HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The power of the Dark Lord gradually returned.

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He didn't even know what method was used to capture the two officials of the magic world.

She followed his request, as long as he was in the house, she would go to see him first every time she came back.

When I went to the living room, I happened to see the two poor people surrounded by a group of Death Eaters, and because of the sound of her pushing the door in, everyone looked at her.

And the Dark Lord held out his hand to her, "Come, come to me, my dearest lady."

She walked towards him silently.

She walked neither fast nor slow, and all eyes were on her, and the two wretches were looking at her, hoping to see something else in this child.

She moved closer to him, and he reached out to stroke her long hair.

"Come," he said, "boy, show us what you can do, and tell me, if you could do it, what would you do to get them to talk?"

She said, "If you want me to deal with this kind of thing, all I can tell you is that I don't like torturing people, because it's just boring in my opinion."

It has become a norm for her to contradict him in public, and he is used to it.It can even be said that even the Death Eaters are more or less used to it.

"Show them and tell them who you really are," he insisted. "You have noble blood in you, you are a noble blood witch."

She didn't want to argue with him on this matter.

"Do you need them alive?" she asked him.

"Do as you please," he said. "You can do whatever you want."

He said softly, "But I think it's time you got one."

She looked at him, "I don't want it."

He doesn't force her. "You can do whatever you want," he said. "You can do anything, miss, as long as you stay with me."

She walked up to the two men and asked them, "Do you know Arthur Weasley?"

The two of them were fixed on the ground in a seemingly uncomfortable posture by magic. They looked at her vigilantly and didn't say a word.

"I've had lessons with his daughter. I'm a Slytherin and his daughter is a Gryffindor," she said, as if she were just chatting with someone else. "That girl was very beautiful. They told I and she have many brothers, I sometimes wonder, with so many children in the Weasley family, is his salary enough?"

Her palm reached down and pressed against the neck of one of the men.

She had just come back from outside, her fingers were very cold, and when they touched the man's skin, he couldn't help shivering.But soon, the girl's skin absorbed enough heat from him to become warm.

She took off her windbreaker when she entered the door, and now she is only wearing a black silk shirt and blue jeans. The jeans fit her legs tightly, and she has a pair of lambskin boots on her feet. I don’t know where she went today , the boots look a little scratched.

The shirt was too wide, making her look even more slender.

"Tell me, how much is his salary?"

"Probably..." the man subconsciously said, "About 150 Jin Jialong a month."

He smelled a faint smell of smoke from the girl's body, like smoked ham.

"Sounds good enough for a normal person, right? But he has seven kids," she said, leaning over, her blond hair cascading down her shoulders. "Do you have any kids?"

"Not married yet." He seemed to calm down a little.

"Aren't you married yet?" she said. "Have you ever liked someone?"

"No," the other party relaxed for some unknown reason, "I'm already old, and I don't pursue love like a young lady like you."

"Why did you join the Ministry of Magic?" She tilted her head and smiled innocently.

"Because," the man had almost forgotten his current state, "I wanted to change the world when I was young..."

"Lyons!" cried another, younger man, "what's the matter with you?"

She sighed and released her palm from his neck, "Your colleague is not going to ask me to solve all this in a simpler way."

"The Imperius Curse?" the man cried. "No, it's not the Imperius Curse..."

She clapped her hands, "It's just a talent."

She can get close to a person very quickly by relying on physical contact.

She stood up at this moment, "Okay, let's stop talking," she stood there and said, "Do you have anything in particular you want?"

"Is it because of ideals to join the Ministry of Magic? Or is it because of the power that people habitually pursue?" She asked, "If it is power, come to our side, the Ministry of Magic has been rotten from the bone, how can you be willing to wait? In the hands of a cowardly but unwilling mediocre like Fudge?"

"He's always worried that Dumbledore is coveting his seat, but who cares about that kind of thing? As long as you have power, what's wrong with it?"

"If it's an ideal, let me tell you what your real ideal should look like," she said.

"Join you, and kill the others for your own sake?" said the younger man in the middle, "I remember who you are, miss, do you know that you are on the side of your father's last son?" The side that doesn't want to join? You know that little guy over there against the wall who sent him to Azkaban and kept him there for over a decade? You know..."

