HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

When Regulus appeared in the cafeteria after a long time, the Ravenclaw students went crazy. They surrounded him. You can't imagine that the Ravenclaw students would gather around one person to greet him and ask Is he feeling better recently?

Regulus' handsomeness and intelligence are obvious to all.

That boy is gentle and polite to everyone, although there is a vague alienation in him, there are still many people who like him.No matter male or female.

He just went to the infirmary once and came out, and was greeted almost as if Harry had been surrounded by a group of people calling him the Boy Who Lived in his first year at Hogsworth.

Although Regulus had indeed been lying in the infirmary these days.Indeed, it can be called a disaster-surviving in a certain sense.

Harry looked at him, and Draco looked at him.

The two of them looked at each other again after realizing they were looking at each other.

Ron saw it and said, "Are you in love with Draco?"

"What?" Harry didn't hear clearly for a moment.

"You've been with him a lot lately," said Hermione, "remember last weekend, they said you chased him and ended up somewhere with someone who couldn't see his face, but it turned out that the last time we saw you was with He also went back to the school with Snape," she looked at Draco inquiringly, and he lowered his head under her gaze, "Yesterday I saw you had a handkerchief with DM embroidered on it."

"If you really like Draco," said Ron, "it's no big deal, you liked..."

"Shut up." Harry took a big bite out of the bread.

In love with Draco?

Thinking about this scene made him feel creepy.

He would rather love...

He glanced at Ron, at Neville, and finally at the entire Gryffindor dining table. Finally, he glanced at Draco as if he had given up something important, and found that the other party was in the room of Goyle and Braque. It looks very handsome against the background.

But in the end he finally felt something strange and knocked on his head, thinking that there was something wrong with Ron's brain and by the way his own brain was also broken.

Immediately, they began to follow the other party's gaze and looked at Regulus.

Seeing his gentle smile, occasionally saying something in the crowd, the expressions of the people around him are all convinced and full of admiration.

He seems to be the only student who enjoys the Divination class and who Trelawney affectionately refers to as a gifted child.

But she gave him an inexplicable prophecy, "Reculus, you will kill the person you most important and care about most - with your own hands. But at the same time, you will be free."

Although this sentence made everyone, including Harry, to persuade him that Trelawney's prophecy was meaningless, she was crazy.

Harry still remembers telling the other party earnestly, "When she saw me, she said I was born in winter. But everyone knows that my birthday is actually in July."

And Regulus smiled, lowered his head, his black hair slightly covered half of his face, and said, "I'm tired, Harry. Can you go back first?"

Yes, he is in the infirmary.

Since entering school, Regulus has spent more time in the infirmary than he has spent in Ravenclaw's Astronomy Tower.

He was watching Regulus all the time, and he had to spare some energy to see if Draco was acting unusually. He hardly looked at what was on his plate during this breakfast.

Don't say he doesn't know the taste, he doesn't even know what he ate.

After the meal, Regulus stood up surrounded by a group of people, listening to their tone that they were going to have a divination class next, Draco wanted to stand up at the same time, but he subconsciously glanced at Harry again.

With just this one glance, none of them moved.

There were too many Ravenclaw students with him, Harry convinced himself that if he stood up and stopped him, it would be a sensation in the whole school anyway, not to mention that what he wanted to know was whether Regulus was Voldemort or not son of this matter.

This is big news.

If given to Rita Skeeter, her quill could destroy herself.

The premise is that she is not afraid of life and death.

Just imagine Rita Skeeter's nonsense in the face of Voldemort...

Harry suddenly wanted to see that scene, how would Voldemort kill her?

But obviously, even Harry Potter needs some time to accept that fact.

He took a deep breath and gulped down the milk in the glass.

There's always a chance, he told himself.

There is always a chance.

Both he and Draco were going to take Christie's Defense Against the Dark Arts class next, which wasn't necessarily less than what Regulus could give him.

Christie is still as beautiful as ever.

Her long black hair reflected silver light in the sun, and Harry wanted to ask her what brand of hair dye she used, and how it made her have such smooth, black and shiny long hair.

She is delicate and tender, with black hair like ebony, eyes like emeralds, lips as bright as cherries, and skin like milk.

To be honest, her eyes and the subtleties of her facial features are very similar to her own daughter.

She looks so young and attractive, when she is close to you you have no idea that she is the mother of 14 year old twins.

Now she stood beside Neville and pointed him in a low voice, and Neville's face couldn't help but flushed layer upon layer.He had never had any merit in magic, and Snape wanted to humiliate him to the point of suicide when he saw him, and he was flattered by Christie's tenderness towards him.

Draco had even laughed at him for the way he behaved at first, though he stopped after Christie took a look at him and took ten points from Slytherin.

Boys are still obsessed with her, even though she is the mother of their own peers.

She has never been more attractive.

