HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

It's all very weird.

Snape thought.

Christie continued to be in a coma at Hogsworth, and Dumbledore probably made up her mind not to wake her up before she applied for painkillers.

He is now a substitute teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although this is a class he has always wanted to teach, but today, on the first day of class, Harry Potter kept looking at him, no matter what Snape used. No matter how harsh and harsh words were used to humiliate him, he couldn't divert his attention from him, on the contrary, it only made Snape feel unhappy.

Finally, when the get out of class was over, the stupid savior suddenly asked, "Professor, why did Vera convince you that she said she would not kill me?"

From this point on, it all started to get weird.

He almost didn't bring it up in one breath, "Because I want to kill you more than she does." He said viciously.

"Then why did the professor tell me to stay away from her when I was in detention before then?" Harry Potter asked again.

"Because..." He had no excuses for a while.

But Harry Potter looked at him puzzled.

He looks exactly like his father, but those eyes, those green eyes...

Snape remembered running away from those eyes in a hurry and putting away the books on the table.It was like running away from the classroom.

But none of this was as spooky as the scene he saw when he emerged from the fireplace at Malfoy's house.

The girl was sitting sideways on the sofa and reading a book, while the Dark Lord was sitting behind her, holding a comb to comb her long blond hair while chanting spells eloquently.

It seemed that this was a very unfamiliar spell for him.

Snape thought indifferently.

He felt like fifty Harry Potters were leading his stupid red-haired friend to the wizard dance in his head.

With a stiff head and a sullen face, he stepped out of the fireplace, and he didn't understand why he could be so expressionless.

And the Dark Lord seemed to have finally realized his existence, looked at him with unfriendly eyes, stopped the spell in his mouth, and stopped the comb in his hand, as if he had revealed the secret deep in his heart .

Basically no one knows how to use this stove. Except for him who was licensed to use Floo powder in order to deceive people, everyone else Apparated to the outside of the house and then walked in.

Snape felt that he might have cast the wrong spell just now, he didn't switch his location but switched himself to Malfoy Manor, he probably knocked himself unconscious by accident, he was dreaming now.

He hoped that this dream would end soon.

He'd rather wake up and find a buffalo standing on his chest than watch the Dark Lord brush a little girl's hair with a tiny comb.

The girl raised her head and reached out to touch the long hair behind her. She said, "It wasn't originally this long."

"Girls look better with longer hair." The Dark Lord said, putting the comb aside, and stretched out his hand to fiddle with the blonde hair again, letting it slip from his fingers like water.

It seems that he probably wants to tie a bow for her.

Snape glanced at the ivory comb, which was beautifully engraved and inlaid with gold and precious stones, and couldn't think of any reason why it would look so good to the Dark Lord.

When he wasn't this middle-of-the-skeleton-dementor look a few decades ago, he might have been okay.

The girl's hair was originally on her chest, but now when she was sitting in her usual extremely upright posture, her hair was already hanging on the sofa.

She frowned, "It's too long and inconvenient."

And the Dark Lord said kindly, "I'll cut it shorter for you later."

Let's be clear first, a haircut is no haircut.

"Have you seen enough, Snape." The Dark Lord returned to his original way of speaking, which somewhat reassured Snape.

"I'm late, master." He bowed his head respectfully.

"You are more than ten hours behind others, just like last time, you always seem to be the last one." The Dark Lord snorted coldly.

"Dumbledore hasn't become suspicious of me yet." He bowed down and saluted him again, "He's seriously injured."

"Is he injured?" The Dark Lord glanced at the girl next to him unexpectedly.

"Miss Malfoy..." He was interrupted by the Dark Lord before he could finish his sentence.

"Call her Miss."

"...Yes, master, the lady is doing very well, we can't see what curse the lady used, his wounds can't heal." Snape stood up, "His wounds are bleeding and painful. "

The Dark Lord laughed, "Yes, she did well..."

"If my mother wakes up, his wound will heal." The girl didn't lift her head, but just turned the book on her lap again, "As long as she wakes up and thinks he shouldn't be hurt, the spell will heal." will be lifted."

"The lady's magic is very delicate. I can only see that there is a judgment magic and an attack magic on it. The two magics are superimposed on each other to produce an effect. This kind of compound magic is rarely able to be used even by adult wizards. It's just Miss. This How is the magic going to be done?" Snape complimented her subtly, and he saw that his compliment would make the Dark Lord very happy, and then asked her, which is what he really wanted to know, "How do you attack to his?"

"Judgement magic plus attack magic, it's very simple." The girl said, "The only need is to allow him to step into the trap."

