HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Does the Black family have any strange rules?" Vera sat in the living room. She put a blanket on her lap, curled up on the sofa and read a book, and suddenly asked the Dark Lord this question.

He just told his servants to do something, but now everyone stopped when they heard her question.

"Why do you ask?" He motioned for Narcissa to stay.

The girl sat up straight. "Bellatrice has black hair, and her husband is also black. My grandmother, the grandmother on the father's side, has black hair, and her husband is also black."

"And you have blonde hair, isn't it good?" the other asked her.

"No, not this," she looked at Narcissa, "the Mrs. Weasley had red hair, so she married the red-haired Weasley, and Narcissa had blond hair, so she married the blond Malfoy. I heard from Longbottom that his parents have the same hair color and my father has black hair so he likes my mother. Bellatris has black hair so it's crazy about people who also have black hair , So, does the Black family stipulate that you must marry someone with the same hair color as yourself?"

"It seems..." Narcissa didn't expect her to ask this question, "It seems that we really just..." She thought hard for a while, "It seems that we got married without thinking so much."

"Are you attracted to people with the same hair color as yours?" she continued.

Narcissa thought for a while in embarrassment, "I don't know, miss, some people in our family marry people who don't have the same hair as us..."

"Okay, you go down." The girl was obviously not satisfied with this answer.

"What's the matter?" The Dark Lord asked her as he sat aside.

"I always think that relatives should look a little bit alike, but the Black family is very interesting. The surname is Black, but the hair color and eye color are colorful." She said, sitting up, "I thought they would I'm attracted to people with the same hair color as me."

"What color hair do you like?" He reached out and grabbed a strand of her hair, and combed her fluffy ends after sitting on the sofa for a day.

"Any color is fine," she said, "but if the Black family likes people with the same hair color as mine," she thought for a while, "I think black is fine."

Nagini originally leaned her head on the Dark Lord's withered and thin arm, but at this time she tentatively approached her a little bit. After staying in the warm room for a long time, she was so hot that she felt a little sleepy, so she touched it. The cold head, feeling very comfortable, simply held its head in the palm of the hand, but still felt that it smelled very fishy, ​​and refused to let it continue to approach.

Then he waved his wand and opened the window, wanting to get some air.

The fresh air outside was rushing in, bringing a little wind, and Voldemort reached out his wand and tapped her hair. "Like this?"

A little black quickly spread from the tip of the wand.

She grabbed the end of her hair and pulled it in front of her, the silver bracelet on her wrist dangled down to her elbow, "It's still too long, why do you like such long hair?"

Voldemort looked at her deeply, her face was baked an extremely gentle pink in the warm room temperature, her lips were as red as roses, her hair was dark, but her eyebrows were still golden.

He said hoarsely, "The eyebrows haven't changed color yet."

This throat will never be as beautiful as it was when I was young.

The wand lightly tapped on her eyebrows twice, "That's it." He said softly.

The girl waved for a mirror.

The girl in the mirror has smooth, waist-length, pure black long hair. Due to the lack of oxygen and heat, her skin is white but glowing with healthy blood. Her rose-like lips make her wonder if she has a bit of carbon monoxide. poisoned.

"It's too long," she said. "Why do you like hair so long?"

He said softly, "Is it bad to have long hair?"

Realizing he didn't want to explain, she laughed, "I'm reminded of Snow White the Muggles said."

He'd heard the story too, back in the Muggle orphanage, "I don't remember her having green eyes."

The girl didn't answer him, but said to herself, "I want to have a daughter with skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony, and lips as red as roses."

The passage does not say anything about the color of the girl's eyes.

She stood up, "I went out to play. I've been sitting at home for several days, and it's boring."

He threw to her the ribbon that he had removed with his own hands before, "with the door key."

Thinking about it or not reassuring, "Pull down your cloak hat."

She nodded and wrapped herself in a black fur robe.

But he said anyway, "Get Draco to come with you."

"Why?" she asked back.

"Because there is no one your age but him," he said, "and you don't like most of my servants."

"You used to worry that I liked him." She stood and looked at him, "Why did you change now?"

"You don't like him," he looked at her, "do you?"

"Why don't you guess?" She looked at him sideways.

"I'm sure you don't, you think he's stupid and reckless, don't you?" he said softly, "but no more Malfoy," he said, "I've had enough of Malfoy."

She stood there looking at him.

And he continued, "Even if you like him, then what? What can I do? Watch you run out, and then tell them to bring you back?" He said, "You know how many years no one dared to talk to Am I losing my temper?"

He has put his posture very low, he said, "What can I do?" He smiled wryly, "What can I do to you, Miss." He whispered, "I can't bear to move One of your fingers..."

"It won't be Malfoy," she said softly. "It won't be Malfoy." She looked at him. "I promise."

"You know my servants will obey me," he said, "but I don't ask you to. You know you are different to me."

Then, she brushed her hair and tied it up high, "We all know that I am different from them."

He sighed and said, "They are as stupid as goldfish, I sometimes worry that they will keep eating until they are full of themselves.

