HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

He was so frightened that he almost screamed, "No, ma'am, I don't like children, not at all, neither mine nor anyone else's, well," he said, "promise me you won't have children, promise Me. You're only 14 years old and you don't need to think about children or not, do you?"

But she said, "I'm 14, you know, I'm old enough and mature enough to at least have kids."

He felt like someone had rubbed his heart and stomach into a ball.

He said, "Miss, I promise..."

"You won't let me marry, and you won't allow me to have children of my own, will you?"

"Yes," he said, "your child will only bring you a curse of death. I will not let you die."

Any daring brat who dared to impregnate her would skin that brat alive.No, it's not just as simple as skinning alive...

The girl stood there looking at him, and after a while, she said, "You know how much pure-blood families love marriage, don't you?"

"Yes."

"At least half of the people in this house have various blood relatives and nominal relatives with me, do you know?"

"Yes." He tried to say, trying to stay calm.

"I'm confused," she said.

"What do you want to know?" he asked cautiously.

"The fact that Sirius' parents are cousins ​​confuses me enough that Bellatrix was only 13 when her father gave birth to her."

She looks at him.

"Do wizards really not understand what pedophilia is? Does Bellatrix's mother know that her behavior is a kind of pedophilia?"

He paused for a while, "That's all in the past..."

Then he said, "So you shouldn't be running around..."

"I'm wondering if Bellatrice's obsession with you is a weird Electra complex, because her father is old enough to be her brother and I firmly believe that he must not be a good brother in a certain sense. They How do people in my family have the courage to call their father their father?"

She paused for a while, "You seem to be older than her father."

He suddenly felt every nerve in his body stand up alertly.

"Hmm...maybe?" he said, watching her every expression nervously.

"So you knew it," she said softly, "How old was she at that time? Was she half as old as you?"

She looked at him, "Shouldn't be there."

It is already an affirmative sentence.

He was stared at by those green eyes and dared not say another word.

She stands on the moral high ground, and no matter what, she creates a high ground for herself and stands there.

It's over, it's over, this round, this round that he thought he was sure of winning...

But it doesn't matter.

He sat obediently, like a student listening to training.

She sneered, "At least now I know that in the eyes of the Black family, I am old enough, at least I will never be the youngest parent in their eyes. Because even if I get pregnant tonight, I will give birth to that child in ten months I was 15 years old instead of 13 years old." She concluded.

What else can he do? ? ?

"You won't see that child," he promised. "I promise it will never come before your eyes. You don't need to think about it."

Don't even think about making a child yourself.

She tilted her head, her blond hair covered the lower half of her face, her green eyes were shining, but she still didn't smile.

Just looking at him, just looking at him with those big green eyes.

She looked at the Dark Lord like that, so he subconsciously sat up straight and repeated subconsciously, "I promise it will never appear in front of you."

"You won't even let me go out alone," she said, "but look what you've done to yourself?"

He really couldn't refute her.

For a moment he even felt that he had done something wrong.

but.

But he can't compromise on this point.

"You're only 14 years old," he emphasized, "Miss, you haven't even memorized the road to Knockturn Alley, and you're not even as heavy as Nagini!" Running around outside?"

She stood up straight again, "First, you know she is a snake! Or a boa constrictor! You shouldn't and can't compare me with a boa constrictor!"

He whispered, "But you..."

It's over, he provoked her again.

In other words, he personally delivered a better reason for his rage into her hands.

He got it, he should shut up.

"Second, from head to tail, she is longer than two of me! I will never be heavier than her in my life! And you can't keep me from going out for the rest of my life!" She completely ignored him, and raised her eyebrows. voice.

Indeed, comparing Nagini to her weight is somewhat insulting...

He dared not speak.

He has already deeply realized his wrong analogy.

"You know you're very old, don't you?" she asked him. (Note)

He didn't dare to speak, for fear of angering her again.

"Do all men do it? Or just you?" she asked him.

