[hp] Dragon Training

The next morning, Fletta struggled to get up from the bed. A swallow made of paper stopped at the edge of his bed and pecked at him, and suddenly spoke: "Get up, get up! Fleta! Class is over, class is over. It's gone! Fleta! Late! Late! Fleta! No food yet..."

"I'm already up." Fletta took out her wand and tapped it, and the white swallow immediately turned back into a piece of paper and floated gently in the air.He squinted his eyes and glanced at the floating paper, which turned out to be a class schedule: "In the morning...Professor Flitwick's Charms class...Snape's Potions class...No class in the afternoon, very good .”

——Karlov sent the voice spell.Rahchel's mind timing spell.Bird Transformation Curse.And lastly, the Simple Levitation Charm.

It’s just an early setting, which used three relatively high-level spells and one low-level spell, and the caster himself is only a first-grade child, so he got lazy: “It seems that in the future There is no need to do this anymore, sleeping in a strange place will surely wake you up very early."

The breakfast on the long table of Slytherin is very rich, because to satisfy the appetites of students from all over the world, the house elves of Hogwarts are famous cooks in the wizarding world.There can be soy milk and fried dough stick snacks, or macarons, black tea, bread and jam. When Draco saw Fletta, who came earlier than anyone else, the expression in his eyes slowly changed from surprise to ridicule.

Fleta happily waved to Draco: "Good morning!"

"We don't usually greet like Gryffindors, and we don't get up earlier than anyone else to eat like Hufflepuff's." Draco sat down in his seat and got himself a cup of germ milk tea.

"Oh." Fletta blinked, "I couldn't fall asleep, maybe because I recognized the bed, maybe because I was too excited yesterday, because you promised me..."

Draco gagged the boy's mouth with a piece of bread: "Eat yours, shut up."

Fletta chewed the bread: "Hmm."

Draco looked at the little guy in front of him with mixed feelings, a Malfoy would not go back on his promise, he was just annoyed why he agreed to others so easily.How would that guy Blaise laugh at himself if he knew he was going to the prom with a freshman?Um, like pedophiles?Merlin's panties...

Fletta quickly finished his breakfast, he obviously didn't understand Draco's troubles, so he tilted his head and asked, "Mr. Prefect, where should I go for Charms and Potions classes?" ?”

Draco frowned, but as a responsible prefect he still answered the question, he raised his voice a little: "Catherine. Miss Emile?"

A little brown-haired first-year witch immediately stood up and looked at their prefect: "I'm here, Mr. Malfoy."

"Don't be so nervous, I want to ask you one thing, go to class with Fletta in a while, because he is really a lost enthusiast." Draco had a helpless expression on his face, and on the Slytherin table Many people have already come one after another, and they laughed out loud when they heard what he said.Catherine.Emil's little face was a little red, but he nodded resolutely.

Fleta smiled happily at Catherine, and when she saw the little witch's face turned redder, she turned to Draco and said, "Thank you."

Draco expressed his disdain for such a thank you.

Catherine, the little witch, was faithfully leading the way with a large book in her hand. Her expression was a little nervous but she acted like a responsible guide: "Fleta, if you get lost in the future, stay where you are! If I, if I see that you haven't come to eat, I will definitely go find you!"

It seems that Draco's evaluation of Fleta has really been remembered by the little witch, but in fact, the conscience of heaven and earth, Fletta is not a road idiot but just not familiar with the new place, it's too late to explain now Tonight, the little Slytherin witch in front of her made up her mind to be responsible for herself.Fletta was very happy in his heart, and he smiled: "Thank you, Catherine."

When it was time to sit in the classroom, and Catherine was about to return to her seat, Fleta gently put something in the pocket of her coat, and turned to find her seat.Catherine froze for a moment. She took out the things in her pocket and found that it was a cherry-flavored toffee wrapped in colorful sugar paper.

Professor Flitwick in the Charms class is a very good teacher. Although he has a weird figure, he is extremely patient with his students. Many little wizards will have some weird performances in the first class, and he is a good example It is to gently teach them how to use their power correctly.

Fletta looked at the soft and slender feathers in front of him and was a little speechless, while the students beside him were waving their wands vigorously to try to float the feathers—the Levitation Spell, the basic spell of Charms, is almost equivalent to one plus one equals two the point.This spell is taught to first year wizards just so they know how to swing a wand and say the spell correctly.

Professor Flitwick saw that Fletta was holding his little silver head motionless, and seemed to be falling asleep, so the professor cleared his throat: "Mr. Hill, is there any question you don't understand?"

Fleta sat upright and shook her head, a little dazed on her delicate snow-white face.

Professor Flitwick nodded: "Then, can Mr. Hill praise us for how to cast the Levitation Charm?"

Fletta stood up and took out his wand. The classmates around him stared at his pale wand with some curiosity, but they didn't see him waving it at all. It seemed that he just tapped it lightly. After that, it was surprising That's how it happened.

