HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

But, the Dark Lord went on, as if talking to himself, "I wish I could swallow her whole and hide her in my stomach, so that no one could take her from me, nor could anyone Hurt her. Nothing is safer," he murmured, "the world is too dangerous for beautiful children like them."

Snape thought it sounded better with the addition of the latter.

But... after thinking about it again, he still felt that the Dark Lord's words were really creepy.

"I don't want her to go anywhere, she has to stay with me..." said the Dark Lord, "You see she's only been to Hogwarts for a few months..."

He stopped suddenly, showing a bit of gritted teeth expression.

"You know we can torture a man without harming his body, right?" He looked at Snape. "You know we can put a petrifying spell on Draco..."

"He didn't dare," said Snape. "My lord, you and I both know that boy is a coward."

"Yes," the Dark Lord relaxed a little, "the man in their family... huh."

"She has me."

The Dark Lord was finally back to normal, and he was even smiling a little.

Yes, she has him, and few out-of-the-box people dare to offend him.

Dumbledore was one, but he also believed the girl almost abnormally.

Sometimes Snape really didn't understand what that girl did. Whether it was the Dark Lord in front of him or Dumbledore, he believed her deep in his heart.

"Snape, tell me, how many 14-year-old girls are as bad-tempered as her?"

Although he said so, his attitude towards her was as if Narcissa doted on her only son, or even worse.

Except for his creepy eating and being eaten just now.

"Master," said Snape, "I think she has a Sirius-like personality, a bit rebellious."

He said this tentatively.

but.

"No," the Dark Lord shook his head, "not like him, he is so stupid and reckless, she is not like him." He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and Nagini climbed up from under the table, hissing Stick out your tongue at him.

"They all say she looks like me." He concluded, his muscles twitching a little, as if laughing.

Snape listened thoughtfully, but his eyes were fixed on a little red light by the wall.

The Dark Lord followed his line of sight to see a ruby ​​ring.

"A few days ago," he couldn't help laughing, "she was using some rings as marbles," he laughed, "she never put rings on her fingers, that's what those things do to her. ’ He seemed to think of something interesting, ‘I’m pretty good at that.’

When he was in the orphanage, he played with stones.

At that time he was a child who disdained to play with those around him, he didn't care about his companions but lacked toys.

Stones are everywhere.

So he is particularly good at this kind of one-man game.

So did she, there were too many idiots in this house, and she had too much time.

But she can play with him.

He still remembers that she came over with a box of rings with various gemstones, and ordered him in a slightly spoiled tone, "Play with me." (playwithme)

When someone is present, she will save him a little face, use interrogative sentences, and ask if it is possible, if it is possible. (Canyou, Mayyou)

So much so that he subconsciously only dared to restrain her a little when there were people around.Although she may not be able to listen, at least she will not directly attack him without even thinking about it.

And when no one was around, she would almost only order him.

However, he was willing to accept her order.

He always said without thinking, "Yes, my lady."

Whenever she ordered him, he would subconsciously obey all her demands.

She is very arrogant, so arrogant that sometimes you want to teach her that the world is cruel.

He wanted to teach her the cruelty of the world, but her arrogance made her look so cute.

And he had to be a little soft on her - she looked a bit upset when he won her the second time.

When she is unhappy, she won't be willing to stay with him, and it's not the kind that doesn't sit together, but the kind that won't stay in a house with him at all.

He didn't want her to always run out alone.

So he always had to coax her.

But after playing more than a dozen rounds, he almost didn't have to let her go. After a few more times, he even wanted to lament that this body was really inflexible and inflexible.

She's really smart, isn't she?

He felt that she was good in everything she did, and even the way she lost her temper fascinated him.He likes her best when she is a little angry but still able to restrain herself a little.

He would subconsciously annoy her, then make her happy before she exploded.

She would stare at him with those green eyes, and though he was a little frightened on the one hand, he was almost amused on the other.He sometimes felt like he was about to laugh, but he knew he couldn't, he had to hold back his expression, because once he did she would explode.

He didn't realize that this attitude was the same as that of a boy of a few years old.

And Snape was thinking, playing marbles with a ring?This is really a luxury game.He even wondered if he would get his salary for several years if he looked around the house more before going home.

The Dark Lord said, "She's lovely. Isn't she?"

Snape felt himself shudder.The Dark Lord had never said the word cute in such a tone. If Snape recalled, he felt that the last time his master spoke in a similar word and in a complimenting tone, he was referring to My own twelve-foot pet.

And it swallowed a living person.

His master asked him again, "What has Dumbledore been up to lately?"

