HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Lucius opened his eyes abruptly, and found that Vera was sitting on his desk with her chin resting on her back, staring at him without blinking.

She is a beautiful child.

With blond hair, green eyes, and milky skin, she looks like an angel at any time.

She looks exactly like that lady.The only difference is that she is still a child.

Very capricious and pampered.

He was sure the Dark Lord was simply doting on her - at least for now.

He woke up from the effects of the potion.

The girl lightly raised a hand, and a cup flew into her hand. She cast a spell of clear water like a spring in front of him, and he found that his limbs were weak.

She leaned forward a little and brought the cup close to his mouth, and only then did he realize that his throat was so dry and sore.

She knows what he needs better than he does.

She can do anything she wants.Because most people's behavior is predictable and predictable to her.

She is just that smart.

"You drugged me," he said.

His Occlumency is very powerful, and at the same time he never cares about her. She will never know what he doesn't want to say, so she can only work more on other things.

"Yes." She carefully fed him water, because she was afraid that he would choke, so the water cup moved very little.

She likes him very much.

When the glass of water was finished, he shook his head slightly, "No need."

She put the cup on the table casually, jumped off the table, stretched out her arms to hug him, and pressed her cheek against his.

"I wish you were my father," she said. "If you are my father, then even if my mother is Bellatrix, I can still accept it."

He laughed in horror.

"That's terrible," he said. "Vera, that's going to be terrible."

"Then what if my mother is my mother..."

"That's even scarier," he said. "Your mother is my sister."

He said softly, "One cannot do that to one's own sister."

She trusted him so much.Wholeheartedly, without reservation.

He didn't know if he was going to die from guilt and remorse or from the Dark Lord's wrath.

But there's no question that both could kill him.

"She's not your sister."

"But she treats me as a brother as I do a sister," he whispered, "so I feel terrible."

"When my father said that to me," he hadn't had the effect of the medicine yet, and his spirit was still very weak, "I never felt that disgusting."

"why?"

"Probably because I was educated to tell me that's wrong." He whispered, "I love your mother, but it's out of a love for siblings, and your mother was so young at the time...she and You are about your age now."

He calmed down, "Son, I think the biggest mistake my father made was that he forced his love on the person he loved. I thought that to love someone should be the way she wants to love without asking for anything in return."

She was silent for a while.

Finally spoke.

"I don't know what you think," the girl said, resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you very much, for the way you love her. Do you love me?"

He still remembered that Christie rushed into his room in the middle of the night, knelt down beside him and cried bitterly while hugging his neck while he asked her all kinds of questions but didn't say a word.

What a terrible thing for a child without a normal father.

"I love you," he said. "I love you very much, boy."

"You're not my father," she said, "that's a good thing for you, but it's a bad thing for me. I like you very much. I hope I have a little bit of a relationship with you, a blood relationship." , I think blood is the most powerful relationship in the world, you and I both know how much I resemble him. But the unlucky thing is that the blood on my body can even be related to Bellatris, but with you Still nothing."

"It's no big deal," he whispered. "I love you very much. Whatever happens."

He said softly, "Draco has Black blood in him too, you and he look the same to me."

"But I have Muggle blood on me, too," she said. "Don't you think that's unclean?"

"It's not for you..." He said, but he felt that his explanation was weak.

"This becomes an argument." She felt tired from bending over, and simply knelt down on one knee, "If you care about blood, why do you love us?"

After she knelt down, she became very short. She put her chin on the armrest and looked up at him innocently and innocently.

It's like when Christie was a child sitting on the ground, leaning on his knees, looking up at him between reading books.

She said, "As if I don't understand why he, as a half-blood, should support pure-bloods, as if I don't know why Snape, as a half-blood, should be able to blend in with your group and just be excluded, if If you really care that much about the purity of blood, he can only stand on Dumbledore's side."

He was speechless.

"But since I read your memory, I know your secret," she whispered, "I'll tell you one too."

She buried her face in his hands.

"I have a secret that's not a secret — there's a line, a line that I've been saying all the time, and I know you guys haven't always understood it the way I wanted it to be," she said.

She stood up and kissed him on the cheek.

Then he went out of the study and closed the door.