The feathers on the table did not move at all, but the table, which was heavier than Mount Tai compared to the feathers, began to slowly drift upwards, as if there was an invisible hand in the air, lifting the huge table in front of Fleta.The table rose higher and higher, as if it was out of gravity and was about to reach the ceiling. Fletta's expression remained unchanged and he flicked his magic wand. The table slowly floated back to its original position as if it had been given life. Any sound is like a thin snowflake that has stopped and fallen.When Flitwick looked carefully, the snow-white feather on the table didn't even move at all.

The shocked Professor Flitwick directly added ten points to Slytherin for Fletta.Mr. Hill can lift things a thousand times heavier than feathers, and fly with steady precision.The little wizards of Slytherin applauded, the little girl Catherine's face was very red, and Fleta herself didn't feel anything - he could levitate when he was almost crawling, and his mother was very strict with him. In fact, he has much more confidence than his peers, so just raising a table didn't make him feel so unusual, but he had some doubts about the teaching level and progress of Hogwarts.

Maybe mom is right?Can you learn more by staying at home? ——However, this naive idea was completely crushed to powder in the potions class that followed.

When Professor Snape opened the door and strode in, Fleta was still talking to Catherine, and she didn't dare to move immediately after being swept away by the professor's cold and disgusted eyes.The professor was also the head of Slytherin, and he was not a kind person. His dark hair and pale skin reminded Fretta of a ghost or a vampire.Fletta had no idea that the school taught not only how to use spells, but potions were also the top priority. He didn't know how to use a cauldron or a test tube. When he picked up a silver knife to cut the roots of plants Even my hands are shaking...

Snape stroked his chin, looking at Fleta's snow-white silver hair thoughtfully, as if recalling something.Fleta lowered his head and struggled to distinguish the ingredients of the scabies potion. He didn't even know how to distinguish snake bile from licorice juice. He was in a hurry.Snape stared at his hair as he walked down from the podium to Fleta's desk, condescendingly watching the kid screw up his classwork.

Professor Snape opened his mouth: "...Well, I was lucky enough to see a Slytherin student so stupid, it seemed that his snow-white hair showed his connotation, as if his whole body was stuffed with Foolish mopping up grass."

Fletta's mood fell to the bottom, because he didn't know whether the plants he had just put into the cauldron were correct, and he didn't even know what the professor was talking about.

Snape tapped the cauldron with his wand, and an uncooked plant emerged immediately: "It's amazing, how did Mr. Hill cut it up like troll vomit? I also wonder why you can boil a pot of scabies potion out of danger." As soon as the words fell, Fleta's cauldron began to make a strange boiling sound, and the originally clear potion began to change color and cloudy, spitting out huge bubbles, The potion that failed almost overflowed the cauldron and flowed onto the table.Fleta's face was pale, and he knew that he must have made a mistake... in making this most basic and simple potion.

"What an ignorant idiot like a Muggle." Professor Snape let out a snort of disdain and disgust. He tapped the potion in the cauldron again and immediately cooled and froze, which also symbolized Fleta's classwork. "Five points deducted from Slytherin because Mr. Hill nearly injured his professor with a poisonous potion."

After Potions class was over, Professor Snape assigned Fletta a penalty copy, and he needed to hand in a full ten copies of the first three chapters of Potions the next day.Fletta held the thick textbook and felt extremely frustrated but helpless. Although he knew how to cheat (such as using a profound text copying spell to ensure that every word is not lost but there is a slight difference.), but the potion The lack of knowledge and his difficulty in this course cannot be erased. He may be good at many kinds of spells, but he can't distinguish between the two names of aconitum.

This was really shocking, and Fletta decided to copy the textbook carefully after returning home, at least to understand the things in the book first.

Just thinking about it, when he went downstairs, he suddenly ran into someone.Fleta was still thinking about something that almost hit him. After seeing who it was, he smiled shyly and prepared to miss him.

Harry recognized right away who it was from the silver-white hair - the late first-year entry, Fletta.Hill.Just at the moment when Fleta was standing on the stairs looking down at him, Harry didn't know why the feeling of looking up at him in the face of Fleta was a little familiar, but seeing those light gray eyes was even more strange a feeling of.He couldn't possibly know this first grader, at most... heard from Cedric that he confessed to Malfoy and was rejected.

Oh, poor little boy!Harry's gaze suddenly turned pitiful.

Fletta saw that Harry was staring at her wrongly, and smiled apologetically: "Hello, Potter."

Harry subconsciously retorted: "Um, my surname is Potter, actually my name is Harry, you can call me Harry, yes."

Fleta knew he had made a mistake again, so he blinked and smiled. "Oh yes, Harry."

