HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Chapter 116

Regulus didn't speak, just looked at her quietly, looking at her with their identical green eyes.

They don't look like their parents, and they don't look like Tom Riddle.

However, the two of them are so similar.

The lines of the profile, the tone and movements when speaking, the way of thinking.

Especially their identical green eyes.

Those eyes said more than anything that they had the same blood running through them.

"How do you think I would be willing to marry someone I don't love?" she asked him. "Do you think I'm going to marry a fool and a coward like them?"

"I don't think you should get married," he said. "Sister, you're not like them, and he's not like them. I know that if Draco dares to hurt himself and threaten you, you'll pin him to the ground with your own hands." Cut off his fingers and let them grow back, and that one finger is enough to teach him what to do and what not to do. Sister, I have seen, I know you can be so tough. I know you would not want to marry Anyone, I know you'll drive them crazy..."

"So you think he is the most suitable person," she looked at him. "You want to say that instead of facing other people who are more dangerous, it is better to choose someone I can completely control."

"I didn't expect you to marry him. I don't even think you should. To be honest," he said, "he likes you to the point of madness, and he's timid and easily controlled, even if he gets hurt. Let you be hurt, he dare not threaten you with that. But that magic, that is a sword of Damocles, rather than not knowing when it will fall, why don't we choose a relatively safe time to cut it with our own hands? Cut that thread," he said of Draco's attitude finally resonating with the Dark Lord, Draco in his tone is no longer a person, but something like an object, he finally stopped talking to her Continue to play tricks. "We can't escape it, but we can choose a relatively suitable person."

He returned to the way he should have been, the way she was familiar with.

"And at this point, about that stupid magic, sister, he's the man for it."

He is extremely arrogant in his bones.

they are the same.

"Let me guess," she said, "you saw me marry him and never have children. How old did I live? Seventy or eighty?"

"Sister," he said, "I think this kind of future sounds good, but I still think it's better if we don't let him marry you in order to prevent him from committing suicide."

"He needs a pure-blood wife," Vera said. "You know..."

"Sister, you and I both know that blood is meaningless, not to mention that Malfoy's family definitely has Muggle blood—almost every family in the 28 pure blood families has genetic diseases. You know that one-sided pursuit of blood is infinitely close to marriage with close relatives, and defects will Being infinitely magnified—not physically, but mentally and intellectually. I think his two servants are almost mentally handicapped because of the marriage of close relatives; his fiancée, I know that there is a curse on her. I Believe she won't live past 40. But their family is surprisingly healthy. I believe they're just Muggle-free on the surface. Have you ever wondered who his grandmother was?"

"That's none of my business," Vera said, "even if he shares a grandmother with us."

He smiled, "Yes. That doesn't matter at all, you don't need to have children for him. Besides, you don't mind whether he has children at all."

"Yes," she admitted, "I don't like children at all when it comes to children. Not only can I not imagine my children, I can't even imagine you having children at all, and I doubt if I could see your children with my own eyes. Its best end is to strangle it with my own hands."

She said, "Seriously, Regulus, you'd have to kill me, there's no way we could live at the same time, you'll never love me, and I won't allow you to have anyone but me," she said. Laughing, "I'll kill them."

Her beautiful, flower-like fingers clenched into a ring in the air, and then clenched tightly.

Tight without a gap.

"Come on," he raised his eyebrows, "Sister, you know how you treat those girls who approach me. As long as you want, as long as you make a move, no girl will dare to approach me, sister, you know."

He looked at her and smiled, "Sister, you and I both know that if I want to have a child, I must first have a mother for the child."

She rolled her eyes, as if thinking of something interesting. "Indeed, no one can touch my things." She laughed, "Unless you protect her."

"Have I ever done that?" he countered, "I haven't..."

"I don't think so." She laughed. "Regulus, you know they like you very much, you just don't let them get close to you. There are some of them that you like, but you don't show it, do you?"

She looked at him, "You have someone you like, I can see that, I know you have someone you like. And I'm sure she must like you, but you want to protect her, you don't say you like her, you don't Show that you like her, don't you?"

"You're not sure," her brother said after a pause, "Sister, you're waiting for my reaction."

