HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The Dark Lord took her back to his home.

Draco's home.

Malfoy Manor.

He is now the master of the place more than anyone else.

Although she used Apparition unintentionally and ran directly from the United States to Diagon Alley in the United Kingdom, she knew nothing about magic.It's a miracle she didn't make the mistake of leaving some of her limbs in the United States.

The Dark Lord himself held her hand and taught her how to Apparate.

It was as if he finally got his wish and became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher—although she was the only student, but she was so smart and so talented, she was enough to be worth a whole academy's idiots.

And she didn't know the horror of this world.

She didn't know anything about this strange magical world, and all this seemed so natural to her, as if it was a kind of etiquette to greet others with a lightning bolt that could kill people in the magical world.

She doesn't know anything.

But look at her, who is willing to tell her that everything is just darkness and abnormal?

Draco thought, but just looked at her back stupidly.

In just a few hours, this girl had captured his body and mind, and he had become a fish caught in her emerald lake-like eyes.

She was still wearing his robe. He looked at his robe and kept saying in his heart, "This is my robe."

As he thought about it, he actually simplified it to, "This is mine."

How he wished she was hers.

But the Dark Lord, he's so scary, he can get anything he wants.

The girl walked beside the Dark Lord, and he kept turning to look at her, just like Draco couldn't control his joy, like a child who got his most beloved thing.

Her smooth, white legs would keep brushing against the bottom of Draco's robe as she walked, because she was a girl who was not tall enough, and she hadn't fully grown up yet, although her face already had something between a woman and a child. Maturity in time, but the physical development is obviously lagging behind, with a little thinness that children who grow up too fast in puberty often have.

The robe seemed a bit too big for her. She rolled up the cuffs, but the neckline was still too big, and the green Muggle skirt she was wearing could be vaguely seen in her actions.

She looks so good in that dress.

The Dark Lord obviously noticed this too, and he said, "You're wearing Muggle clothes, that's not good. When we go back, we'll ask the tailors to come over and make some robes for you. Speaking of which, are you cold now?"

"My name is Vera, sir." She said without humility, "it's not cold, thank you, sir."

"Vera?"

When the Dark Lord chanted this name, he was in a daze.

After a while he said, "What's your last name?"

The girl stopped in her tracks, "Sir, I hope this is a secret." Her smile was so sweet that even the Dark Lord couldn't bear to refuse.

And then she laughed and said, "If Mister insists on giving me a surname to call me, why not call me Vera Riddle."

(Riddle is the meaning of riddle in English. It can usually be used to describe people or things like a mystery. Although she is very talented in magic, the heroine is still 14 years old in the second year of secondary school. However, this is also Voldemort Original surname, he was originally named Tom Riddle, so Voldemort is in a bit of a state of bewilderment now, but we must say, he is a little bit happier in bewilderment.)

The Dark Lord froze.

But he still said to her gently, "Then it will be as you wish. My dear lady, you will get everything you ask for."

She turned her head to the side, but after all, she just accepted all this with a smile.

After all, she is so beautiful, who would be willing to reject her?

Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, someone would try to get them for her.

The Dark Lord treated her carefully, as if he was trying to curry favor with her.

Draco stood back, finally waiting for those deep emerald eyes to look at him, and she smiled at him.

That smile seemed to say, I know you're there looking at me.I know.

Ah, it was all worth it in the end.

His father has not been favored by the Dark Lord these days. He was caught in Azkaban. Although he was managed to get out by some tricks later, he still could not appear in front of everyone in an open and aboveboard manner, and was also kept far away by the Dark Lord. Sent out to deal with some inexplicable things.

But in fact, even he knew that his father was just sent out to sell his family's property and exchange it for piles of Galleons and Sickles of Silver to support the Dark Lord's increasingly large expenses.

Dad did some very wrong things. He gave Harry Potter something important to the Dark Lord, and he also broke the prophecy ball that the Dark Lord wanted so much.

He had to get himself a Dark Mark, becoming one of the very few underage wizards to bear the Dark Mark to convince the Dark Lord of his family's loyalty.

Mom was in tears, but Aunt Bella was so excited, she said, "Regulus was also 16 years old."

The person who is supposed to be his uncle.

A more fitting Black than Sirius Black.

My house is too big. It was easy to say when there were eight house-elves before, but since my father gave Dobby freedom for some reason, the remaining house-elves met Bellatrix. This group of people also began to show fatigue.

The crispness of the girl's heels finally brought him back from his chaotic thoughts.

He stared at her, and finally realized that the girl in front of him was wearing a pair of snow-white half-heeled shoes.

