HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Child!" Dumbledore took her by the wrist. "I met your grandmother and her brother, I met your great-grandmother and her brother, I even took classes with your great-great-grandmother and her brother..."

"They are all dead." Vera turned her head, "I will die too, just like you, just like everyone else."

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Face death bravely, Professor, death is the only thing that is fair to all."

"But you are only 14 years old. Your brother is also only 14 years old, and one of you is destined to die this year." Dumbledore looked at her, "Your brother has only a few months to live, you really don't want to save him ?”

"Professor." She looked at him. "That person is pursuing eternal life. Do you think eternal life is impossible?"

"Eternal life is ridiculous, but a short life like your family's is not normal either!"

"No, I mean, professor," the girl looked at him, "our life is eternity in another sense."

"Humans use reproduction to maintain their own genetic continuity. Professor, you may not understand what Muggles mean by genes, so let me tell you that human life is short from an individual point of view, and 100 years is already a long time. It's a long time, but if you have a child, a part of you stays in her or him, he is your double, he is a part of you, if he lives, a part of you lives, you die , but a part of you is still alive. Individually you will age and die, but from a human genetic point of view you are immortal. Professor, I will die before my child is 15 years old, but my child Will live, live with a part of me, I may die, but I am immortal, because I have children, unless my descendants disappear, but as long as my brothers and sisters, even my parents Brothers, sisters and descendants are in this world, and I have not disappeared, because I belong to the whole more than as an individual."

She spoke a long, long speech.

Harry didn't even get it a little bit.

He wondered if Dumbledore understood.Dumbledore had always seemed to him to know everything with confidence.Yet everything she said was about genes.This is pure Muggle stuff.Wizards will not know.

"Come here, child, and let me show you where your father grew up." Dumbledore said softly.

"I'm glad you're willing to take me, Professor," she said, "but to prevent any unnecessary problems, please let Harry be our witness, and let me swear to you that the place I have arrived today, I will never disclose his address to anyone in any way." She immediately erected four iron walls around herself, imprisoned herself, Dumbledore and Harry, and asked Dumbledore to cast the spell again .

In the end, she got her wish and cast a spell with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's dark blue eyes looked at her deeply, as if he was about to cry.

He took her hand, "Let me take you there, kid."

"You take Harry Potter there first. It's obviously inconvenient to take two people with you at the same time, and it's obviously not right for me to be able to act alone." The girl refused him.

She is determined not to participate in all this.thought Harry.

Regulus always said that his sister was a spoiled child, but Harry couldn't see it. He felt that among the spoiled children was Dali, of course, followed by Draco. He really couldn't see anything about her like any of them, except that she also had long pale blonde hair.

"I will stand here and wait for you to come back." She took a step back, "I hope you will not take me to Azkaban, although I have always wanted to see the cell where my father stayed for more than ten years .” There was no smile on her face.

She said, "Although I know you have a good reason to send me there."

"You are only fourteen," said Dumbledore, "you have a long life ahead..."

She made a please gesture.

Dumbledore took Harry's hand, and Harry felt his fingers tremble.

That long-lost feeling swept over again, Harry felt as if he had been squeezed and destroyed, and he still didn't recover for a while after Dumbledore let go of his hand.

"Harry, you go in first," said Dumbledore, "you go in first."

Harry nodded and magically opened the door.

Before he recovered his emotions, he didn't close the door. When Vera and Dumbledore came in, before he had time to warn the other party, her crisp voice broke the calm, "Is this right? Professor?"

The sleeping monster Walburga was awakened.

Her roar broke the calm, "Go away, you half-blood! How dare you defile my ancestor's house! You..."

The sound stopped when she saw Vera.

She bent down excitedly, "Are you my granddaughter?"

The tone suddenly calmed down.

"I know you, they say you look exactly like that woman from the Malfoy family." Walburga said softly, "You really are exactly the same..."

Willa came back to her senses and stared at each other. Harry was sure that there was a bit of disbelief in this look, and she asked, "Are you Sirius Black's mother, Ma'am?"

"Yes, I'm Walburga Black." Harry had never imagined that Sirius' mother would have such an indescribably gentle voice, and she roared at Harry and the others in their normal state.

"I am Sirius Black's daughter, my mother is Christina Malfoy, and I am an illegitimate daughter." The girl saluted her, "Hello, ma'am."

"Call me grandma." Walbuja looked at her. "You look like your grandmother. I remember her... You look exactly like her... They say you have an older brother, don't you? His name is Regulus right?"

