HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Finally, the meal, which was very rich for others, but almost tortured for Vera, was over.

Harry felt like he couldn't move anymore.

They sat on the sofa for a while after eating and chatted with each other for a while.

Mrs. Weasley liked Vera very much, and kept asking her all kinds of questions, concluding, "You're too thin, boy, you eat too little, you should eat more. Like your father."

Vera politely asked her if she would help her clean up the kitchen herself.

Mrs. Weasley shook her head, told her to talk to others more, and stood up by herself to go to the kitchen to tidy up.

After eating too much, everyone was a little drowsy, and the fire in the fireplace made the house very warm. After Mrs. Weasley left, Vera, Fleur, and Tonks began to talk continuously.

Tonks and Fleur were originally competitors. Everyone knew that Mrs. Weasley hoped that she and her son Bill would get together, although it didn't work out later.

Now the relationship between the three people is actually good, especially the other two people are now in a period of passionate love.The topic of love is endless.

Although Harry was sure Vera was the only girl among them who wasn't dating someone else.

But Vera was very good at this kind of conversation—speaking of being popular, she was probably more likeable than the other two put together.

So both Fleur and Tonks were clearly enjoying the conversation.

As the two parties involved in the topic, Bill and Lupine stood up from the sofa and went outside to talk. It is said that although Bill did not become a werewolf, he has recently started to like eating raw meat with blood. There is a lot more common language.

Dumbledore sat aside and closed his eyes, wondering if he had fallen asleep.

And Harry was leaning on the sofa almost falling asleep.

Vera talked to the girls again, gave Harry a little push, and after Harry opened his sleepy eyes, said, "Harry, I have to go back before dinner, and then I Can I see my father's room?"

As soon as she said these words, Harry's whole body perked up, which was what he had been waiting for.

He stood up and said excitedly, "Then I'll take you there."

Dumbledore also opened his eyes, and he looked more energetic than Harry.

As they went up the stairs, Harry's heart beat faster and faster, until finally he pushed open the door of Sirius' room, revealing the bright red decorations inside.

He thought excitedly that she would know what a great man her father was, a Gryffindor, a…

……

The girl giggled, and gently pointed to the posters of several Muggle girls in swimsuits on the wall of Sirius, "I think it will be very interesting if my mother sees this."

Harry blushed again.

"Although I know he did it to rebel against his parents." She smiled and turned her head to look around the room, which was dusty and covered with cobwebs. She turned her head to look at Harry and Dumbledore, "I Can you do a little cleaning? Wipe the dust off the table and glass, and dust off the quilt or something?"

With permission, she waved her wand, and from the tip of her wand several small whirlwinds flew straight along the wall, knocking down cobwebs and dust.

"Why can you use magic?" Harry finally said, "Why can you use magic outside of school as a minor?"

"You can, too, Harry," she said softly, "as long as there are other adult wizards around, unless you've done something so dire that they have to and have a reason to check your wand." She curled her lips. , "They have no way of judging your age when you cast the spell."

It was as if it was Dobby who was casting the spell, but it was Harry who was sent to the Ministry of Magic in the end.

They can't judge who is using magic, they can only judge based on who is in the place at that time.

The quilt automatically flew up from the bed, the window was opened, and a gust of cold wind came in, refreshing and stirring up the dust in the room, as well as a faint musty smell from the quilt.

Harry tried not to cough.

Immediately, the quilt flew out of the window, beating himself outside, and Kreacher rolled and crawled up, "It's all Kreacher's fault, to let the young lady clean up the house herself..."

"Kreacher." Vera said, "This house is too big, and you are only one person, so don't blame yourself too much."

The house-elf cried bitterly at her feet, "Master doesn't need to be so kind to Kreacher..."

She reached out to help Kreacher up, her white and delicate fingers formed a stark contrast with Kreacher's rough wrinkled hands. "Get up, Kreacher, is the list ready?"

"Yes, miss." Kreacher took out a neatly folded piece of parchment from under his rag.

He looked at her expectantly, "Will Miss come over? Does Miss want to live in this room? Miss..."

"No," she took the paper, "no, Kreacher, I'm not coming back."

Kreacher hung her head in disappointment, and tears began to flow like taps from his big ugly eyes, so she glanced at Harry and Dumbledore, "Maybe I will, once in a while, come back?"

"This is your father's house..." said Dumbledore, and Harry immediately went on, "You can come back anytime, Vera, this is your home."

"Okay, Kreacher," she gently reached out and stroked his head, "I'll be back when I'm free, but now," she called the quilt back from the window, "help me tidy up this room, okay?" ?”

Kreacher's eyes widened, Harry didn't even think it was that crazy, "Yes, yes, I will, miss!"

Kreacher, who was not so crazy, appeared to be in a much better temper.

Vera turned around and stared at the photo of the foursome on the wall for a long time. "This is my father," she said softly, running her fingers across Sirius' face, who ducked back as if ticklish, before flashing a bolder smile at her.

Harry couldn't help laughing.

She touched James with her finger, and when James shrank back, Sirius held him down to prevent him from dodging. She turned her head to look at Harry, "You really look like your father."

Harry walked over and tried to take the picture off for her, but couldn't. "A sticking charm," Vera said softly, "but if you want to take it off, I think I I can still pick it up for you.”

"No," said Harry, "I want to give it to you."

"No," said the girl, "no need."

Her finger tapped lightly on the photo, "This is my father, this is your father, this is our father, Harry, let them stay here, in the house my father lived in when he was young, He ran away from this house at 15, this home wasn't that important to him, and this photo must have held him up for a long... long time."

Her eyes fixed on a point on the photo for a long time.

Harry looked at it for a while, and saw that she was looking at Peter Pettigrew, who was a head shorter than everyone else.

She finally withdrew her hand. "Harry, he has a brother, doesn't he? My brother is named after his brother."

She turned. "Can we go and see his room?"

Go to the stairs and go through another door.She stopped in her tracks, and put her fingers on the small sign on the door thoughtfully. Harry followed her gaze and saw that it was a very imposing small sign with handwritten letters.

No entry without my express permission - Regulus Arcturus Black.

Her hand moved down and pushed open the door.

This is a completely different house from the one just now.

She lit a flame in her hand and opened the window with magic. This room was a little damper, darker and smaller than Sirius's.

But the real difference is the green and silver everywhere in this room.

Sirius' brother is a real Slytherin, there's no denying that.

She went to the bed and said in French, "Forever pure."

She turned her head, looked at this room, and suddenly laughed, "Harry, if the room just now belonged to Regulus, then does this room belong to me?"

As the eldest son of Sirius, it is natural for his room to be a little bigger than that of his younger brother.

Regulus was also the eldest son.

She strode around the room, "Two Regulus."

She laughed suddenly, "There are many Sirius in the family, and there are also several Regulus."

She suddenly raised her head and gave Harry a bright smile, "Harry, can I see my uncle's things?"