"Yes, but I'm sure now. You have someone," she said, "I know you have, Regulus, you just don't tell me who she is. But you know what my lies look like, I know yours too. You want to protect her from me, and you don't want me to hurt her." She sneered, but didn't move extra.

"We disdain lying because we let people lie to themselves because we leave them no choice."

She looked at him, "Do you want me to continue? Regulus, you are using my love for you to make me have no choice, you want me to be your teammate with you to deceive myself, Even fooling myself for you."

She knows all about his methods.

"You protect her, and you have protected her until now," she smiled, but her eyes were cold. "How much do you like her and are afraid that I will kill her? You know, if you like someone, then I will definitely kill her."

He didn't speak, just looked at her.

She laughed and continued, "He told me that only the bones of the father, only the bones of the father can revive a person, and no one else is useful except the bones of the father. He said he would find a way to get Sirius from there. Get it out."

"Sister, I've always thought I was born pretty, and I'm even a little complacent about it." He said, "Do you think I can adapt to a face without a nose?" He was relaxed, even a little arrogant, " Sister, I would rather die than have no nose." He seemed to be joking, expecting her to laugh out loud.

however.

"If Bellatrice didn't care about noses," she shrugged, showing a cynically arrogant expression very similar to his, "I think I can too. Beauty is important, but I don't think it matters to me whether you look good or not." It's important, besides, if you're not good-looking, then the person you like might not like you anymore, right? But let me tell you, I will."

She said, "I like you no matter what you become. Appearance is just an appearance. No one has the same inside as you."

She didn't care what he lost as long as he wasn't a bone lying in a grave.

Then she suddenly smiled faintly, "What's more, you and I both know that the point is not whether there is a nose or not, but that we have no time."

She whispered, "Why not other people's bones? Why not my mother's bones? Why not his brother's bones? Why not his father's bones? Magic doesn't make sense or logic, does it?" ?”

"Even if I can?" he asked back, "Do you want me to cut my soul into several pieces like cutting butter or cutting cake? I don't think I can do that." He said, "Sister, that woman, she put You cut it like meat, but what's the use of that? You cut an earthworm in half and it's still alive because an earthworm has two hearts, but a human has only one heart." He looked at her, " You cut me in half, and maybe I'll lose something else."

He said, "Sister, come, give me the tooth."

"You know this is my last bet," she looked at him. "You've cornered me. Do you think you've won?"

"Sister," he looked at her, "you know I have the same chip, you want me to draw another tooth on my neck, saying that if you die, I won't live?"

She suddenly laughed.

Picking up her robe, she took out another basilisk tooth from her pocket, approached him, and said, "Do one more thing for me."

"Sister." Regulus called her. "You'll give it to me, won't you?"

"The last one," she softened her voice coquettishly, "Regulus, the last one."

"You know you're wrong, don't you?"

She said, "I've lost completely, Regulus, I've lost badly, are you really going to make me happy?"

She smiled, "Regulus, do you know I'm sad?"

She looked at him for a long time, showing a very sweet smile, "Regulus," she said, "the last day, I will really let this last day start tomorrow, I promise I will never do this again from tomorrow gone."

No one can resist those eyes, those green eyes that look at you without blinking.

He averted his eyes, "Really?"

"I never broke my promise to you, I never lied to you," she tilted her head, "brother, never."

Regulus looked up at her sharply, and Harry realized that it was as if she had called him brother for the first time in front of Regulus, her own brother, instead of calling him Ray as usual. Gulles.

"For the last time," he said, "sister, you know that there are some things you can't do anyway, and you can let me do anything except those."

"Okay." She readily agreed.

"Fine." He said dryly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Shall we play together like when we were kids?" she asked him.

She untied a chain from around her neck and handed him the pendant from the chain.

It was a gold ring inlaid with a huge black gemstone. The workmanship was rough, and it really looked like a toy.

She is perfect, the kind of person everyone wants to be, beautiful, intelligent, likable, and has been held in the hands of others all her life.

However, she also has the most desperate love in the world.

She can't be with him, he won't allow it.

The person she loves is doomed to die, but she doesn't want to.