HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Lucius lied.

He knew where she was, and on the first day the child came back, he couldn't help but put a protective spell on her.

And he had to go and bring her back himself.

Bellatrix is ​​now in a coma, and there are not many people in this group who like her, and no one likes her, so she probably has to rely on her unreliable husband to slowly flip through medical magic The book rescued her.

Narcissa would probably help, after all, she was her sister, and she couldn't watch her die no matter what.

But he is still watched by many people.Those people are usually rubbed by him with various handles in his hands. Now that he has finally waited for an opportunity to come and taunt him, how can he let them go?

He clenched his palm into a fist, his heart clenched.

Christy named her daughter Malfoy instead of Black, and she was worried from the beginning that her daughter would be a restless child, like her father!

A 14-year-old girl ran away from home, her mother, and the only blood relative who could protect her, and ran into a group of lunatics. No, she was more dangerous than her father.

However, whenever he saw the girl's smiling face, his heart ached.

She is so much like Mrs.

Always smiling, no matter when.

But the more you look at that kind of smile, the more uncomfortable you feel.

He chanted the spell silently, thinking about the girl's name and appearance, and a place name appeared in his mind, "Diagon Alley."

Thank goodness not Knockturn Alley, thank goodness.

Of course it was Diagon Alley so late, the girl was smart enough, although she Apparated to Knockturn Alley, it was obvious that she didn't intend to spend the night there.

He figured in his mind that he had to find her, but he couldn't make it too easy.

First take those people to Knockturn Alley and ask casually. He knows a few people there. Ask those people. They will definitely tell him that she is not there, and someone may even tell him that she went to Diagon Alley. .

When he got there, the first guy said, "Didn't see that girl."

He couldn't believe it, "Blonde hair, green eyes..."

But the other party said, "Lucius, I know she looks exactly like Mrs. I really didn't see her today."

second person.

"There are no girls like that."

"blonde……"

"How can there be young and beautiful girls in this place? Master, which girl is so courageous?"

third person.

"I didn't see a girl like that."

"You really don't have one?" He had given up on describing his appearance again, just trying to put on a stern look.

"Blonde, beautiful, girl, sir, a beautiful girl with blonde hair, as long as she appears on this street, we will know."

This was the only hotel on Knockturn Alley, and it would be here if she was in Knockturn Alley.

He became helpless, but still held on, unwilling to show it, "Then let's go to Diagon Alley to have a look."

He insisted, "It's so late now, she will definitely not wander outside, she will find a room to live in."

He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his face, thinking that his poor appearance was probably not bad, he couldn't act like it was too easy to find her, but he couldn't find her either.

He pushed forward in front of everyone, hitting the stone road with his cane solidly.

"Any girls coming over tonight?"

"No," said Tom lazily. "Only men are here tonight."

"Wait," Lucius recited another spell silently, knowing that she was near him, she stopped moving, she couldn't be staying somewhere else, it must be here, "what kind of guest."

"I'm here." Before Tom could speak, the girl had already come down the creaking stairs, but at this moment, Lucius looked at the person in front of him in surprise, his mouth couldn't close in surprise.

It’s not because of anything else, but it’s a boy with short black hair and glasses who came down from above. At first glance, he even looks a bit like Harry Potter. He even speaks in a male voice. .

If Lucius hadn't been looking at her facial features, he couldn't have recognized the boy.

She said, "He asked you to come and take me back." She couldn't help sneering, "Uncle, let's go." She took off the glasses on her face and threw them into the trash can beside her. , she is like an ordinary boy, except that she looks a little too beautiful.

"Your hair..." Lucius struggled, but only repeated these few words.

"I bought a few voice-changing candies for pranks and haven't eaten them. I just tried them today. I cut my hair short and used color-changing potions. Glasses are sold everywhere. You know, wizards and witches wear robes No one can tell if I'm a boy or a girl until I take off my robe."

She said indifferently.

He was speechless.

"Come back with us, Miss." The people behind him said one after another.

She raised her head to look at him, approached him, and said softly, "I could have watched him die."

He took a step back, not daring to speak but just looking at her.

"That's how you repay me." She lowered her head, "Mom warned me, and Regulus also emphasized to me that they would not let me hurt your son, but none of them thought about me."

"Villa..." He could only call her name softly, pleading, "Vera..."

She turned her head and just looked at him with those big green eyes, her complexion as flat as a piece of paper. "Go back. He told you to come to me. If I don't go back, you will be in a lot of trouble, won't you?"

He dared not speak any more.

She escaped for no more than two hours this time, and the sky was about to turn white before she was brought back to Malfoy's house.

It seemed that no one dared to sleep that night, and everyone stood aside waiting for them to come back.

