HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The young Tom Riddle came to the Malfoy family's house again. The elves said that the lady was waiting for him in the reception room. When he went, the lady was standing in front of the fireplace, looking up at the side of the fireplace with Malfoy Silver shield of the family crest.

Hearing his footsteps when he came in, she turned her head to look at him, her blond hair brushed from her shoulders to her chest, with a lingering smile on her lips.

She is always smiling.he thought.

"Here you are," she said, without moving. "What are you going to bring me today?"

He finally realized that he had been looking at her for a long time. He put his box on the coffee table, tapped it a few times, and a group of birds jumped out of the box, and they twittered and jumped on the coffee table.

Although she turned around, after looking at him for a while, she didn't come to him, nor did she sit on her sofa as usual.She said, "Do you think this is funny?"

He subconsciously waved his wand again, and the birds turned into a golden plate engraved with pictures of various birds.

"Tom," she said with a sigh, "I showed you my collection, and you know what I want."

The things she wants have a strong smell of black magic, and the things she keeps are somewhat violent.

Especially that necklace.

"Ma'am..." He lowered his head and called her softly.

She said softly, "No more, Tom."

"Ma'am," he raised his head abruptly, and argued, "I..."

"It's only been fifteen days since this month, half a month," she brushed back her blond hair, carelessly but critically, "You have come to see me five times, son, the first time you brought I have a mirror and say that the mirror can make people see what they fear the most. That is the best thing you brought me this month, but what is the use? I already have a mirror that can see people's desires Now, why should I be able to see people’s fear? And after that, Tom, jewelry that can dance, a cup that can kill people, a snuff bottle that can hold many things, and even today, it will become a gold plate for birds None of your stuff is interesting enough. Tom, you knew I wouldn't want these things, but you brought them anyway."

She looked at him, "Son, we both know we shouldn't go on."

He forced the desire to plead with her in his chest, he forced himself to calm himself, and he said, "Ma'am, this plate is just part of what I bring you today," he said, with the waves of emotion in his heart , but his appearance is habitually a little performative, he seems a little nervous, holding his hand with a little anxiety, he lowers his head timidly, then raises it up again in a flash, "Ma'am, there is one thing that I don't I know you'll like it..."

"Take it out and show it to me." After all, she still didn't clarify all this thoroughly.

But he knew in his heart that this might be his last chance.

Holding his breath, he opened the box carefully.

She still can't come.

But at this moment, flames suddenly jumped out of the fireplace.

He subconsciously closed the box.

Unexpectedly.

Inside stood her husband.

She looks a little younger than her actual age, but when standing with her, she still looks like her father's generation.

She looked like she was in her early twenties, and Tom thought she should be about the same age as he looked.

"The fifth time this month." He sneered, his blond hair was tied into a small bundle at the back of his head, "What exactly do you want to buy? Why do you call outsiders to your house again and again?"

His wife had a slight smile on her face, "Really? That's probably because I haven't decided yet."

Her smile was originally very plain, but with her actions and words, it was very irritating, so her husband looked at him angrily, "You?"

Her husband approached him step by step, "You do have a pretty face." He stared at the young man, "Black hair, young, and handsome. Are you very feminine? Platinum always does that, Hire some nice young men and..."

He stared at young Tom Riddle, though the latter ignored the angry face at all.

"Good afternoon, sir," he said politely.

"Good afternoon?" Aksas smiled strangely, "Good afternoon? How many times have you come to my house? Ten times? Twenty times? But this is the first time I've seen you!"

"Mr. Malfoy," he said politely, "I'm here because Mrs. is in our shop..."

"Platinum asked you to come here?" Axas looked like an angry beast whose territory had been violated, he circled around the young man who was less than half his age, "Look at your side Black hair! He did it on purpose!"

"Tom, you should go," his wife finally said.

Both of them looked at her, but there was still a little smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Are you going to let him go?" Axas laughed hoarsely nervously, "Ma'am! You did a great job! You called a young man in his early twenties to your home when your husband was not at home, Then when caught by your husband let your..."

His voice stopped abruptly, the lady took down the sword used for decoration on the wall, and the sword that was thought to be just for decoration was cut open, "What are you doing?" He was terrified, "Put it down, Avella, put it down!" he snarled and charged at her.

But it was too late, she had already cut her wrist.

Her blood spurted from her wrist, sprayed continuously towards the ceiling, and then fell on the carpet.

She cut so hard and so firmly that Tom thought he saw a line of white, like bone, beneath the straight cut.

Her husband tried to get closer to her.

However, she held the sword in front of her to prevent him from approaching.

"Let him go," she said.

Aksas glanced at him angrily, "Just such a kid?" He almost broke down, "You want to hurt yourself just because of such a kid who has nothing but a face?!"

However, she suddenly laughed, her eyes were like the water of a lake breaking through the ice in early spring, the ice layer cracked, and the secret hidden for the whole winter suddenly came up, "No, of course not, sir," she looked at him, looked at him. Looking at her husband, "I just don't want to live anymore."

Everyone said she was 14 when he met her.

She was only 14 years old, half his age.

How had he developed such a sinful desire for such a child?

Shame on Tom Riddle who tore his own soul apart.

He fell in love with her so madly that everyone was ashamed.

She was half his age then.And he's even married.

She smiled happily, "I've thought about doing this for a long time."

"Give me your hand!" he warned her, "Avella, give me your hand or I'll kill the kid!"

"Then kill him," she said, "it's not like you haven't done this kind of thing. I'm not a child anymore," she looked at him, "when will you let this child out of this house , when will you negotiate terms with me again."

Her tone was so calm that it was scary.

And he looked at her for a while, his face turned pale.

Finally shouted to Tom Riddle, a young, impoverished young man with nothing but ambition, "Get out!"

He looked at the young man who violated his territory, "Get out of my house!"

But young Voldemort just exclaimed, "Ma'am!"

He had no fear of a beast so much older than himself, only what the lady was doing.

Avella slashed her wrist again, and her husband finally surrendered under the two wounds, "Get out!" He said to the young man, "You get out."

Then he looked at his wife, "Avella, I let him go out," he tried to calm his voice, "he will go out, he will be fine..."

"You know it doesn't hurt me," she said, "it just hurts for a while."

She showed him her hands. "Look, they're starting to heal."

"These wounds just hurt me," she whispered. "You know I can't kill myself."

She whispered, "How can an ordinary sword kill a witch? If you so wish me dead, you should at least give me back my wand."

Her husband's face became more and more ugly, "Avella! Don't do this!"

"I hope he can come again someday," she said, paler and paler, with a little blood on her lips, which looked horrifying on her faded lips.

She raised the sword again, and struck down at her wrist for the third time.

Aksas was about to go berserk, "I won't kill him!" He said, "What do you have to tell me to believe that I won't kill him?"

"If you hadn't violated the agreement between you and me more than ten years ago, sir," she said, "I might believe it."

He paused for a while.

"He can come twice a month," he said, "Avella, that's my bottom line, twice, as long as you're doing well, as long as you don't hurt yourself, I guarantee you'll see him, twice a month , a real human being," he growled, "now, give me your hand!!!"

Madam looked up at Tom Riddle, she said softly, "Tom, take your suitcase, let's go."

She looked at his black hair for a long time.

From the beginning she only looked at his black hair.

He knew that he had the black jade-like hair that had been praised all the time.

She smiled suddenly and said, "See you next month, kid."

He will never forget the smile on her face, desperate, sad, but gentle.