The little life of a platinum darling

Draco had always wondered how his father behaved the day Feverritt was injured.If father and Feveret really had nothing to do with each other as they had shown before, father would definitely not be so anxious about a person who has nothing to do with each other.

He asked the godfather who was present at the time about this matter, but the answer he got was that he still didn't know that much.This reminded him of the joking thought he had when he first met Fiverett: This boy is not the illegitimate son of his father outside, right?

But soon he overturned this argument again.Leaving aside the love between father and mother, even if father really had a mistress outside, he would never leave an illegitimate child.This is related to Malfoy's inheritance. Even his grandfather, who was so romantic and full of peach blossoms, never had such a thing.Not to mention that Malfoy would not let his family's blood flow outside, and even take someone else's surname.

He immediately suppressed such thoughts.It must be because the godfather didn't tell him because he is still too weak now. Maybe Feverant really has something important to do, so if he becomes stronger, they will definitely tell him.Complaining and guessing blindly are useless, he still has time to improve himself and make himself stronger.

He watched Feiwenruite, who had basically recovered now, put on his school uniform and gown, and beckoned him back to the dormitory, and then he put down his thoughts and followed.

As soon as he got back to the dormitory, Feverret took a good shower, and he was already feeling extremely uncomfortable after lying in the medical wing for so long.When he came out of the bathroom, Draco's Blaise had already left the dormitory for class.He just left the medical wing today, so he can rest for a day, but tomorrow he has to report to the classroom.

He threw himself into the bed, and was not surprised to see the black ring placed on the head of the bed and the translucent figure sitting on the side.

"Perhaps we can start working on the diary and diadem?" Feverret asked him.

Voldemort said that there was no problem at all, any time was fine.

Fei Wenrui nodded: "Then, after the end of the semester. The exam will start soon. After the holiday, you can start directly at home." Without waiting for Voldemort's answer, he buried himself in the quilt.At that time, he really thought that he was going to die. When he just woke up, he almost thought that he had time-traveled again. He didn't feel relieved until he heard Draco's voice.

I don't know if my father knew about it.Presumably the godfather should have told him, so he must be very worried.Feverret felt a little guilty, but thought that Draco was not injured and felt good.

"Voldemort... what happened to that basilisk? Is it still in that secret room now?" He raised his head and asked the people around him.

Voldemort shook his head: "Cesa doesn't seem to want to tell me. Afterwards, when I go to the Chamber of Secrets, it has been sleeping and there is no way to wake him up."

"Then I can only hope that nothing will happen in the future. This semester is really troublesome." Feverret turned over and prepared to find a good place to sleep.

The final exam of the second grade was canceled as expected.Dumbledore announced the news at breakfast the next day, much to the cheers of most of the critters.But Hermione was very upset, because she worked so hard for this exam.After waking up from petrification, she threw herself into the pile of books wholeheartedly, because she missed some lessons after petrification, and she even spent sleepless nights making up lessons for herself in the dormitory.Now there is no need for the final exam, which made her hard work these days in vain.

Feiwenruite patted her on the shoulder to comfort her: "Study is not only for the exam, besides, there is no exam this year, isn't there an exam for the third grade?"

"By the way, Feverret," Hermione reluctantly nodded, and took out the form in the textbook, "What do you plan to choose as an elective course for the third grade?"

Feveret glanced at the above courses: "Ancient Runes and Arithmetic Divination, these two courses sound more advanced. Maybe they are more interesting."

Hermione frowned distressedly: "I feel like these courses are very useful, and I don't want to give up any of them..."

"But the hours of some courses overlap, don't they?" Feverret reminded her.

"But they didn't stipulate the upper limit of course selection, I think the school has a way." Hermione pointed to the words "Each student chooses at least two courses" on the form and said.

"Perhaps," Feverret thought of the situation in the novel, so he didn't say anything.That time-turner is still really useful.Thinking of this, he wanted to choose all.However, he dismissed this idea, he knew the truth that he couldn't chew more than he could chew.But if Hermione likes to learn more, he doesn't want to stop him: "But I advise you not to choose Divination. It's not that I'm speaking ill of a professor behind his back, but that there have been few students who claim to be in that class. What did I learn in school. Prof Trelawney used to predict that a student would die at the beginning of each school year, but nothing happened until they graduated. Her favorite homework is that students predict their own death, the more dead they die The higher the score is, the higher the score will be. Divination is actually inherited by blood, and few people can learn advanced divination. If you only want to learn some simple divination methods, I recommend you It is more valuable to buy some related books from Xiang Lihen Bookstore for self-study.”

Hermione pondered for a while after hearing his words: "I think I should consult the seniors. Then, Feverret, I'll go back first."

"Okay." Feverret waved goodbye to him, turned around and met Harry who was walking over.

"Fiverett!" Harry trotted a few steps towards him, "Are you in good health?" After getting his affirmative answer, he said, "I... um... I can do it this summer vacation too." Visiting your house?" He felt that he would never forget the time at Feverett's house, which was the happiest time he had lived besides Hogwarts.Without Dudley's unreasonable troubles, without Aunt Petunia's screaming and Uncle Vernon's scolding, he spent the whole summer vacation leisurely and comfortably.But he wasn't sure if the same could be done for this year's summer vacation.

"You are welcome to be a guest anytime!" Feiwenruite readily agreed.

The last day of this semester was spent busy, and the diligent Ah Er hurriedly helped him pack his luggage.By the way, get rid of some outdated or out-of-fit clothes, and put the rest in the suitcase.

Draco and Blaise handed over the clean-up to the house-elves, and the two sat around doing nothing.After thinking for a while, Feveret joined them and sat beside Draco.

Who knew that just as he sat down, Draco stood up immediately: "Well... I'm going to the bathroom..."

Feveret stared blankly at Draco's back, not knowing what to say: "I... did I do something?"

Blaise smirked at him: "No, it's just that some people are shy."