HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Harry nodded in agreement.

She started from Regulus' bookcase. He is a very neat boy, everything is neat and tidy, and the room is all green and silver. Although there is such a small sign on the door, but at the same time You can tell that he is very well-behaved, a very obedient boy from a pure-blood family.

"I think he's been trying to please his mother," Vera said.

She ran her fingers lightly over the covers of the books, everything was covered with dust, but now Kreacher was obviously busy cleaning her father's room, so she wouldn't come here and cry and say that she had done something wrong He asked her to punish him for doing something wrong.

Finally, she accurately pulled out a photo album from it.

It is still printed in a regular manner, "Hogworth."

She flipped through the photo album and walked over to Harry to look at it with him.

It was the first time Harry saw that boy. He looked like his brother, but maybe because he was not the eldest son, he was far from the wanton smile on his brother's face, and he was not even as tall and handsome as his brother. .

Harry watched her carefully look at the photos one by one, "Many people say that a nephew will look like an uncle or an uncle," she said softly, "but my Regulus is nothing like this Regulus."

Yes, Regulus didn't even look like his father, save for that black hair and that jaw.

thought Harry.

Although she turned very slowly, she turned to the bottom in the end.

She stroked the seal of the photo album, wondering what she was thinking.

Then her eyes turned to the bed again.

There was a picture of the Slytherin team on the bedside table, and Harry recognized Regulus immediately, sitting in the middle, and said, "He's a Seeker."

"why?"

"Because of that position, the middle position is reserved for Seekers," said Harry.

Dumbledore finally said, "Yes, he's the Seeker."

"You know so much." Vera smiled.Walking up to the picture and suddenly reaching out to take it out of the frame, the picture hadn't been glued on as strongly as the picture in his brother's room, although it clearly didn't want to be caught - the frame was flailing Wanted to run away from her, but she didn't give it a chance.

She took out the photo and found that there was a small photo behind it.

It was a black and white photograph of a Muggle.

It was already a bit blurry, but it had been hidden behind another photo for so many years, so it was well preserved. Looking at that photo, she suddenly laughed again.

Harry stepped forward and found that there was a younger Christie than she looked now.

Christie was wearing a light-colored Muggle dress and a wide-brimmed bonnet, and her dark hair was disheveled and fluttering in the wind, as if the wind had picked up.

She was pressing her hat with one hand and her skirt with the other, and she was looking back at the person who took the picture. There was a little surprise in her eyes, but she was obviously very happy.

She flipped the photo over and scrawled in black ink, "To the pretty lady unknown, August 1976, RD."

"Who's RD?" Harry asked.

"Probably a Muggle. Seeing that she was born beautiful, I took a picture of her, and some boys would do the same for me." She looked at her mother, "She was 16 years old at that time."

"Why did he keep it..." Harry said, suddenly feeling a little redundant.

"He likes her. Harry." Willa put the photo back in place, still using the original photo to block it, "Probably my mother went to play with Muggles, and a Muggle took a picture of her , she may have put the photo in the book and lost it, or she may have seen him and gave it to him. In short, the photo was in his hands, and as the heir of a pure-blood wizarding family, how could he keep it? What about Muggle things? What's more, my father just ran away from home at that time, and he couldn't let his mother down anymore."

"However, this is probably the only thing he has about her, so he kept it, but it can't be put in the album openly, because someone will see it, but because he likes her, he will occasionally think about her. To see her, Harry, you're a Quidditch player, wouldn't it be weird for you to carry around a picture of your team? Probably not?"

She suddenly reached out and poked Regulus' face in the photo. The latter covered his face in surprise and looked at her as if he couldn't believe it.

"Is he a year younger than my mother, or two?" She looked at Dumbledore.

"One grade, your mother and your father are in the same grade." The latter replied.

She concentrated on looking at the photo in her hand, as if trying to remember Regulus' face, "Professor, do you know that he likes her?"

"I know your father liked your mother," said Dumbledore. "As for him, he seems to have a little too. Your mother almost got engaged to him when she was fifteen."

