[hp] Dragon Training

The long table of Slytherin was about to explode, and the little snakes who were born in the nobility were about to lose their proper etiquette.For nothing but Victor.Krum, the Quidditch superstar, actually left the special seat that Dumbledore had set for Durmstrang and came to their table in person.

Ron, who loved Victor deeply, was completely disappointed by this. He had an expression on his face as if he had lost his love: "Could it be...Victor Krum is going to have dinner at the Slytherin table? Oh my God , How can this be!" But even this can't change anything, it turns out that where Mr. Victor wants to eat is completely his own freedom.But they were all wrong. Krum just came to the Slytherin desk with a note in his hand under the eyes of everyone, handed it to a student, and then returned to his seat.

Fletta was about to spit chocolate pudding out of his nose, and he couldn't believe that Krum actually delivered the agreed autograph himself!He was so happy he didn't even realize that the smile on his face was stupid.But the smile on his face froze immediately when he opened the note, which read: Bulgarian Seeker: Victor.Krum - to Fufferfleta.Hill.

Fleta: "..." Because he was too nervous and stuttered, his idol misheard his name...

Pansy wowed: "Fleta, do you know Krum?"

Fletta looked at the note and forced a smile: "Are there any wizards who don't know him? It's just that he doesn't know me."

Pansy shrugged: "It seems that you like him very much. To be honest, I think he is a broomstick rider. What is there to admire?"

Fletta shook his head seriously: "What he rides is not a broom, but art."

Pansy almost laughed: "You're going to put art under your crotch?"

"Um, Pansy, you are so cute to me..." Fletta suddenly didn't know how to express it.

Draco said coldly on the side: "Don't talk when you eat. Little troll, you are about to spray the biscuit crumbs in my mouth on my plate. I will arrange a seat for you tomorrow and let you sit far away from me until the end of the day." Go up to the last position in the first grade."

Fletta blinked: "Malfoy, don't tell me you don't like Krum?"

The man who was asked didn't bat an eye: "I'm an Irish supporter. Bulgaria plays like a reckless bear, but I appreciate Krum's skills."

Fletta doesn't care which team he likes, he smiled again: "I also admire him very much!"

Draco finally couldn't bear it anymore and put down the knife and fork, with an elegant smirk on his face: "Assuming there is nothing wrong with my ears, Mr. Hill just said this afternoon that I was your favorite person in school."

Fletta froze for a moment: "What! Could it be that Krum is going to transfer to Hogwarts?!"

"No."

"Oh, it's still you, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco sneered: "It's as rare as anyone, Fleta."

No matter what happened on Fleta's side, the Gryffindor table still maintained what it should be.Ron slowly regained his composure because of the idol's approach to Slytherin's mourning face, and saw his friend thinking: "Hey, Harry, what's the matter with you, you were too quiet today?"

Harry ruffled his messy black hair, thinking about Cedric.Digory found what he had said.As a warrior of the same academy, coupled with the reason why Harry had helped him before, Cedric immediately turned around and told Harry the secret he had discovered.

As a student of Hufflepuff, Cedric was friendly and forthright in his nature.With an excited expression on his face, he told Harry in detail what happened in the fourth year of their college today by the Black Lake.Harry couldn't understand after hearing it: "What do you want to tell me? The protection of magical creatures in the fourth grade, and the new first-year rejection after confessing to Malfoy?"

Cedric has a mellow and patient personality, just like Hufflepuff representing the little badger animal: "The key is the content! Hagrid took out a sharp-sounding flute that can imitate the singing of a mermaid? Draco. Malfoy said That aquatic animal can hatch eggs in water? Don't you understand, Harry?"

Harry stared at him blankly, blankly.

Cedric smiled like the winter sun. He is indeed a handsome boy: "Do you know the prefect's bathroom on the fifth floor? It's a good place to take a bath. Take your golden eggs and think about it in the hot water." Bar."

The memory ends here.

Harry seemed to have something in his heart. He lowered his head and almost choked on a mouthful of spaghetti, then picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and took a few sips.It was only then that Ron was looking at him: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"Don't you dislike pumpkin juice?" Ron looked him up and down.

