HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Will you show me something special, Tom?" Madam put down her teacup, turned her head sideways, her long blond hair slid from her shoulders to her chest, slightly rippling.Her green eyes seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made people want to hide away, but made people want to keep watching.

She was different from the other clients Platinum Blog had sent him to meet. She was too beautiful, too young, completely different from what he had imagined, and also completely different from his other aging clients.

She had many admirers, and that was the source of her husband's anger.

At the same time, it also shows that she is loved, she does not need an extra person to love herself, she already has enough love.

False admiration fails to impress her.

She is different from others.

Her husband is incomprehensibly jealous, no, not incomprehensibly, she is so beautiful.

He knew he couldn't please her like he did with other old women, and this lady would be quite difficult to please.

She folded her hands on her knees, "Open your suitcase."

Tom put the box on his lap, and he tapped his box with his wand, "I will bring you something interesting today..." She came over, stood in front of the sofa where he was sitting and looked at him After a while, he raised his head, still holding the stupid silver cup in his hand, "This cup can make all the wine contained in it more mellow..."

But just in time, he saw the lady show a sweet smile, and he saw that the black spot on her ear that had been bothering him was actually a very dark amethyst.

The color is so dark that it looks black from a distance.

Immediately, she took a few more steps and sat on the couch where he was sitting.So close to him that he could smell a wonderful fragrance coming from her.

He felt a little sunken beside him, and immediately, the lady held his hand.

His heart was pounding, the hand was smoother and softer than he imagined, she raised his hand in front of her, "Tom."

Her fingers carefully touched his ring, touching the huge but rough black gemstone on it.Turning his hand to see better.

The gold ring he stripped from his uncle's hand was so rough that it was even a bit vulgar.

But it's important, very important.

"You brought me something very interesting." She looked at the stone and the ring intently. He was a little nervous and wanted to withdraw his hand, but she looked at his ring like this, looking Looking at his fingers, all this seemed to give him a supreme honor.

She let go of his finger. "Don't use it," she said, "it will cause you pain."

His heart skipped a beat, but her green eyes remained unmoved, as if what she said just now was just his hallucination.

"Ma'am..." he said unconsciously, and understood why few people in the entire wizarding world would call her Mrs. Malfoy.

She doesn't belong with that person.

She doesn't belong with that person.

"Son." She let go of his hand. "Give me something interesting. Don't show me glasses that make wine drink better, or gold jewelry that sings, and don't show me something interesting." I watch stuff that's boring and just curses." She stood up, her blond hair dangling in the air, shining even more on her black robe.

He wanted to reach out and touch that blonde hair.

Like that, smooth, straight, beautiful blond hair.

She sat back in her seat, took another sip from her teacup, "Tom, show me something interesting."

She tilted her head, as if coquettishly, "An interesting thing like that ring on your hand, I want something like that."

But this... His remaining willpower stopped him from losing control.

"Ma'am," he said, "Anything interesting in Mr. Platinum's store will be delivered to you as soon as possible."

"Because I always give him a good price," she sighed. "Tom, I'm never short of money."

It's true, Mr. Platinum sent her husband an astronomical bill every month. He glanced at it last month and found that it said five thousand gold Jialong, and she only wanted one thing.

"I don't know what kind of things you like," he said. "I haven't been here long, madam, and I don't know your taste."

She laughed. "I see, Tom," she stood up. "Come here and let me show you my collection."

Her black robe probably has the magic of automatically cleaning the folds, and there is no trace of it when she stands up.

She walked in front of him, her robe was not messed up, and it hung neatly on her calves. Her calves were bare, slender and fair, and she was wearing a pair of dark green satin shoes inlaid with gold. The heels were about three inches high, long and thin. , above which are golden vines.Vines spread from the heel and curl around the toe.

Those shoes were like his heart, densely surrounded by flexible vines, tortured.

However, when walking on the thick carpet, the heels of the shoes are completely buried in the carpet, and there is no sound when walking.

She was a very clever witch, and doors opened silently wherever she went, she didn't use a spell, and he didn't even see her wand.

She stopped suddenly and turned to look at him.

She just reached the height of his shoulders, which is the most suitable height for hugging. He can hug her, press her head to his chest, and rest his chin on the top of her head. What exactly is the scent.

He was thinking about it distractedly, but he still paid attention and didn't bump into her.

"come in."

He is very obedient.

