The little life of a platinum darling

"Article 127, Slytherins are united as one, and no one is allowed to engage in divisive behavior. Article 151, Slytherin's internal affairs must not be publicized." Puno Andy gently closed the book, sharp eyes piercing Dean Lou Yargis: "These three are the more serious ones, but this is a matter of principle that cannot be ignored. So, Dean Ru Yargis, you have been expelled from Slytherin."

"What do you mean?" Deanlu Yagis didn't expect this at all, he yelled loudly: "Do you mean expulsion when you say expulsion? This is Hogwarts. Even a professor can't do it without me committing a crime." Fire me for any wrongdoing!"

Prof Snape sneered: "Mr Argis, this is not expulsion, but expulsion. It means that all Slytherins will not recognize you. Tonight, I will write a letter to your father about you." Letter. I believe that if he is smart enough, he will help you withdraw from school in the shortest possible time."

Slytherin's testing of new students is actually to select people who are qualified to join the group.The current selection is not as strict as it was a hundred or even a thousand years ago.If your own strength is not enough, you can still stay if you know how to rely on someone with enough strength and abide by the rules.

And Fivenret, after showing his strength and ability, has already been recognized.

Just like a farce, it was almost dinner time when Feverett returned to the dormitory.

He took off his robe and dipped it into the pool. The prefect who smiled like a fox thought that he wouldn't be able to detect it if he "patted" the psychedelic powder on him inadvertently?

"To the hall?" Draco asked leaning against the door.

"No," Feiwenruite shook his head, "If it's not troublesome, how about bringing some back for me?"

"It's troublesome, but I agree." Draco glanced at him and went out.

It was almost seven o'clock, and everyone went to the hall. Feverret took out a golden hair that he had just obtained in the lounge. A grade student with a fairly handsome appearance, with a mole on the back of the right cheek.

This man was the unlucky ghost who scratched Feveret with a spell.

Feverret put his hair on the magic circle, chanted a spell, and the small wooden puppet circle emitted a white light.After a few minutes, the light dissipated, and a small wooden figure appeared in the place where the magic circle was originally placed. A golden hair was tied around the waist of the small wooden figure, and a thin rope was connected to the joints of the limbs.

"Success." Feiwenruite patted the dust on his hands that didn't exist, and placed the little wooden figure beside the bed.He remembered that the third-year Slytherins would have two history of magic lessons with Hufflepuff tomorrow morning, and two potions lessons with Gryffindor in the afternoon.This little wooden figure has a shelf life of only one day. By this time tomorrow, it will be reduced to ashes without leaving any evidence of its existence.

He chuckled a few times in his heart, and when he turned his head, he was taken aback by the enlarged face: "Wow! Draco, do you know that scaring people can scare people to death?"

"What's that?" Draco ignored his complaints and pointed at the wooden man.

"Hey," Feiwenruite let out an unglamorous laugh: "My evil puppet doll!"

After successfully gluing a spinning puppet eye on Syrindo Kentra, Feverett walked out of the lounge to welcome a beautiful new day.

Most of the seats in the hall were already taken, Harry and Neville hurried in, Harry gave him a look that wanted to say something, and walked towards the long Gryffindor table.

Feiwenruite secretly remembered it in his heart, and decided to ask carefully when he went to the library in the afternoon.

"What? The two of them are eye-catching?" Blaise joked with a smile.

"Shua!" Draco turned his head and showed him a creepy smile when the death light shot at him.

Feverret took out his little wooden dummy from his robe: "Do you want to be treated like this too?"

Blaise widened his eyes and leaned his back hard: "No, I am very satisfied with my life now!" Yesterday, Fevinrete told them the usefulness of this wooden doll. If the body doesn't listen to you... that's a matter of life and death...

"Eat yours well..." Pan Xi smiled strangely.

Syrindo Kentra was having a bad day.

The history of magic class in the morning is generally recognized as a sleep-seeking class. Last night he played chess with his roommate until midnight. He wanted to have a good sleep during class, but he didn't know whether he fell asleep, sleepwalked or something. Did he just fall asleep? After a while, he heard the voice of his roommate calling him in a low voice. When he opened his eyes, he was almost horrified to find that he was standing.

Prof Binns looked at him with a smile on his face: "Is there any problem? Mr. Callende?"

Although Prof Binns could never remember the student's name, Syrindo Kentra could tell from the way he looked over that Binns was calling him.

"Uh...yes...sorry, professor, I'm fine." He pulled the chair and sat down, the roommate frowned and looked at him with questioning eyes, and he also frowned and looked back with questioning eyes.

In order to prevent such a thing from happening again, Silindo Kentra insisted on not falling asleep again, but for some reason, after a while, his hand was raised automatically and spontaneously!

"Is there a problem, Mr Mook?"

"No... nothing..."

Binns gave him a disapproving look, and continued to read the text in his characteristic flat, flat voice.

Silindo Kentra looked at his hand in doubt, shook his head, and chose to remain silent.

However, after the next class, he kept raising his hands, or simply stood up, so he had to keep asking some questions that he had no interest in at all.So Syrindo Kentra, a third-year student, became the favorite student of Prof Binns of History of Magic. From that day on, he would point Kentra to answer questions in every class, although he still couldn't remember the student's name... …

During lunch, the whole Slytherin spread the news about Kentra's weird behavior. After all, almost no one listened to Binns's class, let alone asked questions constantly.

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Kentra, who didn't have any weird behavior at noon, and thought that the potions class in the afternoon would be safe, was completely distressed by the explosion in the potions classroom... He was the first to blow up the cauldron in the potions class. Lytlin, for which Prof Snape fined him a full term of labor service!Because when he was putting in the ingredients, he took another potion ingredient that could not be put into the crucible at that time. He knew it would explode, but he couldn't stop himself. He only had time to give it to himself when it exploded A Protego (armor body protection). Prof Snape never deducted points from Slytherin, but a whole term of labor service was enough for him to cry...

Over the course of the day, he had cast himself numerous checking spells, and he was sure there was nothing wrong with him, which could only mean someone was doing something to him.The biggest suspect is Feverett Jason, but what can he do?Malfoy told Jason [-]% that he was the one who shot him.The Malfoy family's intelligence network is vast.He wondered before why so many people have been dealt with so that he is the safest?Look, it turns out that we want to save the best for last...

But he couldn't even find Prof Snape, and if he asked him for help after he blew up the cauldron in his Potions class, he would throw himself out...

But fortunately, Jason is very measured in doing things, so he shouldn't make himself too sad, right?

probably?