HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Dumbledore called Harry to his office.

Harry sat awkwardly on the sofa, a little scared.

But you must not tell about Vera's visit to Hogwarts, and you must not tell about the relationship between Vera and Voldemort, no matter what it is, it is not good.

Dumbledore was eating toffee, he stuffed it from his beard into his mouth, and he handed him the sugar bowl, "Do you want some?"

"No, thanks," said Harry, who didn't want candy, and the mere thought of something sweet and greasy made him sick.

He subconsciously picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

"You dated Cho Chang before, didn't you?" Dumbledore asked him.

"Yes, but..." he said, "that's all in the past."

When he came to school on the train from Hogwarts this year, Qiu Zhang avoided him on the train, not to mention that Harry and Regulus were sitting together at that time, under normal circumstances, no girl would want to avoid being able to be with him Regulus has the possibility of contact.

"How is your relationship with Ginny?" asked Dumbledore. "We both know she used to like you very much, and you have a very good relationship with Ron."

"She's Ron's sister," Harry thought for a moment, "Mrs. Weasley sees me as another son of her own family. She...is probably equivalent to my sister?"

"Well," Dumbledore said, "From what I know about you, your relationship with girls is just that. You don't like Hermione, at least not more than you like your friends, right?"

Harry felt a thought in his head, a restless thought that made him want to get up and knock Dumbledore's head so badly. "Professor," he coughed, "what on earth are you trying to say?"

"We all knew that girl," Dumbledore looked at him, trying to read something else in his eyes, "we all knew how much you liked Sirius, and I'm very sorry that he's gone , Harry," he said, "you like him, and of course you like his two children, and you always..."

Harry really wanted to knock Dumbledore's head off.

He could have sworn a voice in his head was telling him, "Yeah, that's what you should do!"

"...you always go to see Regulus," Dumbledore paused for a while, "you don't want that boy to die, but have you ever thought about..."

"I like her," said Harry. "Professor, I like her. You don't have to beat around the bush. I like her. I like Sirius' daughter. Many people like her, including me."

The strange thing is that after Harry said this for a long time, he himself became more and more irritable, "Professor, no matter how you persuade me, I like her..."

kill him……

The idea came to him suddenly.

"Occlumency!" cried Dumbledore. "Occlumency!"

It was too late, and when Harry came back to his senses, he found that he had stood up, pinched his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.

He thought in horror, "What am I doing?"

There was a green light from the tip of his wand, and he pressed down on his wand so that the light hit the wall, but his hand pointed the wand uncontrollably at Dumbledore again.

He was struggling with his own body, and in the end, Dumbledore himself saved himself. He used the Coming Charm and took away the wand in Harry's hand.

When his wand flew from his hand, he realized that it was impossible to fight Dumbledore empty-handed with his own magical abilities.

The feeling of being controlled by someone suddenly disappeared, and he sat slumped on the sofa, not understanding what happened.

he……

He actually wanted to kill Dumbledore.

He actually wanted to kill Dumbledore!

Dumbledore was like a family member to him!

"Harry," said Dumbledore, "he's gone."

He looked at each other blankly.

"I don't know why," said Dumbledore, "he entered your mind again, flipped through your memories, and even took control of your body."

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry, Professor, I ignored all this, I let him look through my memory like a book..."

"You are in love." Dumbledore said affirmatively, "The love of young people will make them ignore everything around them."

Harry bit his lip.

"I know that girl is extremely attractive to you—in terms of appearance and personality alone, she is cute enough and charming enough," said Dumbledore, "not to mention she is the daughter of Sirius, you subconsciously You want to be close to her. You want to have a physical connection with Sirius because of her, Harry, and that girl was amazingly attractive to you from the beginning, we all know that."

"But, Harry, now you are shaken so much because of her, you don't believe in what you once believed in, people without belief are very dangerous, and the Occlumency of people without belief is full of flaws Yes. That girl is dangerous, at least for now," said Dumbledore.

"She made me feel like I saw a young ... Tom Riddle, for whatever reason, though I thought she was cute too, Harry, just kidding," said Dumbledore, "if I still Young, as old as you, Harry, I would be as obsessed with him as you are... but I'm over 100 years old, and I still have a little sense, Harry, and my reason is telling me that she is very Dangerous, and I'm afraid of her."

Harry bit his lip tightly.

Of course she was like him, of course she was like Voldemort, she was his granddaughter.

But a father can't decide what his child thinks, let alone he is not her father, he is her grandfather.

He bit his lip and said nothing.

"Harry," said Dumbledore, "is that girl asking you to do anything?"

"No," he said, "she didn't ask me to do anything."

