The little life of a platinum darling

Halloween at Hogwarts seems to be cursed, something has to happen every year.

Feveret watched the somewhat boring performance on the stage in the hall, maintaining her graceful movements and eating hard.There were rounds of applause and applause from Gryffindor.

"Technically, they're not bad." Draco commented pertinently.

"Unfortunately, in terms of taste, they must have been Gryffindors when they were studying," Pansy said.

"Please, otherwise, why would the old bee invite them? It's obviously because it suits the taste." Blaise swallowed the last piece of pudding on the plate: "Let's go back to the dormitory and get ready?"

"That's right." Feverett put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up.

Several people picked up their things and left the restaurant.

Draco walked in the front, turned around and asked, "What have you prepared tonight?" He glanced up and down at them.We are all familiar friends, so we don't care about etiquette issues.

Pansy smiled: "Won't you find out after a while? But Draco, Aunt Narcissa won't prepare for you again..."

"Oh?" Blaise also looked at him with great interest, "The last time I saw him dressed like that at the Christmas banquet, I was a little silly. I have to say that Aunt Narcissa's taste is really good. "

"shut up!"

"what to wear?"

Draco's angry stop and Feveret's question sounded at the same time.

"Nothing, nothing to say!" Draco replied, glaring at Pansy and Drake, "Last time! How long ago was the last time? Tell me!"

"However, Halloween... I remember a troll broke in last year. How did you deal with it?" Pansy asked casually.

"I didn't mention this in my information. I probably drove him out. It's impossible to stay and do class exercises." Blaise flipped through the thick notebook he carried with him, and said.

It's not a classroom exercise, but it's used for some people's after-school exercises.Feverret sneered: "Dumbledore is really confident to put that kind of thing in."

However, everyone knows what his confidence is based on.The greatest white wizard, this title alone can explain many things.

"Wait!" Feiwenruite stopped suddenly.He heard the voice again.

Unlike Harry, he knew it was Parseltongue, and it couldn't be said casually.After the initial shock, his eyes flickered: "It's okay, let's go."

Draco and the others gave him a strange look, but turned around, not paying much attention.

Feveret looked in the direction of the sound, and then at Draco.Draco didn't seem to respond to the voice just now, it seemed that he couldn't hear it.So the reason why he can hear Parseltongue is not because of Malfoy's family?

According to the plot, Harry and the others should already be on their way to the women's restroom?

Feiwenruite lowered his head and walked forward a few steps: "You guys go back first, I... still have something to do."

Several people looked back at him: "What can happen at this time? What do you want to do again?"

"Huh?" Feverett's eyes were full of innocence, "What can I do, this is Hogwarts. Don't worry, I won't be late."

"Let's go." Draco raised his chin to signal Pansy and Blaise, and walked to the lounge first, "Hurry up."

"Hmm." For some reason, Feverret always felt that Draco looked at him a little strangely, but what happened in front of him made him give up thinking about it, and walked quickly to the other side.

He didn't want to be involved in this incident, but Xiaoyi's disappearance and the snake language incident forced him to participate.He still wanted to ask his father about his ability to understand Parseltongue.Draco's expression showed that he probably couldn't understand Parseltongue.Maybe it was pretending not to understand, but there was not a single word in the original book that mentioned the relationship between Malfoyga and the Slytherin family.Anyway, if I told my father about it, I might know something.

When Fivenret arrived at the destination, the place was already full of people.

Little girl Hermione and Harry, who looked dazed and panicked, stood in the middle of the crowd. The wall beside them was stained with blood, and a big black and white cat hung stiffly on a lamp post protruding from a higher place.The blood-red words make it hard not to notice: "The chamber of secrets has been opened, those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant!"

Feiwenruite stopped at the corner, and had no intention of going forward to join in the fun.Anyway, Dumbledore will handle it well at this time, and Harry and the others will not suffer any grievances.

Filch yelled persistently for Harry Potter to pay for his Mrs. Norris.

"We didn't kill your cat!" Harry argued, "It's been like this since we first came!"

"Then why are you here? And you didn't go to the dinner party?" Snape asked slowly, word by word.

"We attended Earl Nicholas' death anniversary party," Hermione stood up, "it just ended."

"As far as I know, this is neither the way from the Gala Hall to the restaurant, nor the way to Gryffindor Tower. So, what are you doing here?" Snape was not satisfied with her answer.

"We..." Harry couldn't answer for a moment.Everyone seemed to be unable to hear that voice, and he didn't want to make himself appear too different.

"Severus," Dumbledore really came out to smooth things over, "It is impossible for two second-year students to do such a serious matter." He looked carefully at the cat hanging on the wall, "I Guess Lady Norris isn't dead, she's been petrified."

"Really!" Filch hugged his cat excitedly. "So, she's still alive?"

"Yes, it's a pity that the mandrake is not mature yet, maybe we have to wait for a while." Dumbledore nodded to comfort Filch.

"That's good... that's good..." Filch reassured, hugging his cat.Still, he gave Harry and Hermione a hard look.

"Then," Dumbledore realized, circling around, "Let's go to the teacher's office to discuss it, Harry, Ms Granger, please come too."

"What's the matter?" Lockhart hurried in another direction, "I heard something happened here."

"Oh, it's Prof Lockhart?" Prof nodded at him, "We're going back to the faculty office to discuss this matter."

Lockhart looked up at Harry again: "My office is next door, maybe you can go to my place."

"That's great, Prof Lockhart." Dumbledore responded with a smile, and walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Feverret watched the professors take Harry and Hermione away, turned around and walked to the cellar as well.

A lot of students in uniforms had already gathered in the lounge of the cellar, so Feveret walked around the hall and walked towards the dormitory.

Both Draco and Blaise were changing in the cubicle, and Feveret opened the closet and pulled out a dress from the bottom.It was a black dress with gold silk trim, and the material was the snake skin of the Gregorian forest snake in Africa, which was soft and tough.

The dress does not have any fancy decorations at all, but it has a sense of dignity.

"What are you going to wear today?" Draco came out of the cubicle and walked to the bathroom.

"Ordinary dress, you can pretend to be a prince by adding a crown." Feverret raised his head, and Draco was actually wearing a black dress with gold trim, but it was obviously much more luxurious than his, and the fabric was also expensive magic. Material: "What about you?"

"Blood Duke." Draco grinned, showing two snow-white fangs: "My mother's idea. It's just my own choice of clothes. I really dare not wear the clothes she chose for me." Entered the washroom.

"The clothes I chose?" Fevinrete looked at the dress in his hand, which he also ordered in Diagon Alley.

He stuffed the clothes in his hands back into the closet and took out another set of silver ones.

Clothes like Drake's are still too conspicuous, so it's better to avoid them as much as possible.