[hp] Dragon Training

Fleta was suddenly pointed at by the dean, and the hairs on his back stood up, thinking that he would be scolded for doing something wrong again.But Professor Snape turned his head and said something with a gloomy face, which made Umbridge, who was sitting next to him, stand up suddenly, as if he had been ridiculed and humiliated... It should be ironic and humiliating. The students who have been sprayed with the snake king's venom for many years can almost tell from his face that he is using some strange potion ingredients to curse people.

"What the hell are you trying to say!" Umbridge's shrill voice silenced the auditorium and made all the students turn to look in her direction.

"I thought that the lady from the Ministry of Magic should use her brain to stuff the school rules of Hogwarts well before she became a teacher, and she could know that punishing students can only use the prescribed methods. I have to remind you that even if she grabs the position of other people's professors, You can't punish students at will, even if Mr. Fleta is a giant, he is the only idiot in my college that I can punish!" Snape's face was sullen, and his voice seemed to be poured into a pot of thick ice .

Freita Troll Stupid Hill: "..."

Although the professor was angry because of him, why was he a little sad besides being moved?Pansy next to him couldn't help laughing until he hurt internally. Seeing Fletta's lonely snowy expression, he finally let out a burst of laughter. The voice was very obvious in the quiet auditorium. At least Professor Umbridge turned his head and looked at the black The girl with hair gave her a hard look on her face.

"Severus, I think you're questioning my authority in class."

"Of course not, Miss Dolores." Snape's address once again caused the students to chuckle. Umbridge is middle-aged, even if she pretends to be a girl every day, it is difficult to change her wrinkled face and With a chubby appearance, when Snape was called by name, calling her Miss instead of Ms. was simply a mean mockery of her in every sense.

Professor Umbridge's face flushed a little, and finally he seemed to choke out a sentence: "I'm sorry, my dear. But you have to know that questioning my behavior is questioning the Ministry of Magic, and furthermore, it is questioning the Minister himself !Although I am very tolerant, infidelity is absolutely intolerable."

Her words meant something. Minister Fudge already suspected that Dumbledore wanted to take power. It was obvious that she was mocking the headmaster.Snape didn't even have an expression on his face, and used a nasal voice to express a kilogram of contempt: "Infidelity and injustice."

"That's right!" Umbridge seemed to have caught something. "The situation at Hogwarts is worse than I thought. Minister Cornelius Fudge wants to take immediate measures..."

"Enough, Ms. Dolores." Dumbledore finally interrupted the quarrel, he sighed, the greatest white wizard of this century seemed to be tired of these suspicions and jealousies behind his back, gray beard Somewhat mixed, "Let's at least have a good breakfast. After all, it's what the Ministry of Magic should do to let children go to school safely and live in a safe environment without worry?"

Umbridge was stunned: "Of course."

Snape sneered without showing any face, which made Umbridge's face darken again: "I don't care what the Ministry of Magic wants to do, even if someone is unfaithful and ambitious as a professor. I only advise you to Please don't put your hand on Slytherin's head, after snatching the professor's seat, I won't allow you, Miss, to tamper with my jurisdiction!"

"Severus Snape!"

"Your Excellency, you can give it a try." The Snake King said coldly, his robes flicked into black waves, and he left the auditorium vigorously.

……

The dean's retaliation against Umbridge seemed to have angered all the students. In an instant, his image was elevated again in the eyes of his own college students, and even the Gryffindor students were not in the Potions class. Secretly scolded him behind his back.

But it seems that his shameless behavior has attracted even greater reactions from Umbridge. She began to use her power to carry out so-called reforms in the school, and more and more students were arrested in her office. Many, the school is no longer free, and Umbridge even opposes any open gathering of students in any venue.But fortunately, the annoying restraints did not go deep into the students' dormitories, and Umbridge had no way of knowing the password to enter the dormitories.

The Slytherin students sat in the common room, the carpet was turned into a round table by the Transfiguration Charm, and a sofa was turned into a ring table and stool. Everyone gathered to do their homework, ask each other questions and exchange notes. Give it to the person who learns best.Excellent people are not born excellent, but do more behind the scenes than others, and gradually get used to being excellent.It's not without reason that Slytherin students almost occupy the top [-] grades in the whole year.

Fleta scratched her head: "Draco, what is this...why do I use this herb's potency and quantity to match the potion formula?"