But when the Dark Lord saw her short black hair, he showed an unusual shock.

"Your hair!" He stood up from the sofa, "Your hair!"

And she walked straight past everyone, stepped on the sofa with her shoes on, put her hands on her knees, and rested her chin on her knees, "You are also black-haired."

"Why is it so short?" He was at a loss, "Why is it so short..." He seemed to only care about her hair, and was indifferent to the fact that her voice was a male voice.

"I don't want people to recognize me, I cut it short myself." She buried her face in her knees and didn't raise her head for a long time.

"You have to stay here, I have too many enemies so you can't leave me..." He stood and said to her, feeling that he was already very gentle, but she didn't respond, but still buried her head in the on the knee.

"Nobody hit me when I was this big," she said, sobbing, "Nobody ever hit me..."

What does she want him to do, apologize?

He subconsciously said stiffly, "Then do you know now that you should be more obedient?"

He regretted it in the next second, and the girl looked up at him angrily, "Do you want to hit me again?"

She stood up and pointed the wand in her hand at him, "Do you want to hit me again?!"

She shouted, "If you dare to hit me again, try it!"

Yes...he remembered, the women in their family are afraid of pain...

She is afraid of pain...

She cried, "Isn't it enough for you to hit me once?" She was trembling with anger, "Why don't you just kill me?!"

"I won't..." No, I can't say that, he turned his head away from her, "Of course it didn't mean that..." He realized that his momentum was weak, and subconsciously swung his staff again, "Now you know what it's like to be beaten ? Then why did you..."

He just wanted to scare her, and she really made him unable to step down.

She has to admit defeat first, otherwise he has to...

however.

After his wand split the coffee table in half, the girl immediately jumped up from the sofa, "You want to talk to me like this?" she asked back, "That's fine!"

The coffee table became four pieces.

There was a hissing inhalation from the Death Eaters, and everyone was thinking that if this wasn't the daughter of that fearless fellow Sirius, then nobody was either.

He froze for a while, she looked at him for a while, then sat back on the sofa and began to sob.

There is no one else around.

God... this kid is so bad tempered.

Holding the wand, he felt that he was going crazy with anger, but when he heard her sobbing and crying...

"You have to stay here," he said, "you can't run around, you took off your hat and killed Dumbledore, can you go back to Hogwarts?" He tried to restrain his temper, "you Only here is it safe..."

She pointed to her cheek with one finger, "Do you want to explain this?"

He was speechless.

He just slapped her.

He had slapped the child who had never been spanked hours before.

"You can't explain it at all," she complained, "my face still hurts!"

"What do you think I should do if you hit me?" She asked him back, "Say thank you?!"

Her green eyes were watery, how come there are eyes that, whether angry or in pain, always make you want to look at them...

He just wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her, begging her not to cry.

"You know, I'm angry," he took a deep breath, "I'm so angry, I don't know how to get along with a kid your age..."

In a moment of impatience, he blurted out such weak words.

He wanted to slap himself twice, this was not a good start.

He was showing her weakness, he was showing that he cared more about her than she cared about him.

She is so smart, if he shows weakness a little bit, she knows that she can be more presumptuous!

Her words immediately proved it.

"Then leave me alone."

"You're only 14!" He suppressed his anger, "Do you know how dangerous it is outside? You're only 14! And you're a girl! An underage girl went to Knockturn Alley! Knockturn Alley! Do you know what's in there? There are werewolves and goblins and..."

"I almost killed Dumbledore, I don't think they are any more dangerous than me."

"You almost killed Dumbledore!" he said hoarsely, "You know what? You took off your hat and went to kill Dumbledore! You let them see your face! Do you know how many people can now testify against you trying to murder Dumbledore?" Bullido? Do you know that you are already a wanted criminal in the wizarding world?"

"A wanted criminal in the magic world? I thought I was already there! I am with you," she tilted her head, "You are the most dangerous person considered by the Ministry of Magic! No one! Several people in your staff are not here Have you been in Azkaban? Or how many people should not be there? You are terrorists in the wizarding world! And I am with you! I am with the man who killed my father!" Her green eyes continued She was crying, she lowered her head, and all the tears fell on her robe.

"Do you think I can find a more dangerous place than this house? I think I have reached the most dangerous place in the entire magic world!"

She covered her face, "I can't go back to Hogwarts, I can't go to Muggles, and I can't go anywhere if you want, and isn't that what you want? "

Everyone didn't dare to speak, they just watched her sobbing with her face in her hands.

Honestly, she was absolutely right.

"Don't cry!" he was upset, "Don't cry!"

"I won't hit you again," he said softly, "as long as you..."

