HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Willa tightened the fox fur shawl on her body, and hurriedly walked through the corridor in Malfoy Manor that seemed extremely long at the moment.

Before entering the house, Draco had already come out. Seeing that her face was pale from the cold, he quickly grabbed her hand and led her into the house, "Where have you been?" He ordered an elf to tell her Prepare a cup of hot tea with honey and lemon.

The elf quickly came over with tea in his hands,

She stood in the warm hall, sticking her fingers to the wall of the cup, wrapped in a cloak and trembling constantly.After a while, she warmed up, blew a little, and drank the tea in the cup in one go.

She knows how to warm herself with magic, but she still likes to let herself feel the heat and cold of the weather once in a while.

Put the cup back on the tray, untied his shawl and handed it to him, "He's looking for me?"

"I've been looking for you since afternoon tea." He whispered, took her shawl and helped her hang it up.

"Did you say where I am?"

"I said I didn't know," said the boy. "I've been back for two or three days, and I haven't seen you."

"Malfoy Manor is really big," she said.

"Because we're Malfoy," Draco said complacently.

She stopped suddenly, he walked behind her, couldn't dodge, almost bumped into her, she laughed, "Draco, I found out that your mother is my father's cousin."

He looked at her puzzled.

"We're cousins," she said.

Draco said inexplicably, "Your mother is my father's biological sister, Vera."

"You have the same gray eyes as your mother, Blake's eyes," she said, "and you are also my mother's brother's son."

"You're still a Seeker." She stated the fact.

"Yes." Draco said, "Where have you been? Why..."

He stopped talking, because the girl pushed open the black door inlaid with golden patterns, and she said, "I'm back."

"Where have you been?" The person inside asked her the same question again. The long table was full of people, only the seats on the right and left of the person away from the main seat were vacant. She moved to the second place on the right. The seat took another look and found that it was Draco's mother Narcissa.On her left is her sister.

It seems that the people in the row of seats are not crazy yet.Had Bellatrice been at her side, the meal would probably have been lost.

"I read some information." She walked in, "but I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Where is Regulus?" she said. "Not my brother Regulus, but my uncle, Regulus."

"He's a traitor, he probably ran away," the Dark Lord said indifferently, "Sit down, this Christmas, we should sit down and have a good meal together."

"No, I think it's important, sir."

"why?"

"They said you killed him."

"So? Since I killed him, what do you want to do, my dear lady?"

"But you said he escaped," she said, walking forward, and Draco followed her in, closing the door behind her.

"You never lied to me. You don't have to lie to me," she said, pulling out the chair and sitting down obediently, "but everyone said that he never went back to the old house of the Blakes, and they They say he's dead."

"If I care so much about each of my servants, what time do I have to do what I should do?"

"No, sir, he is very important." She said, but sat down anyway. "You never lied to me. You said he escaped, which means you didn't kill him yourself, and you didn't give an order to kill him. The people over there didn't kill him - if a Death Eater died, especially at that time, it would definitely be a big sensation, and I don't think they need to be involved in this matter Lied to me, but said that no one found his body, then we are back to the original question, sir, where did he go? Or, where did he die?"

The Dark Lord took a moment, apparently pondering the matter.

"What do you think?" He asked her back, "Tell me, what do you think about this?"

"What do I think?" She laughed, "He died before I was born, how do I know how he died?"

She's impatient, she hates dealing with what she sees as fools, and she's had enough of wronging herself today.

Seeing Draco sit down, she said, "Okay, sir, he has been missing for more than ten years and no one cares about it, and it's not too late now, let's raise our glasses, everyone, let us thank you For Christmas, let's thank a Muggle who was crucified thousands of years ago, or a wizard - after all, he is immortal, in short, let's thank him, thank him for saving us, thank him from the lost saved us."

"what do you think?"

"What can I think." She raised her glass, "Maybe," she looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was sitting almost at the end, trembling reflexively under her gaze. "Like our dear Peter Pettigrew, he turned into a mouse and lived as someone else's pet for more than ten years," she shook her glass, which contained a sweet pink liquid, But in the shaking it will show golden ripples.She stared at the liquid in her glass for a while, "Or maybe he died somewhere that none of us know."

"Then why couldn't he escape like your mother and hide in a Muggle place for more than ten years?" Bellatris still spoke bitterly. Her sister squeezed her right palm vigorously, but she didn't Impressed, her new silver left hand was set aside, but her right hand looked more like an artificial hand than that.

But unexpectedly, the girl was not angry, she just picked up the cup and took a sip, "Maybe what you said is right, Aunt Bella."

My aunt was really shocked by this sound.

Everyone looked at Bellatris, but she herself looked up at her master.