"Because it's wind palm and not the purple lotus in the recipe. You idiot. You misread the herb."

"Oh OO"

Pansy picked up her wand. "Liratoperiomes... wait I still don't remember the casting gesture, Fleta?"

"Oh. It's pretty close, Pansy, look at me—Liratoperiomes!"

"Hey! Who told you to use the ashes technique here! I just calculated the arithmetic and divination!" Daphne stared.

"Sorry sorry...restored like new!"

"...That's pretty much the same." She took a closer look, "Hey, why is the number on the paper different from what I calculated just now? Fletta, you spelled it wrong!!"

Draco looked up and sighed softly, and waved his wand to restore Daphne's homework to the original: "Don't make trouble with you, if you want to study hard, be serious."

"Yes..." Everyone answered in unison.

"Master Prefect, I have a question." Catherine raised her hand across the round table. "Is there any magic that can cause huge damage? The kind that can kill dementors? Even black magic can do it." It seems that the incident of Freita being attacked that day is still in the little girl's mind.

"No one can use black magic to control those disgusting and evil dementors. In fact, the only known spell in the world that can resist it is the Guardian of Voices."

Catherine frowned, and the innocent little witch was a little sad: "Why do they like to hurt people so much, is there no way to communicate with them?"

"No." Draco frowned and denied, "Some scholars speculate that dementors are the ghosts of ancient dead wizards. Only people who understand ancient languages ​​can try to communicate with them. In fact, even the rare Latin None of these ancient languages ​​can be counted..."

Fletta was horrified: "Look what I'm doing!"

Draco's eyes were a little playful and thoughtful: "I remember that you seemed to drive away a dementor that night?"

"...I don't have that ability."

"I know you don't have that ability, and the soul-maturing is a condition for summoning the guardian. You can't learn it, and I didn't see the special light from that spell, but at that time, I seemed to think that you seemed to say something to it? "

Fleta remained silent. He changed into a silver dragon in a hurry that day, and roared indifferently.However, the dragon race, as an immortal race for thousands of years, is the oldest creature in the world, and the dragon language is of course one of the oldest languages.Who knew that he pretended to yell "Get out" that night, and the dementor actually left after understanding it. (._.)

Fletta quibbles: "I didn't. Well, the fact is, it wanted to run over and give me a kiss or something, but I was so scared that I was out of my mind. Nothing, not very tasty and left, I may have encountered a picky dementor."

"Are you on drugs?"

"..."

"But you said that your own soul has no nutrition, which really pleased me a lot. I was almost laughed at by you, child. So I chose to believe you in a good mood."

"Hehe, thank you." Fleta replied dryly.

Suddenly there was a knocking sound in the cellar, and everyone who was studying looked up at the ceiling.The Slytherin dormitory is underground, someone must have nailed something on the wall, and the vibrations on the bluestone slabs can be passed down.Fletta frowned and was not very happy. Everyone was not very happy. There have been countless times in the past few days. Umbridge has issued one after another prohibition in the school, with disgusting things written in black and white. Erqi hung on the high wall again and again.

"What is that crazy woman going to do again?" Daphne said bluntly but did not expect to get an answer.

"Singing is not allowed in the school and gatherings of more than three people are not allowed," Draco said.

"how do you know?"

Draco took out a piece of parchment and waved it in front of her, so that she could clearly see the words written on it and Umbridge's private seal.Pan Xi turned her head to look at it, showing a very disgusted expression: "What? She asked you to be her subordinate to help her find people who violated the law and discipline in the school? She also said that if she found them, she would be given badges and rewards? Why, It's also disgusting."

The prefect sneered and put the things away: "Exactly. I was ordered to do it in the name of the professor, how could I refuse. In fact, I am going out to inspect the school now, thank the professor for trusting me and giving me more tasks .” With that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"You finished your homework so quickly..." Fletta was taken aback for a moment, "Wait, I'll go with you."

"More than three people cannot gather, I can only bring Goyle and Crabbe." Draco refused coldly.

"Then we don't take Goyle and the others, just the two of us! They haven't finished their homework yet!" Frye jumped to his feet, picked up the cloak on the sofa and put it on, "Prefect, take me out for a walk. "

Draco didn't refuse again: "Bring me my coat, Fleta."

"I thought that with your aristocratic upbringing, sir, you would at least add a word please to the imperative sentence."

