The little life of a platinum darling

On the morning of September [-]st, it was still the day when the little wizards left their homes with their parents' care and went to school to prepare for the start of school.This year, it is obvious that many people look worried and in a hurry.

On the Hogwarts Express, Feverret sat alone in Malfoy's special compartment.There was a pot of steaming black tea on the table in front of him, and he held a book with a thick brown cover in his hand, but he didn't turn the pages for a long time.

Draco went to the prefect's compartment when the train just started, and after a few prefects had a meeting, they still needed to patrol around in the express train to perform the prefect's duties.

He and Draco had always been very concerned about the boy he saw at Mrs. Malkin's robe shop in Diagon Alley that day, but the attack that happened afterwards interrupted the conversation between the few people, and when they were sure that there was no more The boy was in danger, but the young man had already left without making a sound.

The man named Godric Gryffindor obviously didn't show even one side in the author's original novel, and even the author of the novel never described the character of one of the Big Four in any single sentence. Descendants of the Ryffindor family.At this moment, a descendant of Gryffindor suddenly appeared, and he claimed to have transferred from Germany. Is there any inside story?

Feveret took a deep breath, relaxed his body and let himself lean on the back of the chair behind him.

That day in Diagon Alley, Voldemort's soul movie from the outside world actually appeared in front of a whole street of people in such an open manner, with a gloomy face obviously in a bad mood.When the few people in the room saw him through the gap in the window, they almost thought that everyone in Diagon Alley was doomed today.

Who knew that Voldemort, the soul piece, just glanced around with his eyes looking dangerous, and then walked down gracefully at the same distance.Did he wave his wand along the way to restore many items and buildings that had been destroyed by the magic of the Death Eaters before, and then stopped at Bellatrix Lestland who shouted excitedly when he saw him just now In front of Qi, the corners of his lips curled up: "My dear little Bella, I think there is a big difference between the orders I gave at the meeting and your understanding and execution methods. I remember that I did not say that you are not allowed to Gracefully disrupting the routine summer shopping of so many young wizards still at Hogwarts."

The Voldemort who appeared in front of the public didn't have an ugly snake-like face like Feveret had imagined, nor did he have black and blue skin like in the movie, and his whole body seemed to be mutated.He put on his infinitely attractive and handsome face that belonged to him, but everyone who saw it would have to praise him, he raised his red lips, and smiled so much that people would be stunned if he was not ready for a while.

"However, Bella." He turned. "For the sake of your obvious loyalty to me, I will not kill you for this. My dear Bella, you know that I always treat you Very tolerant. So, don’t let me down again.” He nodded to the innocent pedestrians on the side of the road who had already been frightened to the point of ugliness, and then walked towards Diagon Alley at the same distance as if he was patrolling his territory. In the depths, the path leading to Knockturn Alley was gone.

"Yes, master..." Bella knelt on the ground trembling, and stood up tremblingly after a while, "What are you still doing there!" She yelled at the Death Eaters beside her, "Hurry up! Looking for what the master wants? If something goes wrong, none of you will get away with it!"

"That man is the Dark Lord?" Blaise patted his chest lightly with a frightened look on his face, "I always thought that the mysterious man of the Dark Lord that everyone said would look terrifying and mighty, who? I know it looks like this..."

Feverret glanced at him: "No one stipulates that the Dark Lord must be tall and burly, right? Do you think he is a gladiator?"

"Gladiators don't make noble gentlemen so troubled. Recently, my mother and that 'new father' can be worried about the return of the Dark Lord. There is no end of the day." Blaise shrugged and let himself return to normal. expression.

"My father and the others seem to be a little uncertain." After discovering that Blaise had quietly cast a silencing spell around him, Pansy then complained: "Now I'm trembling every day at home, and I'm being overwhelmed by those nervous If the parents catch something wrong, I can almost say it's over..."

"It's not appropriate to talk about it outside." Draco interrupted them alertly.

Feverret withdrew the silencing spell cast by Blaise, and walked towards the center of the shop: "It's better to finish shopping and go back quickly. I'll see you at Hogwarts Express if you have anything to do."