"But why didn't it succeed later?" She asked in a low voice, "Is my mother unwilling?"

"Yes."

"Is he dead?" She looked sideways at Dumbledore.

"We believe he died, and I think Voldemort himself did it."

"why?"

"He doesn't want to be a Death Eater anymore, but you know, that's a very dangerous thing to do, and there's no choice unless you say no in the first place."

Her eyes flicked across the stack of cut newspapers.

"He admired that person very much." She said, "Personally, I don't like this kind of relationship very much. It's actually a bit stupid to be blindly infatuated with anyone."

She turned around, "Professor, I should go."

"Stay here," Harry begged her, "this is your home."

"Harry," she looked at him, "I should go."

"Why? If you're worried about having nowhere to go, this is your home, if you're worried about having no one to protect your life," Harry looked at her, "I will never let anyone hurt you, Sirius' child... ..."

"No," she looked at him, "Harry, that's not what I'm worried about," she said softly, "Did you see that family tree? Draco's mother was Sirius' cousin."

"so what?"

"He's my cousin."

"Tonks is his cousin too," said Harry. "That doesn't mean anything."

"My mother was his father's sister."

"What else?"

"His father, Lucius Malfoy, he never made his little sister a Death Eater, even when his master was at his strongest, he still didn't let his little sister become something she didn't want to be people."

Harry fell silent.

"He has been doing his best to protect her," Vera said.

"But your father..."

"I never thought I had so many relatives until I saw that family tree," she said.

"Also," Harry was heartbroken, "do you remember Ron? His grandmother was also a Black who was removed from the family. The Mrs. Weasley just now is Ron's mother. There are seven children in their family , Vera, come back, this is a big family, Vera, you have many relatives."

She laughed, "Why does every generation of the Black family have to be expelled? Is there a certain rule how many people must be expelled in each generation?"

Harry didn't laugh along with her, just looked at her.

until she spoke.

"No," she shook her head, "Harry, I can't come back."

"why?"

"If I come back, my mother's brother, my cousin, their family will not survive."

Harry was very sad, he felt a lump in his throat.

"Harry," she came up, holding out her arms to hug him, "Harry, I love you, if we grew up together, your father and my father were so good, they were like two brothers, even better than that Be nice so you might be like another brother to me. So, Harry, I love you."

"However, if I were born in the wizarding world, I would probably have spent a lot of time with Draco. His father and my mother have a very good relationship. They are a very good brother and sister, so good that he can carry himself for her." All kinds of pressure from the master, so I will definitely love him very much."

"Harry, both of you have been very kind to me, but your side is safe for you, and his side is dangerous for both you and him." She let go, "so , I should go, Harry."

Her arms are warm.

But she was leaving.

she goes down.Step by step, the heels of his shoes tapped lightly on the steps, and Kreacher looked down the stairs eagerly, "Miss, when will you be back next time?"

She looked up at it, "If Kreacher cleans the house well, I should come back very diligently."

The elf sobbed, "Kreacher will clean up the house."

"Very well, Kreacher," she said, ordering, "Now, prepare a dinner for everyone, and I order you to clean up the dishes by magic after dinner, take a good bath and go to bed after that, tonight , you don’t obey anyone except my order, and starting tomorrow, respect,” she glanced at the crowd, “respect everyone here.”

"Yes." Kreacher said sobbingly, "Yes, miss."

"It refuses to obey all of us, even my mother," Tonks whispered. "It says it doesn't obey anyone who isn't on the family tree."

"But it looks like he obeys my grandmother's portrait," Vera told her in a low voice. "She recognized me and ordered him to obey me, and it looks like he does obey me. Although I thought at first that she would not recognize me." identity."

She is an illegitimate daughter, not a child born of marriage is discriminated against in most cultures and in most people's minds.

She whispered, and suddenly looked up at Lupine, "Moonface!" she called mischievously.

Lupine was silent and did not answer.

"Moon face!" she called again.

"Little Padfoot!" Lupine shot back at her.

Then he said, "However, in fact, this title may be more suitable for your brother."