Except for asking him to keep the fact that he sneaked into Hogsworth to see his brother through a secret passage a secret.

"Love can blind your eyes," said Dumbledore, "maybe you don't feel it now, but Harry, think about it slowly, is there anything you don't want to do, but she told you Something that seems to make sense, and then you think she's right..."

"You should ask Draco." Harry said stiffly, "She has never done this to me, but Draco, he treats me much better now than before."

"Harry," Dumbledore called him.

But he stood up. "Professor, if there is nothing else," he said, "I should go."

"Harry."

"It's time for me to learn Occlumency again from Professor Snape," he said. "I think so, Professor. Do you think I'm right?"

Dumbledore sighed, "Go, Harry."

Young people's love.

Dumbledore thought.

I was once a young man, and I was also crazy about someone.

Can't stand a little doubt.

Harry opened the door, to Snape's Potions office.

Snape was looking at the students' homework, and Slughorn seemed to have something on his mind recently. He asked Snape to help him look at the homework when he was free, so Snape did so despite his reluctance.

Right now, his face is ashen, wishing he could scold the owner of the homework in front of him, he really can't think of how such a stupid person could exist.

Neville was able to write chamomile as dry chrysanthemum because of a spelling mistake.

His brain may have been cursed when he was born. If the Dark Lord chose him instead of Harry Potter as his opponent, it is estimated that the wizarding world would have been unified long ago.

But with a bang, the door was pushed open, and the person who appeared behind the door was even more stupid than the owner of the assignment in his hand - at least Neville wasn't stupid enough to kiss Voldemort's granddaughter.

He probably just misspelled the other person's name.

Like Fudemort or something.

Snape's tone became even worse as he thought about it.

"Harry Potter." He called the other person's name, "You came to me so late because you intend to cry and tell me that you decided to go in line with your own brain and not be the savior..."

Harry burst into tears.

After he closed the door with his backhand, he just stood at his door and cried like a bitch.

"Why are you crying? Isn't it bad to talk like a man?" Snape said tartly.

But it was of no use, and Harry cried even harder.

"He got through my head," he said, sobbing, "he got me, you know that, right? Professor, you know that right, you know he got me..."

Great, Voldemort doesn't have to regret that he chose the wrong person, this savior is as stupid as that Longbottom, it doesn't matter who he chooses.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Snape said, "You should go back, Harry Potter, it's late, if you don't go back I'll detain Gryffindor..."

"Professor, you don't want to kill me," Harry said, "I know you don't want to kill me, and he's not in me anymore, Professor, tell me, tell me..."

"Tell you what, young man?" Snape stood up. "You should go back."

"You told me not to get close to her." He whispered, "You are the one who reminded me not to get close to her in the first place."

"No," said Snape, "no, I've changed my mind, let me tell you now, Harry, with her, trust me, one day the Dark Lord will be happy to take her by the hand and hand her over to you." For you, he will marry you."

"Professor!" He growled hysterically, "You know that, don't you!"

Harry is very much like his father except for his eyes.

Harry in sixth grade was already half a head taller than Snape.

Snape subconsciously took a step back.

"Professor!" said Harry, "tell me!"

"Do you know what you're doing?" said Snape. "You're even stupider than you usually are! Harry Potter, do you really think you're the savior of the wizarding world? Do you really Think you can get close to her while saving the wizarding world? You shouldn't be close to her!"

"She's Sirius' daughter!" he roared. "That won't change!"

"She's also the Dark Lord's granddaughter!" he said, suddenly realizing that he had slipped, but Harry remained unmoved.

"You know!" Snape couldn't believe it, "You know you still dare to do that?"

"Regulus told me," Harry whispered.

"I know. But, Professor," he looked at Snape again, "Professor, who told you that!"

Snape remained silent.

"Professor," he looked at Snape, "sometimes I don't understand what you are thinking, why do you save me and stop me again and again but you are not willing to tell me the truth?"

"The fact is that I hate you, I hate you, you are as arrogant as your father, thinking that everything is for you, I didn't save you, all this is just your self-righteousness."

"What did I do?" Harry asked him back.

"You kissed her!" said Snape, "you..."

"How do you know?" Harry asked back. "How do you know I kissed her?"

Snape was suddenly speechless.

"Only the Dark Lord can get into my head and see my memories," said Harry. "Only the Dark Lord you speak of can see that, and no one will know if he doesn't tell!"

"How do you think we..." How do you think we won't know?

"Because it's wrong," Harry said, "the facts are wrong." He sobbed, "I didn't kiss her, she kissed me."

Snape's eyes widened, and for the first time his nose looked more proportionate to his face.