor, so I follow my instinct. It's in my blood. I just don't want anyone to dictate my life."

"Will you follow him? Follow what you call the instinct in your blood?"

"Professor, what is instinct? Human instinct is to survive, but there are also people who are not afraid of life and death, just like you, just like me, what is human instinct? What does instinct represent?"

"He doesn't understand love, he is only afraid of death, but he doesn't understand how many things in this world are more terrible than death." Dumbledore said.

"People long to love, long to be loved, fear death, and don't want to die. But everyone is going to die, but how many people can get love? You say he doesn't understand love, but I don't think that's because of the love potion. "

"How many children are born in the love of their parents? I don't think there are many such children, and how many children's parents hate each other? I think he is not the only one."

"No one taught him how to love, and no one really loved him. Professor, you said he didn't understand love, but when did you start to understand what love is?"

"Professor, you don't like him just because you know better than anyone else, he is very similar to you," the girl stared at Dumbledore intently, and took the opportunity to cast several spells in succession, "If you chose that path back then ..." None of her spells hit Dumbledore, though.

"He's what you almost became," the girl said softly.

"Sir, it's just that no one has loved him. It's just that no one has given him a chance. But that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to love. Just like you." She simply put down the clothes on her wrists.

"Sometimes, I wish it was Christmas soon," she smiled. "You don't want to be killed by me, but I think wool socks must be warm. You are so old, and I think you need some warm socks."

"We should go," she told everyone.

She turned around and strode backwards.

"You didn't do what he was supposed to do for that boy. He won't live when he goes back." A Death Eater said grimly, "Do you want to watch him die?"

"Dumbledore won't let me kill him," Vera sneered. "You can also try it. If you can kill Dumbledore, I will definitely tell your master when I go back. It's all thanks to you."

She turned to Snape, "Professor, I won't kill Harry Potter."

She waved her wand, and suddenly summoned a blizzard, "Harry Potter belongs to the Dark Lord, he will kill his enemies himself, and he will decipher that prophecy by himself!"

A blizzard suddenly greeted the small room, everyone closed their eyes at this moment, and then she did not know what spell she used, bringing complete darkness.

Everyone was stunned, they couldn't see anything.

At this time, Vera took out a withered hand in her pocket, "the best helper for thieves and robbers." She sighed, "I used to think that I would not be reduced to this level."

She grabbed the hand of a Death Eater, and the latter's fingers were cold but subconsciously held hers instead. Soon, several Death Eaters groped for each other and held hands, and left under her leadership. .

During this period, neither Christie nor Regulus, nor even Dumbledore made a move.

And Snape still stood lifelessly by the door and did not follow them away.