The little life of a platinum darling

Draco was a little worried, after all, it was caused by his failure to grasp his strength: "Fiverett, do you need to go back to the dormitory?"

Feverret shook his head: "Prof Snape will be here in a while, it doesn't matter."

As soon as the words fell, there was a "bang", a green flame was lit in the fireplace, and Snape came out from inside.

He strode to the chair and handed Feverett a bottle of potion: "Drink it."

Faverete obediently took the potion, endured its weird taste, and drank it with a frown.

"As a Slytherin, I don't understand why you get hurt like this in an exchange game like the Chief Challenge. I thought you should know what to do when you are not against the opponent, instead of using things like this Get me in trouble."

"I did it, Professor." Draco bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"I know," Snape turned to him, "so, Draco Malfoy, you come to my office now; Faverete Jason, immediately, go back to your dormitory." Fireplace in the lounge.

"No, Professor." Draco reached out to grab his black robe, pointed to the fireplace, shook his head, and pointed to the door.

Snape pretended he didn't see it, and walked resolutely towards the fireplace.

"No no no!" Draco tugged on his robe again, shaking his head.

Snape simply grabbed his collar and sprinkled some Floo powder into the fireplace: "Hogwarts Vault Office."

"No! Professor, I just got my hair done! Clothes! Clothes! Oh! It's full of dust!"

Fivenret turned around amusedly, and used a Scourgify (cleaned up) and a Reparo (restored) on the shirt outside the wound that had healed a bit, even though he wasn't going to keep the shirt, Now it has to be fixed in public too.

In other words, the godfather's potion is really very effective.

"Go back to the bedroom and rest?" Blaise said.

"En." Feveret nodded to Puno Andy, and left the lounge.

The wound hasn't completely healed yet, and Feiwenruite doesn't dare to sleep right away, if the wound is pressed, it might burst open.He took the book casually and leaned against the head of the bed, flipping through it page by page.

Not long after, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Draco walked in with a stinky face.

"Fevenret, you didn't use all your strength just now, did you?" He walked up to Feverret and asked.

Feverret raised his head and looked at him: "No, I tried my best."

"Then why are you still hurting? What about the ability you used last school year?"

"I've used it," Feverret shrugged. "I can't manipulate the human body without a medium yet. I'm satisfied with letting you pause before."

"Is that so?" Draco widened his eyes, feeling a little complacent about his progress during the summer vacation.

"That... it's my fault, your injury... I'm sorry." Looking up at the ceiling, a small blush appeared on his face.It was the first time he apologized to someone, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he was just a little embarrassed.

Just now he wrote a letter to his godfather and reported the matter to his father. He didn't know if his father would punish him for copying the house rules.

"Ah? It's okay, I made it up on my own. Besides, isn't the injury healed?"

"You said you can't manipulate people now, but then you can?" Draco didn't want to get entangled in this matter, so he changed the subject.

"Yeah," Fei Wenruite nodded, "I'm not capable enough now. If I'm an eight-star, even if I don't use magic spells and stay still, I must win." Puppet art controls the human body in fact to control the human spirit. Draco's mental strength is still weak now.

Draco didn't say anything more, feeling a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, he just felt that he didn't want to be weaker than this person at all.After thinking about it, he turned over and lay down on the bed.

start of school

The first class is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The spacious classroom is full of portraits of the same person, constantly posing in various poses, and firing electricity at the girls in the classroom.However, many girls like him very much, hugging their cheeks with an intoxicated expression.

"Is he as good-looking as Draco and Feverett?" Pansy asked.

"Obviously not," Blaise replied.

"Well," Pansy nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that there is nothing wrong with my aesthetic taste."

The four chose the rearmost seats in the room, leaving Crabbe and Goyle in the front.The classroom is filled with the smell of perfume before the person comes out, so wait until the person comes out?You can see who he is from the environment.

"Oh! Vigorous children!" Lockhart came out of the private office in the classroom, wearing a glittering gold dress, smiling like a spring breeze.

"Ah!" shrieked the Gryffindor girls who were with them, and some of the Slytherins looked excited.

"Yes, yes, I know you admire me," he paused, "but for now, I want you to be quiet."

But when he spoke, it seemed that the girls became more excited, and the screams became more deafening.

"Okay, I know you're happy, but please be quiet. Here, I'm your professor!" he said.

The screaming slowly died down.

He raised the corners of his mouth: "You must have read my books, yes, they are our textbooks for this year.

First class, I thought I'd test your prep. He took out a stack of parchments and handed them out one by one. After each one, he smiled at the man.

"Does it need to be so troublesome? Isn't it enough to use the floating spell?" Blaise curled his lips.

"The Levitation Curse? Merlin knew he could. My dad said Gilderoy Lockhart was an idiot who could only write novels." Draco smirked.

"Really? Did that old lunatic Dumbledore hire him to kill us or kill him?" Pansy complained softly.

"Maybe it's another part of the Savior's trial?" Feverret signaled to them that Lockhart had come over.

Lockhart came over with a smile on his face, handed each of them a piece of parchment, then grinned at them again, winked at Pansy, and turned away.

Pansy ignored him and focused on the parchment: "Merlin! I have never seen such a topic since I was a child. What color does Gilderoy Lockhart like? Gilderoy Lockhart likes the most What gift do you want? What is Gilderoy Lockhart's ideal?"

"Who knew such a thing!" Draco growled in a low voice.

"There are some people who are very satisfied with these topics." Blaise raised his chin, motioning for several people to look in that direction.There was a bottle of purple ink in front of a Slytherin girl, who was carefully writing on the parchment with a pink quill in her hand.

"Oh, that's enough," Pansy stroked his forehead, and picked up the quill pen with a broken wrist. "Then, what color should he like?"

"Lilac, I saw it in one of his books," said Fevereit.

Draco looked at him: "His book? Have you read it?"

"Well," Fei Wenruite nodded, "the content of the book is not bad."

"Really? Then I'll take a look too?" Blaise took out a copy of "I Know Magic".

Fei Wenruite nodded: "I recommend."

Almost half an hour later, Lockhart came down to collect the papers.Feverret wrote every question, but did not guarantee the correct rate.

Lockhart shook his head while closing the paper: "It's a pity that no one can get everything right. I have written the answers to these questions in my book. Maybe you should read it for a while, shouldn't you? Oh, Ms. Ai Moss is very good, she only wrote one wrong question, I think she is a little sloppy. But it doesn't matter, I still give her 5 points for Gryffindor!"

The girl whose name was called looked intoxicated and excited, completely ignoring the jealous and contemptuous gazes around her.

Then he put away the papers and took out a large iron cage covered with a black cloth. The cage kept vibrating, making the sound of metal hitting the wooden table: "Today, your task is to learn how to deal with the world's toughest Horrible, most evil magical creature," he flung back the black cloth, "that's... the elf of Cornwall!"

"They are very evil and enjoy destruction! Anyone who provokes them will be in great trouble!" Lockhart threatened.

"Hmph." Most of the Slytherins looked disdainful.The Cornwall elves are little more than a little bad, but not very good at all.

"Is this the 'scary, most evil' magical creature?" Blaise was dumbfounded.

"Actually, that's right." Draco leaned back on the chair, "If you don't count family training, this is just right for the second grade."

"But it depends on how he teaches." Feverret stretched out his right hand and pointed at Lockhart.

Lockhart quickly opened the cage and let out the group of gray-skinned elves.