"Hey, where was that Gryffindor just now?" Draco suddenly looked at the position behind the original group of people, and the boy who was supposed to be standing there had left at some point.He had to pay attention to this young man surnamed Gryffindor, who suddenly appeared at such a time, wondering if there was some conspiracy.

Feiwenruite put down the black tea in his hand and changed his posture.The sound of knocking on the door of the train compartment interrupted his recollection.

He signaled to the people outside to open the door and come in. The door was pushed aside, and Blaise's handsome, dark-skinned face protruded from the outside: "Hey, Feverret. Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Why not, please come in." Feiwenruite pointed to the empty seat opposite: "Isn't your exclusive seat empty?"

Blaise walked in with the suitcase, turned around and closed the door, sat on the chair opposite, and then sat in a daze for a long time, not knowing what to think.

After a big jolt in the train, Blaise sat up straight as if suddenly awakened, and then took out the wand he was carrying with him.

With a wave of his wand, he first locked the door tightly, and then cast several silencing spells around the compartment.

"What?" Fevinret asked him, frowning.If it weren't for knowing Blaise could be trusted, he would almost think he was trying to play against him now.

"Fiverett," Blaise put down his wand, "I think Draco and the others have to inspect the carriages, and they may not be able to come back in a while. So I can only ask you," he paused, and took a breath "You Malfoy family, this time the Dark Lord returns to the wizarding world, do you still choose to follow the Dark Lord?"

"What do you mean?" Feverett closed the book he was reading and put it back in the suitcase.

Blaise licked his lips, a little nervous: "It's literally. Don't be afraid, you know, now Pansy and I, our family don't know how to choose."

"Then which side do you prefer?" Feverret asked him, but he already had a conclusion in his mind.It's impossible to be biased towards the unfavorable.

"Of course it's the Dark Lord's side," Blaise replied without hesitation, "but the Dark Lord's side is also the most dangerous right now. Let's not talk about those of us who still have a good time after the Dark Lord disappears. For different reasons, the family who has put aside their relationship with the Death Eaters will not be killed by him to vent their anger after being summoned by him. Just talk about the form that has been shown now. You see, no matter what, the light But public opinion is obviously very unfavorable to the Dark Lord. Whether it is the wizarding world or the Muggle world, there may be terrorist attacks at any time. Now all the Death Eaters who show up are all crazy criminals who escaped from Azkaban. The Dark Lord has lost all hearts."

"But even if you go to Dumbledore, you won't get any real benefits." Feverret pointed out, "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not our world."

Blaise nodded: "That's right, so this has always made it difficult for our family. In this situation, should we bet or not."

"Since you have told me so, then I have nothing to hide from you," Feverret shrugged, "I can only say that the Malfoy family decided to support the Dark Lord, chose to stand behind the Dark Lord, and We have every confidence that this choice can bring us great benefit and honor."

Blaise stared at him tightly: "How to say."

Feiwenruite shook his head: "You will know one day, but that's not now. After all, there are some things that even I can't say casually."

"What if," Blaise asked tentatively, "we made the same choice as your family?"

"Then I suggest that you stand still and do nothing. Even, even if the Dark Lord summoned your mother or father at some point..."

"My mom wasn't a Death Eater, but this dad is," Blaise interjected.

"Well, even if the Dark Lord summons your current father, never answer his call."

"But the Dark Lord will be very angry if he doesn't answer the summons?"

Nodding in agreement with his words: "That's right, but as long as the Dark Lord doesn't come directly to your house to kill your father, then doing so can be regarded as a huge benefit to your family. You only need to guarantee your own life during this period of time." Safety."

"But," Blaise pondered for a while, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, "making such a choice is not what Malfoy always does."

Feiwenruite raised his eyebrows: "Of course Malfoy won't put all his eggs in one basket. No matter what kind of thing or how great the benefits are, it's not worth betting on our family's glory above all else. .”

"Dong dong", the door of the compartment was knocked regularly, Feverett and Blaise looked at each other, and waved away the spells around them.

Draco's voice from outside the door relieved them of their worries: "Remove the locking spell, it's me and Pansy."