Harry stared at the child's smile for a moment, feeling that his delicate little face looked so beautiful, and the smile had a power that people couldn't take their eyes off: "Fleta..."

"what?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just suddenly wondered what the meaning of this name is." Harry immediately realized his gaffe, and he found a reason to answer in extreme embarrassment.

"Fleta and Hill are both French pronunciation changes, and together they mean wings in the blue sky." Fleta told him without reservation.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, feeling that the child had a very familiar feeling, that tone of voice seemed to have been heard but could not be remembered.Seeing that Fleta wanted to leave again, he subconsciously wanted to persuade him to stay: "Fleta, I want to ask you if you have had this Christmas ball..."

"Well... I was still wondering if the respected Mr. Hill lost his way again because of his stupid brain after Potions class, but it seems that I am thinking too much, because he is very popular. Having a hot chat with a stinking Potter." An elegant and haughty voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Harry felt a chill down his spine and immediately became extremely disgusted with that nice voice.

"Draco!" Fletta swept away his polite appearance with Harry before, and rushed directly to the place where the voice appeared, "Are you here to pick me up? Are you here to pick me up! "

Draco was slammed again, his original elegance and pride were suddenly interrupted so that there was a blankness on his face, he pulled Fletta away vigorously: "Pay attention to your appearance! Little troll!"

Fletta smirked and turned his hair into a mess. He raised his head and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go to the auditorium for lunch, shall we?"

"You're an idiot who knows how to eat." Suddenly Draco remembered that there were still people there, and he raised his head to stare at his arch-rival Harry, "Get away, Potter. You're so disgusting that I can't even eat lunch Now, who made you appear here?"

"Obviously you showed up by yourself, Malfoy!" Harry was furious. In fact, from the very beginning, when Fletta was as happy as a puppy rushing to find his master, his heart was inexplicably empty—he realized, so The cute kid is already a Slytherin.

Normally, when Draco saw no one around, he would probably have drawn out his wand to fight with Harry, but today there was a hungry child with starry eyes beside him, so he suddenly didn't want to use force much. .He let out a cold snort from his nose, decided not to look at Harry again, and pulled Fletta vigorously with his hands, and walked forward, one big and one small, one platinum and one sterling silver, and the two Slytherin snakes were like that Walked around the lion and walked away.

Fletta was dragged a little unsteadily, but he wasn't angry, and said happily as he staggered, "Draco, why did you come to pick me up?"

Draco quibbled blankly: "I didn't intend to pick you up, I just finished my History of Magic next door, and I just happened to pass by."

"Hehe, I don't believe it." As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the head, "Wow!"

"Don't let me see you talking to Potter next time, or I'll hang you up on the Slytherin gate." Draco's face was a little ugly.

Fleta's legs were short and he couldn't walk as fast as Draco. In addition, he lost his balance when being dragged all the time. After being hit by Draco, he suddenly staggered forward and fell to the ground.

Draco was taken aback, and immediately stopped to look at him. Fortunately, the winter clothes were thicker, and there was no injury at all except for some red palms.Fletta has been camping and picnicking with his father all year round, which is nothing at all, so he immediately got up and blew the ashes on his hands.He was a little embarrassed to think that Draco would laugh at him for being so stupid, but when he turned to look at him, the expression on Draco's face made him a little confused. (1)

Fletta cautiously: "Mr....Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco was silent, and suddenly realized that he... had underestimated the fragility of this little giant. So, would such a small child fall down even if he walked a little faster?Didn't I look like him when I was a child?He frowned and stared at Fletta, thinking how weak and pitiful he looked when he fell to the ground just now, and he felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

Draco's voice didn't change much: "Let's go, we're going to miss lunch, aren't you hungry?"

"Enn!" Fletta thought he was going to walk fast again, so she subconsciously grabbed a corner of Draco's clothes, but this time, for some reason, he who usually walked so fast that his magic robe would fly off at this moment It was so slow.

Draco let him lead him, feeling that the kid was really depending on him - not a bad feeling.He thought for a while: "Do you have class in the afternoon?"

Fleta shook her head honestly: "No."

"That's free, you should practice hard. I'll check on your progress after class in the afternoon."

"Practice what?" Fletta was a little dazed.

Draco stopped suddenly, with a dangerous look in his eyes: "I thought... After you invited me to the dance together so enthusiastically last night, you would try hard to practice how to dance in order not to embarrass us, but you seemed to forget Mr. Hill, are you kidding me?"

Fleta's eyes widened suddenly, yes, Merlin!He still needs to go to the ball, and he can't dance at all!Fleta was suddenly a little frustrated: "But...Professor Snape asked me to copy the text as a penalty, and I will hand it over to him tomorrow."

A nasty smirk appeared on Draco's face: "What does that have to do with me? With all due respect, if you danced as ugly as an inkjet octopus at the Yule Ball, I would really let you go to the black The giant squid in the lake for company."