The little life of a platinum darling

It was not far from the station to Hogwarts, and he entered the school gate after a while.

The five got out of the carriage and walked towards the castle.Not long after walking, I heard the voices of the administrator Filch and a strange man.

"Oh, Mr. Filch, I think you should know me. After all, my reputation is very high now, and I have won the 'Most Charming Smile Award' for five consecutive times. Well, I admit that I am late, but as a Gentleman, I really can't refuse those beautiful ladies to keep me. Oh, I don't think Mr Filch must have experienced this feeling, not everyone is as perfect as me and has such a charming smile."

"Hmph, Prof Lockhart, the dinner party in the hall is about to start, I think you should hurry into the hall instead of standing here and talking." Filch's voice was obviously gnashed.

"Oh, yes, yes," said the five, turning the corner and the two of them could be seen, "I'll go in right away. But don't you think you should get yourself in order, Mr. Filch? You should." Maybe you'll be better off with a good haircut and a change of clothes. You'll never be as popular as I am—maybe you'll have a little low self-esteem—but that's okay. But you're really Tsk tsk..." He shook his head exaggeratedly.

Not far away, a few students walked by, covering their mouths and laughing.

Filch gave him a hard look, then turned his head and left: "I won't accompany you!"

"That man is Gilderoy Lockhart, my mother has been fascinated by him lately." Blaise sneered.

"You have a nice face." Pan Xi held her face like a nympho, but there was only mockery in her eyes.

Draco glanced at him: "Barely passable."

Pansy and Blaise suddenly turned around from the front: "Draco, don't impose your Malfoy's requirements on others, okay? Not everyone has your Malfoy's requirements!"

"Ah! Gilderoy!" A group of girls walking behind them ran past them and circled around Lockhart.

Lockhart made an exaggerated poss and smiled: "Oh, lovely girls, how are you?"

Several girls screamed excitedly because of his question.

Draco motioned for several people to move forward quickly: "Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are destined to be played around."

"Whatever, I hope this year's freshmen are worth looking forward to." Blaise shrugged and walked into the castle first.

Feverret turned to Lockhart before entering the castle.He has short golden hair, which is a little bit upturned, but it is very neat, and his whole face is very in line with the requirements of a professional handsome face, and it looks sunny and refreshing.No wonder so many girls like him.

Gilderoy Lockhart was honored to be the last professor to arrive at the inauguration dinner, attracting the attention of the whole school.But he was probably already used to it, and sat down next to Prof Snape without changing his face.

The four long tables were vacated near the end of the professor's chair, which in Slytherin was the first year's seat.And in the absence of a confirmed grade chief, the most honorable position in the first grade would generally be vacated.

Soon, a team of dozens of freshmen was brought in, and Prof McGonagall stood next to the sorting hat that had been put away just like a year ago.

The Sorting Hat sang, and the sorting began soon.

This year's newborn snakes don't have any outstanding family backgrounds, and they don't seem to have any special abilities, which makes the prefect Punuo Andy a little disappointed.Fortunately, they are all orthodox pure blood, and the etiquette is well done.

The dinner was lackluster, and the school song was still unsettling.Dumbledore roughly repeated what he said last year, but deleted the restricted area on the fourth floor, and then announced that they would return to the lounge.

Fevinrete was a little excited.Last year, he really wanted to see Slytherin's long-famous head match, but unfortunately, the godfather called him out and missed it.But the godfather is also for his own good. Unless there are special circumstances, everyone must participate in the first-year competition. Since he was unclear and had no backer at the time, he might just be cannon fodder.

But this year is different. First, the second grade can volunteer, and second, he has been accepted by the Slytherins now, so there is no need to worry about the others.

Same as last year, Prof Snape rolled in in the black robe, slammed a group of first-year little snakes, glanced at Feverret, and left in the black robe.

"Then," Puno Andy cleared his throat, "Next, we will start the chief challenger." Then he turned to the freshmen, "Our Slytherin has a different system from other houses, that is, the year chief and The chief of the college. The chief enjoys the highest treatment, the right to speak, and the right to make decisions in the college. He also has the responsibility to lead. The chiefs of each grade are equal, and there is no question of superiority. At the same time, among the chiefs of the grade On the other hand, there is also the chief of the college. Under normal circumstances, the chief of the college is the chief of the seventh grade, but the chief of the third grade and above can challenge." He paused, "I think, if I don't become the prefect, this year's college I am the chief." There is no rule that you cannot be the chief if you become a prefect, but if you become a prefect, you will consciously withdraw from the chief challenge and leave opportunities for others.