"You shouldn't have hit me!" she screamed. "Why did you hit me?"

He didn't know what to say for a while.

She raised her head to look at him, a pair of green eyes full of stubbornness and unwillingness were constantly weeping, she didn't say a word, just looked at him with those eyes.

A pair of angry, round and big green eyes.

Her eyes seem to be bigger than that lady's...

But she was sobbing that her breathing was hard to come by.

He was fully aware of a fact.

She is crying.

She looked at him without saying a word, just kept crying.

His whole body was trembling slightly.

The short black hair is not able to cover her facial features like the long golden hair before, her face is exposed but it looks smaller than when the hair covers it, and at the same time it makes her facial features more delicate and obvious, It made it easier for people to see every subtle expression on that face.

She is really beautiful, but also really willful.

He wanted to continue to scold her, but those tearful green eyes pierced straight into his chest like a sharp sword, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, so he had to cover it.

He had seen those same eyes when he was young, and when he was young he knew he couldn't stand those teary green eyes.

After a while, he finally spoke, and he roared in a low voice, "What do you want me to do!"

He has compromised with her.

Tears filled her green eyes.

She and Madam look exactly the same, even the way they cry is the same.

Compromise, admit it, he doesn't want to see her cry.

She won, yes she won.

He lost, and he had to admit he lost.

"Stop crying," he subconsciously slowed down his voice, "What do you want? Stop crying..."

"You know what I want," she sobbed. "I could kill her, but you won't let me. You know I don't need what you give me. I can get it myself."

"You can't kill her..."

She lowered her arms around her legs, "You know."

She sobbed, "She killed my father, threatened his godson, said she would send him to meet my father anytime, anywhere, she grew up with my father, but she killed him. How can I believe that she won't Want to kill my brother? How can you tell me not to believe that she wants to kill him?"

"I've never met her. She doesn't like me as soon as she sees me. She gave me an Unforgivable Curse the first time she saw me. Do you think I will believe that she likes my brother?"

"Do you think I should go up, hold her hand, and call her Aunt Bella like Draco did?" she asked back, sobbing.

He wanted to hold her hand...

do not Cry……

"What do you think I should do?" He took a deep breath.

"I don't want you to give me anything, I can get everything by myself," she cried violently, her body and voice were constantly shaking, "If you don't stop me, you know I can kill you with my own hands." her."

"I..." He stopped, took a deep breath, "I don't..."

"You'd better figure out one thing," she looked at him, "it's not what you want to give me, it's not what you want to do for me! It's what you don't let me do! It's what you don't want to give me!"

Showing his teeth and claws, he is extremely arrogant, like a lion, arrogantly thinking that he can get everything and he does.

She was indeed able to kill Bellatris, but he stopped her.

And she does have reasons for doing so.

He looked at her, completely compromised, "What do you want?"

"No one can hurt him, no one can hurt him while I'm alive, anyone who wants to hurt him has to step on my dead body..." She stood up and looked straight into his eyes, "I Knowing that you can give Pettigrew a new arm, then you can give her one too, right?"

"You want her arm," the Dark Lord said firmly.

"No, I want her head." The girl tilted her head. "But you won't allow me to have her head! Because you can give someone a new arm, but you can't give someone a new head!"

She looked at him with red eyes, "So, then I'll take her arm."

She repeated, "Which hand she touched him, I want her arm!"

As soon as these words came out, even the Dark Lord was stunned.

But after a while.

"Lestrange," the Dark Lord called to him angrily, "did you hear what she said?"

The latter hesitated and did not move.

"Do you want me to do it myself?" He lowered his voice.

"I understand." The other party immediately bent down respectfully, "Yes, master."

He looked at the girl, "Are you satisfied?"

"No." The girl repeated again, "You still know I want her life. She killed my father, and now she wants to kill my brother."

She stopped crying, but her eye circles were still red and swollen.

The Dark Lord felt that not only his heart ached, but his liver also ached.

She was too pretty, too smart, and she didn't suffer much.

Everyone who saw her doted on her, that's why she was so willful.

Because she still doesn't know what real fear and despair are.

She is very clever, but still very young.

No, not young.

She is still very young.

just a kid.

a child.

The Dark Lord thought, and took a deep breath.

In the end, he said almost exhaustedly, "Go to sleep, miss, go to sleep, you need to rest. We will deal with your hair after you have rested."

"What else can I do?" The girl sneered, "I can only follow your request."

She spoke in a provocative tone, but the other party was determined not to pursue it.

He waved his hand as if he didn't hear, telling everyone to get out.

Immediately, he sat on the sofa in silence.

He looked at the living room.

Been in a daze for a long time.