The little life of a platinum darling

An owl flies from Hogwarts to Malfoy Manor at mid-month.Lucius took off the envelope from the owl's claw, glanced at it briefly, and walked to the fireplace in the study: "Hogwarts cellar office!"

Due to the existence of magic, even in the underground Slytherin bedroom, you can see the sky and sunlight outside.

Feverret was awakened by the servant puppet he had just made.Its vocal system is not yet perfect, and it can only speak a few simple words in a dull tone.

"Master! Master! Wake up!" The little puppet, no more than one foot tall, stood beside his head, shaking his head with one hand.

"Huh? Xiaoyi, is it morning?" Xiaoyi is the puppet's name.Except for particularly powerful or meaningful golems, Feverret prefers to refer to them by numbers.

Feveret got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, and decided to find time to learn the magic spell of displaying time.Glancing at the big clock on the wall: 5:20.So I got back into the soft bed again: "It's still early... sleep a little longer..."

"No, no, no! Master will practice in the morning!" Xiaoyi began to pull Fivenret's hair.

"Retire today! Yesterday I was busy until midnight for you! Anyway, I am not the son of the devil now, so I don't need to work so hard!" Regardless of whether Xiao Yi's simple thinking system could understand his words, he was confused muttered.

"No, no, no! The master said that Xiaoyi must wake up the master!" Xiaoyi came over with a "thud, thud, thump," and put his brown-red face with extremely finely carved features on Feiwenruite's face.

Feiwenruite turned over: "Then you go and check the time, and wake me up in an hour."

When Draco and Blaise woke up at six o'clock as usual, they saw a small puppet doll sitting on a chair, staring at the wall clock on the wall.

"Is this Jason's?" Blaise reached out to touch, "He likes this kind of thing?"

"Stop!" Just before Blaise's hand touched Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi jumped up as if frightened: "Don't you think it's impolite to touch a gentleman's body casually!"

"Huh?" The two little nobles looked at each other: "Magic item?"

"My name is Xiaoyi, I am the master's servant puppet, you can call me Mrone!"

The two little nobles thought it was funny, and wondered that they hadn't seen the puppet yesterday.And Feverret Jason obviously grew up in the Muggle world, so how could he have magical items?

When Feverret was woken up by the hardworking Xiaoyi, Blaise was straightening out the creases in his clothes in front of the mirror, and Draco was in the bathroom trying to get his hair sprayed.

"Good morning." Feverret greeted Blaise, and then took out a white shirt with simple style and elegant texture and a pair of black corset trousers from the closet.Although the shirt is simple, it is not too simple, giving people a sense of elegance and comfort.The trousers don't look special, but they are actually made of expensive magicweave cloth... After all, the Malfoy family's money is not just for show. If nothing else, it is not a problem to use the best for your children in life. .

"Good morning." Draco came out of the bathroom slowly. He had already changed his clothes and put his robes on the chair, probably when he was going to go out.He was wearing a white silk shirt, which was very simple, but still showed his high taste in details.A pair of black trousers can't tell what kind of material it is, but it is undoubtedly expensive.She wore a pair of fluffy dark green slippers... Although it was summer, the temperature in the cellar was not high.

After changing his clothes, Feveret came out of the bathroom under Blaise's admiring gaze.He tied his long hair with a silver headband.At first glance, he and Draco were almost the same person.Ignoring the difference in hair color and eye color, they all chose white clothes and black pants today, which has a special feeling.

"You have good taste in clothing, Jason." Blaise finally adjusted his clothes, and put on a school uniform robe embroidered with countless black patterns.

"Thank you." Feiwenruite nodded to him, and put on a black jade necklace with a long carved dragon on it.This does not appear feminine, but adds a charm to itself.

"Not bad." Draco also commented pertinently, put on the robe on the chair, went to the door and took out a pair of leather shoes from the shoe cabinet: "Brace, we're leaving."

"Okay." Blaise picked up the two textbooks from the desk, and handed one of them to Draco. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Xiao Yi, who was making the bed "squeaky" and walked out. .

"Boys with no loyalty..." After the door closed, Feveret pouted secretly: "I have forgotten the way to the hall!"

He tidied up his appearance, told Xiaoyi to wait in the bedroom, and then took out a pair of light brown long leather boots from the shoe cabinet.

Ignoring the black school uniform robes that were not outstanding except for the good materials, Faveret walked out of the Slytherin common room like a noble son of an ancient noble family.

I saw him flicking his wand and muttering: "Point Me (show me the way)" A beam of red light pointed forward.

So Feveret managed to reach the hall by seven o'clock in the morning.

At the entrance of the hall, he met Harry and Neville who were pulled by Hermione.

"Fiverett, how was your night last night?" Hermione greeted him with a smile.

Upon hearing the name of Fivenret, Harry, who had been dazed, suddenly woke up: "Feiwen, are you okay! Yesterday Ron Weasley from our college said that there are many dark wizards in Slytherin, And very unfriendly to little wizards from the Muggle world like us!"

Feveret spread his hands gracefully: "Don't worry, Harry. Do you think I seem to be in trouble? After all, I am also a Slytherin, so you are not afraid that I will become a dark wizard?"

"Feiwen is so kind, he definitely won't!" Harry smiled brightly, with a gleam of trust in his eyes.

"Slytherin suits me very well," Feverret smiled gracefully. "The Sorting Hat was right to put me there." Paused: "I think we should go in, otherwise we won't be able to make breakfast in time."

"See you at noon, then." Hermione walked in first. She had two consecutive Charms lessons this morning, with Hufflepuff.

The schedules of all colleges are posted on the bulletin board next to the hall for everyone to see.

"Then let's see you in class." Feverret waved his hand and walked towards the long Slytherin table.

"You shouldn't associate with those stupid Gryffindors, and that mudblood Ravenclaw." As soon as he sat down, a boy next to him frowned and whispered warning to him.

Feveret smiled at him, completely ignoring the words.

The boy was the heir of a declining noble family, which was not mentioned in the original book, and Feiwenruite's impression of him was just sitting in the same room.

The first session is the Transfiguration class between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

The Slytherins followed the head of the first years, Draco Malfoy, and soon found the Transfiguration classroom.And Harry and Neville sat in the classroom early and were not late.

Prof McGonagall performed a performance of turning the podium into a pig and back again, and then announced that the content of today's class was to turn the matches on the table into needles.

Feverret was in no hurry to practice.He studied the content of the first grade by himself for a month, and basically learned everything he could learn.

Faverete saw sharply that Draco not far away had turned the match stick in front of him into a silver needle with some intricate patterns engraved on it. He guessed it was the thorns crest of the Malfoy family.And changed back with the fastest speed.Except for Feverret, who had been paying attention to the other side, only Blaise, who was by his side, found out.However, Blaise did not show the slightest surprise, obviously he was used to it for a long time.Then Draco started waving his wand over and over again, chanting spells that would always go wrong.

Harry and Neville kept waving their wands and chanting spells aloud.But the matchstick in front of him didn't change.

He lit the matchstick with his wand, and said the spell in a moderate voice, adding a few small syllables that would not be heard between the spells.As Prof McGonagall turned around to guide Harry and Neville's group, he quickly turned matches into needles and back again.And I regret that I can't make such a delicate pattern on such a small needle like Draco.

As a result, Gryffindors and Slytherins "no one" could turn a matchstick into a needle until the end of get out of class.