This is a basement. Unlike most wizards, she likes bright and dry places. This room is particularly bright, probably due to the use of some kind of magic.

She took off her robe and put it aside.

The lining of the robe was sapphire blue, which probably had something to do with her graduation from Ravenclaw College. After unbuttoning it, he could see that she was wearing a dark green silk Muggle dress under the knee. Just enough to be covered by his own robe.

She was dressed as a Muggle woman.

And the style fits perfectly.

The blonde hair is draped over the dark green silk, this color is really beautiful.

"I just went to the Muggles." She seemed to be able to read his thoughts. "Muggles are sometimes very interesting."

She pointed him to the hanger.He motioned for him to take off his robe as well.

"Come on," she pointed to him, "see that lion? It's called the Lion of Truth. Put your hand into his mouth. If you lie, it will bite off your finger. "

"But the things I find most interesting are not here. He doesn't like the things I like, so I have to hide." She tapped the wall with her wand, "Come, follow me. Let me show you what I like s things."

An arch appeared in the wall, and inside was a small dark room. He understood why she asked him to take off his coat. The room was so small that two people could barely stand. There is a large cabinet with many small drawers on the ceiling, and on the right is a huge glass cabinet.

The gap between the two cabinets was barely enough for the two of them to stand.

There are very few things in the glass cabinet, but it can be seen that there is a bit of indescribable magical power.

They are a necklace made of huge gemstones of various colors, a small mirror that is buckled upside down, a small golden whistle, and a silver flower, and a huge silver box carved with the words The vine-like pattern is inlaid with a large number of gemstones.

He first expressed his great interest in the mirror that was turned backwards.

"This mirror will allow you to see the person you most want to see."

She said, taking out the mirror, "Do you want to try it?"

He politely declined.

Immediately, his sight was attracted by the huge gemstone necklace, which was a very magical chain, with snow-white pearls, transparent crystals, red agate... the whole chain was covered with gemstones of different colors and textures. Huge gem.

"Wear gloves if you want to touch it," she bade him, "and don't touch the chain with your fingers."

As she said this, she held a finger-sized emerald and pulled up the chain with one free hand. She even lowered her head and kissed the bead quickly, but then she raised her head again, like It's just that nothing happened.

The chain is almost full of beads, yet there is still a little space where you can see the chain itself.

It was a golden chain that didn't match the gems hanging on it. It was as simple as a thread, and it was so slender that it couldn't bear the weight at all and was about to break.

You have no idea what this chain is for.

When she pulled the chain up, the beads collided with each other, making a pleasant crisp sound.

"This chain will turn everyone who touches it into a bead on it," she whispered.

As she spoke, she let go of her hand again, and the beads fell onto the plate. Immediately, she picked up the small golden whistle, "This is a little gadget that came out recently..."

She suddenly turned her head and grabbed the crystal ball on the table in front of her. He kept his mouth shut until she seemed to have discovered something, "He's back."

She was a little annoyed, "He shouldn't have come back so early." She said, "Follow me!"

She went outside, wrapped the wizard's robe tightly around her body, pulled her long hair out of the robe, and combed it twice with a comb. Tom followed her obediently. The house elf had already rushed over, still holding his box in his hand, "Ma'am, the master is back."

"You did a good job." She praised it, "Take the guests away."

She wrapped her robe a little more tightly around her body, and when she looked back at him, her face pale and without a smile, she said, "Come on, Tom, go before he comes."

The house-elf led him ahead.

"Why should I leave when the master comes back?" he asked it.

"Master doesn't like Madam meeting guests alone." The other party said in the overly respectful tone that elves often have, "Mr. Platinum was thrown out by the master last time."

He was silent for a while, still carrying the box and following behind the elf.

"Does master always do that?"

"No, Mr. Platinum has been here many times. The master is usually not angry with him, but last time he sat a little closer to the lady when he showed his wife something. It happened that the master came back. The master was very angry. The lady called him Don't be angry, the master said that although Mr. Platinum was not very good, he was still a man, so he threw Mr. Platinum out of the manor."

The elves are still like this, they can't speak complex long sentences, they can only use a few broken short sentences to narrate, their intelligence is far behind their magical ability.

He changed his hand from his suitcase, and raised his hand with the ring in front of him, and she touched his hand.

She raised this hand in front of her and looked at it repeatedly.

Her husband doesn't know.

He smiled and clenched his hands tightly as if he had gotten some treasure.