"Yes, husband..." said Vera, "Grandmother, he is using the name of your youngest son."

Walburga was very satisfied with this, but still a little arrogant, "I don't like your grandfather very much, what's his name," she tried to think, "he was cruel to his wife, no, not that Your grandmother, she was his second wife, I mean his first..."

But Vera bowed to her again, "Ma'am, I will come to visit you again when I have the opportunity." Her shining eyes fixed on her, "I want to see your sons—my father, and your Ray Where Gullus grew up."

She watched her grandmother salute again, "I am very interested in my father's family."

Her pose was beautiful, and as soon as she stretched out her hand to untie the extremely wide white fox fur shawl around her, Walburga shouted, "Kreacher! Come out! Kreacher, we have guests!"

Kreacher has always obeyed this master.Even if she is just a portrait now.

He walked out slowly, but when he saw Vera, he bent down respectfully, "Mrs. Malfoy."

"She is the young lady of our family, she is the daughter of Sirius! Her father..." Walburga muttered something in his mouth, "Kreacher, although the lady's name is not on the family tree, you need Follow all orders from the lady!"

Kreacher bowed, he had never bowed to Harry like this, respectfully, quietly.

The two long ears directly touched the ground.

Vera handed Kreacher her white fox fur shawl.

Kreacher took a step back. "Miss," he said firmly, "please never insult a house-elf with clothes."

"He'll think you've humiliated him," Harry explained in a low voice.

"So, don't wizards do their own laundry?" she laughed.

"No," said Walburga, "Kreacher, hang up the dress for the lady!"

"Kreacher," the girl said softly, "hang up the shawl for me."

Kreacher seemed to have suddenly regained his youth, "Yes, miss!"

She then unbuttoned her robe and handed it to Kreacher. "Hang up, Kreacher."

"Yes! Miss!" Kreacher started to run, and Harry could swear he had never seen him move so fast.

The girl walked into the house step by step, the dark corridor, the worn wallpaper, everything was dirty and dark.

She looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked Harry, "Is the Black family...poor?"

"No..." said Harry, a little ashamed, "it's just that it...was abandoned for a while, so that's how it is."

Willa looked down calmly for a while, and said, "Harry, my mother is very rich, and that wealth is not from the Malfoy family, but from her mother's generation. If you need repairs, you can directly Tell me that she opened an account for me and my brother at Gringotts, and we can use all the money in it directly."

"No, the house is in my name now..." Harry blushed, "but it was originally your father's house..."

"No, Harry," the girl said softly, "take it, come to me if you need anything, it's my father's house, but he left it to you, it's yours." She looked His green eyes looked very quiet and beautiful in the dark, "Harry, he loves you. We always want to give what is ours to the one we love, Harry, keep it, but make it better .”

"This house is now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix," said Dumbledore, "it would not be safe if people were always coming and going."

"Change the wallpaper and carpet, and clean everything up, Professor." The girl turned her head to look at him, "I want to see what the house my father grew up in looked like."

She looked at Dumbledore, "It looks so indecent now."

After all, she is a pampered lady.

She was, Harry thought, a true pure-blood lady adorned with gems, silks and furs.

While he didn't appreciate pure-blood parenting, she was undeniably good.

"Yes! How indecent!" cried Volbachia.

Although her drooling yellow face is also very unseemly.

Vera wore lambskin boots with about three inches of heel. Every step she took, she walked directly through the rotten cobweb-like ground and stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound. It was completely different from all the people who walked carefully before, but Wo La Erbuja didn't growl loudly.

Not only that, since Walburga woke up the rest of the portraits, they all said to her in a very excited but trying to maintain a dignified manner, "I am your great-grandfather." "I am your grandfather." "I It was your great-grandmother."

……

The sound came and went.

The girl turned around at the stairs and glanced at Harry and Dumbledore. Dumbledore quickly walked up to her, followed Dumbledore up the stairs, and she followed him up the stairs. She couldn't help but take a step back when she saw the pile of heads from the elf, and almost missed Harry's arms.

Harry felt her shake twice, and quickly reached out to support her.

"That's...really, isn't it?" She held Harry's hands and said nervously, Harry was immersed in the scent of roses in her hair, and she didn't answer for a while, then she turned her head, "Haha profit?"

He couldn't help but blush a little.

"Yes." He repeated, "Yes."

As if this could cover up his inadequacy.