"Moon face is because you're a werewolf," said the girl, "but why call him Padfoot?"

"Because his Animagus is a big dog," Lupine said.

"That really fits." She laughed suddenly.

"why?"

She smiled mischievously, but did not answer him.

The girl herself summoned her own robe with the Flying Curse, buttoned it button by button earnestly, and then summoned her own big fox fur shawl to wrap herself tightly.

"Goodbye, Harry," she said.

Harry insisted on sending her to the door. The moment he opened the door, the cold wind outside made both of them shiver.

She took a breath in her hand, "That's right."

"Come here," she said.

Harry moved close to her, and as she put her hands around her ears, she whispered, "I told Fleur, I wish I had a boy who could look at me like your boyfriend looks at you, and she said, that's my husband." ...and I said how wonderful it would be to have a husband who loves me like that. And she said, you will." She let go and smiled, "That's what we said."

Her voice was very low, and the sound of her breath hit Harry's eardrum little by little, it was numb, like a kind of enjoyment.

Harry had almost forgotten that he had asked her that question before, but she remembered.

"How do you go back?" He asked her softly.

"Apparition," she said. "There's a lot of grown-up wizards here, and there's a lot of grown-up wizards over there, and the Ministry has no way of defining them."

She is a very good wizard.

Has amazing talent.

Harry nodded.

"You stay safe." He went on. "If," he said, "I mean if, if you can't stay there anymore," he looked at her, "you come back here, and it will always be here for you. Save a room."

"Then I want Regulus' room," she laughed, "keep it for me."

He smiled and thought again, "Did you know? Andromeda is the mother of Tonks whom you met just now. Her mother is your father's favorite cousin. Your father has a good relationship with her. We We can go to see her together next time." Then he paused for a while, and added, "Although...although she looks a lot like Bellatrix."

"Harry." She laughed suddenly, "If there is a chance, let my brother come here to see, okay? Let him see how many Regulus there are in our family."

"Besides," she stepped forward and whispered to him, "if he comes, I'm afraid my grandmother will be more happy. But before that, we need to tidy up here a little bit." She turned her head and said in the original She jumped up and down twice, obviously she couldn't take it because of the cold, she was wearing very thin clothes, very beautiful, but also very warm.

Harry would have loved to spend more time with her, but it was almost five o'clock and she had to go.

So she hurried out.

Harry was a little worried, she was only in the fifth grade, he was a little doubtful about her ability to use Apparation skillfully, so he ran to the third floor, looked out from the glass on the third floor, she was in the same place when she came out of the door of the house Spinning, the posture is very beautiful, it seems to be called proficient, but Harry didn't dare to turn his head until after the shattered light on her body disappeared, until he confirmed that she didn't leave any limbs.

People who have clearly failed the test cannot Apparate.

Obviously she is only 14 years old.

However, when he turned around, he suddenly found that Tonks was standing behind him.

He backed away in fright, and the back of his head hit the glass with a bang.

The only good news is that there may be some sort of magic in the Black family's glass, and they haven't shattered.

The bad news is that Harry hit hard.

Tonks rubbed his head for him in a panic, "Are you okay, Harry?"

Harry stared brightly, but still shook his head, "Fine, I'm fine."

Tonks said narrowly, "You like her, don't you?"

He blushed.

"You and her have been whispering for so long." She said narrowly, "She is very beautiful. It is the first time I have seen a girl who is more beautiful than Fleur, and she is also very cute, Harry, you I know, you have seen Furong, she is not as likable as this girl. She is beautiful and likable, there are too few girls like this."

"Tonks..." He couldn't tell whether he was crying or not.

"Your father and her father will be glad to know," continued Tonks. "Go, Harry, and hang out with her."

"Tonks," said Dumbledore, "she's over there, not with us."

"Muggles and Romeo and Juliet," said Tonks.

"They died for love in the end." Dumbledore sighed, "Tonks, when you read Muggle works, you have to see the ending."

"If they knew magic, they wouldn't have died." Tonks insisted, but retreated out in a proper manner.