The toes and heels were wrapped, and a large section of white and delicate skin was exposed between the soles of the feet and the heels. A circle of soft leather was buckled around her ankles, and everything about her looked so delicate.

She is so beautiful.

My father raised many snow-white peacocks in the yard. No one likes white peacocks, but when she walked among the group of white peacocks, everything changed.

Her footsteps were soft, and she was leading the way with the Dark Lord, who always seemed reluctant to have his feet on the ground, preferring to use a Levitation Charm to suspend himself within an inch of the ground. On the one hand, he was showing off his precise control over magic, on the other hand——Draco secretly guessed that this temporary body might not be very useful.

The peacocks were not disturbed by the two of them, and when she was walking, some male peacocks even opened their tails to her.

But she burst out laughing.

The Dark Lord asked her, "Why are you laughing?"

"A peacock's tail," she said. "Their tails are so pretty, but..." She laughed again, "That's not what a lady should say."

The Dark Lord, like Draco, didn't quite understand what she was saying.

He just stretched out his hand to her gently, "Come here, miss."

He tapped his wand in the air, and Draco was surprised to find that all the rooms of his mansion appeared in the air, "Miss, where do you want to live?"

"If you borrow one night," she said, "anywhere is fine, I am already very grateful..."

"No," he looked at her, "you can stay as long as you want."

The girl subconsciously took a step back.

The Dark Lord probably realized how wrong that sounded, saying, "Don't worry, miss, you're supposed to be here."

It just doesn't sound right anymore.

Her eyes flicked around quickly, pointing to a room with a rose painted on it. "This room."

Draco was a little surprised that the room was in the garden, in a place where there were no buildings at all.

But this house is so old, after so many years, how many things belonging to them have returned to silence?

He was the only child in the family, and he didn't know it.

"Okay, good boy." He smiled gratifyingly, "Now, show us your ability, boy, have you seen that bush of roses?"

His finger pointed far away to a bush of white roses in his courtyard.

They had been there for as long as Draco could remember, his father had pruned them lovingly, and not even the house elves had touched the rosebush, which was one of those strictly forbidden acts.

"Go, touch them, give them a drop of blood, and if they agree, it's your room."

The Dark Lord said softly, "A room that no one can enter except you."

She glanced at him, then nodded in agreement.

Before she got there, the bush of roses seemed to sense something, they swayed like a dance, and when they bloomed, it was an unusually strong fragrance.

The girl picked off a rose and pinned it in her hair.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, those roses actively delivered themselves to her fingertips, and the rose she picked still had small buds.

A thorn on the rose pricked her finger, and after the drop of blood came out, the rose bushes intertwined and overlapped each other in layers, and finally formed an arch made of white roses, with a flower wrapped around the doorknob. Rose.

The rose was covered with needle-like thorns.

She subconsciously dripped the blood from her fingertips onto the rose petals.

The rose withered quickly, and the door swung open with a sudden creak.

On the other side of the door was a room that even Draco didn't know about.

Behind the white rose, there was a secret room that even he didn't know about.

He heard the Dark Lord laugh with relief, "My dear lady, this is your room."

"They've been waiting for your return."

Draco was dazed.

Who is she?

No one knows her identity.

No, some people know, many people know, the Dark Lord knows, Bellatrix knows, my mother knows, what about my father, will my father also know who this girl is?

"It's late, maybe it's impolite, but can I go to bed now?" she asked bluntly. "I'm sorry to bother you, I'm going out tomorrow morning. I just need to stay for one night, all this is just an accident..."

"As you wish, my lady." The Dark Lord said softly. "You will have everything you ask for. And we will obey."

why?

Why would the Dark Lord speak like this?

Draco felt vaguely uneasy.

And apparently the same goes for girls.

She smiled and immediately entered the door.

And with a flash of the girl, the arch made of white roses disappeared quickly, and finally returned to a cluster of rare pure white roses under the moonlight. Only the rich fragrance in the air still reminded everyone that everything just now was not. hallucinations.

And the Dark Lord laughed, a rare smile, "Narcissa, take out the good wine collected by Malfoy's house, today is a rare good day."

Then he looked at him again, "Son, you can drink a little too." He said condescendingly, "After all, you deserve it."

Yes, reward me with my own wine.

Draco thought to himself, but still nodded respectfully, "It's my honor, Master."

And the aroma of that white rose seemed to be the last thing the girl had left tonight.

Draco lay in bed, thinking he was asleep, but he wasn't.

He fanatically thought about everything about the girl he met tonight, her deep emerald eyes, her brilliant blond hair, her slender wrists and ankles, the touch of her smooth skin.

However, in the early morning of the second day, a little bit of gray and white just emerged from the sky, and the corners of his eyes were black and black, but he got up full of fanaticism.