"You were the ones who sent Sirius to Azkaban for more than ten years." The girl interrupted him. "That little man," she glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was shivering, "I read the old newspaper and found that you also gave his mother a medal. I think you probably want to thank him for killing a dozen Muggles and sent a good guy to Azkaban."

The young man was suddenly speechless.

And the older one said, "I'm sorry, miss, I'm so sorry for what we did to your father, but we can only resort to extremes in extreme circumstances."

She didn't seem to hear.

"He was persecuted by what he stood for, he was declared a betrayal of what he believed in. Believe me, I can make you feel my anger if you do this to me."

No one answered her.

"The relationship between wizards and Muggles seems incredible to me," she tilted her head. "Hundreds of years ago, you said that wizards were persecuted by Muggles, and wizards were forced to hide themselves, but now you say Muggles are weaker than us, and we must protect Muggles."

"What is the balance of power between wizards and Muggles?" She smiled, but asked, "When I didn't have a wand, I could subconsciously tie a few Muggle children to a rope because I was angry. and hang them from a tree, I can make two grown men's arms melt like butter when they're near me, I can conjure flames with my bare hands, and I can make snakes listen to me, mother always warned Me, tell me not to hurt those ordinary people, she said I just have some gifts that ordinary people don't have. Yes, you heard me right, she called my wizarding blood a gift. She never called ordinary people Muggles, she said that we are the outliers on this planet in terms of numbers." She said, "I don't understand, we have always had the advantage when we were with Muggles, why did you all have the advantage hundreds of years ago? Are wizards being persecuted by Muggles?"

"If it is now, you say that the weapons of Muggles have developed, and guns and ammunition suppress us, I can believe it. However, the spells of wizards have hardly developed in the past few hundred years, and the killing skills of Muggles have In constant development, they dropped two nuclear bombs on Japan... Ha, that's really the most efficient way to kill people I've ever seen. What? We can't defeat Muggles when they're weak, but when they're strong Are we going to protect them after getting up?"

She said softly, "I stayed with Muggles for 14 years. Muggles told me that there are no wizards in the world. The so-called burning of witches and the so-called persecution of wizards in the Middle Ages were nothing but ignorance and abuse by people at that time." Killing others in that way is just to satisfy their own bloodthirsty desire, and their desire comes from the suppression of their nature by religion. People should not suppress their instincts. It is our instinct to seek pleasure and enjoyment, you Suppress that instinct, and you get a little bit of something else, weird stuff, like a bloodlust."

"You call them Muggles," she said with a smile. "It's just because you think you're superior, and you think you're different from that kind of mediocrity. What's the difference between you and us?"

The young wizard wanted to argue but just opened his mouth.

"But one thing that I find particularly strange," she looked at the young wizard, "is that you are celebrating Christmas."

"Do you know why Muggles are hunting wizards? They are hunting wizards in the name of God, and there are Catholics among your wizards. Sirius is actually Harry Potter's godfather. Sirius? Serious ? Godfather? Do you really believe in God?"

Note 1 (sirius is pronounced similarly to serious, is her father's name and you serious? The little girl is playing with a homophonic stalk)

"If you're not schizophrenic," she began, "you're mentally ill. You don't know logic at all."

"They burned you at the stake, but you say wizards don't die so easily. So, may I think that Muggles just burn Muggles? They hurt their own people, just like we hurt wizards now?"

"Wizards call Muggles Muggles, but aren't wizards and Muggles human? Don't we all do the same things? Muggles want to kill wizards, and they kill It's just Muggles. Wizards want to kill Muggles, but in my opinion, you still only kill wizards. Maybe it's human instinct that can only treat people who are similar to themselves as enemies." She said, His tone was still very gentle.

"You're the same as the Muggles you're trying to protect, unbelievably stupid."

The man seemed confused.

"Do you know why we pursue pure blood?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Because there are so few wizards," she asked herself.

"When a wizard marries an ordinary person, have you calculated how many of his offspring will be ordinary people, what you call Squibs?" she said.

"You didn't," she sneered, "because your logical thinking skills are really, really bad."

