The little life of a platinum darling

After having lunch in the hall at noon, Feiwenruite returned to the dormitory and completed the last step with the puppet eyes that had been made the night before but had not yet been injected with spiritual power.

This is just a simple puppet eye with a service life of only three days, but its vision is still clear.

He placed it in a corner of the lounge where he could see almost the entire room.

This is a habit that has been formed from the past.I remember that in the previous life, almost the entire school except the bathroom and the dormitory had these puppet eyes.As long as something happened in the school, the control artist would know immediately.The school agrees with this, because with these puppet eyes, there are fewer dangerous incidents in the school.As for Zi Yajing in her previous life, who was the president of the college's student union, she had countless puppet eyes.

Besides, he is so obviously friendly with the people of Gryffindor now, I don't know if the people of the academy will try to punish him.Either way, it's always safe to press an eye in the break room.

And the so-called privacy... Who would do something private in such a public?Since it was done in public, how could it be afraid of people watching?

In the afternoon, I have the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Ravenclaw.

Prof Quirrell, who had a weird big scarf on his head, exuded a strong garlic smell, which made people want to frown.Throughout the class, he held the book "The Power of Darkness Self-Defense Guide" and read the text word by word while stammering.

After the little snakes and the little eagles collectively despised him and were completely disappointed in him, they all lowered their heads and started to do their own things.I didn't sleep - who can sleep with such a strong stench of nonsense, please!

Feverett stared at Quirrell on the podium with eyes of admiration completely different from those around him.Anyway, he really admired Voldemort, how he could endure such an unbearable taste for so long.So if you want to become the Dark Lord that everyone fears, you really have to endure what others can't bear?And that Quirrell, who was carrying Voldemort, made himself like this so well, it was really hard for him!

The newly promoted Ravenclaw Kitty Ms Hermione Granger was holding a thick black book and reading it with gusto; Draco was whispering to Blaise and Pansy beside him.

Boring, Feveret folded a piece of paper into a crane, which slowly floated back and forth between his outstretched hands.

After finally waiting for the end of get out of class, Fivenret picked up the books and walked to the library.

"Fiverett." Hermione patted him on the shoulder from behind.The four of them made an appointment to do their homework together in the library. Harry and Neville had two History of Magic sessions this afternoon, and Feverritt guessed that they slept all afternoon.

Sure enough, Harry and Neville arrived late after they had already found their books and started searching for information.

"Quick!" Hermione put down her book and stood up.He said imposingly: "What homework do you have in your History of Magic class? You need to find some books."

So Neville followed Hermione to look for a book. Harry yawned and sat down: "Feiwen, your Defense Against the Dark Arts class must be very interesting, right? History of Magic is so boring, it makes people want to sleep!"

Feverret shook his head: "Harry, you have a good idea. Prof. Quirrell smells of garlic all over the classroom, and the whole class just knows how to stutter and read the text. And at least you have a good environment .”

"Oh no!" Harry wailed, "We have Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow!"

It was almost dinner time, and Feverret walked back to the Slytherin common room.

"Qualification." He said the secret word, and the door was slowly opened.

Suddenly, a beam of red light shot out from the lounge. Although Feiwenruite noticed it, his infrequent exercise body did not support him to avoid it.He subconsciously moved the vase closest to him to block it in front of him.

The vase shattered with a "bang", and a large fragment of the vase flew towards him quickly. Before he could dodge, a long gash was cut on Feiwenruite's upper left arm.

Everything happened so fast that Feverret only had time to see the face of the person who did it with his puppet eyes.

It's a boy, around 2nd or 3rd grade, pretty handsome, with a mole on the back of his right cheek.

"Very good!" Feiwenruite secretly clenched his fists.

Dare to scratch one of his favorite clothes and leave such unglamorous and unaesthetic marks on him!That person who doesn't know who it is, just wait for him!

There are some senior students sitting in the lounge, and there are unclear lights in their eyes when they look carefully.The prefect walked over from the crowd: "Mr Jason. Do you need to go to the medical wing?"

Fevanret took off his robe and slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, the white shirt had been stained red with blood.He looked at his beloved shirt with distress. Although he could use Peparo (to restore it) and Scourgify (to clean it up), he probably would never wear it again.Because no matter how good the spell is, it can't really fix the dress completely.

"No, I can take care of it myself." After speaking, he used Enervate on the wound.He doesn't have that much time, and it's a hassle to make up excuses for his injuries.Most importantly, that would be too embarrassing!

The wound stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye and began to scab over.Feveret saw some affirmation in the eyes of some people in the lounge.

But so what? !Don't think that you can escape my revenge like this!To make people unlucky, one must have the consciousness of being unlucky too!

"If it's okay, I'll go back first." With a cold gleam in Feiwenruite's eyes, he turned and walked back to the dormitory.

Feveret opened the door and entered the dormitory, where Draco and Blaise were chatting.Xiao Yi curled up and fell asleep on the bed.

Draco glanced at his arm and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that it has already started?"

"I really don't know the severity," Blaise said with pain in his eyes, "What a beautiful dress, they can do it!"

Draco's tone was unclear: "If they dare to leave any scars on your face, I will kill them."

Feiwenruite didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and touched his face.Is this caring about him?Or was it just because he looked exactly like him and Draco didn't allow any flaws in himself?

"Anyway," Fevinret opened the small box next to the bed: "I will never make it easier for the person who ruins my beloved clothes!"

He can't be a high-level puppet with his current materials, but in his previous life he also studied alchemy and formation, and it couldn't be easier to punish people.

In the week leading up to the Muggle world and Hogwarts, Feverret had made himself some harmless trick potions.For example: itching powder, laughing powder and the like.Due to the lack of materials, he was unable to manufacture more advanced medicines.Therefore, he plans to find the materials by himself today.

This world is very different from the original world of Feveret, but the plants and animals that existed in that world are still available here.It's just that British wizards only seem to know how to use magic plants, and they don't use many plants with great medicinal value.Therefore, he believed that there must be many precious herbs in the ancient and mysterious Forbidden Forest.

And tonight, he was going to explore the Forbidden Forest at night.

Although the Forbidden Forest is dangerous, if it is only on the periphery and does not enter the depths, according to his ability, there should be no problem.Besides, if you don't go now, it will be difficult to go again when Voldemort starts to be interested in unicorn blood.

When going to Diagon Alley, Feverret once bought a potion box with a foldable space.It is only the size of a palm when not in use, but when opened it is divided into 99 small grids, each grid is just a little bigger than a standard potion bottle.He was going to use this potion box to store herbs, so as to prevent the active ingredients in the medicine from reacting with other medicines or being lost.

He didn't eat dinner, but just took two apples from the lounge.At 10 o'clock in the evening, he led Xiaoyi out of the lounge under Draco's and Blaise's probing eyes, and walked quietly towards the Forbidden Forest.