The little life of a platinum darling

I have to say, the second grade class is so boring...

Sitting on a chair, Fiveret watched Prof McGonagall turn a sparrow into a brown-gray coffee cup with horizontal stripes, and back again, repeating it several times, thinking idly.

"What? Are you so lethargic after just a few days since school started?" Draco stopped turning the pages of the book and looked at him mockingly.

"I just find it strange that you all look at these well-known spells that you have used all day long, and you can use them at will, but you have to learn them as if you don't understand them at all. Don't you feel bored?" Fei Wen Rhett heard his teasing, turned his head to look at him, and slumped his shoulders, "I'm very annoying. I'm not a very patient person. The second grade class is too simple, and I don't even have the nature to review it." Can't hook it up."

"What? You learned the content in the textbook again during the summer vacation?" Drake raised the corners of his lips, it seems that they have always given others the same illusion whether they are noble or Muggle-born?

Please, how is it possible? !If the great nobles all relied on Hogwarts to cultivate their heirs, how would they pass it on when there was no Hogwarts thousands of years ago?

"But no matter what, just learning from textbooks is still not comprehensive, right?" Blaise shook his head and laughed, holding a quill and kept writing in a thick black notebook.

Feiwenruite squinted at him: "I will agree with you when you say this when I take difficult courses such as number divination or ancient magic lines in the third grade. Now... I will only admit that Potions difficult."

"Speaking of which, Hogwarts seems to have applied for exemptions. Why don't you try exempting all other courses except Potions as the principal proposed?" Pansy laughed softly after finishing speaking.

Prof McGonagall walked around the classroom and came to them: "Now, try to turn the sparrow in front of you into a cup. Hurry up and start practicing. Don't miss the spell!"

Pansy gave them a wink, grabbed the rope tied to the thin paw of the sparrow prepared on the desk, lowered her head and began to wave her wand at the light brown sparrow.

In less than 5 minutes, Draco pushed a coffee cup that was slightly rougher than the one made by Prof McGonagall into the middle of the desk and turned a piece of parchment into a small cup and saucer: "You are right, there is no A sense of accomplishment."

"That's right!" Feverret raised his head, showing eight bright white teeth, "So, let's have some fun." Even Slytherin needs some challenges to enrich everyone's daily life!

The afternoon class is the history of magic by Binns. The weather in September can be said to be scorching hot, especially in the afternoon, it always makes people drowsy. In addition to the class of Prof Binns, it has to be said that it is a Cups.

"Why don't we skip class?" Pansy suggested. They started memorizing the history of magic when they were 3 years old. It's not interesting to listen to Binns's scriptures in class now.

"Where to? Even Hogsmeade we haven't found the secret passage to that yet." Draco disagreed.Could it be skipping classes and going to the dormitory?Otherwise where else to go?

"Then look for it today?" Blaise held up his notebook, "I have already collected clues here."

"But definitely not in the afternoon. Maybe in the evening." Draco thought for a while and said, how many people are wandering in the corridor during the day without class?This is Dumbledore's territory.

Just as Feiwenruite wanted to agree, he suddenly thought of the little demon king in the Response Room, and he had to pick him up at night, so he couldn't be delayed: "For tonight... I don't have time..."

Draco immediately turned his head to look at him: "Why are you busy these few nights?"

"These few days? No..." Feverret showed eight teeth to Draco, just going out occasionally to get some air.

Draco squinted at him, dissatisfied: "What time did you go out yesterday and what time did you come back, you know yourself!"

"Huh? Draco, you care about me, I'm so touched!" Feverett smiled mischievously, reached out to touch Draco's face, and leaned forward.He's been kind of mean lately, but it's fun to see a guy like Draco, who's all about etiquette, go nuts.

Draco slapped his hand away: "Don't move! Who cares about you! I mean you're making me sleep!"

"Draco, didn't you use the Silencing Charm when you were sleeping?" Blaise smiled.

"I forgot, can't I!"

Fivenret did not expect to see such a scene when he entered the Room of Response.

The wooden doll fell to the ground, already so damaged that it couldn't see its original appearance.The brown wood was completely cracked, exposing all the broken organs and devices inside, and even the magic circle depicted on it was severely destroyed.

Xiao Yi lay there motionless, obviously feeling that the soul inside was no longer there.

Feveret frowned, doubt and displeasure arose in his heart.He looked around, passing through a large pile of unknown objects, and his eyes fell on a tattered portrait of an old wizard.Unsurprisingly, he found that the dilapidated diadem that was still visible when he came with Harry had disappeared.

So, was Voldemort really so impatient, delusional to fuse two crippled souls in this way, so that the two souls died together at once?

Forget it, he absolutely believes that the scourge will last for thousands of years.Besides, Voldemort's ability to become the Dark Lord that everyone feared showed that he still had a lot of ink in his stomach, and it was absolutely impossible to just say so foolishly and make such a dangerous attempt without any preparation.In addition, he has become more and more rational and calm recently, so he will not cast the magic that may kill him at any time in such a place without a trace of security.

So why?

Feiwenruite stepped forward to pick up the tattered doll lying on the ground, frowned, and picked up the broken sawdust on the ground, then turned and left the Room of Response.

It should be difficult for a soul piece that was forcibly separated like Voldemort to have its own consciousness, and even if it did, it would generally not be able to leave the host body.However, it cannot be ruled out that the changes brought about by the stimulation of the main soul being nearby can not be ruled out.

However, it seemed that he had been reckless in his deal with Voldemort, and he hadn't thought of such a situation at all.There will be more or less special connections between two similar souls, not to mention Voldemort is the same soul.It is the main soul that has made a contract with him not to harm his family, and the other soul pieces are not bound for the time being.What if the soul piece is as irrational as the previous main soul, and he knows Malfoy's deception to him?

Now he has no way to find Voldemort, since he left Xiaoyi's body, there is no way he would suddenly appear in front of him one day and say: "Hi, I went out to play for a while, and now I'm back!" Such silly words.

You can only wait and see.

Fevinrete walked slowly into the dormitory, thinking about how to make another doll.After all, he originally had a junior, and his sudden disappearance would definitely make Draco and the others suspicious.