HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"Say what?" Harry broke his hand away. "What if he wants to keep this a secret and pretend he doesn't understand that?"

"Then say a huge one that makes him have to react!" Draco said, "Snakes will understand when you speak to snakes, but when you speak to me, if I don't listen carefully, I will Think your teeth are leaking, Harry Potter, as long as he distracts himself and acts like he's listening, then we'll find out who he really is!"

The plan was perfect, at least in everything Draco had conceived.

However, only a few minutes later, Harry had already seen Regulus and a group of people approaching, but he still didn't know what to say.

What exactly would Regulus lose his composure upon hearing?

"Say I found out your secret!" Draco wished he could strangle him, if he wasn't a Parseltongue, he wouldn't have had a Harry Potter with him.

Harry suddenly realized.

However, they tried their best, but in the end they still lost the opportunity when Regulus said "Harry" after seeing him.

Draco stood in the shadows, wishing he could go up and grab Harry's neck instead of speaking. This made him more angry than when he and Harry first dueled and found out that the other party was a Parseltongue. He had never been like this Wish I was a Parseltongue.

Harry stood in front of him and called him dryly, "Regulus."

"I've been sick all the time," Regulus smiled. "I'm going to class again later. I want to chat with you. Do you have time today?"

"Okay." Harry agreed, he didn't expect that Regulus, who had been avoiding him all the time, would take the initiative to talk to him.

"Do you have time after dinner?"

"Okay." Harry agreed.

The other party took out the silver watch in his pocket and looked at the time, "I'm going to class now," he put the pocket watch away, "then after dinner, you, me, and him. Let's talk about it like this."

Harry didn't dare ask him who the "he" he was talking about was.

"I hear you," Regulus murmured. "Harry, I have very good hearing."

After he finished speaking, he went with the Ravenclaw students again, and the voices of other people rang out lively again. They discussed, "I think the orbit of Uranus has changed. This is the same as Mercury..."

The voice became softer as he walked further and further away.

Draco stepped out of the shadows.

He and Harry looked at each other.

Draco suddenly whispered, "After dinner," he laughed suddenly, "they always leave important things to do at night."

"It's only noon, anyway," said Harry, "we still have time to get ready."

"Do you want to ask him any questions?" Draco asked.

"I don't know..." Harry hesitated.

"What do you know!" Draco suddenly shouted nervously, but then he calmed down again, "We need a plan."

Harry looked at Draco, hesitant to remind Draco that his state of mind was abnormal.

After dinner, Regulus came to the Gryffindor table. He was really good-looking and polite. Both students and teachers liked him. Whenever someone greeted him, he would smile and call out The other party's name comes.

"He's really good-looking. He's got a good brain. All the teachers like him. Even Professor Snape can't fault him." Neville whispered, "I wish I could look like that." .”

Looking at him, Harry couldn't help but think of Tom Riddle when he was young.

Handsome, polite, likable, liked by everyone except Dumbledore.

The only thing he resembled Sirius was the black hair, but Voldemort had black hair when he had hair.

The more Harry looked at each other, the more he felt that the other was actually a lot like Voldemort.

It's not about looks, it's about temperament.

That radiant, flattering air.

He couldn't help shivering.

The other party walked up to him, green eyes, those same green eyes as his sister's, finally called back a little courage in Harry, and Regulus said to Harry, "Shall we go out?"

Harry stood up with a bang, and he felt his limbs stiffen.

They looked towards Slytherin at the same time, Draco stood up as if nothing had happened, left his two followers behind, and walked out of the cafeteria first.

The three boys walked side by side in the corridor, and even a passing girl screamed behind them.

Harry suddenly felt that he could feel the feeling of his father, James Potter's quartet.

Regulus walked with him like Sirius walked with his own father.

As for Draco, he's Peter Pettigrew.

"What secret do you know about me?" Regulus asked, "Draco?"

Draco didn't say a word, just looked at him.

And Harry said, "Your sister said she was going to marry me."

He spoke Parseltongue, he remembered Draco's plan, and Vera had said so, he wasn't lying.

However, after hearing this, Regulus said without hesitation, "Then I'm happy for you."

He can understand snake language!

Regulus spoke English when he answered, so Draco only understood his answer, "Can you understand Parseltongue?" Then he looked at Harry, "What did you say?"

"Yes," said Regulus, before continuing, "Harry and Vera, they want to get married."

Draco's eyes were like two sharp knives, swishing to pierce Harry's brain and heart.

But Harry's mood fluctuated greatly at this time. On the one hand, he expressed happiness that the other party could speak Parseltongue, but on the other hand, he felt that he had betrayed Sirius to some extent.

After a long time, he finally said, "You can understand snake language."

"And I can speak it, but Vera thinks it sounds ugly," Regulus laughed, "You don't know how capricious she is, she thinks my speaking Parseltongue is ugly, so she asked me to promise not to speak Parseltongue. "

The three fell silent.

"You are..." Harry hesitated for a moment, "Tom Riddle's child."

He continued, "But why did Christy insist that your father was Sirius?"

He didn't say the next thing, did Voldemort force her?

Regulus' eyes widened in shock, "Harry, don't you understand?"

"Understand what?" Harry didn't understand, but Draco pulled him back two steps.

His mortal enemy's fingers were as cold as ice, and he had to look at the other's face, only to find that the other party had subconsciously raised his wand.

"It doesn't matter who my father is," said Regulus, who was unresponsive to Draco's wand, still smiling, "That doesn't change anything, and my father is indeed Sirius , my mother never lied about it."

"What?" Harry was still puzzled. "Then why do you speak Parseltongue?"

