HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

This is the sixth summer vacation that Harry Potter has spent at the Dursleys' house, and this is also the penultimate summer vacation.

The scar on his head hurts from time to time, but he can't help but feel happy sometimes these days.

Since he felt that this mood swing should come from Voldemort, he mentioned it to Dumbledore.

Because he hadn't felt Voldemort's affection for a long time since the incident at the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore thought about it for a few days, and then suddenly picked him up from the Weasley's house and sent him back. at the Dursleys' house.

After he quarreled with Draco when he was shopping for the robe that day, he was trembling with anger. Although Hermione had been comforting him, but after a few hours, he suddenly had dinner with the Weasleys. Laughing happily, and at this moment, they happened to be talking about those crazy things Bellatrix did, such as hanging a Muggle on a telephone pole and cutting his skin, so the laughter seemed real Out of season.

On the one hand, he felt that his joy was unimaginable, but on the other hand, he couldn't restrain himself.

Everyone thought it was Voldemort's mood, and his mood was influenced by that person again.

Dumbledore eventually sent him back to the Dursleys for safety.

Everything Dumbledore did was for his own safety, Harry thought, but on the other hand he felt that he had never heard Dumbledore say everything about himself, so Dumbledore probably couldn't understand What is the uncontrollable dislike for one's cousin.

Every day when Harry woke up in his little storage room, he lamented that another day of summer vacation had passed.

He really wished that time would pass faster and he would be able to get on the Hogwarts train right away so that he would never have to come back here again.

But then someone rang the Dursleys' doorbell.

Harry could hear his heavy breathing and loud footsteps as his fat, disgusting, brusque uncle shifted his clumsy body to open the door.He muttered, "Do they know what time it is?"

Aunt Petunia said, "Oh dear, is the salesman coming again?"

But the moment he opened the door, his uncle was stunned. Immediately, he began to say hello to the people over there in a tone that he thought he was a gentleman, but in fact, he began to say hello to the people there, "Good morning, miss, what can I do for you?" ?"

Harry pressed his face against the door of the storage room curiously, what kind of person would the rude uncle be able to make such a pretentious talk?

But the other party's voice was obviously very soft, and he didn't hear anything.

"You mean? Are you looking for..."

The other party repeated it patiently, and he could even imagine his uncle's dull face.

"Harry Potter!" Someone shouted his name over there, "Harry Potter! Come to the door!"

Since someone had already called his name over there, he had no choice but to slowly get up from the door, open it and go out, but as soon as he went out, he was attracted by a beautiful woman.

With her long, straight black hair hanging over her shoulders and bright green eyes, she looked no older than 24 in a black shirt and jeans.

She was whispering something to his uncle at this moment, and when he came to the door, she finally looked sideways at him, and gave him a very gentle smile, "Hello, Harry, your eyes make me happy." Thinking of your mother. But you were born just like your father."

His uncle couldn't help taking a big step back, "You...you...are you that kind of person too?"

"Yes." She smiled sweetly, "I forgot that you never met me. Call your wife over, I spoke to her once."

"Penny!!!" he screamed.

"Penny!"

"Penny!" He yelled several times before Penny finally came over with her head full of curlers, "I haven't done my hair yet..."

However, the brunette woman smiled and said, "Good morning, Petunia."

Petunia couldn't help screaming, "Ahhhhhh..."

The woman shook her head and said to Harry, "She hasn't changed at all."

Then he asked Mr. Dursley gently, "Can I come in?"

Mr. Dursley opened his mouth wide and did not answer her.

So she nodded, "Probably because of the habits of Americans, I usually think that silence is tacit consent."

So she stretched out her hand to signal Mr. Dursley to go away. Dursley saw her white and slender hand as if he saw a sharp knife, and immediately nodded and left silently.

She came in, stood beside Harry, and held out her hand to him, "Nice to meet you, Harry Potter." She smiled, "The last time I saw you, you were less than a year old, I am you Friends of parents."

Her skin is very fair, without a single mole or freckle, her wrists are slender, and her fingertips are like white stems with pink flowers.

Harry put his hand on it, good, she was warm, the handshake was strong, she was real.

She continued, "I'm Christina Malfoy."

Everything about her made Harry feel very comfortable, but in the end her surname scared her like a fire, "Are you Malfoy?"

He subconsciously took a step back.

"Yes, child, just like you are Harry Potter, I am Christina Malfoy." She brushed her long black hair and sat on the sofa calmly, not a lady at all like an American Putting one leg on top of the other, you can see that she is wearing a pair of three-inch high heels on her feet, and the jeans are rolled up a little bit. There is a slender ankle between the high heels and the trouser legs. It is a bit rude, but the posture is very chic. .

