HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

It never occurred to the Dark Lord that he could be jealous.

He always felt that at his age and status, he should no longer be jealous. Everyone was afraid of him, everyone was afraid of him, and even his own name had become a taboo.

If you want to talk about jealousy, then most people should be jealous of him besides being afraid of him.

But when the little girl sat down in front of the fountain with a smile on her face, took the basic magic book that Draco showed her, cast spells with her cousin's wand, and asked him if the result was correct At that time, the two people's blond hair complemented each other, and what was surging in his heart was jealousy. For a moment, he had the urge to strangle the blond boy to death, or cast dozens or hundreds of Cruciatus Curses on him, or He scratched hundreds of thousands of marks on his pretty little face, and ordered the werewolf to bite him and bruise him all over.

He thought of the woman he had seen, he was very young at that time, nothing but a handsome face and ambition, but.

At that time she said, "What a beautiful black hair you have."

But now, his head is bald.

He doesn't have any hair on his face.

The biggest problem with learning forbidden spells was that they gradually devoured his face, and he lost his features, getting uglier and uglier.

He didn't think so at first, because there was always someone who liked him, like Bellatrix, one of his most ardent female followers, and even now she always wanted to be in his room, "alone with him." "Stay a while.

Her husband, also one of his ardent followers, had no problem with the matter.

But what does this child, this girl know, she is the most gifted witch he has ever seen, he can guarantee that she is even better than herself, if it wasn't for her stupid mother who never taught her how to With her ability to treat herself, if her stupid mother hadn't exposed her to anything about magic for more than ten years, she would definitely not be what she is now.

All the magic she uses is instinctive.

So she didn't know that there was a class between people and between wizards. She didn't know that she had stood at the height of contempt for everything a long time ago. She didn't know that he was the only one who could stand with her among these people. Together, the rest of the people are just ants, dead bodies that are still alive.

She doesn't know her nobility, she doesn't know her uniqueness.

She didn't know that among these people, he was the only one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but said, "Come here, miss, come here."

Vera, or Vera Malfoy, she raised her deep emerald eyes, and gave him a sideways glance, a little childish, and at that glance, his heart softened, and he looked at her and stretched out to her. Shot, "Come here, miss, come here."

She closed the book and returned the book and the wand to the boy next to her, "Sir, you have taught me a lesson today."

"Have you ever wondered what a wizard is but magic?" he asked her.

"Potions." She answered him firmly, "Also, the ancient magic language, the history of magic, although I think the last point is meaningless, history is actually of no use to us."

"Do you want to learn Potions?" The Dark Lord was actually quite confident in his Potions.

"Sir, will you teach me?" She looked at him, her head still a little off.

He is his teacher's favorite student.

So is she.

"You don't necessarily find a better teacher than me," he said.

So she smiled brightly, and the smile shone on his face like the sun, "Thank you, sir."

Yes, that's the kind of smile.

She was wearing a set of Muggle clothes from nowhere today, a black shirt and dark blue jeans, which made her exposed skin as fair and flawless as milk.

The blond hair hanging on the shoulders is shining on the black shirt, the lips are delicate pink, a silver bracelet is exposed from the rolled up cuffs, the mouth and the tail are connected, with jagged silver scales, it is a small snake, and the snake's eyes are It's two emeralds.

How perfect, she was a Slytherin, born, absolutely.

"Put on your robe," he turned and walked in front of her, "Always remember that you are a witch, you are a witch with noble blood and talents envied by all! Do you understand? I Miss."

She didn't speak or nod, but when he came to the clump of white roses, he stopped deliberately, and then he smelled the roses emitting a strong fragrance again, and about a quarter of an hour later, when she came out, she was already wearing clothes. Put on a dark green robe.

He was very satisfied with her behavior and waited for her to walk behind him.

The girl suddenly asked him, "How far should we start?"

"You have entered their study." He said affirmatively.

"Yes. But there are too many books, and I don't know where to start. Should I start with the most basic things?"

He turned his head and looked at her, "Miss, you are my dearest miss," his eyes looked like cold-blooded animals with erect pupils, "so let me tell you, only mediocre people need The basics begin."

"You can look at the medicinal properties of various herbs, and you can teach yourself how to change their medicinal properties by chopping them up, but you must understand that all creation requires experimentation, and all experimentation requires sacrifice, and what we need What we do is to use our abilities to change the world."

"I will teach you many things, but beyond that, miss, I believe in your talent, you will understand your abilities, and you will know what is hidden in your bones. Miss, I lead You go to explore this world, and I will teach you the method, but the final learning, only you can truly understand it.”

Only you know what you need.

He still remembers the feeling of her slender fingers on his wrist, "Listen, Tom, I will teach you the method, but whether the method is correct or not, I can't tell you, and you can't be sure, we Gotta try, you understand?"

The girl showed a sweet smile, "Sir, I am your most loyal follower."

As long as you let me get what I want.