HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Ever since Harry was knocked unconscious by Snape in the infirmary, the relationship between Harry and Regulus has become awkward and chaotic. He wanted to talk to him countless times, but the other party was obviously avoiding Apart from him, he was already one grade behind Regulus, and the colleges had almost no intersection, and the other party even had no idea about sports due to physical reasons.Now the other party is deliberately avoiding him again.

So he basically won't see each other.

However, Draco and his deadly enemy for so many years could see each other anytime, anywhere, and Harry almost suspected that he had a special radar for Draco.

No matter where the other person is, he can feel him.

His nemesis is always absent-minded.

Draco had been in a daze lately, leaving Harry wondering what he was thinking.

However, during breakfast today, a large flock of owls flew in, and Harry subconsciously glanced at Draco again, and found a snow-white owl lightly landed on his table, with a parcel and a bundle tied to its leg. a letter.

And Draco unwrapped the package, took a look at the letter, and immediately showed a long-lost smile.

Ron followed Harry's eyes and said, "It must be that girl again. He really likes her..."

"I heard he was reading a Muggle book last time," said Hermione. "Do you think she gave it to him?"

"Otherwise, why would he be allowed to read Muggle books?" Ron asked back.

"That's Lolita," said Hermione. "Mum won't let me read it. I think her reading taste is very tricky." Hermione whispered, "It's about..."

Harry hadn't listened to what she said later.

He just looked at Draco.

Draco pressed the letter against his chest for a while, as if he had received some kind of comfort. As for the long, narrow package, he put it on his lap and did not open it in public.

"I'd really like to know what was in that package," said Hermione softly.

Harry wanted to know more than any of them.

But at this time, he wanted to see Regulus again.

But he checked all the Ravencrow tables but couldn't find Regulus. His behavior was too obvious.Even Neville next to him knew what he was doing.

Neville said, "They say the boy passed out again in Potions yesterday."

"The third time this month?" someone continued.

"He is always in poor health, as if he has no strength." A group of them secretly discussed, "Last time, I saw that boy stopped walking on the road for a while, sweating continuously while holding on to the handrail of the stairs. The Ravenclaw students surrounded him, and he shook his head and said it was all right, but his face was as pale as a ghost."

"My mother said their wizard was cursed," said one. "His mother's brother died only a few months after birth, and none of their wizards lived to adulthood."

"Why?" Hermione asked curiously, "I think his mother and his sister look healthy."

"A curse." The man said mysteriously, "but people in their family kept silent about that curse, and never spread it to the outside world."

but.

"But they all said that their family relied on black magic sacrifices to give birth to a pair of twins, and then sacrifice one of them to the darkness, and the other's magical ability will multiply. Their witches rely on this method It’s very good.”

"That's ridiculous," said Harry. "There's no such magic, and if there is, why doesn't Voldemort use it?"

He was still the only one who dared to call the other person Voldemort directly.

"They said it was probably for this reason," the man said, "that man always asked Lucius Malfoy to give him his sister when he was at his most powerful. Although he didn't..."

absurd.

Harry thought about it, and subconsciously looked at Christie again, but the other party had just finished breakfast and was getting up to leave the cafeteria.Ginny came over and said in a low voice, "I heard some Slytherin girls talking the other day, and they said, that girl..."

Harry grew impatient. "That's a rumor," he stood up. "They're Sirius' children! She wouldn't do that kind of thing."

"They say he likes her because of that blood in her." Ginny looked at him. "Harry, she..."

Harry stood up. "She's Sirius' daughter," he said. "That will never change."

"A father doesn't make decisions about a child," Ginny said. "No one..."

Her words sounded strangely familiar.

But Harry didn't have time to think about that, Draco was already up from his seat, obviously wanting to get out.

Harry wondered where he was going.

He hurriedly stood up and followed the other party out.

Hermione and Ron stood up, and Ron whispered, "Ginny, you know he likes that girl too."

"Be yourself," Hermione stood up, "Ginny, don't be too eager."

"He doesn't like that girl, he likes Sirius." Ginny muttered.

The two of them followed Harry, Harry followed Draco, Draco followed Christie.

They walked for a while, and Christie suddenly turned around, "Why are you following me?"

Harry stopped himself, and Draco looked behind him, and he said, "Why are you following me?"

Harry looked back again, and Hermione and Ron had nowhere to go.

Hermione took two steps forward, "Professor," she called softly, "We want to know about your family's curse."

"This is a taboo that cannot be said." She said, approaching Draco, and pulled the long and narrow box from his arms.

Draco said, "She asked me to bring this to you."

She sighed, "You all want to know what's in here, don't you?"

She opened the box in front of them, revealing a pink wine bottle inside.

She raised the bottle in front of her and looked at it, "Pink goblin. Come on, you can try this wine, it's my mother's favorite wine."

"We still have classes to attend later..." Ron said hesitantly.

"It's nothing to skip class once in a while." She pushed her black hair behind her ears, "Just say I have something to do with you."

She took them to her office, waved her wand a few times in the air, and a few long-necked glasses flew from one side, and she poured a little into each glass, "I don't even know There is still this kind of wine now, does she like this?"

"She loves it," Draco said.

He sat on the sofa with a very restrained expression.

Christie shook the wine glass, watching the wine in the glass faintly glow with golden light.

Harry subconsciously wanted to take a sip from his glass, but Hermione held his arm.

Christie raised her glass and took a sip, then said, "Don't be afraid, Hermione, she won't want to kill her mother."

Then she frowned, "This wine has always been as sweet as I remember."

After a while, she shook the wine glass, "Taste it, this wine is getting rarer and rarer now, I'm afraid this is the last bottle in the world."

