[HP] Bad Impulse

Feite snorted sullenly: "Isn't this exactly what you hoped for? I'm obviously more 'normal' in your opinion, you should be happy, and I won't cause trouble for you, a prefect, at will. right."

Hearing Fate's answer, Ryan Weasley, was very surprised.

As the candidate for Gryffindor's reserve prefect, Fate Bellows, who has just entered school, is the No.1 who was warned by the former prefect to be optimistic.People in Gryffindor are quite noisy, but they can't be too noisy, right?

And just as the former prefect was worried, the Fate girl who beat her up and down was soon invited to the principal's office for tea. The old mother, Prefect Wood, who always likes to worry about everyone in Gryffindor , when listening to the conversation between Fett and Principal Dumbledore outside the principal's room, he almost cried on Ryan Weasley's shoulder.

Peeling off the candy wrapper and stuffing it into his mouth, Ryan Weasley closed his eyes in enjoyment: "As expected of Malfoy, I haven't eaten Honeyduke's top limited-edition mints for a long time, thank him for me." He is the best.

Fate looked at the space bag in surprise and flipped through the candy paper. She couldn't see that the one given by Malfoy was no different from the ordinary one: "How do you know?"

"Two points." Ryan Weasley stretched out two fingers proudly, "First, this interspatial bag is a high-end product, and you can't buy it without five hundred Galleons. Obviously, none of the three of you Affordable; second, there is Malfoy's family crest on this space bag, which should be painted with special magic, only pure blood wizards can see it, I am a pure blood anyway, and I happen to know this magic ...Fate, Malfoy really takes care of you, you really are not dating him? The family crests are all for you to carry, this is obviously a reminder to other pure-blood families."

Fate glanced at Ryan Weasley coolly: "Do you think Malfoy would be interested in me, a little girl who is less than 1.3 meters tall and not protruding before or after development, and can only see her face?"

"I remember that Malfoy should be the type who likes elegant and mature sisters, such as Narcissa from the Black family or Lena from the Parkinson family, with blond hair and blue eyes, breasts and ass, but your kind... um... ...I guess you think domestic sales will be a problem." Ryan Weasley touched his chin, "Why don't we have quite a lot of brothers in my family, if you really can't get married, you can choose me and my brother?"

"No, no, Fate has already been assigned to Senior Malfoy by default." Lily teased with a smile, "Senior Weasley will invite you early in the future, Fate, I would be very willing to be your bridesmaid when I graduate."

"Lily, I remember that besides Slytherin, people from the other three houses send you letters every day." Fate and Lily were bunk beds in a dormitory, and their desks were together.

"But, in Hogwarts, there are women who are favored by senior Malfoy. I heard that only Miss Bellows in front of me is thicker?" Lily couldn't forget that Lucius and Fett were wearing the same color clothes. appearance.

"Oh, please, Lily, you really think too much." Feite yawned and lay lazily on the table, "I'll sleep for a while, call me when I arrive."

"Don't sleep yet! Tell me how you met Senior Malfoy? How did you develop during the winter vacation." Lily emphasized the word "winter vacation" and squeezed Fett's face, "We are good sisters, Dear Fett?"

"I also really want to know. Malfoy won't get so close to you so openly for no reason. He will be lenient when he confesses and refuses to be strict. If you can honestly explain the truth, I will handle it according to the discretion of the prefect." Ryan Weasley tapped the table lightly, keeping Fate from falling asleep with his face pressed against the table.

Severus, who was reading a book on the side, finally couldn't stand it any longer. He looked at Fate's drowsy expression with sympathy, and stopped Lily and Weasley's clutches: "Let Fate sleep, she was killed last night." Senior Malfoy has done a lot of training under pressure, and the magic power is almost empty at this time."

"Training? Malfoy's spells are not for Muggle-born wizards, are they?"

Severus gave Fett a faint look, and told Lily and Ryan Weasley that she shouldn't care: "She's just Muggle-born, and Fett is a pure-blood wizard—I think I should tell you Mr Weasley, Fate rejected the Sorting Hat's suggestion that she go to Slytherin at the Sorting Ceremony."

"...Pardon?" (There is no such context in Chinese!)

The Hogwarts Express stopped not far from the castle. Fett and his party, who were promoted to sophomores this year, finally no longer need to take a boat, but can transfer to a stable carriage.

Fette looked at the creature pulling the cart, and poked Weasley: "What kind of breed is this, it looks so strange."

Weasley looked at the empty space and patted Fett's head: "It's thestral, is it beautiful?"

"Beautiful? If you say it has bat-like wings and a body with only bones... Weasley, your aesthetic is really special." Fate gave Weasley a strange look.

"Thestrals? Is there anything else here?" Lily and Severus looked at each other, their eyes were nothing but the carriage.

"Here is a horse with bat wings, can't you see it?" Feite blinked, and there was a Thestral pulling the carriage in front of each carriage, and the nearby one even hummed a few times friendly to Feite.

Severus rubbed his eyes and took a closer look: "But, I really can't see anything."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it can bring us into the school, all right, Miss Lily and young man Severus, you two go first, and Fate and I will sit in the carriage behind you. See you at the long table later." Ryan Weasley pushed the two children into the carriage, listening to the sound of the wheels fading away.

