The little life of a platinum darling

The Slytherin lounge gave people a heavy and gorgeous feeling. The dark green carpet under their feet was soft and comfortable, and they would feel sunken when they stepped on it.Five wooden leather-covered sofas are placed in the middle, surrounded by a long dark table.There are many patterns carved on the walls, decorated with ancient murals that are already somewhat blurred.A large chandelier hung from the central ceiling, and countless candles were burning, illuminating the entire hall.

All the students lined up in the lounge, and not long after, the black Prof Snape strode in with his robes billowing.

His gaze swept across all the students in the lounge, and only stayed on Draco and Feverett for a second.

"As the head of Slytherin, I have to say that it is very wise for you to choose, or be chosen to join Slytherin, the most outstanding house in Hogwarts."

His voice seemed to come from a cello, low and sexy.Like a whisper, but it can be understood by everyone.

"Slytherin House has been the noblest and most orthodox house since the time of Salazar Slytherin. You will find that there are far more...advantages here than other houses. However, I hope you will not mistakenly think that Leitlin College is popular, and I believe you will experience this for yourself soon.” He paused, and nodded with satisfaction when he found that everyone was looking at him: “Remember! I don’t have the energy to manage There are some small conflicts between you, but Slytherins take care of themselves! Regarding this, I think the senior students should not just forget it. And..." His eyes became more condensed: "I don't like A needless waste of energy. You have to understand that there is no irreversible magic or acts of bodily harm that can cause serious injury, no black tricks that will attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic, and no one gets stolen. Do not leave stupid tails at any time, You are Slytherin!"

"Finally," he concluded, "my office is deep in the cellar, and its doors are always open for you when you have some not insignificant annoyance. But if anyone gives me To cause unnecessary trouble, I don't think he would want to know the consequences."

After finishing speaking, he turned around abruptly: "Mr. Jason, I believe you should have time to come to my office now." He left with his billowing robe as he had come.

And Feiwenruite also nodded towards the prefect, and chased him out.

Prof Snape's office was neatly furnished.There is a desk on the left side of the room, and a leather chair next to it. There are several stacks of parchment on the desk, which seems to be the homework of the students.Against the wall is a ceiling-high bookcase filled with thick books.There are several glass cabinets on the right side of the room, and some bottles and jars are neatly placed layer by layer, filled with colorful liquids.Inside there were two black doors, which Feverett guessed led to bedrooms and potions rooms or something.

"Sit." Snape turned a candlestick into a chair, then sat on the leather chair behind the desk, and started grading homework on his own.

Faverete sat down as promised, and looked at Snape.

After a long while, Snape said, "I believe that the years you lived in the Muggle world did not hinder your performance as a Slytherin. Regarding some small rules of Slytherin, I think your father has more or less At least I let you know a little bit, and you should know it in your heart." He took out a small box from the desk and handed it to Feiwenruite, "You can go back."

Feiwenruite took the box, stood up and bowed, and left the cellar office: "Thank you, professor." Really, if he was afraid that he would be bullied by others during the chief challenge, just say so, but he just took him away. Come and sit here.With such an awkward personality, no wonder it is misunderstood.

The things in the box were brought to him by Feveret Tolusius, and they were tools and materials for making small puppets.For example, the long-range vision puppet eyes that are indispensable for control technicians; the carrying puppet with a single function but strong bearing capacity; the small and simple servant puppet with little ability, etc.

Feverret threw the shrinking box into his pocket and entered the Slytherin lounge.In the break room, there is a challenge for the seventh grade chief.Feverret walked around the arena and entered the dormitory area to find his own room.

Slytherin's dormitory is for three people, assigned by the school.Of course, there are too many disputes among nobles, and students from two opposing families will not be assigned to the same dormitory.

After 26 doors, he found his room.In the center of the black wooden door hung a nameplate with the names of three people engraved on it:

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabani

Favorite Jason

Feveret knocked on the door and entered the room after getting permission.Draco and Blaise had already showered and changed into their pajamas separately.Blaise was half lying on the bed, looking at a tome with a black cover.And Draco sat leisurely in the chair, brushing his hair carefully.

Due to the application of space magic, the room is not small.Against the inner wall stood three side-by-side beds, each separated by dark curtains, which were all drawn now.Blaise was half-sitting on the bed on the left, and the bedding in the middle was all painted with the Malfoy family coat of arms.The bed on the right is only covered with this simple and elegant standard bedding, and there are two black leather suitcases under the bed.

In addition to the desk next to Draco, there were three large wardrobes in the room, only the one on the right had not been opened.There is a door in the same color as the wall, and a little water stains outside the door indicate that it should be a bathroom.

"I'm Fevinret Jason, I hope we can get along well." He greeted them.

"I'm Blaise Zabini. There's our nameplate outside the door." Blaise put down the book and looked at his face with interest, "It's really similar, when Draco told me I still I thought he was exaggerating. But I was really shocked when I saw you in the hall before." There was no sense of surprise in his tone, but Fevinret did not doubt the authenticity of these words.

"I was taken aback, too." Feverret said, with no sense of being frightened in her tone, and then turned to face Draco: "Mr Malfoy, I think I have to help Harry get on the train." I apologize for being rude. He lived in the Muggle world since he was a child, so he doesn't understand many things in the wizarding world, and he doesn't have the concept of nobility. I'm sorry for his offense."

Draco, who was sitting on the side, replied with a "huh."Noncommittal.

Fevretra took a chair and sat down: "After all, Harry is the savior in the hearts of the public, and fighting against him will not benefit the development of the Malfoy family."

Draco smirked, but didn't continue the topic: "Are your parents wizards?"

Feverret was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Draco to ask this question so directly: "I don't know, I grew up in an orphanage, and the couple who adopted me not long ago were named Jason." Feverret Half-truths.

"Oh?" Draco raised his eyebrows, put down the towel in his hand, and sat on the bed gracefully: "Forget it. I think you should pack up your belongings and yourself now, and it's almost time to rest. "

So Fivenret went to the bed and checked his bedding.Very nice, soft and comfortable.The beige background color outlines simple patterns, neither exaggerated nor stingy.There is no need to change it.

He opened the closet on the far right, and the closet was divided into several spaces where items could be stored in categories.He thought about it for a while, and cast a small spell on the box, so that the clothes in the box would jump out after being sorted by themselves, and enter the closet neatly.The two little nobles next to them were not very surprised, but their eyes were a little more inquiring... In fact, they did the same thing just now.

The curtains on Draco's side bed had already been drawn when Fivenret came out of the bathroom.Blaise was still reading his tome.The candlelight outside wouldn't seep through the curtains and disturb Draco.

"Mr Zabini," Feverret sat on the bed, and carefully wiped his shoulder-length hair with almost the same movements as Draco's. Unfortunately, the bed in the middle blocked it, and Blaise couldn't see it. "May I know what you're reading?" The valance had a soundproofing charm, so there was no need to lower the volume.

"Dark Arts Theory." Blaise didn't seem to care that he was talking about dark arts.But who in Slytherin would care about the ban on the dark arts?

"Although it's just a theory without practical application, I think it's still very good. If you need it, I don't mind lending it to you after reading it."

"Thanks then." He took out his box.Going to make myself a little minion puppet this evening.He put down the curtain, sat on the bed and got busy on his own.

Now they are still in the period of testing each other, they can't be too close but also not too distant.

Blaise put down the book in his hand, looked in the direction of Feveret, frowned and thought.After a while, a smile of anticipation appeared.