"I do feel like I'm at Christmas today," she stood up. "Everyone in this room is more or less blood related to me. I never thought I had such a large group of relatives," she said. , "Pure blood, pure blood, in the end, it turned out to be like this. Looking at anyone, there is only the difference between distant relatives and close relatives. And I'm afraid this relationship will only get closer and closer. In the end, I'm afraid It doesn't make any sense anymore."

The Dark Lord kept looking at her, "Why?"

"Do you think that what really destroys a pure-blood family is marrying a half-blood or marrying a Muggle? Neither. It's the cannibalism and indifference between pure-blood families. Aunt Bella killed my father, and you think she did the right thing , everyone here thinks she is right, my uncle Regulus died at some point and never came back, no one cares, and," she looked into the other's snake-like eyes, "you know Yes, my brother and I are not only illegitimate children, but also he is not in good health, as for me..."

"They are wrong, their ideas are dangerous, and we need to kill that danger," the Dark Lord interrupted her.

"In short, after my father's generation, the Black family will no longer have direct descendants of blood recognized by them."

"Forget about the so-called Black family, your blood is very noble." The Dark Lord looked at her. "None of these people here can match your bloodline."

"Really?" She took another sip of wine, "Tonight is a very good night, although it is cold outside but there is a moon, the only downside is that there is no snow." She laughed, "State your toast .”

But the other party refused to let go, "Does anyone dare to laugh at your bloodline? Does someone insult your origin? Who is it? Tell me! Who dares to do that!"

His eyes scanned the entire restaurant, "Who?"

"No one," said the girl, "no one does that."

"So why are you so worried today? Why are you saying so many overwhelming things!"

"I don't know." She said, "Maybe it's because there is no snow. I grew up, and every Christmas, I saw a lot of snow. The thick snow piled up to the window sill, and the reflected light can illuminate the colorful lights. The patterns spelled out on the glass windows leave spots of various colors on the walls. I can build a snowman outside with my brother, and I can hit him with snowballs, and he will just dodge, and he never fights back. But my mother would just stand and watch, she was afraid of the cold, and I am also afraid now."

She is lying.

And he knows.

And at the same time she knew that he knew.

This matter is very complicated and very simple. Two people who know each other's means are talking with lies.

The truth is hidden between the lines, the real inquiry is said in meaningless words, and the answer is hidden in the action.

She couldn't help thinking of a sentence she had read in that book, "Only diamonds can polish diamonds, and only we can kill us."

I have to say that both parties actually feel very comfortable with this kind of dialogue deep down.

In essence, both of them long for an intellectual duel to sharpen their thinking that is about to be blunted by life.

It sucks to be around philistines, and almost everyone in the world is philistines.

The Dark Lord paused for a moment, and his tone suddenly softened. "If you just want a snow," said the Dark Lord, "take out your wand, miss, and you can make your snow fall all over this whole manor."

"No," she shook her head, "you don't understand."

"My patience is limited, madam," he said.

She sighed, "I want my brother, I want to be with him."

"You went to see him, didn't you?" he said.

The girl neither nodded nor shook her head, "He doesn't want to see me."

He burst into a fit of rage, and yes, such charades can eat up all your patience in a way.

"Of course he doesn't want to," said the Dark Lord with a sneer. "None of his parents obeyed me. How could he come to me? He's their child, and he's ashamed of me, of you, he I just want to sever ties with you, I only wish I didn't sever ties with you, don't I!"

"I don't know," said the girl, "Sir, all I know is that I need him more than he needs me."

The Dark Lord stood up and threw the glass angrily. He growled, "What do you want? You want to be free. Aren't you free enough? Could it be that you, a 14-year-old kid, have been running around and playing crazy all day?" God, no one is qualified to ask where you have been and what you have done even when you go home?"

"I don't know." She looked at him indifferently. .

He put his hands on her shoulders, his fingers almost choking her neck.

And she said, "Are you going to strangle me? Or do you want to test to see if I will beg for mercy under your hands?"

He was trying to intimidate her with violence, and she saw it.

He withdrew his finger like an electric shock, and growled, "I should really give you some color! I've indulged you too much! I've gone too far with your temper!"

"Do you want to lock me up?" she said, her tone erratic. "Do you want to lock me up in a room, or, more mercifully, lock me up in this house?"

For some reason, this sentence was as hot as fire, and he jumped into a rage, and the magical power in his body took effect immediately, overturning the table in one fell swoop.

When the long table was turned over, everything on it was spilled, the crystal cups made a melodious but harsh clattering sound, the slender bone china dishes and bowls fell to the ground, and the silver tableware was more procrastinating than them, jumping up and down , humming continuously on the floor.

At last.

All sound is gone, but with the sound gone some things change and some don't.

She looked into each other's eyes calmly, still holding the glass of pink wine in her hand.

Her green eyes were like deep lakes.

No ripple at all.