Her green eyes were fixed on Draco, who took a gulp from his glass.

Harry finally picked up his glass too and took a sip.

The wine smells very sweet, smooth and sweet in the mouth, more like a strange fruit juice or drink than wine, he was holding the wine in his mouth and trying to judge what it tastes like, when suddenly it came out from the depths of the wine Countless air bubbles were formed, beating his tongue delicately and evenly.

Like a kind of champagne.

After a while, Harry felt a little lazy and just wanted to lean back on the sofa.

He turned his head and looked around, whether it was Hermione, Ron, or even Draco, everyone couldn't help leaning on the sofa after taking a sip of wine.

He wasn't sleepy, he just felt comfortable.My whole body feels warm.

Draco sat a little further away from the three of them, leaning on the sofa to the side now.

Only Christie's posture remained unchanged. She stood up and poured the remaining wine in her glass into the fireplace.

Then she crouched down and got closer to Draco, and she said, "Did she ask you to ask me any questions?"

"You didn't drink." Draco looked at her dazedly. "This wine is expensive."

She nodded.

"She said I should ask you after you drink it, do you like Regulus Black or Sirius Black?"

"Why does she ask that?"

Draco shook his head. He said, "I don't know. She said I'd just give you the wine."

But Harry couldn't control his mouth, he said, "We saw a picture of you that Muggles took of you behind Regulus' picture frame, and she said he hid the picture there because he liked you .”

"She wasted this bottle of wine." Christie put the cup in her hand on the tea table and covered the bottle cap. "The goblins haven't made wine for a long time."

"Who do you like? Do you like Sirius?" Harry couldn't hold back his mouth, he felt he had something to say, "Do you like him? They say Voldemort wants you because of your blood, they explain……"

"Hush. She probably added Veritaserum in it," Christie stood up, "I'll get you the antidote."

"No." Harry forced himself to sit up.

But Hermione said before him, "Professor, why don't you pretend to be drunk?"

Christie froze suddenly.

"Professor, if you pretend to have been drinking, then you can pretend to tell the truth, right?"

"I don't want to lie." Christie said calmly, "A lie will split and multiply by itself. You tell a lie, but in the end you will reap countless lies."

"Professor," Hermione looked at her, "you hide the truth, what is the difference between the truth that cannot be discovered and the truth that is covered by lies?"

"Probably because I think it's interesting that a person is obsessed with her ridiculous persistence." Christie said, "There are many people in the world who make many mistakes, but there must be something that makes you persistent and unwilling to change."

She said, but Harry already felt that his spirit had come back a little. He had only taken a sip, and Vera probably didn't add too much Veritaserum to that bottle of wine.

He stood up, "That's not the case." He said, "Avoiding can't solve any problems. You have to answer. If you don't answer this time, you escaped. Then what about next time? What about next time? Professor, you come from the magic world. I fled to Muggles, and fled from England to the United States, but I really won’t be escaped by you, you still need to give us an explanation.”

“Being real makes people uncomfortable,” she said. “It makes me feel uncomfortable. They say being real makes people happy, but I don’t.”

"But it's true..."

"Come on," she opened the door, "she didn't put much Veritaserum in there, you should all be better, right?"

"Aunt," Draco said suddenly.

Christie took a deep breath, "What's the matter?"

"Why does everyone tell me not to like her?"

"Because she doesn't like you." Christie looked at him, "Son, she doesn't like you."

"So do you like Sirius?" Draco asked her.

She suddenly let out a long sigh, "No, child, I don't."

"What about Regulus, then?" Harry looked her in the eye. "They both like you. Professor, do you like either of them?"

She stopped for a long time.

"No, I don't like any of them."

She took a deep breath and covered her cheeks, "I just... I just think I'm sorry for them..."

She looked up again, "Don't like her, children, children, don't like her, she doesn't like you, she doesn't like any of you."

No, she liked Regulus, the one who liked Sirius... not as much as his brother.

She pointed to the door, "Let's go."

The four walked out for a while, and Hermione suddenly said, "She knows Christie can't drink, right?"

Draco looked back at her, "Yes."

He turned his head away. "She said I'd just give her the wine. She didn't say she thought her mother would drink it."

Hermione said, "She knows what her mother's going to do. She's not even going to tell you much about her plans, because she knows you'll be the one drinking Veritaserum in the end."

Probably because the effect of Veritaserum has not faded, the four of them are very honest at this moment and want to talk.

"Did you know," said Harry, "that Regulus used to be Slytherin's Seeker."

"Mum said she thought my Quidditch talent was a bit like his," Draco said. "My dad didn't like her saying that, but I like Quidditch, so dad made me a Seeker."

"She probably added Felix and some other things to the drink besides Veritaserum," said Harry. "Draco, I don't think she intended to use Veritaserum to get her mother to tell the truth in the first place. She's going to rely on you."

"Because I look like Regulus?" The latter glanced at him.

"He is your distant uncle. Although he doesn't look like you, you both have the same gray eyes. You are both Slytherins and Seekers. Vera's evaluation of him makes me feel that he Your personality is so sensitive that it’s a bit slender, and Myrtle said that you have been crying and even vomiting in the bathroom recently, I think that although you are all Death Eaters, you are not the kind of Death Eaters who can kill people,” Harry said, “ But the most important thing is, like him, you fall in love with someone who will never like you."

"Harry," Draco murmured, "I'd love to duel you again right now."

"But now you don't want to do anything but just sit and rest," Ron added for him.

Yes, I don't know what kind of potion is mixed in this special bottle of wine, and now each of them just wants to lie down lazily for a while.