[hp] Dragon Training

Just when the senior and Two Hundred Five were about to make some moves, a bigger backer returned to the school—Dumbledore was back.

After the spell get out of class, Fleta demonstrated magic to the students, and taught the Snake King's original spell, Shen Feng Wu Ying, to several Slytherin third graders.It was the first time they saw this kind of spell that was sharper and more accurate than the knife-cutting spell, and they were all shocked.

A little girl of Nordic descent raised her hand: "Prefect Hill, why did you teach us such a dangerous spell?"

Fleta shattered a doll, then put it back together in front of her face without even saying a spell.By the way, with a sharp edge Wuying, he cut off a flower in the classroom vase as accurately as scissors.He handed the flower to the little girl, regardless of how much they were screaming at the hand: "The spell itself is not dangerous, but the wizard who uses it. A powerful spell can be used to hurt others, but it can also be used to protect oneself." .”

The little Nordic girl is called Lisa, and she blushes because of her handsome and outstanding silver-haired senior.A little boy next to her who admired her blinked, snorted and looked forward to it: "Master, can I be as good as you in the future?"

Fleta was very smug in her heart.The whole person almost floated up, and smiled brightly: "It's okay."

A few Gryffindor kids also wanted to poke their heads over to listen, but felt embarrassed to go over there with a green vote.Several first graders stared at the silver-haired boy with a smile, and wanted to float over to speak, but were stopped by the seniors of the third grade.

First-year Gryffindor raised his mouth: "I want to talk to that prefect about learning problems."

The third grade Gryffindor scorned: "Come on, why didn't I know when you liked studying? Don't go there."

"Is it because he's a Slytherin?" First-year Gryffindor's eyes widened. "House prejudice is terrible! What era is this?"

"No, because that's the student council president's girlfriend." A Gryffindor said indifferently.His face was a little gloomy, he was the kid who confessed to Fletta in the auditorium last year but was snatched away by the seniors.

A little girl from Gryffindor ran over happily: "The principal is back! We, Senior Potter, can finally enroll..." The remaining half of the sentence fell into her throat when she saw Fletta.

Fletta: "OvO!!" He opened his eyes and looked at the little girl, suddenly said goodbye to the little snakes, and ran to other classrooms to recruit the seniors to find the principal.

Watching him run away, more than one person sighed quietly.Then he was kicked by someone next to him.

Draco was in the potions office at the moment, with Snape.At this time, he knocked on the door and put his head in. Severus immediately turned black when he saw him, and was about to mock him for interrupting their research progress when the senior took off the dragon leather gloves he was holding for the experiment, and first Step by step: "Is there something wrong?"

Fletta stood in front of the door, auto-imagining how handsome the messed-up senior would look in a white coat in the future, so beautiful, so beautiful, the young man was itching to death: "Dumbledore is back, I asked you to go see him together. "

The senior nodded and signaled him to wait for him.He took out his hawthorn wood wand and tapped it on the cauldron, pouring in the magic power evenly. After seeing that the potion inside became clear, he felt the temperature with his bare hands, and carefully filled half a bottle out of a test tube.

Severus sniffed it, but his expression didn't change much: "It can only be used to wash props for me, Mr. Malfoy."

"Your props are notoriously expensive." Draco nodded, "Without two herbs, at most it can be made like this."

Severus was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, but the potion in his hand was already as good as it could be.Draco gave him a slight farewell salute, and then he and Fretta left from the potions office.

Fletta looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"A potion to remove magic power." Draco would never lie to him, "Compared to a potion that enhances magic power, it's like the opposite. If successful, it can turn a wizard into a numb in a short time." Guarana, without any side effects, but it's not permanent either."

Fletta nodded: "So... do you want to use it for Voldemort, or for me?"

Draco looked at him and smiled lukewarmly: "If you fail, I will give it to the Dark Lord, if you succeed, I will give it to you."

Fleta yawned: "Mr. Malfoy, would you rather marry a dead wizard, or be with a living Muggle?"

Draco smirked, "I can't tell which makes me sicker."

The boy's light gray eyes moved for a while, and he tiptoed and whispered something in his ear.The senior froze on one side of his body, and suddenly showed some annoyed expressions, and raised his hand to hit him.Fleta licked his lower lip, held his wrist and clasped his fingers, and licked his neck directly in the corridor with his strength.The senior frowned, trying to push the slut away. After stretching, the boy grabbed the belt on his lower back and lifted it up. His pants immediately became tighter, and he stretched out a certain part that hadn't moved at all. Somewhat obvious.

Draco was furious: "Let go!"

The young man laughed loudly, jumped up with his arms around his neck, and put his legs around his waist: "You carry me and go!" By the way, he gnawed on his chin in this position.

