HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The author has something to say: Let me say, since I really can’t write sweet essays, let’s set the hundreds of thousands of words we’re writing now as a weekly program, okay? Voldemort chooses one of the three men to be the hero, and then we start the second week with the way they are reborn with their memories, but in the big setting, they can’t tell about their own rebirth, and then at each critical point In the above, I gave behavior options for you to choose. I think I can't write sweet texts because I am really not sweet enough... The story let me write it. I am satisfied with letting the protagonist die as it should be.

Since Draco came back from his home, he started to visit Regulus constantly.

Although Madam Pomfrey rejected him many times, she said that the boy was always in a coma because he didn't sleep well and he always had a lot of dreams.

But today Draco still managed to meet his cousin.

Regulus leaned on the pillow, his black hair spread out and draped over his shoulders, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, because of that inexplicable disease he hardly ate anything, so thin that the bones on his face stand out.

"Madame Pomfrey said you always come to me." He spoke, but his tone was not like his own, not weak at all.

There are books on the cabinet next to him. Occasionally, when he turns his head away, his hair will cover his chin. From this point of view, the line from his forehead to the bridge of his nose is very similar to that of his sister, only sharper.

Draco was a little dazed.

Until Regulus turned his head to look at him intently, his front profile was originally a little tougher than his sister's, but now that he was so thin, the profile became deeper and clearer, with a pair of deep emerald eyes matched with With black jade-like hair, he is astonishingly handsome.

He looks at someone intently like you are the most important person in the world.

If it wasn't Draco sitting here, but Dumbledore, I'm afraid he could see something disturbing in the boy's face.

"Aren't you worried about her?" Draco said.

"She's safe." Regulus looked at him. "I know that if Hogwarts is safe, your home is the same for her."

"They said she was relying on her beauty..." he said tremblingly, "They said if she wasn't..."

"Draco." The boy held out his hand to him. "Come, my dear cousin, sit beside me."

He didn't look like he was worried at all, but Draco was different.

"Have you seen Lolita?" He tremblingly said to his cousin, "Reculus..."

"I've seen it," Regulus said, "Draco, believe me, I've seen it."

"She said she wasn't Lolita and didn't want people to think of her as Lolita..." Draco trembled, "but she is Lolita now..."

"It's not that exaggerated," Regulus said. "She's much smarter than Lolita."

"No." Draco couldn't help crying, "No, I'm scared, I go back this time, you don't know how he treats her, you don't know the way he looks at her, he looks at her As if he knew she was his, as if he knew she had no choice..."

"He's pushing her a little bit..." he cried, "Regulus, he's just a little bit..."

"Things are not so bad," Regulus explained, "You see, Dumbledore is also very kind to Harry, and he is also kind to my sister..."

"Dumbledore likes men!" said Draco, "he..."

"Dumbledore likes men, but there's nothing between Harry and him, Draco, come and sit with me." Regulus smiled and held out his hand to him, "Come, cousin, I know you Why do you want to cry, I know you think all that is terrible, but cousin, the world is not always so terrible."

"She's your sister!" Draco said, but he sat obediently beside Regulus, and said, "I don't know what to do, I really don't know what to do...I want to help Help her, but I can't, if it wasn't for her, he would have killed me, my father, and my mother..."

"Would kill your whole family," Regulus concluded. "You think you and your parents would die if she wasn't around that person, don't you?"

"Isn't it? People like him..." Draco couldn't help bending over and retching, he always had this problem, and couldn't help vomiting when he was nervous.

The boy listened carefully, patted his back lightly at this moment, and when he calmed down a little, pressed his head on his shoulder, the boy said, "Draco."

Draco seemed to calm down suddenly, his breathing becoming a little more regular.

"Ok?"

"Remember what I told you?"

Draco shook his head.

"Stay away from my sister," Regulus said.

"She's your sister!" Draco raised his head abruptly, "Regulus! Your sister!"

"Draco," Regulus continued, "she has her ways, she's different from you..."

"Do you think she can play him in the palm of her hand?" Draco became excited again. "Do you think she can play him with tricks? Regulus! He's almost seventy years old, Regulus! He She is old enough to be her grandfather! Regulus!"

"Draco." He still had a good temper, and his manner of speaking was very gentle. In this, he was not at all like his father who always irritated others, and he was not like his father who always knew that he would not be punished so he would do whatever he wanted. presumptuous sister.

He is very peaceful.

He whispered, "I grew up with her," he said, "Draco, trust me, there's nothing she can't fix."

"What if there is?" Draco asked back, "I don't think she can solve it now!"

"Then I'll help her," he said, "Draco, there's nothing I can't do with her."

