[hp] Dragon Training

"Hey, Fletta! I've been nominated for the hairstyling of the 230th Magic Beauty & Hair Salon Girl Maggie!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha that's amazing."

"Enough... so fake."

"awesome."

"Go away, you little bastard." Pansy pouted, and sat a little further away with the beauty newspaper, and went to chat with girls like Daphne and Lolita.

A snow harrier flew in from the gate of the auditorium. Different from the owl's round head and round brain, this bird looks more ferocious and vigorous. Its whole body is snow-white and only the tips of its wings gradually turn black. Flying towards Slytherin with a package.

"Malfoy's bird," Pansy declared with a glance.

But the hawk did not land here. To be precise, this majestic guy seemed to be blocked by an invisible air wall. His beautiful wings seemed to pause in the air, and suddenly he dropped the package directly and landed. .The Slytherin wizards were still having lunch, and the package knocked over several plates and glasses in an instant, and the raspberry juice was poured directly on the table, and the culprit who did all this flew away in a hurry like What frightened.

Draco cursed a few words: "Merlin's smelly socks, I'll pluck this bird and stew when I get back." He immediately took out his wand and tapped it a few times to return everything to the way it was before.

As the person who scared the snow harrier away, Fletta pretended not to know anything and took a sip of juice in silence.

Draco opened the package, and inside was a cloak of expensive fabric, probably sent by his mother.There is also a package containing some precious materials and an out-of-print book, which he wrote to his home specifically to ask for it.He didn't pay much attention to putting these away, took a sip from the clear water glass and opened the Daily Prophet that came with him.

Blaise saw that Draco's face was not very relaxed, and he leaned over and glanced at the headline of the newspaper. In an instant, he also realized the importance of the problem, and his face was also not very good-looking: "Barty Crouch is dead? How come? ..."

"Brace." Draco folded the newspaper and put it away as a reminder.

Zabini immediately understood, and his voice became much quieter: "I can assure you that this is definitely not a normal thing. Yesterday my mother wrote to me and told me to pay attention to my safety. There must be something different."

Fletta finished her vanilla ice cream and was in a bad mood.Although the existence of him and Catherine had been concealed from the outside world, in fact he was the first person to discover Crouch's death.So he pricked up his ears and listened to the two seniors beside him, wanting to know something he didn't know.

"Draco, is there anything special about Mr. Crouch?"

"Undoubtedly, a righteous wizard." Draco sneered, "He sent his only son to Azkaban prison with his own hands, he is the most heartless person I have ever seen." The Malfoy family has always been the most He valued his family, so in Draco's eyes, this was simply incomprehensible. He didn't have any affection for Barty Crouch.

"Did Mr. Crouch Jr. do something wrong?" Fleta asked.

"Because he's a Death Eater." Blaise told him directly, and there was no joke on the normally relaxed wizard's face.

Fletta blinked, and didn't ask what Death Eaters were again. He vaguely felt that this was not a question that could be discussed casually at the dinner table.

Blaise spoke very quietly: "Draco, this is not normal. Tell me what you know?"

Draco's gray-blue eyes flickered: "What else can I know?"

"This year's Quidditch World Cup was forcibly suspended. Isn't the reason as correct as the newspaper said? Although I went to Paris with my mother, I remember you were there."

Fleta didn't want to interrupt, he sat quietly in the chair and listened, his eyes never moving away from Draco.

"Merlin's smelly socks, Blaise."

"Death Eater right? Someone sabotaged the Quidditch World Cup to announce to the world that he's coming back?" Blaise stared at the platinum man in front of him, frowning.

Another Death Eater?It seems that this is really not a good word.

"Brace, if that person really came back, I don't think I'll be sitting here talking to you." Draco was silent for a second and evoked a mocking smile. "Although I was there that day, it was a pity that I was also the first to leave. My father obviously didn't want to be in danger. We left early when everyone was sleeping peacefully, and we didn't even collect the tent." (1)

Fletta: "..."

Blaise didn't know what to say. This handsome young man was rarely agitated: "You know what I mean, don't prevaricate me. If something really happens, it means that the person is coming back. Your family is under magic. The pure-blooded nobles with such a great influence in the world, and they are extremely prestigious, will undoubtedly bear the brunt of the impact."

"Zabini, enough." Draco frowned.

Fletta's heart skipped a beat, he grabbed the senior's sleeve and his face was a little nervous: "Will you be hurt?"