"Then let me tell you, from the only information I have about Hogwarts, if your parents were Muggles, how small are the chances of you being a wizard? You would be Hogwarts now. There is only one Hermione Granger in seven grades. And if at least one of your parents is a wizard, then you have at least half the chance of being a wizard. And if both of your parents are wizards, and you are a The probability of ordinary people, that is, what you often call a squib, is almost zero."

"Although if you one-sidedly pursue pure-blood wizards, the result will be infinitely closer to marriages with close relatives, but there is nothing wrong with pursuing marriages between wizards and wizards." She frowned, "Because although the low fertility caused by close relative marriages is terrible However, diluting the wizard bloodline is equivalent to diluting the possibility that your descendants will use magic, and it will also cause the wizard population to decrease. The relationship between the two is very delicate, so I actually recommend you, if you can, please marry the Weasley family The high fertility that is rare in pure blood is very, very perfect."

"Who were your parents?" she asked him.

"They're all wizards." The young man said with a pale face.

"Then I think you know the answer," said the girl. "You know why we say we should pursue blood, because there are too few wizards, and there are only eleven wizarding schools in the world. When I was studying at Hogwarts, I found that the whole There are no more than a hundred young wizards in one grade in the school, and more than 1000 in seven grades. That is to say," she turned her face sideways, "only about a hundred wizards are born in the whole of England in a year... We can learn from Huo Gevos began his analysis and concluded that the number of only children and only children was too great, especially in pure-blood families, at least half of the people in Slytherin house were the only children in the family. But Weasley, There are seven children in their family. They have really made outstanding contributions to the wizarding world."

She said sarcastically, "If I were one of yours, I would give them another parenting grant."

"1000 people in seven years." She repeated. "Let me put it loosely, around 200 a year, because not all UK-born wizards go to Hogwarts. But that means there are only two hundred new-born wizards in the UK a year, literally. , as far as your fertility is concerned, you can be selected for the protection of rare animals by Muggles."

"Have you counted how many Muggles are born in England every year?" she said, "Do you know how many Muggles are born all over the world?"

"I really don't know where you need to protect Muggles," she shook her head. "In contrast, shouldn't Muggles protect you?"

"It's human nature like this. You call people who can't use magic Muggles because of the arrogance in your bones, and you think that you are different from Muggles in your bones. You think so, but on the other hand you stand From the point of view of the superiors, they are weak and need protection. Do you think that you are proud and respected by others?" She said, "But on the other hand, in my opinion, you are the weak, The real underdog."

"Instead of standing here and saying that you want to protect Muggles, it is better to stand on our side, look at all this openly, admit your arrogance, admit your instinct of wanting to be superior to others, and face it calmly. your heart."

She is summing up.

"Miss, you have said a lot," the older person continued, "but you still can't change the fact that the side you're standing on has much more wizard blood on its hands than our side."

"Yes," she admitted, "but I have to be on this side."

"You can change," he said, "you are a very gifted witch, everyone who has met you has said so..." As he spoke, he suddenly broke free from the magic that bound him and cast the Flying Charm , trying to snatch her wand from the girl.

His words stopped abruptly when the girl pointed to his neck.

He turned his head subconsciously, and found a small silver snake appeared around his neck.

The scream was long overdue.

He finally realized whose territory he was in.

He tried to yank it from his neck, but it had slipped into his shirt, and he tried to shake it out of it, but he couldn't.

The girl said, "Don't move around, it's very small, but its venom can kill you in 15 seconds."

"you……"

"I can manipulate snakes, and I can make them do anything I wish," she said. "I just told you."

"You're a Parseltongue!"

She tilted her head, "You remember me introducing you as a Slytherin, right?"

"I really am a Slytherin," she said sincerely, "I really am."

He was still chanting some spell in bits and pieces, even though it seemed meaningless to her.

He suddenly covered his neck.

And she snapped her fingers, approached him, and put her hand on his neck again. This time, the snake crawled from his neck to her wrist openly.

"I'm different from you," she tilted her head. "I think that people are cruel, stubborn, and pursue evil by nature," she said. "At the same time, I think that pure evil is more important than hypocritical good." More praiseworthy. Because it dares to admit that it is evil."