"Why not tell the truth? Weasley, the only people who can see thestrals are people who have seen death. Even if they are only second-year brats, they are a bit overprotective."

Hearing the voice, Fate knew who it was: "Lucius, I thought you had already arrived in the castle."

"As a prefect, you should check the compartment after all the students get off the bus." Lucius glanced at Ryan Weasley lightly, "Miss Cusser has only met her male prefect once on this journey, so she is now Roaring in the prefect's box - Weasley, I sincerely suggest that you recycle the female prefect of Gryffindor."

Ryan Weasley was silent for a while, then slowly turned his head away: "Fee, Fett, I'll go first."

Feite patted Ryan Weasley on the head. The female prefects of Gryffindor have always been more violent than the male prefects: "Weasley, Mina... If she is determined to get rid of you, No one in this world can save you, you have to take care."

Lucius smiled slightly, and it was rare that he didn't sarcastically say to the third son of the Weasley family: "Come on, Miss Kuther is the only one in the prefect's box now."

Fate waved to Ryan Weasley: "I will go with Lucius first, and I will wait for you and Mina on the long table."

When Weasley walked to the other side with a face full of despair, Lucius stepped into the carriage first, leaned over and stretched out his hand to Fett: "Apart from Weasley and Kuther, the two of us are almost the last."

Feite pushed away Lucius's hand and jumped into the carriage with one hand: "Then go, tell me about this guy by the way-I can see them but I can't, you say you can see them What does Thestrals mean only those who have seen death?"

Lucius smiled slightly: "Miss Bellows, it turns out that I have been invisible for the past six years. But after seeing you jump into the fighting ring with my own eyes, I can also see it very vividly and clearly—I Thank you? You know, some people spend their entire lives without knowing what a Thestral is."

"Oh, you're welcome. And is this 'seen death'?" Fate raised an eyebrow, and she knew why Weasley was so hasty to gloss over the subject in front of them.

"Or is it more appropriate to explain the meaning of plain death? Although in most eyes it represents misfortune, but I think the magical creatures that can pull carts for students at Hogwarts should not have the ability to curse." Lucius remembered Before school started, my father specially reminded himself not to be surprised. What he saw was the Thestrals, right?This magical creature with the head of a dragon, the bones of a horse, and the wings of a bat... really doesn't fit the aesthetics of the Malfoy family.

As if knowing that Lucius didn't like him too much, the Thestral turned around and growled, and Feite laughed loudly: "Lucius, it knows you don't like him, do you think it bites? I I really want to touch this guy."

The knowledgeable platinum young master coughed softly: "As far as I know, he only catches birds when he is extremely hungry. So far there is no record of thestrals attacking humans, although the definition given by the Ministry of Magic 'Dangerous', but thestrals are more docile magical creatures."

When he heard the word "docile", Feite had already touched it.

It was cold, like touching steel, and she suddenly thought of her wand—didn't Owen say that her wand was made of thestral heartstrings, so it meant "death"?

Fate's expression became subtle. Malfoy and his son guessed that she came from another time, and they would not have guessed that she had returned to the past when Fate Bellows was not born because of "death". I still don't know why a person who should be dead suddenly turns into an 11-year-old girl.

"Belos?" Lucius keenly sensed that Fate was wrong.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that the core of my wand is also made of thestral's heartstrings, which is really appropriate." Fate subconsciously stroked the wand hidden in her forearm, this habit was taught to her by Mr. Malfoy.

"A wizard can have many wands in his life, but there is only one wand of fate - it will truly reflect the situation of a wizard." Lucius replied, "Can you tell me what the body of your wand is?"

"Yew."

"Yew wood represents a long and strong life. I have to say that your wand is as contradictory and peculiar as your person." Lucius couldn't help but sighed, life and death should obviously be opposites, But it can be perfectly integrated and draw out the powerful magic power in Fett's body-it has to be said that although Fett is only in the second grade, the strength of the magic power is almost as strong as that of an adult wizard.

"A strong life..." Feite curled his lips, but his own life was really strong enough. "I hope that a strong life can be blessed to Weasley, and that he can escape safely from Mina's hands."

"I hope so." Although Lucius said so, there was no sympathy on Lucius' face, but there was no gloating either—

Regardless of the positions of each other's families, Lucius still admired this cheerful and assertive junior. When Weasley and Malfoy were strangling him to death, Ryan Weasley stood in the middle very sensibly. Lucius was one year older than Ryan Weasley, and he always thought that this unique Weasley might become the first Slytherin from the Gryffindor family.

Unfortunately, Ryan Weasley still chose to go to the same college as his brother.

When Lucius and Feite came out from behind the door together, the originally noisy hall suddenly became silent, and the four long tables full of students all looked at the two people who should not have come together. personal.

"Dear Lucius and Fate, I think you can sit down first, the sorting ceremony for new students will begin soon." Dumbledore cast a loud voice, and his voice could be clearly heard in the whole hall. "Although, our new Professor of Charms seems to be late..."

boom! ——

Following Fate and Malfoy, a man wearing a big hood walked in hurriedly. The man showed a head of beautiful silver hair and purple crystal eyes, and politely bowed his head slightly to Dumbledore: " I'm Corina Antie Asleyan, and I'm accepting the invitation of Hogwarts, the British school of magic, to be the temporary professor of Charms."