"God, don't talk about living or dead, you're making me sick right now." Draco glared at him, and slapped him hard on the ass.

"Oh!" The boy yelled, and said very seriously, "Don't hit me, if I get hard, will you be responsible?"

"I'm in charge of burying you." Draco carried him forward with ease.He finally knew how shameless this guy was, and when the time came, acquaintances would not know who to embarrass when they saw it.

"You should take responsibility for fucking me first." Freita said rubbing against him.

When I came to Dumbledore's office and knocked on the door, I heard the person inside say, "Please come in."

Fletta finally realized his conscience, and jumped off the senior when he entered the office.The senior felt as if he had been hung up by a cat all the way.

Ginny and Harry were also in Dumbledore's office, and Fretta thought they were here to sue.But what caught Fletta's other gaze was the old man sitting next to the principal, deliberately pulling the stool close to him.

Fleta gasped inwardly, but seeing that Dumbledore didn't want to talk to that person, she decided not to talk too much.He walked over and told Mr. Principal about the ins and outs of the Deathly Hallows.

Dumbledore nodded after hearing this, and was about to say something to Fletta, when the old man beside him spat: "Hey, you British wizards have a lot of things! Unlike us Germans, if you don't accept it, you will do it, and you will be killed." No complaints, what messing about?"

Fleta looked at him and thought his English had a strange accent.Although this man is no longer young, his whole body still reveals a very energetic and sharp temperament. It is really hard to imagine how handsome he was when he was young, and it must be hard to move his eyes away.

Albus Dumbledore, the British wizard, ignored him, looked at Fleta and said, "I didn't expect that the resurrection stone in the Deathly Hallows would be the heirloom ring of the Gaunt family. Everything about the Te family is still in that ancestral house."

The old man snorted: "What resurrection stone, what Deathly Hallows! Believe in my great black magic to gain eternal life! What is the resurrection stone, as long as you are willing to pay, you can't do anything! You white wizards are too pedantic."

"..." Dumbledore didn't even look at him, "So maybe we need to gather strength. Tom must be looking for the Resurrection Stone. Fortunately, the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak are in our hands, so we don't need to be too nervous for now."

"What! Tom Riddle's grandson? I'll kill him for you, Albus? Let me tell you, that guy is a pirate. He was still eating dirt when I made trouble, that is, I retired He can surf without a paddle. I heard that my Durmstrang principal, Karkaroff, is also his lackey now. I’m so pissed off! Unbelievable! He’s just going for a walk in England, you let him come Germany, I promise I beat him so hard he can't even recognize his mother... By the way, does he have a mother?"

The presence of this handsome old man is too great. Fletta and the senior didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but then they had to focus on him.Dumbledore still didn't even look at him, as if he had cast himself a sound-proof spell that treated him differently.

Dumbledore: "We have to make good plans. The Hufflepuff gold cup among the last two Horcruxes has been obtained by Tom, and we have no idea about the last Horcrux..."

The old man jumped up: "I don't have a clue, you are just pretending to be stupid, isn't that the last Horcrux..."

Dumbledore finally turned his head and looked at him helplessly: "Gellert..."

Draco and Fletta's eyes paused for a moment, and this seemingly chatty person turned out to be the famous German Dark Lord.Fleta is unbelievable. It is said that even the children forgot to cry when they heard it, and brought disasters to the entire magic world. He was actually a chatterbox?

So, the gossip that Dumbledore thought he was annoying to death and was determined to divorce him was true?

When Gellert Grindelwald was called like that, he immediately squinted his eyes and smiled: "Are you willing to talk to me? I know that although you don't speak, you are like a mute when you come out of prison, but we didn't get a divorce after all. Husband and wife, others say that a one-night couple has a hundred days of kindness. I think we are not bad. You can see that our kindness must have been repaid for hundreds of years. Although I haven’t seen you for a long time, I think our fate cannot be broken. Actually I always knew that although you haven't spoken for so many years, you still miss me, right? Right?"

Good, very noisy = mouth =! !

Everyone present, the two silent Gryffindors and the two speechless Slytherins, looked at him in horror. They never expected him to be such a devil!

Even if Dumbledore had a beard, the expression on his face could clearly tell that he was not very good: "Gellert, if you can be quiet for a while, I will be very grateful to you."

"We still need to say thank you, don't say thank you actually, I haven't even hated you in so many years, I think you are too arrogant. I'm sorry, so I'm sorry, if there is something we can't be together Facing it, your sister is dead and your brother doesn’t love you, I love you, what’s the rush to get divorced. But I think you’re just acting on a whim, and you’ll definitely regret it afterwards. I can’t let you have a chance to regret it, anyway. You must not be serious."

Everyone thought, no, he was absolutely serious.

Dumbledore heaved a long sigh: "I bailed you out as the headmaster, which shows that I have become indifferent to the past, so don't talk about it anymore."