"Um, I feel fine today." Harry found out what was in the cup, and immediately put it back on the table.When he raised his head, he inadvertently glanced at the Slytherin table, and immediately saw a blond and a silver-haired man in the crowd.That's pretty eye-catching, isn't it?Suddenly, I recalled what Cedric said about the new freshman confessing to Malfoy.

...Malfoy is such a vile person, it might be very sad for this child to be rejected.It's so pitiful, I was assigned to a cruel and evil academy on the first day of my arrival, and was insulted by the local snake of this academy (Fog).

Ron followed his gaze, with a ghostly expression on his face: "Harry, what do you think Malfoy and the others are doing?"

"Um, I just think their white hair is so glaring." Harry made a random reason.

"White hair? Could it be that you are looking for a white-haired dance partner for the Christmas ball!?" Ron widened his eyes, glanced at the Slytherins, one big and one small, and then at the silver-haired Dumbledore.

Where did this come from?Where did this want to go.Harry was stunned and immediately explained and clarified: "I don't like white hair, I like black hair! The darker the better, my dance partner must be black hair!"

The dark-skinned and black-haired African girl Angelina silently moved the eating place to one side.Hermione, who had been listening on the sidelines, couldn't bear it any longer: "Then how about you go to Ravenclaw? I remember there was a Chinese girl there, her hair must be 100% pure black. Nuo, I'm looking at you now."

Harry turned his head immediately, and sure enough, Ravenclaw noticed a girl with black hair and black eyes staring at him, and when he saw him looking over, he blushed and turned his head away.If Harry remembers correctly, his name should be Zhang Qiu, right?I saw it on the train when I started school, uh, the impression is that the face is a bit big.He finally shook his head, and decided not to think about anything for the time being, but to concentrate on studying the problem of his golden egg.

Turning back to the Slytherin side, Fleta hadn't realized he'd done Harry Potter a favor, and he was busy with the sweets.He stuffed a large scoop of ice cream into his mouth, and suddenly turned his head to look at the professor's seat.

"I seem to have seen that one-eyed professor's face move just now." Fletta said vaguely after swallowing the ice cream, and saw him take a sip from the flagon at hand immediately after speaking.He knew the man, he'd turned himself into a ferret back in school, and Fleta remembered it all too well with the maliciousness with which he waved his wand.

No one paid any attention to him. Professor Moody just moved his face, which was strange.But Fletta couldn't say it himself. He just glanced at the professor's face from the corner of his eye just now. The floating feeling seemed to be violently rubbed by someone. For a moment, Fletta felt that he seemed to have changed. made a face.

He put down the spoon, and immediately thought of the Transformation Curse in his mind.The profound transfiguration spell can change everything, but obviously even the Animagus can't just change people's faces. Fleta was very good at spells under the influence of her mother, and she unconsciously turned to transfiguration. Wanted to, but had no clue.

"Malfoy, do you think that professor is weird?" Fleta poked Draco.

"Professor Moody has always been very strange, of course, but you are also very strange, why do you keep calling Malfoy Malfoy?" Pansy finally couldn't help asking.

Draco put down the spoon too, as if he, too, didn't think the kid was such an overly polite person.

Fleta stared at Draco: "Should I still be called by your last name, Malfoy? It's a strange name, but it sounds nice, doesn't it?"

Draco: "..."

Pansy laughed directly: "My God, Malfoy is not his name. His full name is Draco. Malfoy, have you never heard of the Malfoy family?"

Fletcher smiled falsely: "Of course I've heard of it, how could I not know about it haha."

Draco really felt that he was about to suffocate, he rolled his eyes with a long sigh and couldn't wait to leave the table: "It's really enough, I'm too full."

Fletta stuffed the rest of the ice cream into his mouth, gave Pansy a look, stuck out his tongue, and hurriedly chased Draco away.

He learned a truth today, facing this platinum-haired brother, if he is unhappy, you have to chase him and smile at him, and if he is angry, you must hug him and cry.Being coquettish and clingy is really more useful than anything else, and you don't need sweet words to please him.Fleta really likes him and can't help but get close to him.

The author has something to say: come on!Fleta!

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