"Nothing special, still on good terms with the Potter boy. He had a crush on the Black boy for a while, but since last time," Snape said, "the last time Miss gave him that He cut himself a little bit further away from the… the Black boy. At first it seemed to me that he even thought the Black boy was more talented, but now…"

"That boy," the Dark Lord paused for a while after he didn't know what to think of, "that boy...how is he?"

"Very sick, almost always in the infirmary, but his mother wouldn't let him go to the hospital."

"He won't live long," said the Dark Lord. "What does that boy look like?"

"Like his sister, he doesn't look like his mother," Snape said cautiously, "black hair and green eyes..." he said gently, "a bit like..."

you.

"Sounds like Harry Potter." The Dark Lord sneered, "just missing a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt."

Snape hesitated for a while, then said, "But that boy is very handsome, he excels in every subject, especially Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, I've never seen a more talented boy than him." student."

He said, but the Dark Lord was clearly not interested, "Well, I see."

The Dark Lord clearly preferred this girl.

"When did you know?"

"What?" Snape asked subconsciously.

"When did you know who she is." The Dark Lord looked at him, "No one else knows."

"I've been thinking about it all the time," Snape said in a low voice, "but you dote on her, Master," he said, recalling his disapproval when he said she was like Sirius earlier, he said, "and Miss, like you, is very talented in potions and black arts. So when she just said that she is of mixed blood, I understood."

Does anyone know who the father of the twins is?If he thinks he is, then he is.

But the most important thing is that when the boy smiled at him, he really saw the shadow of his hard-to-please, uncertain master in the other's face.

At that time, his master had been forcing Lucius to hand over his sister to him. Think about Bellatris, although he didn't know why he was always so interested in other women's women.

But then it's not hard to accept it all.

"Then how does she know that you know?" the Dark Lord whispered, before laughing again. "She knows everything."

Sounds very smug.

"Miss is very smart..."

"Snape, the boy told you, didn't he?" his Master said casually.

Snape paused for a while, and finally chose to tell the truth.

"No, he told me you were not his sister's father."

"He said that?" Voldemort braced his chin.

This action is exactly the same as that boy.

Snape thought.

Snape said cautiously, "Harry Potter forced him to admit that his father was Sirius, but is it really important that the boy kept asking him who his father was? Harry Potter was so emotional that I was afraid of him." would hurt...the boy, so..."

"Why?" said the Dark Lord, "he doesn't like the Slytherin blood on his body?"

Then he frowned, "Indeed, he did go to Ravenclaw."

"He's just acting..." Snape thought for a while, then said with difficulty, "I don't know, Master, I don't understand what he's thinking."

"No big deal." The Dark Lord said noncommittally. "How is Draco? Is he doing anything?"

"He didn't do anything, he's starting to be cautious now."

"Hmph, he really should do this." The Dark Lord said, Nagini obediently fell to his feet, he stretched out his hand to stroke his pet, "Does Dumbledore know who he is?"

"I don't know," said Snape, "but I think he's suspicious."

He had been pinched by the boy, who had said it in front of Draco, who had been threatened never to tell Dumbledore about it.

Since you can't tell Dumbledore, why tell yourself?

Those twins are pretty damn smart.

One got into Slytherin, and went around introducing herself as a "Slytherin," but no one ever wondered what she meant by Slytherin.

One is that after entering Ravenclaw, he will never compete with the world, never turn himself into Dumbledore's army, and refuse to have anything to do with Slytherin.

No one ever lied, but no one told the truth either.

"But anyway, Harry Potter loves Sirius so much, he must love Sirius' son too, right?" The way it was at that time."

Just show him what that girl was like when it was yours, that fragile savior will break down.

Snape thought, "Harry Potter, I think he likes Missy a little bit."

"Of course." The Dark Lord laughed, "I would like to know who doesn't like her." He said calmly, "Don't worry about him, she doesn't like him."

That kid doesn't even have a pretty face, let alone a brain.

Mindless and ugly.He thought, what are you doing alive?

He leaned on the table with his chin propped up. Although his movements were a bit stiff, he was still quite personable.

The premise is that you don't look at your face.

that boy...

Snape repeatedly thought of the boy before, pale and thin, with black hair covering half of his face, a pair of green eyes that were so dark that they were almost black, and it scared him when he laughed.

He was like a looming shadow of the Dark Lord before him.

Being younger is also more scary, because young people always have unlimited possibilities.

"Meet her before you go back, she is waiting for you," said the Dark Lord. "If she runs outside without a robe, remember to remind her not to let her freeze."

Then he added, "Don't say I said it, she likes to fight against me recently."

The more he told her not to do something, the more she insisted on doing something, he thought.

But at the same time he thought, what does that matter?She is that good.