He subconsciously wanted to hide himself, but obviously his self-esteem was still alive, and the remaining self-esteem did not allow him to do such shameless things in front of his servants, but facing those eyes and that face , he had to whisper, "Well, I was wrong, miss," he was very embarrassed but had to answer, "I promise this kind of thing will never happen again, I promise you will not see that child..."

She took a deep look at him again, turned around and walked out the door. A group of Death Eaters watched her walking out and let out a breath cautiously, and the Dark Lord also relaxed his back.

However, just as she walked to the door, she turned around suddenly, so everyone subconsciously held their breath and straightened their backs, and the Dark Lord sat upright again.

"By the way," she said, "I don't want asparagus tonight. I want strawberries with a little cream on top and a little sugar. No icing, but granulated sugar."

"Aren't you going to have dinner today?" the Dark Lord asked her.

"I'm tired." She said, the door automatically opened in front of her and closed behind her.

Her blond hair is not black when she went out in the morning, and it is much shorter than before. It no longer hangs at her waist, but just hangs at her chest. The blond hair and the royal blue Muggle dress she is wearing today It looks like a perfect match.

Alex leaned down obsequiously, "Master, Miss seems to be in a bad mood today..."

Lucius often wondered why the rest of the pure-blood family were such idiots these days.

Their master sneered, "Really? You think you can cheer her up?"

And Alex hadn't learned to shut up. "Maybe we can..."

"Go get her some strawberries." Lucius continued, "Although it's snowing outside now, there are always strawberries in the greenhouse."

The Dark Lord looked her in the eye for the first time in many days, "Lucius, your sister likes strawberries too, doesn't she?"

"Yes," Lucius replied flattered, "so the house has been planted with magic all the time."

Before his master could speak, he immediately picked up the topic, "I can pick some strawberries for her right now. She has exactly the same preferences for strawberries as my own mother."

He said, waiting for his master to tell him to go out.

"Do you think she is more like your sister, or more like your sister's mother?"

Lucius was suddenly blessed, and he whispered, "No, she is like you, master, aside from her appearance, her personality and the way she treats people and things are very similar to you."

His master was very pleased with the answer, "Like me, eh?"

Then he laughed hoarsely, his voice was very unpleasant, but Lucius guessed it meant he was satisfied with his answer, "When will your son return to Hogwarts?"

"There are still twelve days left for the Christmas holiday, and he will go back when the twelve days are over." Lucius said cautiously.

He shuddered to think that just a few days ago the Dark Lord had not liked his son getting too close to that girl.

"What are you worried about?" The Dark Lord glanced at him. "She doesn't like your son."

He seemed to be in a good mood.

The people around laughed.

It's like finally getting an outlet.

The dark atmosphere where two people were wrestling with each other finally disappeared. The status of her and the Dark Lord fluctuated in that conversation, making everyone worried that the Dark Lord would fall into a rage in a certain second, but Now the oppression has finally become one-sided.

The Dark Lord glanced at everyone, and they subconsciously fell silent.

"She belongs to me, and though she's throwing childish tantrums now, she still belongs to me," he said. "You better remember that."

Yes, she could do this, but because he wanted to.

Still oppressive, but at least one kind of oppression is easier than double oppression.

The Dark Lord sat where he was, thinking of something, "Put that thing on the fireplace away." The Dark Lord said, "It's too dangerous to put there."

Lucius raised his head, not realizing how dangerous the shield with his family crest engraved was, it had been there when he was a child.Speaking of the sword in the back - no wizard is afraid of a sword.

But he obliged anyway, and the house-elves hopped away shields and swords, and he found the Dark Lord watching their movements until they were over.

Immediately, his master said, "You can go out now."

After everyone had gone out, the Dark Lord suddenly realized that his spine was still tense, he couldn't help laughing in a self-deprecating manner, and finally relaxed and leaned on the sofa.

Nagini wrapped around him, leaning his head on his shoulder, and he knocked on its head with his hands, talking to himself.

"Don't tell her those weird things."

Nagini still hissed and spat out the letter.

He reached out and touched his pet who had been with him all the time, and he didn't know what to think of, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and sat motionless on the sofa.