HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Her temper has become very violent recently.

The people in the house subconsciously began to avoid her.

And as time went by, that rage seemed to get worse.

When Snape went to the house today, the floor of the living room was covered with shards, silver shards, porcelain shards, glass shards, crystal shards, and even blood.

The elves tidied up nervously in the living room.

He was very surprised. The Dark Lord sat on the sofa and gave him a weary look, "You're here."

"What happened? Master?" he asked subconsciously.

"They made her angry." He rarely saw a little tired old man, "These days she is as irritable as a little lion, I really don't know what's wrong with her."

"Perhaps it was about her brother," Snape said, "I remember...the boy," he knew that the Dark Lord had already announced the identity of the girl to most of his minions, but he was still not sure what to say. How to address the boy, "They're going to have a birthday soon."

"Yes, NO.19 next month," the Dark Lord whispered, "There is still one month and three days left."

"Next month?" Snape repeated.

"Yes, next month." He propped himself up with one hand. "They were very close. I knew his death would affect her a lot, but I really didn't expect it to be so big."

He sounded like the boy was dead.

But according to what Snape knew, the girl had lied.

but why?Why would she tell the Dark Lord about her and her brother's real birthdays pushed back by a month?

"I'm sorry my master..."

"You needn't be sorry for that," said the Dark Lord. "I didn't like that boy, and I didn't like his father. I didn't like that Black boy, you know."

"His father..." Snape repeated, "Master..."

Isn't his father you?

"You're not like them," said the Dark Lord. "I can tell you, can't I, Severus?"

He subconsciously nodded.

"I would rather marry my daughter to you than let her have anything to do with that crazy Sirius. Although I don't like her, I still don't think he is qualified to be the father of her child...I don't want him blood mixed with mine."

"You mean..." Snape confirmed again and again, "You mean Christy is your daughter, don't you, my lord? But we all thought, we all thought that lady was your daughter... ..."

This is not the point, the point is Christie's father... At least the father in name, why didn't the old Malfoy who was said to have fallen in love with his young wife not find out about it?

"My treasure doesn't like people saying that Sirius is her father, she would rather people think so," he rubbed his head, "she especially wants Lucius to be her father, although I don't quite agree with this idea —let me tell you, if it wasn't for me I couldn't have dragged Sirius out from behind that door and killed him again...if Lucius had been her father, or any other man," his face twitched "No matter who he is, as long as he touches my daughter and dares to stand in front of me...he better pray that he dies quickly! I'm going to chop off the thing between his legs, and I'm going to make him countless For the first time, I regret the dirty things I have done! I will let him die without a burial... I will take out his bones and save them, and then feed the snakes with his minced meat!"

Snape was even thankful for his nemesis Sirius.

But at the same time he thought, Oh, poor Lucius.

No, rather lucky Lucius.

He thought subconsciously, and at the same time felt that his brain was not enough.

The Dark Lord continued.

"But she's like me, and we don't like Sirius. I really don't understand how her mother got into that kid."

Snape felt as if he had been hit by countless spells, and he couldn't concentrate.

"I don't," he repeated, "I don't see Christie..."

"Yes," the Dark Lord said mockingly, "Yes, as my daughter, a descendant of Slytherin, who would have thought that she would be afraid of snakes? Or a Gryffindor?"

"I was thinking when little Buddy Cloud rebelled against his father," said the Dark Lord, "I thought if I were his father I would kill him myself, but, you know, she didn't rebel against me until Dumbledore over there, right?"

He seemed to have found a way to confide, "Snape, she never made me happy since she was a child, but she was bleeding from me after all, so I thought, let her go, as long as she doesn't get in my way Well. Then you see, although she doesn't listen to me very much, her daughter," he smiled, "she is really the best Slytherin I can imagine."

Snape glanced at the nearly destroyed living room of the Malfoy house, a little noncommittal.

The elves tidied up tremblingly for a long time, but the house was still in a mess. The Dark Lord was a little impatient, so he raised his wand himself, and restored the gorgeous crystal chandelier, and all the fragments returned to their original appearance.

Then he told them to get out.

