The little life of a platinum darling

Harry felt that these few days were the best days of his life, but, anyway, there were still some fly in the ointment.

For example, the Potions class that gave him such a headache.

He swore that he listened to Fivin the day before and studied hard, but he really didn't know which page of the book Prof Snape asked the question, maybe it was the content of the senior grade?

But Feiwen actually answered all of them!So he had no complaints about Snape deducting five points from Gryffindor and then adding five points to Slytherin.Although he felt that Prof Snape was deliberately picking on him, but after all, he did not answer the question and Feiwen answered it very well.

It's just that the Weasley next to him doesn't seem very happy.

He didn't like this Weasley very much - although his two brothers seemed very interesting - he always said that Slytherin was a hangout for dark wizards, and told him to stay away from Feiwen.Because Feiwen will also be a dark wizard in the future.

What a joke!Feverret was his first friend, how could he say that he would stop dating if he didn't?And Feiwen is such a good person, how can he look like a dark wizard?

But he was in the same dormitory as Weasley, and it was inevitable to listen to "Slytherin Threat Theory" every day.

Speaking of which, Slytherin seems to be very restless these days. Many people enter the medical wing because they accidentally fall down the stairs, hit the wall, or relapse of old diseases, magical accidents and other reasons.It's only been a few days since school started, so why are there so many accidents?You can often see boys and girls wearing silver and green ties, clutching certain parts of their bodies, hurrying towards the medical wing.

He had asked Percy about it in the common room, and Percy had told him that it was a Slytherin routine, and it would go on for a few days every time school started, but it seemed to be a little more serious this year.

But Harry still felt that something was wrong. Could it be that Slytherin's practice is to put himself in the medical wing once in the first few days of school?

It's a good thing he wasn't assigned to Slytherin, otherwise what would he do if he was tossed out with some "old disease"?By the way, Feiwen is in Slytherin!Is he also insecure?Or does he also have some "old disease"?

In Slytherin bedroom 028, Blaise Zabini was lying bored on the soft white carpet.

"It's been a few days. Don't you want to punish the person who scratched you? Why haven't you acted yet? Don't you want to avenge your clothes?"

"It's coming soon," Feverret was still fiddling with his simple puppet array, "Just wait until the array is ready."

"Hey, where did you get all those weird things?" Draco studied Xiaoyi for a while yesterday, but he couldn't figure out why it can jump and jump and has no magic waves.

"I stayed in China for two years. During that time, I met a Chinese mage and learned art from him for a period of time." He said the same to Lucius, and also said that because of an experiment during the study Unexpectedly, I remembered something from my infancy.

"Sounds good, is he an alchemist?"

"No, he is a cybernetician, controlling puppets or using something to control creatures."

Draco and Blaise looked at each other, shook a little, and then looked at the wooden, plate-sized "array" in Feverett's hand, probably already understood its function.

The flying lesson was on Thursday afternoon, and the weather in September was still very hot, but the new generation of sunny teenagers didn't care. See, her flying lessons are in the morning.Harry also took advantage of the short time before lunch in the library to chatter about the different versions he heard from his seniors and sisters: the feeling of flying.Even Draco, usually elegant and self-possessed, talked about his flying experience with great interest.After all, they are still children, and it is normal to be excited when they encounter something they like.

Slytherins and Gryffindors are notoriously feuding, but whether intentional or not, they take most of their classes together.Dozens of people on the playground were arguing and refusing to give in to each other.The two academies seem to be natural enemies, as long as they meet, nothing good will happen.

Mrs Hodge has eagle-like eyes, and he walked quickly: "Okay! What are you waiting for here? Stand to the left of your respective brooms, hurry up, hurry up!"

Draco was rightfully at the head of the Slytherin line, with the best broom in the row in Slytherin at his right foot, followed by Blaise and Pansy, and Fiverett standing fourth place.

Since he established a friendly relationship with Draco and the others yesterday, his seat at the table has also changed from the corner to the fourth.This also indirectly, or directly expressed Draco's thoughts and Fivenret's position.Let the victims who have been aware of the instigator of yesterday's tragedy give up the idea of ​​​​revenge.After all, he had a Chief backing him up, and they couldn't afford to mess with the Malfoys.

Gryffindor warriors don't have so many twists and turns, and there is no hierarchy. The team is in a mess, just to grab the slightly better broom.In the end, it was snatched by Harry. I have to say, Harry is quite clever.

Mrs Hodge glanced at them, seeming used to it.When everyone is on their feet: "Put your right hand over the broom and say 'get up'! Quick!"

For a while, the sound of "getting up" rang out on the playground.

"Get up!" Draco's broomstick jumped into his hands obediently. It was not the first time he used a broomstick, and it was very handy.

Blaise and Pansy were not much slower than him, picking up their brooms in a while.

As expected of a Seeker father, Harry had a great talent for flying, and with just a yelp, the broom obediently came into his hands.

Neville's broom was motionless, and Feverett was worrying about the broom on the grass next to him. He was not much better than Neville, except that the broom still skipped a little bit now and then.

"Pfft..." Pansy sniggered from beside him, "It seems that you have never flown before."

'What do you mean you haven't flown before?You didn't know where you were when I used the puppet technique to manipulate the wind to fly! Feiwenruite cursed in his heart, and vented his anger on the broom: "I said you will never get up! If you don't get up again, I will throw you into the fireplace as firewood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to bite off his tongue.It's too rude to say such things in public!

But with a sound of "咻", the broom flew up and landed on Feiwenruite's hand accurately and quickly.

'I just said how can I, a dignified 5-star control technician, be unable to handle your broken broom! '

Mrs Hodge walked back and forth to correct the wrong posture: "Oh, Mr Jason. The broom should be held like this, yes, and move the hand a little bit inward. Okay, so it will be more obedient."

While adjusting its posture, Fivenret secretly channeled some spiritual power into it to ensure that it would not suddenly engage in non-violent non-cooperation in the middle of the flight.

"Are you ready?" Mrs Hodge stood in the middle: "I'll count to 123. As soon as I blow the whistle in my hand, you will jump up together and let the broom lift you up a few feet. Remember, you must Hold on to the broom! Then lean forward and then fall." She put the whistle to her mouth: "Listen, 1——2—"

Before Mrs Hodge could finish counting, Neville seemed to be too nervous, kicked his legs, and rose up.

Mrs Hodge stopped counting, but before she had time to run over, Neville had already flown as high as the second floor: "Mr Longbottom, come back!"

But Neville couldn't control his broom, he yelled in panic, but couldn't bring himself to the ground.The broom took him in uncontrollable circles in the sky, and when he finally passed through the roof, he was caught by the statue standing there and fell next to the castle wall.

"That's your new friend? A little idiot." Draco laughed at Feverett in a low voice.

"But you can't deny that he's honest and cute." Feverret shrugged, then walked towards Neville.

Mrs Hodge ran over quickly, leading a group of guys who joined in the fun. She stepped forward and helped Neville up: "Oh, poor kid, my arm is broken." She turned her head: "When I came back At that time, I don't want to see anyone flying in the sky, otherwise, he will be expelled from school!" Then he took Neville, who was in trouble, to the medical wing.

Harry couldn't hide the worry on his face, but fortunately it was only a broken arm, and it was said that drinking a small bottle of bone potion would heal.

Whether it was the butterfly effect or not, Neville hadn't received a memory ball from his grandma this morning, so Draco hadn't made much of a fuss about it.However, there are always some people who can't bear their temper.

We usually call such people cannon fodder.