The little life of a platinum darling

"..." Voldemort swears in his heart, and after trying his best to stop and appease the basilisk who doesn't know what's going on, he turns his head to look at the ribs hit by Feverritt's head and was crushed to the ground, still still Draco hugged him.The two children were covered in blood and looked very scary.Draco had completely lost his response, but subconsciously stayed in Feverret, not knowing what to do.

"This..." Draco was at a loss, "Should... what should I do?"

"What should we do?" Voldemort glanced at him with a half-smile, "I believe that the heir of the Malfoy family will not be troubled by a small levitation spell. Feverret has been poisoned by the basilisk. If you don't get effective medical treatment, the result will be..." He shrugged, "I believe you won't want to see it. So I suggest you go directly to Severus." He turned and prepared to lead him the way as he spoke: " Follow up."

Draco was afraid that there would be some problems with Feverett, so he immediately reacted and got up from the ground.After casting the Levitation Charm on Feverret, he still lightly supported his body and followed Voldemort's footsteps as fast as possible.

When they came out of the secret passage in the lounge, Voldemort immediately hid in the ring in Feverret's pocket.Draco didn't realize where it was at all, and rushed outside according to instinct, leaving behind a group of little snakes who stared dumbfounded at the back of him leaving.

Draco had been to this place in the cellar for almost two years, so he was naturally familiar with it.When he arrived at Prof Snape's office, he said the password to enter the door almost without thinking.Of course I didn't remember to knock on the door.

"Godfather!" The door opened slowly, but Draco felt that he couldn't wait that long, and he anxiously called his familiar title.I don't know why, looking at the bloody Fiveret, he felt panic from the bottom of his heart, the longer the time dragged on, the more clearly he felt that something important in his body was leaving quickly, and he wanted to grab it, But can't find a way, can't do anything.He could only speed up again and run to the life-saving place.

"Draco, I remember that I didn't educate you... Oh! Merlin!" It wasn't the Potions Professor's low voice that came from the door, but the voice that Draco had listened to for 12 years and always maintained an elegant and harmonious voice. Gorgeous cadence, but the final exclamation ruthlessly shatters all elegance.

But Draco didn't have the energy to think about whether his father had lost his composure. He just moved Feverett into the office according to the original plan: "Father! Where's the godfather?"

"What happened to you guys, why did he do this!" Lucius didn't answer Draco's question. When Fivenret came in, his head went numb.It seemed as if he had been hit by a spell that interfered with people's thinking, completely emptying his usually planning, flexible and calculating mind.

"It's a basilisk! Feverret was bitten by a basilisk..." Draco looked around for the savior—although his father was here, but he knew how much his father hated half-bloods and Muggles—his The voice has unconsciously become nasal: "He will die..."

Lucius was at a loss for a while, and when he realized what he should do, he immediately turned his head and walked towards the fireplace. The issues he had to discuss with Severus were nothing compared to this, let alone Severus Les was still being called by the old bee: "Malfoy Manor!"

When Draco saw Lucius leaving, he was in a mess, the godfather was not here, and his father left without saying a word.He looked at Favenret, who was in a coma and was frowning because of the wound on his body, and ran to several large display cabinets standing on the side wall of the office—there were countless different kinds of Potions - perhaps something useful can be found in the collection there.

Feverret felt that he hadn't been in such pain for a long time, half of his body hurt so much that he almost lost consciousness.He felt as if he had been moved for a while—some bumps, which made him hurt even more—and then he was put on a soft place, and the loud noises around him made him even more agitated.

But he couldn't get rid of these. Although the pain on his body made him wish he could kill himself, he just couldn't make himself unconscious for even a short while.His consciousness was fuzzy, and he couldn't move his body, feeling that the vitality was desperately leaving his body.

That's right, the basilisk is extremely poisonous, and it was bitten by the basilisk, and it was half the size of its body, so it was not easy to survive.He wants to stop the loss of vitality, he is not willing to leave this world at this time, but now he doesn't even have the ability to raise the slightest strength.

In a daze, he felt that some liquid was slowly flowing into his mouth.

Is it a potion?he thinks.

