HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"You said you would come to visit me tonight." Greenwald turned over a page of the book in his hand, "but I didn't expect you to bring another guest."

"You don't want to tell me where you are, but I have to admit that my ability is limited." She said, taking a step forward, "I have to ask someone to bring me here."

"You did a lot of research on me," he put the book on the table, "even some details made me suspect that you were standing next to me and looking at me." He looked at the girl's blond hair draped over her shoulders, " Did someone tell you that?"

"No," said the girl, "but I almost killed him."

"Who?"

"Who else?" The girl approached the railing, touched her finger very lightly, and the fingertips were burned by the magic rebound. The Dark Lord's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously wanted to hold her hand and use a healing magic. However, she waved her hand, yes, permanent magic is ineffective for her.

Greenwald looked at her deeply.

"You've done a lot of research," he said softly. "But are you really sure that's all right?"

"True or false, does it matter?" She said softly, "Do you know why I don't believe in divination?"

He didn't answer her, just looked at her.

"What's the point of knowing the future, or not knowing the future, if the future is doomed and cannot be changed, if every bit of change you make just pushes you more quickly into the predicted future?" she said. It's just restraining your hands and feet so that you don't dare to move around."

"Everything has its meaning." Greenwald said, "because the future is only predicted, and your subsequent actions determine whether it will come true. If I predict that you will inherit the unfinished business of your ancestors, and But you do nothing to change, the future will still not come true, and my prophecy will have no effect."

"Your prophecy must be matched with my actions to have results," she looked at him, "right?"

"But my prophecy is not so closely related to your actions," he looked at her. "The prophecy is not immutable. All I can see is the impact on the future based on your current actions. Child, the prophecy is not Cannot be changed."

"The prophecy is not unchangeable," she smiled, "then I can rest assured."

"My prophecy never..." he said, pausing, "goes wrong."

"It's as if you anticipated your own failure?" She suddenly grabbed the railing, and both the Dark Lord and Grinwald cried out subconsciously, "Let it go!"

There was a crackling sound between the skin and the extremely strong punishing magic, and her fingers were soon enveloped in a blue light. She covered her mouth with the other hand and took a slight breath, but her punished The palm of the hand is still white and delicate.

The Dark Lord reached out to break her fingers, but she let go.

Frowning, she said, "They say that the tolerance to pain gradually increases, and I am much less afraid of pain now than before."

"Miss," said Greenwald, "you know why you're so afraid of pain, don't you?"

She doesn't answer.

"You predicted your own failure." She said flatly. "As a prophet, you should know that you should not prophesy yourself."

"If you have that ability, you can't help but speculate about your future," he said, glancing at the Dark Lord. "Tom, don't you?"

"The stronger your ability, the more proud you are, and the less you believe that someone with something will easily defeat you." The girl said before the Dark Lord said, "Greenwald, why are you asking him? What you are after It's completely different from what he pursues. He just wants to be immortal. Sometimes I wonder why he didn't meet you. If he was born a while earlier and met you when you were in the limelight, he might just be one of your subordinates. , because he is afraid of death, and you are not."

The Dark Lord didn't contradict her, just watched her with Grinwald.

"What you are afraid of is something else, Greenwald," she looked into his eyes deeply through the railing, "what you are afraid of is losing control, you are complacent about your control, you are good at manipulating humans, as if You manipulate Muggles to kill each other, but you are only human after all, and human control," she chuckled, "as you and I know, are often very ridiculous."

Greenwald looked at her with green eyes, then dropped them again.

"Love," she said slowly, "love is very ambiguous, sometimes you think it doesn't exist, but, maybe it's just a moment, when you suddenly feel pain when you realize love, you could have conquered Everything, you could have everything. But your constant attempts to change the future finally derailed your future even more. You think you can control your own heart, but the truth is no one can control their own heart, the human heart It is changeable and terrible. Many people die from their own cowardice and incompetence, but at the same time countless people die from their own arrogance."

She said softly, "Do you think you can control your feelings if you know the future in advance?"

"You should go back." He said, but trembling uncontrollably.

