HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Harry sent a letter with the word "TIME."

At breakfast the next day he got a reply, "Pig's Head Bar."

No time was written.

Harry's heart beat faster, and he finally ran to seek Dumbledore's opinion. When he went, Regulus happened to be in Dumbledore's office. He subconsciously looked at the map before entering the door. There were two people on the map All that is shown is "Talk".

He subconsciously pressed his ear to the door, and heard Regulus say, "Professor, I just hope she lives."

Dumbledore said, "Regulus, you know she is on the wrong track."

"Her path is as simple as it is complex," Regulus said. "She's a spoiled little girl, Professor, who just needs someone to show her the way."

"You and she are twins, the same age." Dumbledore said afterwards, "But I think you are different from her."

"Professor, I can't show you that book."

"why?"

"That is the rule of our family. If you open that book, you will know the secret of our family. At that time, we need to use death to keep that secret."

"Son, if you still stubbornly refuse to release the contents of that book to the public, then your life will never change!"

"Professor, I came here today just to ask you to promise to take me and Harry to meet my sister. I promise that as long as I am present, she will not do anything outrageous. Professor, I risk my life Guaranteed, my sister will not threaten Harry Potter's life, and I am willing to make an unbreakable oath with you and her, we will never tell anyone the location of that house, so, Professor, Promise her, let her pass! If you are not willing to give her a place on your side, then she will only stand by that person forever!"

When Regulus got emotional, he didn't make his voice too loud.

"Why do you think she's going to do something out of the ordinary? Son, why?"

"Because nothing ever goes her way," Regulus said, "Professor, people always do things according to her ideas, and she never gets what she wants. Professor, I and She grew up together, I can feel what she wants to do all these years, she doesn't just want to see our father's house, you and I both know that my sister can't just do it for such a simple thing..."

"What do you think she is for? Children?"

Regulus paused for a while, "Professor," he said, "I don't know." He said softly, "Professor, since she knew I was going to die, she has stopped telling me many things. I can sense Something is wrong, but I don't know what is wrong. I know she has other plans, but I don't know what she is going to do."

then.

He said, "Professor, I know that I don't have much time to live, and my mother doesn't have much time, but if I don't take good care of her and teach her something in this limited time, she may never be able to live again." Learned those things! Professor!"

"Give me that book, please," said Dumbledore. "If we had that book, we might be able to find a way to keep you from..."

"Professor, I can give you my life, but not that book." Regulus rejected Dumbledore again.He said, "Professor, if you are so persistent, forget it."

But then he said softly, "But, Professor, I think you should somehow know that if my sister wants to get close to Harry, you should stop her."

"Why?" asked Dumbledore, "Why should I prevent her from approaching Harry?"

long silence.

"Professor, you do know," he said, "if you don't want anything to happen to Harry, you should keep her from approaching him."

Then there was the sound of the door lock turning.

He probably wanted to come out.

Harry took a few steps back, and smiled at him when he opened the door, "Regulus!"

He felt that the degree of exaggeration he was exaggerating now was probably a bit like Draco yelling Harry Potter at him that day.

The other party smiled at him, and then left.

Dumbledore was still sitting in his seat, but Harry rarely saw him sighing.

"Professor," he said, trying to pretend he hadn't heard what had just happened, "Professor, she's in the Hog's Head."

"Harry," Dumbledore called to him, "do you really think we should take her?"

"Professor." Harry looked at him imploringly. "She has the right to know what her father's house looks like. She was supposed to grow up there."

Dumbledore looked at him. "Are you vouching for her, child?"

"I don't believe Sirius' daughter is evil," said Harry.

Dumbledore finally chose to agree, and he took the boy out of the campus to the Pig's Head Bar.

Harry saw her as soon as they entered.

The entire Pig's Head Bar seemed particularly quiet. There were not many people in it at first, but now, even the owner of the Pig's Head Bar was watching her while polishing a shiny glass.

The shiny glass in his hand was in stark contrast to the grayness behind him.

She was so beautiful, her robe was taken off and folded on a chair beside her, revealing a neat white shirt and black trousers. Narrower.The long golden hair has grown a lot, and it is all tied into a ponytail, which is tied high behind the head.There is a shiny silver hairband on it, the hairband is very long, after a bow is tied on her hair, the lower end is still as long as her hair, and pearls and black gemstones are dropped at the bottom end, following her The movement will shake slightly.

She was sitting there with a crystal goblet in front of her, which contained a green liquid, and a cherry was floating in the liquid.

Among other things, the glass was obviously not from the store, because under normal circumstances there should be many inexplicable stains on it, but Harry looked at the unusually shiny goblet in the bartender's hand again, and he A little unsure.

Her shiny blond hair and undisguised face are so conspicuous that it's unbelievable.

The door of the Pig's Head Bar creaked open and then creaked shut.

There was a little ripple in the wine glass in front of her. She turned her head and stood up with a smile. "Good morning, Harry."

It was as if she hadn't seen Dumbledore behind Harry at all.

Dumbledore stared at her blonde hair, and after a while, "Your hair grows so fast."

She shook her head and grabbed the end of her hair, "That's not a good story, Professor." She walked towards them, her fingers kept tugging at a lock of her hair, "Professor, why did you come together?"

"Because my request doesn't seem to you an easy one," she asked herself. "It's not my father's, and it's not Harry's, at least not now, is it, Professor?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, he was just thinking.