The German devil rolled his eyes, suddenly held Dumbledore's hand, and smiled tenderly: "You are good, as long as you are good, I will do anything, and you can lock me up for another 100 years. I have a way to let you You're a hundred years younger, and you're even better looking than the bunch of scumbags present here. You were so pretty when you were young, and you're a school belle without any suspense! I used to go to Hogwarts and never read in class, so I was busy playing every day, which is interesting to you The idiot or masturbating at you, and worked hard to catch you for ten years. I'm telling you the truth, as long as you are happy, I will go and kill that Voldemort piece by piece."

The expression on Fleta's face was horrible, and she suddenly understood why the principal insisted on divorcing him.

Dumbledore: "Thank you."

Gellert: "What else can we thank you for..."

Dumbledore: "I'm going to beat you."

The demon king had an M expression on his face, and opened his hands like a young eagle taking off: "Come on, come here, fight here, I haven't enjoyed the pleasure of being spanked by my wife for a long time, everyone told me that hitting is a kiss..."

The senior was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't take it anymore: "Dumbledore, I'm leaving first if I have nothing to do."

Only then did Gellert shift his gaze to the students. He wanted them to leave quickly, but when he saw Draco paused again, his mind went wrong: "Child, do you want to be the devil?"

Dumbledore couldn't bear it anymore, sat up directly, and swung the Elder Wand with a Silencing Curse.Grindelwald didn't even use his wand, so he canceled the spell directly: "Okay, okay, I won't talk, but you promise me one thing first."

The Dark Lord picked up a wand similar to that in Dumbledore's hand, and pointed at him rascally: "You don't look good with a beard, my dear, shave it off!"

……

All members of the Order of the Phoenix could hardly recognize Dumbledore's current appearance, and they were stunned to find that Dumbledore was almost 30 years younger without his beard.And their headmaster's dark expression made people wonder who is the real devil king.

An hour ago, they got Dumbledore's anxiety, and they came to him from all over the world, and then they were all stunned.Especially the Weasley twins, who couldn't hold back their laughter, were beaten by their mother and stopped forcibly.

In their impression, the headmaster should always be calm and kind, even old and kind, but for some reason, Dumbledore's white beard was forcibly taken away at this time. Although he was neat and young, his face became sullen heavy.

Of course, Fletta knew why the headmaster was gloomy. He had almost destroyed half of the headmaster's office in a fight with the German devil before. What he didn't know was that the world's greatest white wizard and the devil who had escaped from heaven were about to start another war of the century.

Fletta tugged at the corner of Draco's shirt: "...I think the principal looks pretty good without his beard?"

The senior had a disgusted expression.

They apparated and left the school together at this time, and Gellert Grindelwald, after annoying his wife to vomit blood, obeyed Dumbledore's order and left the school directly, mobilizing his old department to deal with the remaining Death Eaters.Members of the Order of the Phoenix came to the Gaunt family's ancestral home. At this time, they were standing in the deserted courtyard, and everyone stared at each other. For some reason, they were a little embarrassed.

Harry saw Sirius coming from afar, and seemed to want to go over to ask if his previous injury was healed, but before he could go, Sirius came over and hugged Harry.This big dog seemed to have wandered in the vast ocean for a long time and finally found a life-saving straw, hugging Harry to heal the depression in his heart for so long.

Harry looked dazed, and then patted Sirius in his arms: "Are you okay? Padfoot?"

"Not very well, son." Sirius frowned and sighed.

"I'm sorry about your brother..." Harry patted him sadly, "but I'll always be by your side, I'm your family."

Draco snorted coldly when he saw it, and Fretta held his hand tightly, knowing what he was thinking.It was obvious that Draco was Sirius' real relative, and the big dog never came to see him, let alone seek comfort.

In the silence, Dumbledore, beardless, pushed open the gate of the Gaunt family's ancestral home, and everyone held their breath.

Dumbledore's footsteps stopped there suddenly, because he saw that someone had already entered the old house that had been dilapidated for a long time.A tall man in a black suit stood in the dusty living room, holding a ring with his slender snow-like fingers, carefully sizing it up in the dim sunlight.

Albus Dumbledore took a step back, almost blocking the door with his body to keep his own students behind from entering so quickly.He didn't expect that this person would be one step ahead of them and arrive here so quickly.

The principal said in a deep voice, "Tom!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Riddle, whose back was turned to him, showed some sarcasm. He put the resurrection stone ring into his palm, turned around with a smile, and was about to say hello.Then the expression on his face froze.

Riddle raised his hand and made a motion of waiting for you first, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes thinking that his nearsightedness had deepened again. After rubbing, he raised his head and looked at Dumbledore in a daze for a second: "Uh... you who?"