"Now," she said, "you have about ten seconds."

"Christie..." the man muttered her mother's name, "she betrayed us!"

"I think it's extremely normal to choose not to be with you stupid mediocrity." The girl said, turning her head to look at the young man, "Come on, tell me, do you want to attack me, or do you want to attack me?" Kneel on the ground and declare your obedience to me?"

Her tone was very gentle, but obviously this was not a multiple-choice question.

"I don't like torturing people very much," she said, "and I don't like people torturing people in front of me. It's okay if you don't want to join us. Just tell me now and I will kill you softly." .”

The sound of a middle-aged man falling to the ground sounded like a sack of potatoes or apples.

She clapped her hands and said, "Nagini," she said in Parseltongue, "eat."

Then she said in English, "Although I know you prefer to eat live."

"Prey that resists is more interesting, isn't it?" She lowered her head, raised the chin of the young man in front of her with the tip of her toes, and looked down at his black eyes. as bright as the fire.

She is undeniably beautiful.

However, no one can just look at her face at this moment, even the young man in front of him, the corner of his eye is telling him that the big snake is crawling over from Voldemort's feet, halfway through her when passing by her. Lifting his body, he brought his head to her palm, and she stroked its head casually.The silver snake on her wrist crawled out of her sleeve, and Nagini and Nagini spat snake letters at each other.Although it was completely negligible compared to Nagini's size, it silently killed a person when it first appeared in front of everyone, which made itself and Nagini appear almost as terrifying.

Everyone turned pale, and the young man in front of her could barely breathe.

"I haven't used Avada Kedavra on anyone yet," she whispered. "Do you want to be the first?"

She smiled, "They say that the first person is the most special in everything, and you will remember him forever."

Almost seductively, she said, "Do you want to be the first?"

He subconsciously shook his head.

Maybe he wanted to be remembered by her forever, but definitely not in this way.

And the toe of her shoe moved away and wiped on the young man's shoulder, she said, "You are still young, it is a pity to die early. Maybe you will have many children in the future, it is not certain," she turned Nodding and smiling brightly, "Do you want to join us?"

She just killed someone without hesitation.

Although she smiled at herself, she was related by blood to that skeleton-like figure over there, and even the name of that person was a taboo.

He knelt on the ground subconsciously.

"Oh," she chuckled, "wise, but cowardly."

She raised her head and stopped looking at him, and clapped her hands, "Sir, unlike most of your subordinates, killing someone doesn't give me any pleasure—although I don't have any unpleasantness either. But if you let me I do such a boring thing," she turned her head to look at him, lowered her voice, and slowed down her speech, "I will be angry."

But the latter laughed heartily, "My dear miss, you have done well. Now you can do what you want to do."

She always felt that there was something wrong with the other party. Even though she was a mixed blood, she insisted on supporting the pure blood. If she cared about the purity of the blood like him, the most important thing she should do was to stand in front of him. Pointing at him with a wand, he denounced the other party for polluting his blood.

She went back a dozen generations, and although she could trace back to non-human beings, at the same time, if it wasn't for him, there would be no trace of Muggles at all.

The Dark Lord still didn't realize that he needed to change his catchphrase.

Dumbledore opposes the supremacy of pure blood, and the number of mixed blood in the magic world is obviously more than that of pure blood wizards. He does not have an advantage in numbers, but he himself does not object to the mixed blood like Snape. Even if he himself is of mixed blood, if he doesn't gradually change his slogan, then even if he finally unifies the magic world, as long as someone is willing, he can still use the fact that his blood is not pure to oppose him.

What's more, what he pursues is only eternal life, and the gap between his slogan and what he needs is too great.

The girl looked at him, and finally chose not to continue to refute him in front of so many Death Eaters.

She went out.

Everyone looked at her back with a clear expression.

The Dark Lord's connivance and pampering to her, her complete fearlessness towards Dumbledore's faction, even her multiple conflicts with Bellatris, and his fact that Lucius concealed that his sister was still alive The fury of the facts, these trivial things all have a reason at this moment.

She wasn't born like him at all, but she was a Parseltongue.

What the hell Sirius.That's just a poor thing.

She is the daughter of the Dark Lord.