Draco looked down at him: "It's none of your business, don't worry about it."

With a smile on Blaise's face, he stretched out his hand and pinched the boy's face: "Are you worried about Draco, little Fletta?" As a result, before the hand could be retracted, Draco slapped him hard, and Blaise Sigh groaned in pain and glared at him, covering his hands.

"Watch your manners, sir." Draco smirked.

Fletta frowned and rubbed her face: "...Hey, don't say it's none of my business, I'll be sad if something happens to you."

Draco's expression paused, he glanced at the nagging little boy, his icy blue eyes softened slightly, and finally there was a genuine smile on his face, he thought for a while and patted the boy's head: "Don't worry." Then he said to himself with some pride in his eyes, "What's the matter, I won't do anything that is not beneficial to me."

***

The time passed peacefully, and it seemed that nothing happened in the school during these two days.Until the evening of the third day, under the notice of the teachers to end the get out of class early, the students had dinner in the auditorium earlier than usual, and it was not even completely dark when the students walked out of the auditorium together after eating.

Under the organization of their prefects, each student has lined up according to the college, and it is time to go to the Quidditch pitch.However, this time they were not going to watch the Academy Cup, but to witness the birth of the last brave man who was about to be recorded in the annals of history. "All grades line up, don't mess up. Please go behind the senior grades, lower grades line up." Draco raised his chin to make arrangements, his voice was very soft, but no one dared to go against what he said.Slytherin is not like other colleges. Absolute discipline and obedience to the strong are the rules that must be followed, otherwise no one will think highly of you in this college with the fewest students.

...except for a brat who doesn't know how to behave.

Draco looked down and his eyelids twitched: "Go to the front, kid. Your place is not here, do you want to be trampled by the seniors?"

Fletta: "Huh? But I want to go with you."

The surrounding Slytherins let out muffled laughter, watching their prefects suddenly turn dark when they looked down at the kid.

"Again: get ahead! You unruly, rude troll, don't follow me!" Draco hissed softly.

"is it not OK?"

"..." Actually, it's not impossible.But always following such a slow figure behind him makes him look less severe, right?A Slytherin prefect, a Malfoy young master, couldn't look like someone's nanny.

Under Draco's unshakable eyes, Fleta curled his lips in disappointment: "I hope to stand with you and watch it later, sir." So he turned and ran to stand with Catherine and left.

Sure enough, as Fletta expected, the Quidditch pitch had turned into a wilderness at this time, and the soaring plants almost buried the entire woodland by the lake, and even broke through the usual range of the pitch. The meter-high plant wall seems to block an extremely dark world. Countless dangers lurk in this maze of trees. Just looking at it makes people shudder.

In the first level, the four student wizards have to face the most terrifying magical creature, the dragon. In the second level, they have to bear the possibility and fear of losing their loved ones and risk their lives to dive into the deep water to save people. They confront the source of all human fear - the unknown.Even Fletta has to admit that the person who has broken through these three levels and obtained the leader is indeed a warrior who can be remembered by the world.

Under Catherine's strange gaze, Fleta stuck out her tongue and left the low stands of the first grade and ran up, passed the second and third grades, and stopped at the fourth grade's seat.The seniors were already familiar with his stupid face, so Goyle automatically moved a seat to the side. Fortunately, there were really few people in Slytherin House, and Fretta easily sat next to the prefect.

"Don't look at me like that, sir. You promised!"

"It's not good behavior to get close to me." Draco was a little helpless.

"I don't, I'm pretty close to you."

"Merlin, where does your confidence come from?"

"Merlin told me in a dream last night, let me talk to you more. He said that I am handsome, cute and charming. You must like me very much."

"..." Draco stared at the maze in front of him in despair. "Can you promise me a request?"

"Say."

"Shut up from now on, and let me ignore your existence. The IQ of the entire academy is almost lowered by you."

Fleta smiled happily, looking up at Draco's feet dangling easily.Suddenly, there was a chill on the boy's back, and he shuddered unconsciously. The pupils in the gray pupils shrank, and Fletta gasped suddenly, and the familiar malice from nowhere swept over him again.Fleta's heart shuddered, and the feeling of being pulled down came back.

When he looked up, the cold wind in winter blew through the woodland, and the dead branches and leaves were swept away by the bleakness. It seemed that there was something extremely dangerous hidden in the maze, which made people shudder.

The author has something to say: (1)

Fleta's father was nearly crushed to death by the Malfoy tent.