As handsome as Sirius, as self-satisfied, but even he liked her.

But at the thought that her baby might be Voldemort's, Harry's hands and feet turned cold with terror.

But if Vera wasn't Voldemort's child...

Every time he recalled Voldemort's thoughtful and cautious attitude towards Vera, and the way he sat beside the fresh and beautiful girl like a god of death and stretched out his pale and thin hand to touch her, Harry couldn't restrain himself. Live vomiting out.

He kind of felt Draco's feelings, and there was a reason why Draco was crying and throwing up in the girls' bathroom in Myrtle these days.

He didn't know his own feelings. On the one hand, he hoped that Christie would not have any physical relationship with Voldemort, her child was Sirius's, but on the other hand, he didn't want to admit that Voldemort had any impure thoughts about Vera .

And these two feelings, if he really wanted to say, he would rather Christie was Voldemort's lover.

That girl, he prayed in his heart, he wanted her to be pure and innocent.

He and Ron hadn't started when Christie came to his side.

Today she taught them the most basic steps of Occlumency. Harry had learned from Snape before, so he could keep up with the rhythm even if his mind wandered. Before that, everyone was in pairs, Harry and Ron were in a group.They practiced on their own first, and she came over to spot-check.

She just tried it lightly, saying, "You look talented."

She didn't take Painkiller today, not even once.

"Are you feeling better?" Harry asked her tentatively, "Professor?"

"Why do you ask that?" She turned her head sideways, stretched out her hand and subconsciously tried to push down the disobedient hair on his head, but failed.

"I noticed you weren't taking your medicine," he said. "Is it because you're mentally relaxed?"

She withdrew her hand and smiled, "Yes."

Harry wanted to continue to test her, but she didn't give him this chance, she took a tentative look at Ron's thoughts, and Ron was obviously seen by her what she shouldn't have seen, his cheeks were red, "Professor ,sorry……"

She withdrew her hand, "You should practice more with Harry." Saying that, she left quickly.

"What did you show her?" Harry asked him curiously.

"Stop asking!" Ron growled under his breath.

"Then you and I practice." Harry suggested.

"No! Don't even think about it!" He blushed.

"But we need practice, Ron," said Harry. "Besides, you showed her."

"Because you spent too much time watching her and Draco instead of practicing with me!" Ron blushed, ashamed.

"What the hell did you let her see?" Harry really didn't understand.

But until the end of get out of class, Ron refused to practice with him.

As for Draco, he was watertight, and Christie's evaluation of him was, "Perfect, you're just like me..." She paused, "Your dad is as good at it."

Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, was her older brother.

A pair of siblings with a five-year age difference.

But the relationship between brothers and sisters, there are such ordinary ones as Ron and Ginny, as well as those like Weasley's twins who wish they could not grow into conjoined twins directly, and even Sirius and his younger brother Regulus Such mutual hostility.

Harry wasn't quite sure which one they were.

Lupine said that Lucius doted on her very much.

He thinks that should be true, just look at Draco, Lucius must be very fond of her.

But she and Draco have completely different personalities, and he doesn't know what Christie thinks of his brother.

He was sure she wasn't a Death Eater, and if she was, she wouldn't have been gone for so long, so early.

But even if she wasn't a Death Eater, she didn't have to disappear for that long.

She has too many secrets.

After Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Draco strode towards Harry, which startled the Gryffindors around, and everyone looked at him warily.

"Potter," Draco said hoarsely, "you must come with me."

"What?" Hermione asked in Harry's place.

"That's none of your business." Draco didn't look at her, just stared into Harry's eyes, as if looking into his mind, "You know what I'm talking about."

Although Harry didn't understand, he still chose to follow Draco.

Christie stood aside, looking at them with slightly squinted eyes.

For some reason, she seemed unaware of the sudden closeness between Harry and Draco beyond anyone else's imagination, and her green eyes were still very beautiful, but that beauty was somehow a little sinister.

Harry waved his hand, telling those behind him not to worry.

Draco led the way in front of him, and he walked for a while, saying, "If we go fast, we'll meet him on their way to their next Potions class."

"Who?" Harry regretted as soon as he finished.

"You can speak Parseltongue, right?" Draco in front turned to look at him, "You can speak, right?"

"Yes." Although he didn't want to admit it.

"I don't know how you can speak Parseltongue, but if they are his children, they must be able to speak Parseltongue." Draco said nervously, "Do you understand? Do you know what to do? "

"What?" Harry didn't understand.

Draco grabbed Harry by the collar and pressed him against the wall as if suddenly stimulated. Harry didn't expect him to have such strength.

"Listen," Draco tried to calm himself, "Harry Potter, listen, we'll pass him later, he'll walk down the hallway with a lot of people, but you just Say a word to your side, as long as you say a word, in snake language, we will know who their father is."