The little life of a platinum darling

When Feiwenruite finally set foot on platform [-] and three-quarters again and saw the fiery red old-fashioned steam train known as express, he was only moved and touched in his heart.

How long has no one tormented him so much during the holidays... Since he can complete the task by himself, his family education has officially ended.But this summer vacation, he found his original "happy life" again.

Aren't the family rules shrunk so we can't take them out?We have a ready-made grandpa who will recite it to you completely, and explain it to you one by one, and check and monitor your memory level at any time every day until you know it by heart.Forget it, his memory has always been very good, although there are always thousands of these family rules, and he has to remember the origin and allusions of some rules, but it is not difficult to memorize them.

The hard part is genealogy.The Malfoy family can be traced back as early as 2000 years ago, starting with the first generation's name and deeds, which have been memorized from generation to generation.A Malfoy on the left and a Malfoy on the right can stun you!Every name must be remembered, and the deeds represented by each name must not be confused.But God knows, the British often like to name their children after their elders. Although there are not many such cases in the Malfoy family, it is not uncommon. Who can tell him Darienburn Malfoy and Darienburn Malfoy What did they do respectively?

Not only family rules and genealogy, but also etiquette is indispensable.Although he thought his etiquette was fairly standard, it was obviously not in the eyes of the senior Malfoy.

"Fiverett Malfoy! See for yourself what position you are in! Sure enough, those dirty Muggles will teach my little grandson badly! Is this how you hold the knife and fork?" Abraxas is training his grandson on table manners, "You should move the hand holding the fork down another 2mm!"

"Oh, Fivenret, walk with your head up a little bit! Like this," he said, showing his grandson, "That's it, just be more natural. Do it again!"

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After a summer vacation, he didn't even have time to look for Harry, and Harry didn't come to his house to look for him.The Daily Prophet doesn't feature anything about Harry Potter, the savior.This is of course, even if something happened to Harry, as long as it is not a last resort, the Ministry of Magic will suppress it.

As soon as he got on the train, he had already changed into his school gown. He found a box at the back of the train. This place was always the quietest and undisturbed. It was just suitable for him to read a book.

He sat in Malfoy's special box last school year, but without Draco's invitation he wasn't sure if he would find a vacant seat where he could put himself down.After all, the main personnel of the box are Draco and Pansy Brace, and most likely there will be Crabbe and Goyle.As long as the two of them are there, I don't have to think about the comfortable upholstered seat.

But he saw Draco who was looking for him before the train departed: "I said Fevinret, I didn't know you would be interested in sitting in such a remote place, if I knew, I would never leave the ordinary box I've been the first to find it here. I thought you were going to Malfoy's private box, which has your own place."

There was a little bit of dissatisfaction in Draco's words that he hoped to be discovered. Normally, Feverret would be able to detect it immediately and make a reasonable response.It's a pity that the little friend of Feiwenruite who was ruined for a summer vacation saw Draco's first reaction, which was to read him from beginning to end, and then came to the conclusion: Draco really deserves to be trained since childhood Growing up, every posture, every movement, every pronunciation, and the curvature of the smirk on the corner of the mouth all interpret what is called a standard...and it is very natural and unaffected, obviously it has been integrated into the flesh and blood.

It wasn't until Draco couldn't bear his Hongguoguo gaze that he asked aloud that Feiwenruite came back to his senses, apologized with a smile, and happily went to the comfortable noble box.

Originally, he remembered that this year Harry should have met this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the werewolf Mr. Remus Lupine, for the first time in the last compartment.But thanks to Fivenret and Voldemort who changed the plot, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has not changed, and Harry has not appeared here.

Thinking of the dementors that he would meet during the trip, Feverret would never let himself stay in such a remote box alone.While he is curious about this particular creature, he has no penchant for visiting dangerous species when he cannot protect himself.In comparison, the noble box is obviously safer... right?

In the box, there is no body like Crabbe and Gore Hill, only the little girl Pansy and the handsome guy Blaise are fighting for a piece of blueberry cake on the table with the most elegant movements.When they saw them coming in, the two of them immediately stopped their movements, and reservedly enjoyed the dessert in front of them, as calm as if what had happened before was just a hallucination of Feiwenruite.

"There's not only one piece of cake on the table, what are you grabbing?" Draco asked amusedly.

"But there's only one piece of blueberry cake! Draco, you know that Aunt Narcissa's blueberry cake is the most delicious, and I'm the only lady in this box! Shouldn't you give it to me?"

"Oh, Draco, you can't be so ruthless!" Just as Draco was about to agree, Blaise's voice sounded from the other side, "Last year's has already been given to Pansy, with the same reason. It doesn't matter what happens this year." It should be mine."

Draco looked at them, shrugged helplessly and signaled to Pansy that there was nothing he could do, and then Shi Shiran asked Feverret to sit on the other side, pretending to be a show.

Feverret sat down and watched Blaise and Pansy glaring at each other, feeling amused, when suddenly there was a piece of delicately made and tempting little cake covered with blueberry jam in front of him.Before he could react, Blaise had already noticed it first: "Ah, Draco, you actually hid a piece to please the beauties!"

Draco looked over provocatively: "Why, do you have an opinion?"

"No, you can do whatever you want..." Blaise froze all of a sudden, and shouted out as soon as he turned his eyes back to the original place: "Ah! Pansy, you are cheating!"

"This is called soldiers never tire of cheating!"

"For me?" Fiveret looked at Draco.

Draco nodded and smiled at him: "This is my mother's favorite work, I think you will like it."

"Then I'd rather be obedient than respectful." Feveret took the cake and took a bite.The sweet and sour taste instantly filled his entire mouth. The jam is different from fresh fruit, and it also has a strong taste. It is even completely different from the jams that can be bought in stores. I don’t know if it is an illusion. He felt as if he had eaten a warm feeling.

"How is it? Aunt Narcissa's craftsmanship is really good, right?" Seeing him take a bite, Panxi immediately turned her head and asked, with an expression as if Narcissa was her mother.

Feverret nodded in Draco's ostentatious eyes, then watched Pansy and Blaise fight for the only piece of the table even more ferociously and unabashedly after his words.

"By the way, Feverret," Draco seemed to think of something suddenly, "my father told me that since Sirius Black, the prisoner of Azkaban, escaped from prison, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, decided to let the dementor The monster is stationed in Hogwarts, and we may meet in a while. So we must be careful this year, and don’t leave the range castle after the sky is dark. Especially in the Forbidden Forest.”

Seeing his serious expression, Feveret nodded. He really didn't have to go to the Forbidden Forest this school year.Maybe it's not too much to go there to gather some medicinal materials during the day.

"Give me a break." Draco whispered after getting his answer, and then leaned on his shoulder like last school year.Feverret didn't move and let him lean on.The summer training was really hard for him.

Over there, Blaise and Pansy also lowered their voices automatically and consciously, and the slowly warming sunlight made Feverret unconsciously drowsy.