HP+ first love is no small matter

Christie came down the stairs in a pure black robe, "Would you like some tea? The lemon and honey are ready. Miss Malfoy." Kreacher asked her.

"Thank you." She smiled.

She had just woken from a nap, her cheeks still flushed with crimson, and she sat down in front of the fire where her son and Harry were already sitting.

"Good afternoon, Mom," Regulus said.

"Good afternoon, Regulus, Harry."

And Harry hesitated for a long time, "Good afternoon, Miss...Miss Malfoy."

She had conceived out of wedlock, had two children, but never married, and Harry wasn't sure what to call her.

Fortunately, a few days ago, Kreacher, who suddenly found out that his beloved mistress had two grandchildren, suddenly brought a cup of tea to the mother of his mistress's grandchildren. He looked eagerly at Christie, "Miss Malfoy likes it." Honey and lemon, Krich tried very hard to make Miss Malfoy's favorite flavor..."

Christie took a sip from her teacup, "Thanks, Kerry, this is perfect."

Krich then looked at Regulus again, "Does Master Regulus want anything else?"

"No," Regulus said mildly, "I don't need anything. Thank you."

Klitsch completely ignored Harry Potter.

Of course, it seemed to him that the offspring with the blood of his mistress was his true master.With Regulus around, Harry Potter is nothing more than a robber who has taken over his master's house.

"I'm sorry I've been staying here," Christie said, "I know this house means something else to you, but I need to be protected," she looked at Harry, "Dumbledore said I should stay here Here, only here and there will not find me."

She was the one Voldemort had always wanted.

"No," said Harry, casting a glance at Regulus, Sirius' son, "I'm glad you can live here, miss."

Yes, Sirius' mother of two, why shouldn't she live here?She should have been here.

She was supposed to marry Sirius and be his Harry Potter godmother.

Christie smiled softly, took another sip of tea, and asked casually, "Has your sister written to you recently? Regulus."

"No." He said softly. "She hasn't contacted me since she went back with Draco. I think she should be censored now."

Harry became embarrassed.

"I guess it was my fault," he whispered, "I... I kissed her."

"Oh?" Christy didn't react too much, "Really? Re, did she tell you?"

"No, but I think he'll know," Regulus said softly. "She's closer to Draco these days."

And Harry and she really weren't avoiding people.

"Oh," Kritis laughed, "it's okay, Harry, don't you worry about such things," her green eyes blinked slyly, "maybe Draco told Voldemort?"

"No," said Harry, "he..." He suddenly had a great affection for Christie, yes, she called him Voldemort, she was not afraid to call him by his name like others!He looked into Christie's eyes, "He can see through my eyes..."

"That's not good," she said softly. "Have you ever learned Occlumency?"

"I learned a little bit before..."

"Not very proficient?" She stared at him. "I heard that you first learned from Snape, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I know about your father and him, I think you and him may not be very happy. But the study itself is very boring, we don't need to give them more challenges." She said softly, "Well, Let me teach you from now on, okay?"

"Really?" Harry looked at her. "Is that okay, Miss Malfoy?"

"Of course," she smiled, "you kissed her, didn't you?"

He blushed involuntarily.

"Your father will be very happy if he finds out, her father..." She paused for a while, "In short, they will be very happy, and I hope you get in touch with her more, so don't be afraid, I will teach you. "

Harry was very happy, "Thank you, ma'am!"

He blurted out and called her Madame.

He knew he had made a slip of the tongue, but Christie's expression remained unchanged, "Don't call me Mrs." She helped him straighten his hair, "I'm not married to him, but I think the name Malfoy may be a mouthful for you, so Just call me Christy, okay?"

Harry paused for a moment.

"Just like your name is Lupine, Sirius, you can also call me by my name-Christie," she said softly, "my mother gave me this name, she thought I might be able to save her. Although in the end I think I failed." She smiled and put the drained teacup on the coffee table, "Do you want to learn with me now, Harry."

"Regulus..." Harry gave Regulus an uneasy look as he took Regulus' mother away from him.This doesn't seem like a good idea.

"It's okay." Regulus smiled, "I also need to read some information."

"You'll meet at school after the holidays, Regulus," Christie said softly. "I thought you might want to prepare her a Christmas present. Would you like to go to the street?"

"I think that's a good idea, Mom."

"I saw Draco yesterday," said Harry, "and he said she was in detention."

"She's not one to be locked up," Christie said. "Don't worry, Harry, she's a lot like her dad in that, she can always find a way out if she wants to, and I promise she will." I want to hang out with you this holiday season."

Harry and Christie went all the way to the top floor. She glanced at the floors and pushed open the door of Sirius' room.

