The little life of a platinum darling

"Fiverett, Earl Nicholas invited me to his death party on Halloween, can you go with me?" After lunch, Harry ran over from not far away and grabbed Feverrett's hand. arm.

Feverett thought of the description of this memorable undead party in the original book, and felt a sudden shock in his heart: "No, Slytherin always has dances and performances on Halloween, unless there are very serious reasons, otherwise it is generally not allowed. No." After all, it is the annual school social dance.

"Ah... I thought you would accompany me..." The little lion's head drooped, "You know...there are undead..."

"Since you don't want to go, why did you agree to Earl Nicholas?" Feverett sighed helplessly.

"I don't want to agree either. It was Nicholas who made the decision for me on his own, then turned around and drifted away. I think it's impolite not to go...so...but..." The little lion's head Low to the chest, it looked like he was about to cry.

"Then why don't you let Neville stay with you? I think Hermione would be willing too."

"But Neville is afraid of ghosts, so it's impossible for him to go."

"Then ask Hermione, she has always been very curious, I think she will agree to you. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to participate in the gathering of ghosts." Feverret gestured to him the book in his hand : "Then I want to go to the classroom now, and you should get ready as soon as possible. The class in the afternoon is Potions class. Don't be late."

"Ah! Good!" Harry belatedly realized that it was only half an hour before class, and hurried to the dormitory.

Before you know it, it's October and Halloween is approaching. There was still no news of Voldemort, and he disappeared without a trace.There were no new rumors about him from the outside world at all, and everything was so peaceful that nothing happened.

But the coming of Halloween means that another danger is coming-the petrification of the basilisk.

He had a premonition that Voldemort's main soul would definitely be involved in this matter.I just hope things don't get more and more troublesome.

In the corridor leading to the cellar, there is a shortcut that few people know about. The entrance of the passage is well concealed on the wall.Taking advantage of the lack of people around him, Feiwenruite twisted his body and turned in.

He was the only one on the path, not even a few portraits were hung, only a portrait of an old man in red looked at him with a smile: "Hey, young man, are you going to class? Look at your clothes, you must be a Slytherin. Oh, Sir Hart on the wall opposite your drawing room is so difficult to live with! I used to be hung beside him for a while."

Feverright nodded politely to him: "I'm going to class right now. Sir Hart never talks to us. I guess he is an arrogant person."

"Yeah, no one knows if he was painted or ever lived, he's been hanging there for as long as we can remember. And he paid very little attention when we talked to him."

"Well," Fivenret nodded, and walked past the portrait, "My next class is about to start, so let me take my leave."

Seeing him walking over, the old man gave up the previous topic: "The old man is getting older, but he likes to talk more. I am here alone, and I can't hang out all day. If you are free, welcome to chat with me. ah."

Fevinret turned her head and was about to answer him, when she heard a rustling sound from the wall, the sound was very thin, vague and inaudible.

Feiwenruite frowned and glanced in the direction of the voice: "That's..."

"Ah," the old man in the portrait also glanced over there, "Recently, there are often such voices, inside the wall, as if something hard is rubbing against the wall."

"Is that so..." Feiwenruite looked away, and left quickly without stopping.

Is this about to start?

Hogwarts... is much more troublesome than Yongran Academy.Or, is it Harry's protagonist effect?

But these are none of his business for the time being, Potions class is the highest now...

"Fiveret!" Draco who was sitting next to him suddenly grabbed his hand: "What are you doing?!"

Feverret turned around and saw that he was holding a blooming oriole flower in his hand and was about to put it into the cauldron.

"What needs to be put here is Oriole flower juice! Not flowers!" Draco resisted the urge to knock him on the head, and twitched the corners of his eyebrows.

It was only then that Feiwenruite came to his senses, and took the flower juice he handed over.

Draco pursed his lips, and turned his head to deal with the next material: "What are you thinking? Such a simple mistake?"

"It's nothing..." Fevinret turned his attention to the crucible, "It's just some unimportant things."

They are now in the Potions Professor's office in the cellar. Since last semester, Feverret will come here every week for extra supplementary lessons, and the normal two potions lessons a week can't satisfy him at all.In fact, for him, only potions in the first and second grades are more thoughtful, but this is still not as good as these noble young masters and ladies around him.Especially Draco, who started learning from a young age, is much more proficient than their 11-year-old counterparts.

Fortunately, he still has some experience in this type of subject, otherwise he will probably never be able to catch up.

After the start of the second grade, Draco also joined the ranks of supplementary lessons in the office, and Faverete gradually discovered that Draco was really talented in potions. The godfather must have known it, so he taught Draco Much stricter than his.

Subjects like potions have very high requirements for talent, so the godfather must have high expectations for Draco.

When they came today, the godfather was just about to go out, so he only told them to help make the potions needed for the medical wing and left.Fortunately, Draco was here, otherwise he would definitely have no way to get these materials...

"Concentrate on nothing, if something goes wrong, I won't tell you anything about Prof Snape." Draco smirked, and set up another cauldron on the other side: "You should It's almost done, help me with the materials later, and return it to me."

"Okay." Feiwenruite responded and began to stir for the last time.The maroon potion in the crucible gradually became transparent, turning to clear blue.He put down the stirring rod, turned to the material table, and reached for the pocket knife that was lying aside.

He couldn't let go of what happened in the morning. On the way to the hall, he heard a voice from the wall: "Kill...kill...blood...I'm hungry...tear...you..."

At that time, he was stunned. Although he was good at getting along with animals, he had never understood any animal language.At this time, who else could make such a sound from the wall besides the basilisk?But he was sure that even though he had come into contact with so many snakes in this life, he had never understood what that one said.

This cannot be explained!

He was convinced that his throat as a human should not be able to make the hissing sound of a snake, so why could he understand it?Even though Malfoy may have been married to a Slytherin, he had never understood the meaning of any snake sounds before.

Or, was it because of the influence of Voldemort's soul?

Maybe there is this possibility... Thinking about it, Feiwenruite decided to use this night to do a thorough meditation after returning home. Since Voldemort's main soul entered Xiaoyi's body, he hasn't done a good meditation.

Before coming to Hogwarts, he would urge himself to study hard, but now he has relaxed in this troublesome place.Could this be what Xi Xiazhe said at the time when his family was by his side?

It doesn't seem like a very good thing.Absolutely cannot relax.

——No one can help you, everything you have is created by yourself.

This is what his master gave him every day.What Master said is never wrong, so we must not forget it.

Master said, if you want to live, show me how strong you are. If you can’t break through, even if I kill you, your father won’t blame me, you know.

——I know... my father has never seen me as a son. In his eyes, I am just a machine that can control the academy.

The master said, I am your master because your father will pay me enough, and the people below are respectful and flattering to you because you have the right to control their life and death.If one day you lose this right, you will have nothing to rely on except your own strength!I can't, your father can't, and those guys who follow you all day are even more impossible.

——No one will treat me sincerely.Until then, he had always thought so.

Until the face of the master who always smiled gently faded away from his sight, leaving a body that lost his soul; until he saw the tears in Narcissa's eyes that he was holding back; until he felt that Lu Xiu S held his trembling hands.

Master said, you have to see clearly what is hidden in their eyes, sometimes people can't speak with their mouths.

——Master, what I regret the most so far is that I have never looked into your eyes seriously.

Master said, I taught you, you have to use them to survive!

He remembered every word Master said in his heart.He looked up at Draco's profile.

But the kind of life Xi Xiazhe talked about is really enviable.If they do, can they give him that kind of life?

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze to the potion ingredients before Draco noticed him.

Sure enough, it was time to meditate, but I started to think about it.