HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Yes." She laughed again, she often laughs, but Astoria's dimples are a bit too deep, if the usual Vera has a fox-like playfulness or a cat-like pride With that expression, now she has Astoria's face on her face, she smiles a little too sweetly, more like a normal little girl.

"Okay," she said, "now let's go to that Weasley's joke shop, they gave me a discount the last time I went in, hopefully this time around too."

After finishing speaking, before Draco could speak, she continued, "Let's go back to the previous question," she said, "Draco, there is something about this lady that makes me feel like me, she looks like There's some sort of curse, if you fall in love with her she'll probably break your heart in the end, so in my opinion you'd better get another fiancée."

"I don't like her," he said.

"Great. Do you like Ginny? They say you think she's beautiful."

"You're beautiful, too," he said, and then quickly, "Pretty doesn't mean anything, she's a Weasley, and everyone knows she likes Harry Potter."

"In terms of the fertility of the Weasleys, I don't think you can find a better pure-blood marriage than marrying her," she said. "You know your family has been an only child for three generations, right?"

"Marrying someone is not just to have children with her!" He cried out in a low voice, "Even if it's for blood, I can choose someone I like more!"

"Oh? Don't tell me you're ready to follow the kind of thing that your blood of the Black family often does—being expelled from the family for love?" She said, slowing down her pace and walking side by side with him.

"Why do you ask that?" He blushed a little.

They walked to the Weasley joke shop, and she walked in. It was the Christmas holidays, and many students came to this shop to pass the time at this time.

She doesn't know much about Astoria's interpersonal relationship, but this little girl is very beautiful by a certain standard, and she seems to have a good personality. I have seen several of her in this small joke shop classmates, and even two boys would greet her.

Draco's memories of his fiancée are pitifully few, while Vera's is about zero, but the only memories of both of them show that the fiancée seems to have a good temper, so Vera treats every Everyone responded with sweet smiles, and then pulled Draco hard towards them.

She is very good at putting on a cute and ignorant look.

Draco was at a loss and raised his head to look at the other party, and the other party immediately smiled ambiguously. The marriage contract between the two of them was something that everyone in the pure-blood family knew to some extent.

"I don't think you should use her hair." He whispered, "I'm afraid these people will talk about it."

"It doesn't matter," she raised her eyebrows, "Draco, if you take her out to play tomorrow, people won't think that today is mine. What's more," she paused for a while, "except for the group of people at home , I don't have any other people's hair to use. Unless you want to go shopping with Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter is at Hogwarts," Draco whispered, "he doesn't know why he's so on good terms with the Weasleys, we'll be in more trouble if you use Harry Potter's hair, etc. ,' he remembered one thing, "how did you get Harry Potter's hair?"

"It's too simple." She said, straightening Draco's collar, "Draco, your collar is crooked."

He subconsciously said thank you.

Immediately, the girl turned her palm over and spread it out, and a golden hair lay quietly inside.

"As for your fiancée, when she came here with her parents and sisters to visit the Dark Lord a few days ago," she explained, "I happened to be combing her hair, so I helped her comb it twice, luckily, I Got three of her hairs."

She always seems to be able to easily approach a person.

She snapped her fingers, and a small green flame jumped out, and the blond hair burned to ashes in her hands.

"Okay," she said, "I only have one hour, hurry up and check out, I also want to go to the bookstore to see if there are any new books."

When she paid the bill, she spread everything on the table, and the Weasley twins said, "Miss, although we don't hate you, but because you are with him, we decided to charge you double price."

"Take it." She shrugged.

"They said you were engaged," said one of the twins.

"Well, at least there are now." She counted out a dozen Jin Jialong, "For this reason, I decided to give you three times the money."

The Weasley twins smiled, still holding the original price, "We were just kidding you."

She thanked them and patted the ashes on their shoulders, "You really look alike." Then she followed Draco out of the store with the paper bag in her arms, and collected the two short strands of hair she had picked up. into the pocket.

"You shouldn't be hanging out with those Weasleys," he said slightly reproachfully.

"Don't like me." The girl said.

"What?" He thought he didn't hear clearly.

"I said, Draco, don't like me." She said clearly again.

His face lost all color, "Why?"

"I'm the woman you should persuade me to marry if you don't like someone." The girl fiddled with her long curly hair, "Remember this, Draco."

"I," he said with difficulty, feeling as if his throat was frozen, "I..."

"Seriously, I said your fiancée will break your heart because I don't think she'll live long," she said, taking his hand, her fingers warmer than his, "but my husband ,will die."

"Many years ago one of our ancestors was courted and cursed, and the man cursed that the father of her child would suffer and die." She said, "Draco, the father of my child will suffer die after suffering."

Although she has become Astoria, she still has her unique scent of roses on her body, "The women in our family are a curse, my brother warned you, my mother hinted at you, not even your father Willing to keep the two of us together forever." She curled her lips, "Sometimes I think about my father and think he deserves to be a Gryffindor."

"I'm not afraid." He felt as if he were a frozen bird thrown into hot water, getting what little warmth it had before dying.He felt that he didn't know whether he was happy or excited, and he eagerly held the other's hand, "I'm not afraid."