"Petunia, long time no see. Pour me a cup of tea like I told you before. I hope my tea has lemon juice from half a lemon and two teaspoons of sugar in it. No milk, because it will curdle." She Turning his head to direct Penny, it was as casual as commanding a servant.

Then she patted the empty sofa beside her again, "Come here, Harry, I won't hurt you, I'm your parents' friend."

She was beautiful, Harry was sure she was no older than twenty-four, and she had no unwanted lines on her face, but if she really knew her parents, she couldn't be that young.Besides, she claimed to be a Malfoy.

But I don't know why, maybe she has the same black hair and blue eyes as himself, he is so close to her, he asked her, "Are you a disguise magus?"

She heard him say this, looked at her hair, and smiled, "No, honey, there are some things that Muggles use quite well, and one of them is called hair dye. As for the face, the women in our family don't show much." old."

Yes, the Malfoys were all shiny blonde, and she looked like a family rebel like Sirius, so of course she could have dyed her hair solid black.

He happily sat beside her, "I've never seen you..." He thought of Sirius again, he hadn't seen him because he had been in Azkaban, but he still knew her before that But this woman, Christina Malfoy, he knew nothing about her, and even Malfoy, who hated her, never mentioned her.

Or, had she been expelled from the family for rebellion?

His mind was full of questions, but he couldn't speak because of the movement of Petunia walking over with a teacup. She was holding the teacup and saucer, her hands were shaking constantly. Christina took the cup from her, "Hello, Petunia." Anne, this is your dearest nephew, and I wonder if he'll get a cup of tea too."

Petunia held her hands nervously, and kept nodding.

"By the way," she turned to Harry, "what kind of tea do you like?"

Harry shook his head, "I'd like a glass of milk."

Christina looked at him intently, stretched out her hand to touch the black hair on his head that seemed to never be smoothed out, then turned to Petunia and said, "Did you hear that, Petunia."

"Yes, yes, Miss Malfoy." Petunia turned around, moving incredibly fast.

Christina raised the teacup in her hand and took a sip, then put the teacup aside with a frown, "Your choice is indeed right, she still can't learn such a trivial thing as making tea." She The movements are elegant and silent, and the teacup falls on the coffee table as quietly as leaves fall on the ground.

"Hello, Harry, I've been on my travels for a long time, I'm not in the UK, because I hate the weather in the UK, it's always rainy, I even cut off my connection with the wizarding world for some reason, so You never saw me."

She looked at him and said seriously and intently, "But, now, I'm back, Harry."

"You can call me Christy if you want."

Petunia turned around and came over holding a glass of iced milk. Her footsteps were so fast that the milk even spilled on the carpet. Harry saw Christie glance at the milk on the ground very quickly, and Petunia hurriedly stopped. He stood aside and handed him the milk, "Harry, this is yours, your milk."

She was so nervous that she couldn't catch her breath.

"Petunia." Christie said gracefully, "All these years, Harry," she glanced at the living room, "I want to know, is he doing well?"

Petunia's face turned red and she almost fainted.

And she sat where she was, just smiled gently, "Penny, dear Petunia."

After all, Harry thought Petunia's fear was a little too much, so he said, "It's okay."

And she looked into his eyes and softened her voice, "You are a kind child."

Immediately she stood up, Harry also stood up subconsciously, still holding the glass of iced milk in her hand, she was about the same height as him, she stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around him, her cold black hair stuck to his face, she gave He hugged—she smelled like a rose, she was all rose-like fragrance.

She was slender and slender, and he carefully held the milk far away to enjoy the hug.

It's a hug like a family member.

Just like Sirius had given him.

She kissed him on the face, "I should go, I just came back, my son Regulus has not been in good health recently, although the Muggles don't know what disease he has, but I still want to believe that going to the hospital It's better than not going. And my procedures at the hospital are not yet completed."

Regulus?The name is very familiar.

Her lips are like soft petals.

She kissed him.

She should be about the same age as her own mother, but she looks so young, the boundary of such a kiss is really not clear.

She clung to his ear, "If Dumbledore calls you, tell him I'm back, kid."

Then she turned around, "Petunia." She elongated her voice.

"Miss Malfoy." Petunia almost fell to her knees in horror, "Miss Malfoy."

"Take good care of him." Christie looked at her, "He is not only your nephew, but also the only child of your only sister."

"So, take good care of him."

Then she went out from Dursley's house, and the sound of her crisp high-heeled shoes gradually faded away on Privet Drive. Uncle Dursley finally broke free and said, "Why is there...a her? She actually... Also that kind of person?"

Petunia turned around and sat on the sofa, the sofa made a creaking sound as if pressed by her fat body, "It's been more than 20 years...she's so young..."

She murmured to herself.