It's a pity that it didn't have any effect, and the loss of vitality didn't decrease in the slightest.

Liquid continued to flow from his mouth, and slowly, he felt that the pain on his body began to decrease.This made him feel a little better, but his consciousness was still blurred, and his vitality continued to drain.

There was another burst of noise in his ears, mixed with the low, anxious and unchanging voice of the young man, which seemed to be familiar to him.

Then the liquid flowed into his mouth again, and a warm feeling surrounded him. He found that the loss of vitality began to slow down. Not long after, something cool was applied to his wound, and he lost consciousness as he wished.

When he woke up again, a beam of sunlight hit his face directly through the curtains, and he quickly closed his eyes. The feeling of being stimulated by the sunlight was not very good.

"Fivenret, you're awake!" Draco's voice sounded immediately, and he had to turn his head in a different direction with great effort, and opened his eyes again.

"Della..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a burning pain in his throat, and his voice was hoarse.

A glass of water was handed over to him, and he drank a few sips with that hand without thinking, and then he felt better.

"Just wake up, you slept for seven days." Blaise sat next to Draco, his expression became much more relaxed after seeing the person on the bed awake.

Feveret nodded to him and smiled feebly.Immediately, a burst of drowsiness struck, and he fell into darkness again.

Draco, who came to guard the bedside after class, just relaxed, was suddenly lifted up his throat.It wasn't until Madam Pomfrey, who was hurriedly called, told him that Feverret was just asleep, and then he settled down again.

He hardly knows how he gets through these days.

At that time, he only found some common—perhaps better than those generally circulated in the market—hemostatic agents, blood tonics or antidotes in the godfather’s office. up.With the idea that it is better to use than not to use, he opened Feverret's lips and poured the potion into it, but although the potion was good, the injury was too serious, and it didn't do much.

He was almost about to growl in anxiety, when he heard a real growl first: "Draco Malfoy! How dare you make my office look like this!"

Draco, who heard the godfather's voice, regained his energy immediately, grabbed Snape's arm and ran over with him without thinking about it: "Godfather! Save Fivenret! He was bitten by a basilisk arrive!"

Snape realized something serious had happened immediately after noticing the blood on the ground, but he was still taken aback when he saw Fivenret lying motionless on his couch as if he hadn't even breathed. I was quite frightened.

He didn't dare to be careless at all, checked the wound on Feiwenruite's body as quickly as possible, and then went back to his room to get the medicine: "I remember your father was here before, where is he?"

"He..." Draco hesitated for a moment, "I told him that Feverret was bitten by a basilisk, and he went back to the manor immediately." After calming down, Draco didn't think his father didn't want to care about this matter or He left for some other reason, and his education in the Malfoy family convinced him that his father could not have made such a faux pas, even though he might be dealing with a Muggleborn.He thought that his father must have gone back to the manor to find a way to find medicinal materials or some magic spell.

Sure enough, Snape felt a little relieved when he heard his words, but he was still frowning.All that could be found were potions that were only slightly better than ordinary potions, and even the strongest antidote was useless against the basilisk's poison.He didn't have time to find out why they encountered such a legendary and dangerous creature as the basilisk, so he could only try his best to delay until Lucius found a way.

Or they could go to the old bee, whose phoenix's tears should have saved Fivenret's life.

Just as he was thinking this way, the fireplace rang loudly, Lucius' clothes were a little messy, and his hair was not as neat as before.He tidied up without any scruples at all, took out the magic wand in the snake-headed wand and chanted some spells, a beam of white light shot at Feveret on the sofa, wrapped him up, and then slowly disappeared.Then he took out a bottle of colorless liquid from his bosom, pulled out the cork, and personally wiped the hideous wound on Feiwenruite's body.

Draco didn't care about his doubts about his father's attitude, and hurriedly helped.When he saw those horrific wounds, his heart was throbbing. He felt a bit sore in his nose, as if something was about to flow out of his eyes.But in the end nothing.After applying the medicine, Feverret's brows widened a little, which made him feel relieved, but the feeling that something was about to leave still didn't disappear, but maybe the speed slowed down.

"Severus," Lucius looked up at his old friend, "I want to see Dumbledore."