But the girl shook her head, "Draco," she sighed, "you don't understand."

"Even if you like Astoria better than me, Astoria will break your heart at most," she said, "And I, I will completely destroy you, from mind to body. From mind to dignity."

Before the boy could continue, she sighed, "Come here. Follow me, let's go to the bookstore."

"Are you worried about what he's doing to me?"

"You mean the Dark Lord?" The girl didn't turn her head.

"Yes."

"He just doesn't want me to have a husband, doesn't want me to have children, believe me," the girl continued, "he won't like any man getting too close to me, not just you, but you, if he wants to hurt you would hurt me at the same time, so you're now safer than anyone else who wants to get close to me, and more hated by him because of it, but trust me, Draco, you'll be fine."

"He likes you," he said, "but he...he's almost old enough to be our grandfather."

Not almost, but possible and even more than that.

The girl turned her head, "Now I believe what he said about the goldfish."

"what?"

"It's nothing." The girl continued to walk forward, "Age is actually not a problem. Women in our family have never found a husband who is similar to their own age. Sirius is an outlier. Oh, wait, by the way, he is not me. Mother's husband, he was just my father - my mother never married him. But among other things, your grandfather was 14 years older than my grandmother."

"Only 14 years old." He said, but a little pale. "he……"

"It is said that she was only 14 when he met her. She was only half his age at that time." She continued, "Tell me, Draco, you will fall in love with a 28-year-old when you are 14." girl?"

He is not easy to answer.But the Dark Lord is much older than 28 years old.

"I don't know how wizards explain this, but Muggles tell me it's called pedophilia." She shrugged. "Do you know that there is a book called Lolita? It's pretty good."

"I never watch Muggle stuff," he said.

"That's a pity, I'll buy a copy for you to read next time." She played with the ends of her hair indifferently, "Draco, you just need to remember that I am not Lolita. I love when people think of me as Lolita."

They walked to the bookstore, and she walked around the bookstore for a while, then suddenly said, "Do you know about the first Dark Lord Grinwald?"

"He was defeated by Dumbledore," he said. "He's probably in Nurmengard now."

"I want to meet him," she said. "I read some books about him recently, and I want to talk to him."

"That's impossible. Nurmengard is a prison he built himself. I don't know where it is, but we obviously can't find him."

"Do you think he knows?"

He saw her eyes and suddenly understood, "I don't think he needs to know."

"Greenwald, Dumbledore, and him are all excellent wizards."

The girl changed the positions of a few books in her hand, "I want to know more about Greenwald, I can order books here, can't I?" She put the books on the cash register.

"Yes, what do you want?" he said before the clerk.

She smiled and took the quill from one side, "I hope it can be a book about these two words," the quill slid across the paper, "Greenwald, Nurmengard."

The clerk glanced at her in surprise, but was perhaps persuaded by the dark background looming behind Greenglass, "If this is what you need, Miss..."

Draco said, "Sent to my house. It's the book I wanted."

"There are not many books about these two, should I make a book list for you to choose?"

Vera pulled her hood back to her eyes, "I'm going back."

She walked out of the store quickly, and Draco realized that she was about to run out of time for the compound potion. He didn't know how to choose. He just glanced at the dozen or so books written by the other party. He said , "We want them all."

He ordered the other party to send the books to his home again, and followed the girl out of the store.

The girl had been standing outside with her hat on for quite some time.

In just a few minutes, the girl grew a little taller, and a strand of long straight black hair leaked from the hat.

Draco asked again, "Why is your hair black now?"

"I want black hair."

"Why? Don't girls wish they had blonde hair?"

"This reason is more difficult to explain," she said, "Theoretically, I think it is more likely that I have black hair, and dark genes tend to cover light-colored ones. Even if there are people with blond hair in the family, two Black-haired people have a [-] in [-] chance of having a blond child. I've always felt that blond hair in our family represented something ominous."

Draco didn't quite understand the word genetics she kept saying.

But he knew her mother had blond hair, and the black hair was just the result of the dye.

"Your mother was blonde, your grandmother was blonde, and you have the same hair color as them."

"Okay, okay," she said, not wanting to discuss the topic with him, "I just want to see how I look with black hair."

"I want to go to the Muggles for a stroll. Don't follow me, just stroll here for a while. I'll probably finish it in two hours. Wait for me at the door or here."

"Vera! You know he asked me to follow you because he didn't want you to go off to Muggles," he said. "You know I can't lie to him..."

"When did you decide to practice Occlumency?" she sighed. "Draco…"

She suddenly realized that someone had been watching her.

Subconsciously, she lowered her hat a little more, took the boy's hand and turned around, intending to walk into Knockturn Alley.In the hair band around her wrist was a black gemstone tied with gold thread, and that gemstone was the Portkey back to the Malfoy house.

Just go to a secluded place and untie the thread with magic...

She walked quickly, and Draco was held by her hand, and he understood the situation almost immediately.

But, "Vera!"

The boy behind him yelled, and the boy beside him subconsciously glanced at her again.

She had no choice but to stop, turned her head, looked at the other party in surprise, and then smiled brightly at the other party, "Long time no see, Lyle."