He had a feeling of not knowing whether he wanted to be guessed or not, "Actually, I don't know why I can speak Parseltongue, and I'm not his child..." Dumbledore said that Voldemort transferred part of his magic When it came to himself, he said Voldemort didn't want to either, but that was the way it was.

Maybe they are too?Can speak snake language somehow?

but.

"Because he is not the son of the Dark Lord, and his sister is not the daughter of the Dark Lord." Draco paled, and he pulled Harry, as if Harry was more reliable to him than his cousin.

"My sister always says she can change a person," Regulus looked at him. "She's really good at it. You're definitely smarter than when I first met you."

Regulus looked a little arrogant.

He looked into Draco's eyes, "Draco, then you know you should..."

"What?" Harry felt that his brain was not enough.

"Don't you understand?!" Draco looked at him, "Potter! Vera is not the daughter of the Dark Lord, she is indeed the daughter of Sirius, and that will never change."

He choked up, as if he was about to cry, "But Christie, she is."

"Bingo." Regulus snapped his fingers. "I've always said it doesn't matter who my father is, but you didn't realize until now."

No matter who his father was, he couldn't change the fact that he had Tom Riddle's blood on his body.

Also Voldemort's blood.

Harry's eyes widened, and then he remembered what Christie had said before, "No," he shook his head, "wait a minute, Draco, you're a pervert like your grandpa," he said bluntly, "your grandpa How could the metamorphosis..."

"They'll always be twins, a boy and a girl," Draco whispered. "Harry, have you ever wondered where Christy's twin brother is?"

There is no trace at all.

"Your father..."

Do not……

Lucius was her brother, but no, he was five years older than her.

that boy...

"Old Malfoy killed my uncle," said the boy, "but that's no big deal. He killed my mother's uncle too."

Draco paled as if he was about to faint.

"My sister often said," Regulus smiled, a smile that made him a bit like Sirius, but also a bit like Tom Riddle in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, "she said that there is nothing in the world that cannot be changed, only she Things that don't want to change."

"That's why he keeps trying to kill my dad..." Draco said tremblingly, "That's why he doesn't like me and Vera always being together..."

"He doesn't love my mother, he doesn't love his daughter," Regulus said, "but right now, he's just someone my sister wants to manipulate and may have been manipulated by her."

Harry remembered how wary Voldemort had been with her.

Regulus looked at Harry and Draco again and said, "That's why I always tell you to stay away from her, because you'll never know if you like her because she's manipulating you, or because own heart."

"Wait," said Harry, "if he... if he knew, then why did Draco's grandfather..."

Died of dragon plague syphilis instead of murder?

Voldemort killed his own father, he killed the woman with the gold cup, he killed so many people...

"Harry, this question is like if you slap Draco now, my sister will feel pain." Regulus said, "Harry, they have the same spell on them, hurting Draco, is Hurt my sister. No matter what you do to him, the wound will be on my sister before she dies."

He repeated, "Draco, you are safe now."

Yes, although Harry is sure that Christie lost her mother at 14 and her father - the titular one - at 15.But the latter dies after the former dies.

"What spell?" Draco was keenly aware of it, "I know she took half of my wound, but she never told me why she could do it, how she did it..."

"You know, she is very beautiful," Regulus said softly, "They are all beautiful, rebellious and difficult to control, so their husbands..." He paused, "often think that they cannot control them... ..."

"What is... not being able to control them?" Draco said tremblingly.

"Just like you control people with feelings of fear and anger and your pure-blood fanaticism, sometimes people control others with love for themselves. The more you love someone, the more you are controlled by her. Control, she can control you with your love for her, she can use your love for her to control you to do anything, but she doesn't love you, they never love their husbands, so you are destined to be controlled by her and she But he is unmoved. Even if you die in front of her."

Regulus said, "Normally, when we meet such a person, no matter how much we love each other, we should know that we are doomed to no good end, so we will take the initiative to leave, but there will still be some men who want her, Even at the same time they know they can't get her—a man like your grandfather."

"Some people are fascinated by her and are willing to be controlled by her, while some people are equally obsessed with her, but they are not willing to be controlled, or control without return, they will want to monopolize her, and they will want to ask for an equal return. If their love is not responded to, it will eventually become a violent emotion. The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred, but they are so capable..."

Having said that, he paused for a while, Harry felt his palms began to become cold and sweaty, but Draco's hands were as cold and slippery as a fish, compared with his, Harry felt that he was quite calm .

Regulus said softly, "You know, the first two female ancestors of our family had more than one husband, and most of them were killed by themselves. So at the back, there is a man , forced his wife to use this spell, he succeeded in getting her, and also became the first male ancestor of our family to die after his wife's death."

"So I said, Draco, you are safe." Regulus looked at him meaningfully, "But you have to remember, my sister could have watched you die without being threatened by you, but She didn't. All the consequences she has to live with now—half of all the damage you've suffered, was the price she paid to save you."

He put his hands on Draco's shoulders, "Draco, I will protect you, and I hope you will protect yourself, and don't let yourself get hurt, because Vera is very, very afraid of pain." He Looking into Draco's eyes, "But if you try to use this thing to control her, Draco," his green eyes suddenly became a little darker, "As long as I live, I won't let you go .”

"You know hurting you is hurting her," he said, "but trust me, we've got a way to torture you."

But at the same time, he whispered, "Draco, don't fall in love with her, don't try to control her, she won't allow you to do that. You don't have to help her, but you must remember not to stop her from being her." Things to do. My sister has hardly any setbacks, so, trust me, when she does, she's horrific."