He whispered, "Draco, you just need to protect yourself and don't get hurt," he looked into his cousin's eyes, "You know if you get hurt, she won't heal until your wound heals, right ?"

Draco nodded.

"As long as you're fine," Regulus said, "my sister will be fine," he said, "swear to me, Draco, you'll never hurt yourself on purpose."

"But," Draco recovered, "he..." he trembled, "he wanted her."

"He might want her," Regulus said softly, "but his reason..."

"What sense do you think a person like him has? He doesn't care how old she is, whether she's a child, he..." Draco asked back, "You know...you know my grandpa..."

"That's your grandpa," Regulus said, "he won't. Your grandpa doesn't represent everyone, he doesn't even represent your dad, like your dad would want you as his son but he won't I want you to treat him like a lover."

Regulus said very calmly, "As long as he has a little sense..."

"He won't..." Draco suddenly recovered, "Wait, you mean... your father..."

He grabbed Regulus' hand, "Regulus, your father," he took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "Your father is not Sirius, is he?"

Draco whispered, "They all said that he wanted your mother back then, but my father didn't want it because your mother didn't want to..."

"But your mother still ran away..."

He trembled, "If he did something to your mother..."

Regulus said, "No, no, Draco, calm down, my analogy is not quite right..."

"Of course it's inappropriate!" Harry lifted off the cloak, "You are the children of Sirius, you are Regulus Black!"

Harry jumped out of nowhere, a move that sent Draco bouncing off Regulus' shoulder in shock.

Immediately, Harry looked at Regulus nervously, he felt himself trembling uncontrollably, "You are not his son, you are the son of Sirius, right!"

"Right!" He repeatedly confirmed, "You are not his son, your mother won't lie, right!"

"Harry," Regulus sat up on the bed, "why do you think I'm not his son?"

"Because if you were his son, you'd be a Parseltongue, but you're not! Right!"

"So, you mean, you are a Parseltongue, so you are his son?" Regulus asked back.

"Regulus!" Harry shouted heart-piercingly, Madam Pomfrey rushed over, "What's wrong? I only allowed one person to visit, Harry, why are you here!"

"Regulus!" Harry couldn't help approaching him, "Tell me! Tell me you're not his son! Tell me! Tell me your father is Sirius Black, tell me, tell me you never lie!" "

"He needs rest!" Madam Pomfrey yelled, "Keep your voice down, this young man's heart can't stand your screams!"

"No," said Harry, feeling tears streaming down his cheeks, and he wiped the tears that were building up in his eyes, "you're not his son, you're Sirius' son, aren't you?"

He was almost pleading already.

"Is it really that important to you who my father is, Harry?" Regulus said. "Harry, my father has never been in my life. Who is he to you?" Is it really that important?"

"Young man, you shouldn't be arguing in the infirmary!" Madam Pomfrey said, "If you keep doing this, I'll have to call Headmaster Dumbledore over!"

"I beg you." Harry said softly, he didn't even realize what he said, he just felt that the surrounding environment suddenly became very quiet, "Regulus, I beg you," he said forcefully Wiping his nose, it turned red, "Tell me, Regulus, your father is not that person, your father is Sirius, right?"

"Shut up!" Draco screamed, "Potter, shut up!"

Just a little bit, just a little bit!

If Harry Potter doesn't pop out...

It was only a little bit that Regulus was going to tell him himself!

He still remembered the girl taught him, "Draco," she looked at him, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, "You know, when you want to approach someone," she hooked her tender fingers slightly, "you Let him come by himself."

Immediately her green eyes lit up like stars, "It's like if you want to know something from a person, you have to let him say it by himself."

"You can't rush in, you can't ask, it puts them on their guard, and it's never good to be defensive," she said, "but you can give him a wrong answer so he can help. You modify."

"Show weakness," she said, "Draco, show weakness, of course we have to show weakness and obey in the face of the strong who can crush us. Because we have no choice. But not only that, you don't mind letting anyone People think you are a coward, even if you are facing the idiot among idiots, the coward among cowards. But you still have to make him feel that he has the meaning of his existence."

The corners of her mouth curled up, "For those ignorant idiots, it's really very..." She didn't say the following words.

She hated dealing with Pettigrew, who saw her as a wrathful version of the Dark Lord.So she taught him a little trick and asked him to help her.

But at that time she taught him to deal with idiots like Peter Pettigrew. He didn't know if this trick would work for Regulus, but he had been practicing for a long time, and he had been waiting for a long time! ! !

Bastard Potter!He was going crazy with anger.

But Harry didn't care, he just looked straight at Regulus.

Straight to the point.