HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Your hair..." the boy said hesitantly, "the color of your hair and eyebrows are different."

"I like black more recently." She smiled, showing a few white teeth, "Why are you here?"

"I..." The boy blushed, "I begged my father to take me here during the Christmas holidays, Vera, it's been half a year, I went to your house to look for you, but they all said you have returned to England, me," he shook Shaking his head, "You're fine, right? Are you angry with me?"

"No," she shook her head, "we're back in England."

"But..." He looked at her, "Why are you in Diagon Alley?"

Vera sighed deeply in her heart, "I'm a witch, Lyle." She said, and Lyle only noticed Draco beside her at this time, and he stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm It's Lylehorst."

"Draco Malfoy." Draco stretched out his hand, although he didn't know the name Horst, and the other party didn't look like a very famous pure-blood family, but the wizards in the United States, even if they were Pure blood, British wizards have always looked down on them.

After all, who would follow the Muggles to America if they had enough influence in England?

Lyle froze when he heard his surname, "Are you her brother?" He glanced at Draco, "Are you half-brothers?" he said, and Draco was initially taken aback by this People's logic made him dumbfounded, but when he wanted to get angry, this person had already started the next words that made him even more angry.

"When I told my father about your abilities, my father said that you were probably the illegitimate daughter of a British pure-blood family. He said that the British are the strangest, and they care about the blood most. One drop of Muggle blood would take him out..."

What stupid things is he talking about?What Brit?The stupid Yankee!

Draco had never wanted to slap someone in the face like this before, but Vera held him back.

"No," Vera finally couldn't help sighing out of her mouth, "I only have one brother, Regulus, and Draco is my cousin. I am indeed an illegitimate child, but I use my mother surname. My mother was his father's sister, not his father's lover."

"Oh..." He said, and then he became happy again, "Are you here to play? My parents and I are also playing on this street. Would you like to have an ice cream with us?"

"No need," the girl smiled, pulling Draco back and forth, "my uncle is waiting for us to go back."

But the boy said, "Vera, we're going to be here for another week before we go back, and you want to hang out with me, no, with our house?"

He blushed, almost as red as the embarrassed Weasley who often followed Harry Potter.

He likes her.People with eyes look out.

But anyone with eyes knew he wasn't good enough for her.

Draco looked at him critically, with black hair and brown eyes, and a few freckles on his face, his blushing was like a black-haired Weasley, and he seemed to be less intelligent than Clark, and his name was nothing A famous pure-blood family, just such a person, still thinking of asking a Malfoy out to hang out?

"If I had the chance," she smiled, "but now we have to go back to dinner."

"Are you going back for dinner at 04:30?" The boy looked at his watch smartly.

Draco was in awe of the boy's brains.

"Yes, we have other things to do. We are going to visit one of our relatives and get home before dinner, or my grandpa will be angry."

She lied without changing her face.

Immediately the boy handed over a business card in his hand, "We are staying in a Muggle hotel, and we are here mainly to see the Muggles," he blushed again, "I thought... I Thought you wouldn't...wouldn't be here."

Black-haired Weasley.

Draco thought to himself again, this is just a black-haired Weasley, stupid and obsessed with Muggles, and even regarded an extremely talented witch as a Muggle.

She took the business card with a smile, looked at it for a while, and nodded to the other party, "If there is a chance, I will go to play with you."

"May I write to you with an owl?" the boy asked her. "I thought you weren't a witch..."

"of course can."

She was speaking her American English again, and God, could that even be called English?

She repeatedly told the other party that she was really busy and in a hurry, and she must leave now, right away. Her original British euphemism was gone, American Muggles were stupid, and American wizards were even more stupid.

She smiled, and when she was finally able to leave, the boy stopped her again, and her fingers on Draco's hand tightened for a moment——Draco was happy when he realized that she was also impatient a little bit.

But the boy was clumsy, and slowly took out a photo from his wallet, "If, if you are a witch, then I can give you this photo..." He blushed and said, "I think I took a very Well, really, it's just that my dad keeps telling me not to give magical things to Muggles, Vera..."

The girl took the photo and held it up in front of him, and Draco glanced sideways at it. It showed Vera in a pair of Muggle jeans and a dark tank top—the jeans weren't necessarily thicker than the palm of his hand. long.

Her hands were in her pockets, her long eyelashes twinkled, and her green eyes were looking at them suspiciously.The blond hair was pinned under a wide-brimmed sunhat with a huge bow.

"Thank you." She smiled.

"No need." The boy smiled silly again.

If this continues, I'm afraid they will never even think about leaving Diagon Alley in this life.

He thought, with a cold face, "Vera, we should go."

He reminded her.

She smiled, "Goodbye, Lyle."

After the two of them walked for a long time, Draco looked back subconsciously, and found that Lyle was still looking at their backs with a silly smile.

"You actually played with him?" he exaggerated, "I think Weasley is smarter than him!"

"I feel the same way," the girl sighed. "I feel tired talking to him."

Feeling happier in his heart, he continued, "Why do you recognize him?"

"Forgot," she said casually. "Is there anything that can destroy the magic photo? Will it cause any problems?" She said, "It looks terrible to burn this kind of photo, especially your own."

He subconsciously reached out to her, "Give it to me, I'll go back and ask Dad."

She handed him the photo, "I don't want to see it again."

He subconsciously took the photo and put it in his pocket. "Why?"

Another green flame jumped out of her fingertip, and that flame burned the plain Muggle card.

"When Muggles first invented the camera, they thought the picture would take away part of the soul," she said, "but their picture just leaves a shadow, whereas ours still seem to have a sense of self. same, respond to our actions, so," she concluded, "I don't like magic pictures, and I don't like moving portraits, as if I've imprisoned myself in the portraits and the pictures."