"That's not what you said, Puno Andy. Don't you live in the prefect's dormitory for a long time, are you free?" The seventh grade chief smirked behind.

"Don't demolish me in front of the freshmen!" Puno Andy waved his hand: "Then, this year starts from the seventh grade, and the first grade is the last. I hope to make a decision before 12 o'clock."

No one in the seventh grade stepped forward to challenge, and the chief was re-elected.Several grades started in sequence, which also made Feiwenruite a feast for the eyes.Colorful spells flew together, occasionally mixed with various close-up martial arts.After all, they are all from aristocratic backgrounds, and they can't fall behind in magic and martial arts.

In comparison, the second grade, which started at almost 11 o'clock, seemed much inferior. Everyone hadn't trained well yet, and their movements were a little immature.The one who challenged was Draco, who was born in a great nobleman, and he always resigned after a while.

Of course, Feiwenruite didn't just stand around and watch. After Blaise was immobilized by Draco's petrification spell and declared failure, he also jumped onto the temporary challenge platform built with magic.

Draco said nothing, ready to fight.The scene with Blaise just now took him a lot of effort.

"Need a break?" Feverret could see that his breathing was heavy.

"Of course it's best." Slytherin didn't refuse the low-hanging fruit.

Five minutes later, Draco attacked again, and Feverret cast the first spell as the challenger.

"Tarantallegra (Tarantallegra)!"

Draco ducked sideways: "Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)!"

The beam of magic grazed Fevereit's right arm, and he almost missed his wand.

Feverret lowered his head and muttered softly: "Disillusionment (disillusionment spell)" disappeared his figure.

Draco rolled his eyes.didn't move.

Feverret took two steps to the right: "Colloportus" hit Draco's left hand, and moved two more steps.

"Diffindo" Draco's spell hit the spot, shattering a small piece of the challenge table.Then he muttered a few words, and Feverret was hit by an Aparecium before he could react.

Seeing the other party's wand pointing at him, Feverret almost instinctively used the spiritual power in his body.His ability is not yet able to control the human body without relying on a medium, it just makes Draco's movements pause.

But enough.Fivenret flicked his wand quickly: "Reducto!"

The curse almost passed across Draco's chest, Feveret stuck out his tongue in his heart, and took a step back.

Draco didn't bother to take a look at his clothes, several Diffindo (split to pieces) shot out from the tip of his wand in succession.

Fivenret dodged the first three, and only had time to use a Protego (armor protection), before being hit in the left abdomen by the fourth Diffindo.

He had just learned the armor and body protection, and hadn't used it well. Although it offset part of the spell, most of the attack power still fell on him.

"Ah!" Feverret let out a short cry, bending over in pain.I've never felt so much pain in this life.He raised his hand to admit defeat, and then stepped back from the challenge platform.

Puno Andy came to help him up: "Diffindo's injury is very troublesome, and it's hard to find a reason to ask for leave. Draco, you should be careful."

Draco was also stunned: "I thought he would hide."

Fiverett thought so too, if it was last semester, he would definitely be able to escape.But after a summer of training, Draco's spell casting speed and power have improved a lot.

But he didn't say much, and gave himself an Enervate (quick recovery) to temporarily stop the bleeding.Someone in the senior year had already gone to find Prof Snape.In previous challenges, few people suffered such injuries, and usually they would admit defeat after finding out that they were no match for the opponent.There are potions in the waiting room for ordinary minor injuries, but Diffindo is still more serious.

Punuo Andy coughed twice and asked, "Is there anyone in the second grade challenging?"

There was a complete silence.

"Then, Draco Malfoy will be re-elected as the head of the second year."

Draco stepped down from the challenge stand.If he comes down before announcing his re-election, it will be regarded as giving up, so he can't come down before.

Draco helped Feverret to a chair beside him and sat down, then kept using Enervate on the wound on his waist.The wound caused by Diffindo can be said to be a bloody mess, but of course Fivenret couldn't do the shameful thing of stripping off his clothes in public for an inspection.

Although he had never suffered such a serious injury in his life, there were many injuries and bleeding in his previous life.Feiwenruite just frowned slightly, not to the point of being unbearable.