He tilted his head, "They all say that women like them will make men lose their minds," he rubbed his temples, "but I always feel a little uncertain about women, you know, they are too emotional, for feelings It's too desperate..."

He was probably talking about his mother, but Snape also thought of his mother at the same time.

So Snape nodded inwardly.

"Sometimes I even think that it would be better for her if the boy died early - she always goes to Hogwarts, she thinks I don't know, but I actually know." He propped his chin, "What do I know?" all know."

Snape felt all the hairs on his body stand up, and said, "Master, you know..."

You know I helped her smuggle Harry Potter out?

"Snape," the Dark Lord tilted his head, "have you ever hated me?"

He looked at his master.I kept thinking about how to deal with it, and finally chose to remain silent.

He subconsciously judged that what the Dark Lord needed now was a listener, and the other party didn't want to think about anything else, but just wanted to have a conversation.

"I promised you I wouldn't hurt that Mudblood, and I know you like her," said the Dark Lord. "That's what I did, but she insisted on getting in his way, in the boy's way."

Snape felt like a knife cut deep inside.

do not talk!He wants to growl.

Say no to you old monster without a nose!

You killed her in front of me!

But in the end he just looked down at his robe, and glanced at the other person through his long greasy hair, "I know, master, you have shown her your greatest mercy."

"You like her," said Voldemort, "because you like her, very much, and that's why you don't like Christie like everyone else does, do you?"

He hesitated for a while, then nodded, "Master," he said, "I... love her."

Voldemort tilted his head, "I told you once that you will find someone who is better than her and more suitable for you," he suddenly collapsed on the sofa, "but now I want to tell you that I was wrong. "

"Some people are just the same in this life, no matter how many similarities appear, how many have the same identity as her, but she is just that one."

He supported his head, "Snape, I understand why you became what you are now because of the Mudblood you like. She should be irreplaceable in your heart, but I still want to tell you that if it wasn't for that Mudblood Boy, she ain't gonna die."

No, if it wasn't for you, Snape thought sadly, if it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have died.

"Severus," said Voldemort looking at him with those red eyes, "it really hurts me when she talks sometimes, she says she's going to leave me and marry Harry Potter, Snape, Believe me, you won't hear a more heartbreaking and childish statement than this, she's 15 in a month and she's not 15 yet! She's so young she's ready to threaten her own death me."

"She was just joking," said Snape, who was a bit surprised that he was comforting the Dark Lord, and he felt himself starting to talk a little bit, "She and Draco have been inseparable, she almost Don't talk to Harry Potter very much, in my opinion, Harry Potter is just a slogan she used to threaten you..."

What am I talking about?Snape growled inwardly as he spoke.

Lucius will kill me!

Thankfully, the Dark Lord interrupted him.

"It's different," he really looked like a heartbroken old father, no, old grandfather, "she let him kiss her."

Snape was dumbfounded by the shocking statement.

"You know," the Dark Lord was suddenly irritable again, "my treasure, my treasure! Draco was with her almost all the time and he dared not touch her, and he! How dare he kiss my treasure! "

Snape didn't dare to ask how the other party knew about it.

"You know," he said, "Miss is very good at protecting herself, not to mention so many boys like her..."

"He kissed her! So many boys like her and she only let him kiss herself!" The Dark Lord was very irritable, "Isn't that enough? You are going to ask me to take her by the hand and hand her to Haribo Special?!"

Snape subconsciously closed his mouth.

"I said I don't want to see Malfoy again, but I don't want to see Harry Potter either!" he growled. "How dare he kiss her! How dare he?!"

"Snape," the Dark Lord repeated his name, "that Potter kid touched your woman, and his son dares to mess with my darling, Snape, I will never let him go! "

The great, the savior of the wizarding world - Harry Potter.

He probably thinks that the traditional rescue story of Brave Fighter is not new, and he is going to add a little dangerous, subtle, and love story to it.

Snape thought.

But that lady was always good at keeping secrets, and there was only one possibility for the Dark Lord to find out about it.

Just as he had used that weird connection between him and Harry to kill Sirius, he had used that connection again to discover that his young enemy had kissed his granddaughter.

This fact must have hit him hard.

Snape didn't dare to imagine the specific scene.