She's thinking the same way those Muggles who don't want to be photographed, Draco thought.

But he said, "Okay."

He touched his pocket carefully, as if there was a secret in it.

The two of them continued walking from Diagon Alley to Knockturn Alley, when they passed Platinum Blog Antiques.She glanced into the store and met the eyes of Mr. Platinum who was looking up.

The unknown object in the latter's hand fell to the table with a clang and fell to the ground, and he immediately bent down to pick it up.

The girl watched for a while, then turned and walked up another narrow side road with Draco.

"I want a dragon," she said suddenly.

"I'll ask Dad for you." He agreed.

"No," she shook her head, "I don't need it, it's too troublesome."

"Are you still going to the Muggles?" he asked her.

"No, let's go back." She rubbed her head, "I feel tired."

Then, without warning, she suddenly fell to the side.

Draco grabbed her in panic, "What's wrong with you!"

She shook her head, and he supported her to lean against the wall for a while, and she leaned on it, and suddenly said, "Draco, I have a headache."

"Is it very powerful?" He held her hand, "Let's go home, Vera, let's go back."

Her hat slid down, and the black hair slid out of the hat and slanted over her shoulders and covered most of her face. Draco saw that her eyes suddenly seemed to lose focus, but then the focus came back, and she suddenly asked him, "who I am?"

"Vera?!" He was terrified and kept calling her name, "Vera, Vera!"

She suddenly seemed to come to her senses again, she looked at him, and suddenly laughed, "Yes, I am Vera."

But then she covered her head again.

"what happened to you?"

She reached out to him, "Draco, hold me, I can't stand."

He listened to her, stood beside her and leaned against the wall with her, letting her lean on his shoulders.

And her voice was barely audible, "I want to go back to sleep."

He said, "Okay, okay, let's go back."

She put the jewel on the headband in the palm of her hand, covered his hand, and let the gold thread on the jewel disappear.

The next second, they appeared outside Malfoy Manor.

Immediately, she couldn't stand still and fell to Draco. Before he could react, the two of them fell to the ground together.

When he fell down, he subconsciously adjusted his body, put his hands on her waist, and let her fall into his arms. He could feel her softness, as soft and thin as the cat she turned into before. Beneath the skin and muscle were slender bones, and he felt he could snap them off at any time.

He subconsciously held her wrist, which was slender, soft, and fragile...but also warm, always reminding you that she is a living person and not anything else.

Her body is a kind of contradictory fragility. On the one hand, you want to be gentle with her, lest she shatter like a glass vessel, but on the other hand, it seems that you always have the urge to smash the glass vessel to the ground , you always want to see her broken look.

She has an aroma like milk and fruit.

That's not the smell of her shampoo or anything. The smell of shampoo and shower gel floats on the surface, and that smell comes from the depths of her skin rather than the surface layer. It's a smell that comes out of her bones.

It was her own smell.

She didn't know why, as if she didn't realize that she was in his arms, she just closed her eyes slightly, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Her face was inches from his.

He froze, feeling his heart pounding.

He wanted to hug her tighter, but he didn't dare to go any further after his arms tightened a little.

she smells really...

After a while, she pushed him away and sat in the snow with her hair draped over her shoulders, and she glanced at her black hair, then she gritted her teeth and pressed her hands on her hair, which grew from black It begins to fade gradually to the original pale gold color.

She held onto her blond hair in a fit of anger.

"Vera."

Draco called her name in fear.

She gently rubbed her head with her hands, agreed softly, and said, "Let me sit for a while."

After a while.

She obviously had a terrible headache, her fingers were all inserted into her long hair, her knees were curled up, and she buried her face in her knees and hair.

It was very cold in the snow, bitingly cold.

Both of them are very well dressed and very thin.

I don't know if it's because of the weather or because of the headache, but she has been shivering.

He wanted to touch her, but he didn't dare to touch her.

"Vera?" He subconsciously called her again.

Her face, buried in her knees, turned sideways, and suddenly a green eye, a deep emerald eye, emerged from her hair.

He couldn't help shivering.

So bland, that eye.

That eye seemed to be ignorant and ignorant, and it seemed to have no emotion at all. However, it was more like an eye without life.

"Vera?" He subconsciously called her name again.

That eye finally found the focus, it blinked and blinked, and finally lifted up slowly, her whole face lifted from her arms, "Huh?"

"What's wrong with you?" He asked her nervously.

"It's nothing," she said softly, "I'm just sleepy and I should go get some sleep."

He believed it, and stretched out his hand to her, "Let me help you up."

He took her cold hand and pulled her up from the ground, "You should go back to sleep," he thought she was always reading, "Speaking of which, you don't have to read like Granger, you have more than her." There are many talents."

The girl nodded, "We should go back."

He felt that the girl's hand was very cold, and subconsciously did not dare to let go, but kept holding her hand.

But as they got closer and closer to the Malfoy house, he felt the girl's hand tense.

"Vera!" He subconsciously called her.

"Call me by name." She told him calmly, "Tell me who I am."

He was a little scared, held her hand and kept calling her name.

There are many broken pictures in her head that are constantly spinning and flying, and all kinds of emotions are surging and entangled in her head, but in the end, it is none other than Bellatrix's voice that brings her back to consciousness. , said the latter, "The Dark Lord wants you to go to him as soon as you return."

Everything in front of her eyes suddenly came into focus, and she looked towards the witch who made the voice, showing a perfect smile, "He wants me to go there?"

"Yes." Bellatris smiled back at her too.

She turned her head to one side and smiled lazily with her cheek resting on one hand, but this smile subconsciously frightened Draco, he had never seen her smile like this before.

She untied her robe and stuffed it into his hand.

He subconsciously caught the robe, and found that it had become wet because she had been sitting in the snow for a long time.