"Bring me my coat."

"..." Fleta took Draco's coat away. "Well, honorable sir, I am your faithful little follower."

"My God, Merlin's socks, why do you think so? How can you be my follower?"

Fletta was very moved: "?"

"Being my follower does not require background or ability, but at least you have a normal mind, right?"

Fleta looked like he was going to fight Draco to the death, pounce on him for a while or something.But the moment he left the cellar, he saw that there was no joking expression on the senior's face, as if he was about to do something he hated very much.Fleta knew that Senior Malfoy was proud by nature, and he must feel uncomfortable doing this kind of work driven by others, so he took Draco's cold hand and smiled slightly at him.

Draco looked down at him, staring at the goofy little face for a while, finally feeling better.He really doesn't like the feeling of being dominated, some people should be born to be superior.He didn't shake off Fletta's hand, as if he was a little attached to the temperature of his hand, and there was an inexplicable feeling between his brows, and the emotions contained in it would be shocking if he saw it.

"I'm going out tomorrow. You stay in school well. If you are still a Slytherin student, don't deduct points from the house and don't put in confinement. If you have anything, you can tell me when I come back." Draco The voice exhorted in a low voice.

"Going out? Sir, where are you going?" Fletta was a little surprised. Unless Hogwarts is on vacation, the all-boarding school (1) does not allow students to leave.

"Hogsmeade. It's almost like a hand-in-hand picnic." Draco said this activity deliberately childishly, trying to express that he was not interested in this activity, with a smirk on his face.

But there was a more immature cub in front of him: "Hogsmeade! Outing OAO!!"

Draco: "..."

"Wow, I think I heard from Vincent that there are so many interesting places there, as well as Honeydukes! I bet there will be new coconut ice cream balls on the market!" After finishing speaking, he paused, a little frustrated "But you can't go below the third grade, right..."

"One point for Slytherin." Draco gave him a cold look.

"Why only one point!" Fletta smiled and shook the hands they held together, "At least three hundred points should be added to make up for our lost Academy Cup. Oh yes, Plus one hundred points, now I can spend whatever I want in the dean's class, let's explode ten cauldrons to have fun!"

"Have you taken your medicine today, son?"

"I don't take medicine, I want sweets. I'm sorry I can't go to Hogsmeade sir, and I hope you don't mind bringing some coconut ice cream candy to your dear boy after you've had a good time?"

"It's a good idea." Draco sneered, "Why don't you spend another year and buy it yourself next year?"

"But this one won't be new next year. Maybe you can buy it on the train cart. Why should I go to Hogsmeade?"

"Good logic, one point for Slytherin."

Fleta smiled and leaned against his forehead and rubbed his arm, and suddenly he walked around Draco's sharp eyes and saw some people appeared at the corner of the stairs, there were at least seven or eight of them.Due to the positioning problem, these people have not been exposed to Draco's sight, but they will soon, and only need the prefect to turn his head slightly.Most of them seemed to be Gryffindors... maybe a few Ravenclaws?Now Umbridge has issued a ban prohibiting the gathering of more than three people. If they are found, these people will face confinement, followed by lynching punishment.Fletta's heart softened a little, the healed scar on his left hand still seemed to be aching, he sighed in his heart, okay.

"Draco, I'm hungry." Fleta said softly, raising her head.

"You had lunch two hours ago, boy," Draco said dryly.

"Maybe I'm hungry after doing my homework... I'm growing up." Fletta smiled, "Why don't we go back and follow that road to the auditorium, since we can patrol the school and I can get some cake to eat ... let's go!"

Draco was pulled back and turned back, completely missing the group of people behind the stairs: "It was a mistake to take you out, little troll."

Fleta was relieved. Hermione was nice to him and taught him homework several times in the library before. Ginny would greet him every time she met him alone. Harry was also very friendly to him.He didn't know why he didn't want the person he liked to have too much conflict with these people, so Fleta bent her bright gray eyes and said sincerely: "Thank you, sir."

Draco frowned: "Why are you thanking me?"

"Well... maybe it's because I like you the most."

The author has something to say:*

About Hogwarts.

Britain is known as a rotten country, everyone knows...

British aristocratic boarding schools for boys are almost...gay's paradise...

Some pretty boys will have a sleeve off before they graduate...

don't ask me why i know

I've seen...GV on this topic

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