She nodded and opened the door, "If you want to raise goldfish, you have to worry about not letting them kill you alive."

out.

The Dark Lord heaved a long sigh, and took the book the girl left on the sofa in front of him, <<On Bloodlines>>.

It was a very old, very sensible pure-blood book that he had read.

Of course, a place like Hogwarts that does not understand the importance of bloodlines at all will not keep such works that, in their view, are "inciting emotions and full of discrimination".

The number of books in Malfoy Manor is probably no less than that of Hogwarts, and there are even those dark magic things.

It's all from that lady...

He once thought that the lady only left so much.

The snowflakes fell densely, and Draco stepped out of the green flames, checked the hood on his head again, and pulled it tightly to his chin.

He was called to the living room by Vera earlier, and then he was given a strange look by the Dark Lord, who forgot to wear a hat when using Floo powder.

The only good thing is that he didn't forget his destination.

Knockturn Alley.

The girl behind came out of the fireplace with her hat pulled up to her chin, probably relying on some kind of magic to judge her way ahead.

Draco remembered his shock when he saw her with black hair earlier.

But speaking of it, her black hair, which was twice as long as before, coupled with half of her face covered, was enough to not be recognized by others.

The black hair is tied high into a ponytail, and the hanging silver ribbon has black gemstones and pearls, and when they walk, they collide with each other, making a little crisp sound.

"I didn't want to take you out."

"Why did the hair turn black?" The two asked at the same time.

In the end, she continued, "Because people in the Black family always like people with the same hair color as themselves," she said, and suddenly dragged him into the side alley, "Tell me about your fiancée .”

She trapped him between herself and the wall, the boy's eyes widened uncontrollably, and his face flushed red, even if he was extremely excited, his face probably wouldn't turn red like Weasley did.

"What? Why? Wait, you... how do you know?"

It's not confirmed yet, how does she know?

"They pointed it out to me. She came here with her parents a few days ago." She said, "She looks a bit like me, so I actually suggest that if you don't like her, change your fiancée now."

"What?" He blushed even more.

"I mean, Hermione Granger is a very good witch, but unfortunately you don't like her bloodline, Ginny Weasley is very beautiful, and her bloodline is also very pure, not to mention their family's strong fertility, so If you are not obsessed with marrying a blonde woman, I think she is pretty good. By the way, Pansy is too stupid, please don't think about her." She patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, these things will be dealt with later." Come on, tell me what kind of person your fiancée is? Although I have seen her a few times in school, I haven't spoken to her much."

"Blonde hair..." he mused, but immediately came back to the subject, "Wait, wait, who told you she was my fiancée? She's only in fourth grade..."

"Your father, and..." She thought for a moment, "The Dark Lord."

He shut up all of a sudden.

The Dark Lord had disliked him approaching her from the very beginning.

It was also because of this that Dad was so quick to find a girl of the right age for him.

She sighed, "Draco, think about her and close your eyes."

Her index finger gently pressed his forehead, and her finger was a little cold, so after closing his eyes, he could clearly feel that.

The touch of the point where he and her skin touch is so vivid.

Soon he uncontrollably began to think of his fiancée, she was only in the fourth grade, with blond hair and blue eyes. Pure-blood families usually start looking for fiancées for their children when they are still very young. Of course, there were actually quite a few people who escaped marriage afterwards, just like the Black family on his mother's side, almost every generation of their family produced one or two descendants who were removed from their names because they violated the marriage arranged by the family.

Although his fiancée was in the same college as him, she was two grades younger than him, and he hardly saw her in school.

The girl's fingers left his head, "You have too little impression of her," she commented, "Are you sure you really don't like Hermione? You have the most memories of Hogwarts girls in your head It's Hermione, you even care if her spells go wrong."

"Because she hangs out with Potter all the time," he explained blushing, "I couldn't help not paying attention to her."

"I see," said the girl, "you actually like Harry Potter?"

"No!" he said, "I'm always watching you too!"

"Yes." The girl answered him perfunctorily. "But Harry Potter, you really have been thinking about him."

"Yes," he said as if he wanted to argue with her, "Harry Potter and I have been in the same school for six years, and I will definitely see him! I have been watching him all year you……"

She continued to nod her head, and took out a small silver box inlaid with emeralds from her arms. The box used shrinking magic. She opened the box and found a palm-sized bottle with a label on it. , which says fiancee.

"What is this?" Draco didn't quite understand.

She looked at the bottle, as if she had made a very difficult decision, picked up the bottle and frowned and took a sip.

That was obviously a very nasty drink.

She tore off her hair tie, and her black hair fell over her face like a waterfall.

Draco saw her straight black hair suddenly getting lighter, shortened, and curled, and she shortened a bit too.

After a while, she panted and raised her head, wrapped the hair tie around her hand a few times, and looked up at her.

She had long eyelashes, and she smiled, "Draco."

There are two deep dimples on the cheeks.

"Compound Potion?" He couldn't believe it.