The girl stood about five feet away from the two of them, watching them intently.

And everyone in the bar was watching her every move.

Until suddenly there was a crisp sound like something breaking, everyone looked at the boss, but it turned out that the boss broke his only clean cup.

The bar owner cleared his throat, "Sorry."

When Harry regained consciousness again, she had let go of her hand holding her hair, and she said, "Professor, if you don't believe me, you can make an unbreakable oath with me, and if I break it, I will Will die for it, so, are you satisfied?"

She took a few more steps toward the two of them, almost face to face with Harry, who suddenly smelled a very faint scent of roses that seemed to emanate from her.

"Harry, you can be our witness."

"Miss," Harry heard Dumbledore say, "Which side are you on?"

"Muggles have a story, Harry probably knows." The girl walked out of the bar. "It's about a bat."

"There was a battle between the birds and the beasts, and the bat appeared, and it joined the birds first, because it could fly," she said, pulling up her robe, it was still cold outside, "and then it joined the beasts. , because it looks like a mouse."

"But, you know, bats are mammals to Muggles," she said, looking at Harry, "so they're not birds, because they're beasts."

"But I don't think so, Professor." She looked at Dumbledore again. "Why can't the bat be itself? It can fly, because no beast can fly, so it is not a beast. It gives itself like a mouse." It nurses its children, so it is not a bird, because no bird nurses its own children."

"You can see me as a bat."

"You must join a side, miss," said Dumbledore.

"Not everyone in the magic world supports him, and not everyone supports you, professor, and there are some people who don't choose either side."

"If the bat doesn't think it's a bird but stays among the birds, all that awaits it is death," Dumbledore said, "because the rest of the birds will think it's a traitor."

"Then let's wait until the day when the birds execute it." She looked at him. "Professor, people can die for their ideals, but they don't have to die for them."

She came forward, "Professor, you can swear to me that I will never reveal the secret of that house." She then added, "Even if I already know."

"you……"

She pleaded again, "Professor, that's my father's house. If he dies, according to ordinary rules, he should belong to his cousin, and he is the oldest one, but he doesn't. So, the house should be There is his will, and if he has a will, the house must belong to his most beloved godson, Harry Potter. But if it is just a house, professor, you will never be so nervous." She said straight Looking straight at him, "Professor, if it was related to my life, he would never force me to say it."

"He is willing to let you go out alone, he does not send anyone to follow you, child, he trusts you very much! Then have you thought about it? Child, why does he trust you so much! Child! Why does he trust you!"

"The truth is right in front of you," the girl said calmly, "I am a Slytherin."

"But your parents are from Gryffindor," Dumbledore reminded her.

The girl sighed, "Professor, I am a real Slytherin. I am arrogant and shrewd. I hate failure and pursue victory. I judge the situation and do whatever means to achieve my goal. Since I was a baby, I only like green, silver and black." Three colors, I feel dazzling when I see red, and I think people who like red are fools. Professor, I am more like a Slytherin than my parents. I don’t support Gryffindor because I think courage is useless I don't support Ravenclaw, because I think it's stupid to focus too much on one thing, and as for Hufflepuff," she said arrogantly, "I often forget that stupid people exist. .”

"But you don't support pure-bloods," said Dumbledore, "you don't support his ideas."

"Yes, Professor, it's stupid to pursue blood too much, and it's a stupid thing to pursue anything too much. Slytherin pursued blood to the point of inbreeding, and in the end his children were stupid and rude, and even looked strange. The girl said, "But if we one-sidedly think that pure blood has no benefits, it is obviously wrong. On the premise that both parents are wizards, it can indeed reduce the possibility of their children being squibs. And the stronger the magic ability Parents, children's magical abilities will also become stronger. This is the benefit of pursuing bloodlines, just like beautiful racing dogs can produce more beautiful and outstanding offspring that meet their owners' pursuit."

"He went too far in pursuit of pure blood, but he himself is not a pure blood." The girl said seriously, "But to be honest, if he is not a mixed blood, judging from Slytherin's long-term consanguineous marriages..." She raised her eyebrows, "The IQ of Goyle and Clark..."

The girl brushed her long hair again, "The biggest problem in the wizarding world is not the pursuit of pure blood, but the marriage of close relatives." She lowered her head, "Professor, I stayed on his side, and I just feel that everyone I see is like me." I have a kinship relationship. The number of wizards is not dominant in the first place, and the so-called pure-blood families are becoming less and less. If we continue to pursue pure-blood families in such a one-sided manner, in the end, we may only have the same path as the Gunter family. Low fertility And a deadly genetic disease will ruin everything, he killed all the half-blood wizards now, and then he will kill all the Muggles, what will he have left after that? Crazy as stupid as the Gaunts And Squibs?"

"Crazy people always kill themselves. I sometimes feel that we just have to wait," she said, taking a small purse from her robe pocket, and from the small purse a large ornate white fox fur shawl. "Professor , it's really cold outside, can we quickly end our argument?"

"What do you want, miss?" Dumbledore looked at her.

She shook off the shawl and surrounded herself. Her face was extremely white, but her lips were as red as roses. "Professor, I don't belong to him, but I don't belong to you either."

"If you insist that I approach you because I want to work for him," she turned, "thank you very much for your time today."

Harry subconsciously wanted to grab her wrist, but he didn't expect that Dumbledore's hand was faster than his.