HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

"When is your birthday?" the Dark Lord asked her.

She turned another page, "June [-]th."

"In other words, it's less than two months away." He said, but she didn't say a word, just continued to flip through the book.

So he had to go on.

"How do you want to celebrate your birthday?" He approached her, "How do you usually celebrate your birthday?"

"With Regulus," she said. "Mom would invite all of our classmates to our house, and then we would receive some blessings and receive presents."

"With Muggles?" he snorted.

"Otherwise?" She looked at him, "Do I want to celebrate my birthday alone?"

"This year you are with me," he leaned close to her and put his arms around her, "my dearest and dearest lady, my most important and most beautiful treasure," he murmured, getting excited, "this It will be your first birthday with me."

"I don't care much about it," she said, "but I'm sure this birthday will be the most important one in my life."

"Is there anything you want?" He looked at her eagerly, "As long as you ask, I promise you can get anything."

"Thanks," she said, "but I don't have anything I want just yet."

He inserted his fingers into her hair and combed it gently, "I'll give you something special." He subconsciously wanted to kiss her cheek, but she blocked it.

He came back to his senses and scanned his surroundings. All his servants lowered their heads knowingly.

At this time in Hogwarts, Regulus was lying on the hospital bed, and Harry was visiting him.

The boy's face was as thin as a piece of paper, he leaned on the pillow without any energy, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"They say you'll die before you're fifteen," Harry whispered.

"Yes." He sat up straight, with black hair flowing softly from his cheeks, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." Harry sat down next to him. "When is your birthday?" He paused. "I mean, your birthday."

"May nineteenth," said the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder, "soon."

Harry suddenly put his arms around him.

"I don't want you to die," said Harry.

He didn't want Sirius dead, and he didn't want Sirius' son dead, even though the boy was also Voldemort's grandson.

For some reason, he hadn't even told Dumbledore the boy's blood makeup.

"People are dying," said the boy, patting him on the back. "Harry, you said my sister wanted to marry you, didn't you?"

"I think she just wanted to annoy the Dark Lord and not want him to torture Draco too much," Harry said, taking a moment to tell him everything in detail.

"Harry," Regulus patted him on the shoulder, "promise me that if you can, you will stop Draco no matter what, and don't let her marry Draco."

Harry didn't understand why this was happening, "Why?"

"She'll drive him crazy," Regulus whispered, "and you like her, don't you?"

Harry blushed, but he said, "Regulus, this..."

"He can control her to some extent, but my sister hates people trying to control her, so Harry, don't let her be with him, Draco will be tortured by my sister."

Yeah?A girl like that?Will it torture a person?

Regulus said softly, "Harry, we all know my sister is very beautiful and attractive, but she is really dangerous, very dangerous." He looked Harry in the eyes and said, "Harry , promise me, if someone wants to marry her, you will tell him what I said now."

"I..." Harry didn't want to contradict him, "I will."

He nodded, "Harry, I won't live long. I can at least stop her from doing anything dangerous when I'm alive. Harry, I can stop her some, though not all. But, If I die," he said, "please go ahead and say no when you find out she's trying to do something wrong, and say no when you find out she's approaching you to take advantage of you. Say no."

He said, "It may be hard, Harry, but, believe me, you've got to do it."

Harry didn't understand.

He didn't feel that Vera was using him.

Dumbledore was talking to Christie, "I'm sure you know your baby is going to die." He cut to the chase, "I'm sorry about that."

Christie glanced at him calmly with her green eyes, without speaking.

"If you say everything now," said Dumbledore, "perhaps we have a chance of saving him."

"People are always going to die," Christie said. "Some people die vigorously, some people die unknown, but death is fair to everyone."

She stood up, "If you have nothing else to do, please allow me to leave now."

When she went out, she happened to be facing Snape who was about to come in. The two looked at each other, nodded slightly and left.

"What did you call her for?" Snape asked Dumbledore.

"She still won't say anything," said Dumbledore. "Even if the child's fifteenth birthday is less than a month away, she still won't say anything."

"Isn't she always like this?" Snape asked back. "Don't you think she's always been silent?"

"But I think she has changed in some ways," said Dumbledore. "Well, how is Draco?"

"Damned," said Snape, "I think he still likes the little girl."

"Boys like their girls." Dumbledore laughed. "Why don't you like Christie?"

"She makes me feel uncomfortable," Snape said bluntly, "she lacks a bit of life."

"She really doesn't have the same personality as Lily, she's too immersed in her own thoughts," Dumbledore continued, "but you know, the two of them actually have a good relationship in private."

"That's none of my business," said Snape. "The girl is turning fifteen soon, and the Dark Lord loves her very much. I think he's going to do something about her."

"Why," Dumbledore asked him, "why do you think he loves her so much?"

This question is very complicated and difficult to answer. Vera asked him to promise not to tell the fact that she is the daughter of the Dark Lord, otherwise she would tell everything to the Dark Lord, and Regulus also asked him to promise that he would never tell the Dark Lord that she was the daughter of the Dark Lord. The fact that he was of Slytherin blood was said, or he would go to Voldemort.

He almost sympathized with Sirius, everyone thought he had such beautiful twins, but the so-called children of him were all the Dark Lord's.

Subconsciously, he always felt that this woman, Christie, was more terrifying than Bellatris.

At least the latter's madness towards the Dark Lord has never changed.

"Severus," Dumbledore called to him, "what are you thinking?"

"Nothing," he said. "I think we should be careful."

"Maybe so," Dumbledore said firmly, "but we have to confirm one thing, he won't love her, he must be using her, he doesn't understand love at all."

"I saw him combing her hair." Although Snape couldn't directly say the girl's identity, he still wanted to refute, "she quarreled with him, ran out of the house, he was going crazy with anger, forced Everyone went out to find her and they brought her back thinking he was going to punish her and she just shed a tear and he relented and gave her Bellatric's arm, an arm! Dumbledore He cut off Bellatrice's arm while she was pregnant with his child! She defied his authority all the time and she got no punishment at all, any punishment! Dumbledore, I never saw He did that to anyone!"

"That's all the more evidence that he doesn't understand love," said Dumbledore. "He can hurt the mother of his children for his own purposes. What he seeks is immortality. If a person can live forever, how can he need children? And how can a person love someone if he doesn't even love his own child?"

"Then tell me why he was so good to that boy," said Snape. "Dumbledore, what is your attitude to Harry? You think we can sacrifice him if necessary, but you are on him now." Too much affection, Dumbledore, I think he is to that girl what you are to Harry Potter, and I don't believe he would be willing to kill her if she betrayed him."

"He was kind to her because she was Sirius' daughter," said Dumbledore, "the only Black offspring, and she had that kind of blood in her, and she was gifted more than we had ever seen before, Sirius." You know, Fleurs, that kid can cast spells without a wand, and he treats her because he wants to have her for himself, just as he treats you."

Snape knew that he couldn't convince the old man. He looked gentle, but he was more stubborn than anyone else, otherwise he wouldn't be able to resist that man under all kinds of pressure on his own.