The little life of a platinum darling

"Congratulations to the charming Lord Gilderoy Lockhart for breaking the Hogwarts tradition of changing Defense Against the Dark Arts professors every year. According to the Lord Baron, he will continue to teach at Hogwarts for the next term. It is truly Good news for the little wizards! Your Excellency the Baron said that he would teach all his skills to the little wizards, which made many parents very excited. And many little wizards also expressed that they would seize the opportunity to learn more skills to protect themselves .”—Daily Prophet.

The story was completely forgotten by reports the next day—"Sirius Black has escaped!"

The report introduced the deeds of Sirius in detail: he was the lackey of the Dark Lord, an evil and powerful dark wizard, and after the disappearance of the Dark Lord, he killed thirteen hemp on a street with only one spell. Melon, and a wizard trying to capture him!When the poor wizard died, the biggest morsel one could find was just a finger!Sirius Black stayed in Azkaban for 12 years, and escaped from prison not long ago!People suspect that he has gone mad, all wizards must be vigilant!Blake may hurt someone at any time!

On the Quibbler: Someone once heard him in prison - yes, some time before he escaped - keep repeating: He's at Hogwarts!We have reason to suspect that he wants to avenge his old master!His target is probably our savior Harry Potter!

For a while, everyone in the wizarding world was in danger, and even Diagon Alley, which was always crowded with people, seemed a little depressed.People are more inclined to mail order items with owls.

And these news had no effect on Feverret, who had just helped Comrade Voldemort fuse two difficult soul films.He is lying faceless on the soft, pure white wool carpet in the room now, and he doesn't plan to get up in the near future.Comrade Voldemort's soul sitting not far away looked more obvious, no longer a vague image.

"Master, breakfast is ready. May I ask you to start eating now?" A servant's voice sounded outside the door, and Feiwenruite realized that the sky was gradually getting brighter, and the night passed quietly.

"Get ready, I'll be going down in a while." Feverret responded.Before I knew it, half of the summer vacation was over, and Harry's birthday was coming soon.Maybe he should think about what gifts should be given?Perhaps a collar?Well, remembering that his godfather seems to be able to turn into a dog, that should just apply.But it seems to be a little early, he probably doesn't know that he has a godfather.

"Then, Great Dark Lord," Feverret thought while turning his head to face Voldemort: "Have you changed your ambition from ruling the wizarding world to living in my house? Think you should have your own next plan?"

"No, of course not." Voldemort admitted without hesitation: "I still have to fuse all the soul pieces first, don't I? How can I have time to plan other things?"

Feiwenruite took the change of clothes and planned to go to the bathroom to clean himself first: "But don't you think it's a waste of time for you to do nothing like you are doing now?"

Voldemort shook his head and pointed out his mistake: "You know I didn't do nothing. In fact, some of the Muggle books in this house of your adoptive parents are really interesting, aren't they? For example, about the mysteries of the universe or rockets Satellites and stuff. They interest me."

"When did you find the library!" Feverret was a little surprised, he had never seen Voldemort leave.

"During your daily meditation time," Voldemort pointed to the place where the sun shines through the window, "you will meditate every day from 5:8 to [-]:[-] in the morning, sometimes it will be extended, and you will have lunch at noon And I usually take an hour-long nap afterwards, don’t I?”

"Voldemort! Didn't anyone tell you that it's impolite to walk around in someone's house and flip through things without the owner's permission?"

"But you also told me that I can do whatever I want, right? And the eternal black magic scholar told me that he is very interested in those things." Voldemort was not annoyed by his words, but explained with a good temper Fan.

Feverret curled his lips, and decided to ignore it. Anyway, there are no secrets in this room that are not afraid of being discovered: "I think Harry will come to my house soon, and you should not be as hysterical as last time, and even Want to run to him to duel or just smother him with a blanket?"

Fivenret sat on a Chinese-style chair with solid wood carvings and moiré patterns beside the dining table, holding a copy of The Times in his hand, flipping through a few pages before putting it down.

"Huh?" As soon as he stretched his hand forward, he saw a large picture - Sirius Black, this man is a murderer, he escaped from prison recently, all the people need to be vigilant!The prisoner has a gun on his body and may hurt someone at any time.If anyone finds a criminal, please report the situation to the local police station immediately!

Feverret put down the newspaper and looked at Voldemort who was sitting idly and staring at the TV: "Well, Sirius escaped from prison... The Daily Prophet said he was your right-hand man, is it true?"

Muggles without magical powers couldn't see ghosts, so Voldemort didn't feel the slightest discomfort sitting in a crowded restaurant.

The corner of Voldemort's mouth curved into a sneer: "Why do I have a capable man from Gryffindor who I don't even know?"

"Okay," Feverret shrugged, "I think we're about to get ready. I'm going to go shopping in the street today, maybe I can add some clothes for myself."

"Then why not go to Diagon Alley?" Voldemort still hated Muggle places.

"The wizarding world is indeed more convenient, and you can also use owl mail order directly, but there are obviously more choices for clothes in the Muggle world. There are only two clothing stores in the entire Diagon Alley, but they can't satisfy my taste. You can wear some fashionable clothes at Hogwarts, can't you? You can't deny that some Muggles have a very good eye, and they are not inferior to the Malfoys."

But before his shopping plan was put into action, an eagle with golden feathers flew in from the window, circled the restaurant, and stopped on the dining table under the surprised eyes of the servants. He straightened his chest high and raised one paw.It was holding a parchment letter in its paws, and the edges of the envelope were embroidered with gold thread.

Fevereit was almost sure of where it came from the first time he saw the letter.He took the letter from Talon and opened the envelope.There was a scent of incense on the letter paper, it was faint and not obvious, and the texture was very soft and smooth, obviously it was expensive letter paper.

Dear Fivenret:

It's a great honor to correspond with you during the summer vacation. Although you may be in the Muggle world now, I believe that Richard will find your location and deliver the letter to you safely.

Maybe you think that life is boring and unchanging because there is not so much homework during summer vacation.If so, I think the recent banquet held by the Malfoy family may be able to enrich your life. The date is scheduled for July 28, seven days later. It is just a routine social evening. I think my dear Fivenret will not refuse me sincerely invite.

Yours sincerely: Draco Malfoy

Enclosed with this letter is a one-off door key outside Malfoy Manor and an invitation card, and I will make a special trip to meet you at that time.And again.