"To tell you the truth," she suddenly laughed, "I haven't actually been in his room very often."

"why?"

"He's always in detention, and so am I."

Sirius always pissed off his mother, but why would she?Because she's not a good kid either?

"My father doesn't like me," she stared at the room Kerry had tidied up, and just smiled as she glanced at the half-naked Muggle girl posters posted by Sirius on the wall, "he always felt that I caused My mother's death..."

"It's probably because he's in too much pain..."

"No," Christie shook her head. "I did cause her death. He did everything he could to keep her alive, but my existence made all that ridiculous."

"Okay," she said softly, "Come on, Harry, we don't have a Pensieve, but I can teach you the basics. Let me see what Snape taught you, okay?"

Sitting on Sirius' red velvet coverlet, she reached out and patted the empty space in front of her, telling him to sit there.

"Christie," Harry hesitated, "why are you so relieved to leave her there?"

Christie smiled softly, "Because I can't control her, Harry. You can tell that Regulus is an obedient and good boy. He is not like his father but his uncle. It's just my daughter—she is too much like her Dad changed a little bit, in character."

"I sometimes wonder, I wonder if Mrs. Waller would look at Sirius the way I saw her, or if she was Mrs. Waller's daughter, she would be better than she is now, really It's hard for me to think of her as my own daughter," she whispered, "Harry, don't you think she..."

Harry felt very dazed in front of her, and he heard a mother frankly admitting that she didn't love her daughter.

"She's a lot like Bella, and Bella never liked me," Christie said. "Well, I call her Bella because we met a few times when we were kids, and you should, Bellatris," she said. She smiled in a trance, "The one who killed her father."

Harry couldn't help shivering.

"She's really... like a cross between Sirius and Bella. In fact, the two of them are very similar, desperate for what you want..." She said softly, "Harry, so you tell me I was glad when she let you kiss her, because you're a good boy, and she didn't fall for someone as dangerous as Bella did."

She looked at Harry. "I'm glad she likes you, Harry."

Harry felt a little giddy, "But," he said sadly, "she's always with Draco, and he likes her, and that worries me sometimes, and she says she doesn't like him, but he ..."

"It doesn't matter," Christie said. "It's okay, Harry," she said earnestly, looking into the boy's eyes. "You are a lot more suitable for her than Draco."

She smiled sweetly, "The Malfoy family will not marry close relatives within three generations, you can rest assured about that."

Harry came back to his senses, "Lucius is your brother?"

"Yes," Christie said softly, "my brother is a very good person, at least to me, and I think he should be very good to Vera, so that Vera is subconsciously close to Draco. But It's all right, Harry," she said, "it's all right, my brother won't let Draco marry her, you don't have to worry about Draco."

"But Draco was always inseparable from her," said Harry. "They were very close."

"That's Draco's fault," Christie laughed, "he should be engaged, he's getting old, I don't know what you think, but I'm a bit old-fashioned sometimes, I think people who are engaged It's time to stop hanging out with other people, do you young people still think that way?"

"I thought so too, Christy," Harry smiled, pleased at what she said. "He's engaged, and he shouldn't be bothering with anything else."

"My daughter is disobedient in some ways, but emotionally she is extremely single-minded." Christie looked into Harry's eyes, "Don't worry, Harry, he has a fiancée, and there is no point in pestering him any longer. It just makes him look ugly."

Harry had never felt so supported.

The mother of the girl he likes is expressing her unlimited support for his relationship with her daughter in front of him.

Christie said softly, "Do you want to go out with Regulus later? He is always worried about his sister. I think you can discuss it with him to reassure him. At the same time, you can also know something about her. She's a fussy little girl, and you'll never know why you've pissed her off again. But I recommend you ask Regulus when you don't know."

"Vera is very close to her brother, and she loves her brother very much. She will hardly violate any of his requests. The two of them have been very close since childhood, and Regulus is far ahead of Draco in this regard." She Pointed his forehead with his finger, "And I don't think you are in the mood to practice with me, you miss her very much, don't you?"

He blushed suddenly.

"Your father was like that, when your father liked your mother." Christie laughed, "I remember Sirius once imitating his speech, your father said, [oh, Sirius, I close my eyes and think of her eyes.]”

"Do you remember her eyes?" Christie teased him.

He blushed and stood up, "I think it's time for me to go out with Regulus now, Professor Malfoy..." He felt his face burning like hell, "Shall we continue practicing at night?"

"See you later." Christie smiled.

After Harry closed the door, she heard his footsteps coming down the stairs in a chaotic and almost disorganized manner, and suddenly fell back and lay down on Sirius' bed.

"Men are always easy to cheat, aren't they?" she said softly.