And the Dark Lord suddenly lost his anger, and his eyes seemed to calm down for an instant.

"How could you, how could you think that I would treat you like that?" His tone was very light, very light, but very sad.

He's trying to see if this sad and vulnerable attitude will get him what he wants.

The girl realizes.

He is very good.

He is really good at using personal charm and controlling people's hearts by all means.

But, but.

"Maybe because I would do that," she looked at him, "so I subconsciously felt that others would too."

"When I was a kid," she said, "I got a hummingbird."

"I was very young," she said, "and I saw a bee-like thing flying, and I thought I'd have to see what it was, and the next second, she was in the glass bottle I was drinking from. "

He listened quietly.

"It's really the most special bird, it's as big as a bee, it has the same pointed beak, the feathers are very beautiful, and it's also very stubborn. They say you shouldn't keep her in a cage. She is so stubborn that she will keep crying." Bumping cages until I beat myself to death. And the cage I can give her is as small as that." She looked at him. "I don't know what you're going to do to that hummingbird, but."

She said, "I watched her kill herself alive, and I felt that she belonged to me. Although I later learned that it was not only her, but all hummingbirds. You can't raise hummingbirds, and you shouldn't, Unless you just want her dead body. I have no interest in dead bodies, so I never tried to keep hummingbirds, but if you let me go back in time..."

She said indifferently, "I will still choose to see her crash and die in the cage." She said, "She must know that she belongs to me and must belong to me. She cannot and should not violate me. Because I am her master, I own her."

"Regulus said that's wrong, he said I was able to do it because I don't care about her." She took a sip of her wine, "I think that might be right, it's just a bird, I really don't care about her that much .”

She took another sip, "And if I have to say it now, I think I was even a little angry at that time. Compared to her own death, I feel that I would rather crush her to death with my own hands."

He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, "I would do the same. Your reaction looks normal to me."

Then, her behavior almost corresponded to all his expectations of her.

She looked at him sideways for a while, the cup in her right hand touched her pale pink lips again, and her left hand approached her wand calmly.

The movements are slight.And she is right-handed.

But he could see clearly.

He knew she was waiting for his next move, and if he gave her something she didn't want to hear, the next wand would be aimed at him and she'd be ready to run away.

He knew that if he acted like he saw her and gave her a disarming spell, the next thing she would do was sweet talk him, and she'd be more defensive about him, and he'd do it with his own hands. Push her further away from him.

He knew what he would choose to do in her role on this occasion, and he had no doubts that she would do it.

He could almost guess what she would do next.

She is like him but not like him.

He wouldn't provoke someone so casually.Especially when the other party has an obvious subordinate relationship with himself and he is weak.

She has no bargaining chip, and her only and only bargaining chip is herself.

This part of her...

"But we both know you're not a hummingbird," he said. "You know, the hummingbird is in your bottle, and we're the ones holding the bottle."

He said, "You're just like me."

"I don't know." She calmed down, pulled her left hand away slightly, and still held the glass of pink wine in her right hand, she said, "I haven't been sleeping well recently, I'm always dreaming, and what happened in the dream is too strange , sir, sometimes I subconsciously want to see if other people's reactions are like my dreams. I'm sorry, sir."

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Not all, sir, but since I entered this house, I have been dreaming, all kinds of dreams." She shook her head, "But those are just dreams, let the elves serve the dishes again , I'm hungry, let's eat."

The Dark Lord actually just stood and looked at her for a while before agreeing to her proposal.

This unconditional truce that he unilaterally threw in the towel.

But he had to, he couldn't push her too hard.

You've trapped your hummingbird, in your house, in a larger cage.

You don't need to be that eager to bottle her up.

The long table was put back to its original place by the elves. The tablecloth on it, the broken dishes and glasses, and the scattered silver tableware were all cleaned up. Except for the wine stains that everyone dared not use the cleaning spell to clean, Everything is back to how it was before.

She held the wine glass, and with that small glass of wine, she ate everything that was put on her plate.

The Dark Lord, on the other hand, looked at her uninterruptedly.

He seemed to want to see something from her.

Yet she seemed not to notice at all.She ate by herself without even looking at him.

Everyone saw this move of the two of them.

The Dark Lord has eaten very little since he changed his body. Many people are saying that he can't smell or taste, but that girl, she can eat a little today. From the appetizer, the pan-fried salmon with asparagus, From roast turkey, beef ribs, bread, and even soup as a main course, to the chocolate pudding with ice cream at the end.

She ate them all.

After going through the farce just now, even the werewolf with the most vulgar behavior on the whole long table didn't eat as much as she did. However, she behaved gracefully, the only problem might be that she hardly chewed.

Unlike Draco, who had to chew each bite for as long as she could, she ate like chewing them down to a swallowable size would be enough to get the job done.