He had never been given a love potion before, but even if he swallowed the largest amount of love potion in one breath, the effect would be no more than that. He got up.

When he arrived in the garden, he was full of satisfaction and thought, so early, I'm afraid she hasn't woken up yet.

Only to find that someone was already there in the yard, sitting in front of the fountain, reading a book.

The girl's long golden hair was scattered on the emerald robe, and the emerald color was as deep as her eyes.

"Good morning, Draco," she said, still wearing a rose in full bloom in her hair, just not the one from last night.

"Good morning, Vera." He almost bit his tongue, but said, "Where did you find the robe?"

The girl raised a heavy book in her hand to him, and the magic book was awakened suddenly, and she began to babble, "As a witch, you should..."

"Shh, shh..." the girl coaxed it softly, "Shhh."

At the same time, she touched the spine of the book, and it calmed down after a while, and began to snore in her hand.

It was an etiquette book, and Draco remembered having several of them as a child, though he had always hated their chatter.But he had to stay with them.

"The one in that room." She said, carefully placing the book in her hand on the side of the fountain pool, "There is everything a girl needs in there, just the clothes on me, you call it There are probably hundreds or thousands of robes. I thought it was just a few drawers, but when I opened it, I found that I could even get in. The drawers were as big as a room, and there were layers of these robes inside. .and I opened the closet door, only to find that it led directly to a bathroom."

She admired and looked at him with shining eyes, "Is this the power of magic?"

No, it's not just the power of magic, but also the power of money.

Draco thought about it, but he still didn't say it, he just nodded, "Yes, magic can fold the space."

"How wonderful, I really like this kind of life." She smiled, "I really envy you, you can live on the premise of understanding magic since you were a child..."

And the voice of the Dark Lord came over there, "You can too, my dear lady, regard me as your teacher, and I will also regard you as my most proud disciple, I will teach you all the mysteries of magic With you, everything you want to know about this world, I will explain it to you with magic. Come on, miss, become my proudest and most satisfied disciple, and there will be nothing in this world to stop our desire."

Draco tensed subconsciously, and the girl next to him did the same.

"Can you save a person's life?" the girl asked.

"My dear lady." The Dark Lord laughed, "My dearest lady, your question is so innocent that it moved me, the world of magic is so wonderful, you will discover the greatest secret of life, Your soul shall be immortal, and your body shall be immortal."

The girl seemed to be charmed by his words, but she still maintained her final sobriety, "Tell me, tell me if what you said is true, is there no lie in what you said?"

"My lady," the Dark Lord approached them, speaking a very seductive and seductive language in a whisper-like tone, "Look at me, my lady, my soul has been split, my body has been destroyed , but my dearest lady, I still exist in this world, follow me, obey me, and you will be with me."

"Teach me, guide me, and enable me to get what I want, just as you promised me today."

The blond girl answered him as if reciting poetry, the tone and diction of the two of them were so similar that Draco, who was caught in the middle, couldn't help but tremble.

"My dear lady, become my disciple, and I will teach you everything about the dark world, and the stars of the universe will eventually shine for us. The world scorns everything I teach as black magic, but pure darkness and pure It is as fascinating as the light of man, it absorbs everything and contains everything, it assimilates everything with itself; and they call those useless spells in their hands white magic, but white will be changed when it meets any color, and they will be forever There is no real light."

"Darkness is more powerful than light. As long as you follow me, we will eventually bring absolute darkness to this world."

Draco shuddered, suddenly realizing the reason for Bellatrix's obsession with the Dark Lord.

His words, his manners, if he wants to, he can drag a person to hell between words.

What's more, it is said that when he was young, he had a convincing appearance.

Whether the girl in front of him would become such a crazy woman, Draco didn't know.

But, the girl in front of me.

Her blond hair shone in the morning sun, her eyes were like rippling green lake water, her light pink moist lips opened and closed, indirectly revealing her pearl-like white, neat and small teeth, she said, "Then , you got me, sir, you will be my teacher, you will be my follower, as long as you give me everything I want according to your promise, then I will be your most loyal follower."

Draco was a little desperate, he wanted to say, "No, don't promise him."

But he dared not.

However, at this time, the girl's lips opened and closed again, "But sir, you will only be my husband, you will be my teacher, but I will never call you the same as your other followers. Master. Sir, I respect you and admire your ability, but if my will cannot be my own, then I cannot guarantee that my loyalty to you will not be changed by anything."

She was referring to the other followers of the Dark Lord, the Death Eaters.

But the Dark Lord was not angry, he just said gently, "As you wish, my dearest, dearest lady."