She closed the book, "She had such a headache that she couldn't resist me," she turned her face sideways, "so I gave her a spell, which is a protective spell, and it won't work until it encounters an attack. But I I modified the way it judges spells, and judges all spells as attack spells. At the same time, I modified the effects of protection spells to make them a little more aggressive. He would want to give her pain relief, but that would only make her Sleep this way, and then..." She rested the book on her chin and stopped talking.

"Very subtle." The Dark Lord said softly, although his throat was rough, this tenderness only made his speech slow and soft.

The girl tugged at her long hair boredly, she was obviously dissatisfied with the length.

But the Dark Lord liked this length quite a lot, and his fingers couldn't help but want to touch that long hair like a golden thread.The long hair was spread out on the sofa, only a few inches away from his fingers.

His eager fingers finally stopped.

The girl stood up, not intending to stay here for a while.

"You guys are too noisy." She hugged the book into her arms and went straight out of the living room, "I'm leaving, you go on." Her thick blond hair fluttered down on her robe.

Her thigh-length blond hair made her look like she was wearing another golden cloak.

"By the way," she turned her head, "Professor, can you come to me after your conversation is over?"

Snape had no choice, "Yes."

"I'll wait for you in the garden."

The Dark Lord watched her get up and walk away, and asked Snape after a while, "What's the matter?"

Before his words fell, there was a scream like a beast clearly through the wall, as if it was in extreme pain.

Snape subconsciously looked over there.

"It's nothing, she doesn't like Lestridge and his family recently," the Dark Lord said flatly, "They will learn not to come to her and make her angry after a while."

Of course Snape wouldn't be foolish enough to ask why she could do that.

"Master, Hogwarts has settled down now." Snape said respectfully, "Although Miss led people to cause a commotion two days ago and Dumbledore was indeed injured, but..."

"She's only 14, you think she can kill Dumbledore?"

If you really want to calculate a person's age by the completion of his birthday, you believe that 15-year-old Draco can kill Dumbledore.

Snape said in his mind.

They are only one year apart.

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry, I should have assisted her." He admitted his mistake.

And his master said indifferently, "What's going on between Draco and her?"

"Miss," he weighed every word, "Miss is very beautiful and extremely talented in magic." He can't kill Lucius' precious son, Lucius will fight him desperately, "in Hogg Voss, many boys like her, even Harry Potter seems to have a good relationship with her." He lowered his head and carefully looked at her from the corner of his eye, "but Miss has no one she particularly likes. They are all good at," he almost misspoken the words playing with other people's feelings, "avoiding risks." He said, feeling a little sweaty.

"I mean, do you know why Draco has wounds on her body?" his Master asked him again.

His eyes widened, "What? I, I don't know..."

He shook his head, "Master, I don't know..."

"She said that because Harry Potter almost killed Draco, she had no choice but to do this." The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils constricted like snakes, "That's when it started. Is she like this? "

"She did have the same wound as Draco's at that time, but I didn't know about it."

"Really?"

"I dare not deceive you, my lord," he said.

"What has Dumbledore been up to?"

"As usual, he is still madly studying his inexplicable things, but he seems to be very interested in that boy from the Black family. I know that he has called that boy to his office several times at night."

"Let him alone." The Dark Lord said indifferently, "What's wrong with Christy Malfoy? What kind of medicine is she taking?"

"Quick Pain Relief, Master, her son said she's been drinking that all the time."

"Is it her?"

"Yes," said his servant respectfully, "I heard the conversation between Dumbledore and Slughorn. They said that her child has turned 14 and she won't live long."

"This is the curse of their family." His master said calmly, "The witches in their family are all excellent witches, but they should not have children."

"Very presumptuous," his servant couldn't suppress his curiosity, "Master, why do you want to keep this girl?"

"Snape." His Master called him slowly.

He knelt on the ground subconsciously, "Please forgive your talkative servant..."

His master said nothing.

He was getting more and more nervous.

After a while.

"Don't make her angry, Snape."

The scream just now had already explained everything.

After a while.

"She has a bad temper recently, do you know how I can make her happy?"

The Dark Lord's words sounded like a no-brainer.

Snape didn't know how to answer for a moment.

........................

A very long silence indeed.

Snape didn't know how to answer, and the Dark Lord didn't know why he asked such a question.

In his life, Snape asked himself, he had never pleased any 14-year-old girl.

He was pretty good at making them cry.

"I think..." He tried his best to think, "I think you should ask Lucius this question," he unceremoniously exposed the other party's old background, "he has always been liked by girls, I remember when he When I was a prefect, I often deducted the other party's character points and put them in confinement because of their constant pestering. And," he hesitated, "you know he is her mother's brother, and I think more or less, children will A bit like my own mother."