"It's time for me to go back." She said, but her eyes were still bright. "Many of your admirers have written to you over the years, and I have also written seventeen letters to you. The first seven are Owls and other animal shipments, there are three I don’t know if they didn’t find you or because of some other reasons, they didn’t reach you, the last four I followed some people’s suggestions and adjusted the way, so I’m sure it’s When I came to you, you didn’t read them. When I reached the eighth letter, I used a paper crane. It was also from the eighth letter that you read my letter.”

She looked at him deeply, "Sir, your biggest secret, I have confirmed it as early as the eighth letter."

"And your biggest mistake—I said it in the letter I wrote to you," she said, running her fingers through a lock of her hair, "the most important thing a seer like you needs is Accept the future openly." She said, "Accept it, but don't believe in it too much, because if you believe in the future to the extreme, you will subconsciously realize it."

"Just as people will eventually face death, and the prophecy only tells you how you will die, the fable is only the result, not the process. Even if your life can be seen by yourself, it has no meaning. Because death will not To be changed, you can change the way of death, the time of death, but you can’t change the nature of people’s ultimate death.”

She bent down and bowed to him, "You can't be a great prophet, because you still have fear in your heart, you still feel sad, and your heart is still shaken by one person."

"If you know me so well," said Greenwald, "if you know me so well, why are you here again?"

She stared at him, "I just want to know why he treats me so favorably."

"I wonder if you regret it, too." She turned. "I'm glad you don't."

She took the Dark Lord's arm and walked out, "At least in my opinion, you don't regret what you have made. In the eyes of others, it may be the worst decision."

She really knew it.

but……

"Miss," he stood up, "you are right, I always thought I could control my heart."

She turned to look at him, and he continued, "You told me your real name..."

"Vera, there's a V and an E, and winning is everything," she repeated.

(Vear, with V, with E, victory is everything.)

Note: 1 (Because the three names, vear, villa, and willa, sound very similar, and the definition of the heroine's name, vear in this article, is faith and firmness, although these three names actually sound exactly the same in this English slag...especially the latter two.)

Greenwald stared at her for a moment, then continued, "If that's your real name. Then let me tell you, in the crystal ball, I saw your future. I wasn't going to tell you about your future."

"I don't want to hear that," she shook her head. "I don't care about my future."

But, he said, "it's a good prophecy, in a sense," he said, "because it fits your wishes perfectly."

Her eyes looked at him for a moment.

He slowed down his voice and said as if in a dream, "I saw it, a girl who had everything she wanted, no matter what, while she was alive."

"Is it really everything?" she asked in a low voice.

Greenwald kept looking at her.

After a while, "Miss," he repeated, "everything."

He seemed a bit impatient, "Miss," he whispered, "I think that's enough."

"While she was alive," she repeated under her breath.

"Thank you for your prophecy," she smiled, "this is enough."

She has unbelievable green eyes.

Who could believe that eyes like that were a curse?

"If I want something more," she whispered, "am I going to be prepared to lose something?"

She didn't wait for an answer.

"No, don't tell me," she blinked her green eyes playfully, with a rare tenderness, "I am willing."

Even without results.

But she would.

Greenwald looked at her.

He said softly, "Miss," he seemed to be looking at her like a child, "Miss..."

She can indeed be regarded as a child by him, she is less than one-seventh of his age.

She put her index finger in front of her small but plump lips, "Hush."

She said softly, "You know my secret, but I know yours too."

"We're very similar." She smiled sweetly.

Same blond hair, same blue eyes, same pride, same arrogance, same...

There are too many of the same places.

So much so that Dumbledore couldn't be cruel to her no matter what.

Her fingers are so slender and white, and her lips are red and small like a cherry.

Long blonde hair flowed down her cheeks.

When she smiled, her jaw moved a little to the right, which made the green eyes look even more charming.

She looks at you with crooked eyebrows, and just this one look can soften your heart.

She is only 14 years old, but when she looks at people sideways, you can already see the charm and charm from her not yet fully grown face.

She was born so beautiful, and she even learned to use that natural beauty early on.Many people have a beautiful face for nothing, but they don't know how to use it at all, but she knows it, and they all know it.

Tom Riddle has always been cruel and cruel but dotes on this child so much, maybe it's because of her beauty.

And Greenwald knows, and only he knows.

This beauty is destined to die young.