[hp] Dragon Training

Because Umbridge had been expelled from the school and was unable to hold the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the professor of this class became vacant for a while.But what is pleasing is that as soon as Umbridge left the school, Dumbledore successfully invited back Flitwick, who had been angered before. The return of this veteran professor is undoubtedly gratifying.

At the school dinner, everyone gave warm applause to him who appeared after the door opened.In this happy situation, Dumbledore first welcomed the return of Professor Flitwick and was very happy that he was willing to continue his position as Professor of Charms.After that, Dumbledore announced that the remaining few Defense Against the Dark Arts courses of this semester will be completed by Professor Cecilia White Hill, because her teaching contract with the school is signed by the school. at the end of the term.

After two seconds of silence, even bigger applause appeared in the auditorium. They were a little worried that they would not be able to see Mrs. Hill again. It is undoubtedly happier to have this professor teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts. God knows they have How long has it been since you picked up a wand in this class?They were finally able to attend class as the semester drew to a close!

When Pansy saw Fretta, he gave him a hug, then Daphne, then Lolita... Anyway, all the Slytherin girls hugged him.He was almost overwhelmed by the smell of Xiangpengpeng's perfume, and he told the people who kept questioning him that he was just a day trip to the Ministry of Magic, and he just killed a few monsters by the way. nothing.

Almost no one in the academy knew about his Animagus, and Hufflepuff witness Colin Conrad felt that it was not worth publicizing, so he didn't tell everyone about what happened that day.Such a kind behavior prevented everyone in the school from knowing Fleta's secret, let alone treating him as a different kind to reject him.

Fletta was a little moved when he saw everyone who was very enthusiastic about him, but he didn't know why he felt that Draco was slightly neglecting him these days.Fleta was a little nervous, he walked over and found that Draco was staring at the water in the silver cup in front of him in a daze, would he be in a daze too?

The boy thought for a while and said: "My uncle said that I can go back to France to play anytime in the future."

Draco looked at the silver cup, and it took him a long time to respond: "...um."

Fletta felt a little empty: "Uncle Lucius has become a minister, congratulations."

This time the senior ignored him, and kept silent thinking about something.Fleta was a little anxious. He tilted his head on the table and said, "Draco, please excuse me."

As a result, Draco stood up and walked out, and Pansy also felt that he was in a strange mood today: "Hey, little bastard, where are you going?"

As a result, Draco also did not reply, his wizard robe flipped up like a black sea wave, and disappeared from the auditorium in a blink of an eye.Although Fletta was sad, he still stood up and chased him. Salazar Slytherin said that when a Slytherin flirts with you, you must not be shameless (???).They left the auditorium before dinner was over, Draco walking as fast as the wind.

It's not that Draco is nervous today, it's mainly because he has too many things to face at once.Since his father became a minister, the division of factions has become complicated. On the surface, his father and godfather are Death Eaters, but secretly they have gradually begun to divide their relationship with the Dark Lord. If father needs Finding someone to support him, just choosing an ally is very complicated.

All kinds of heavy burdens and responsibilities have forced the young head of the family to change from an arrogant, blind and ignorant child to a silent and introverted one. Under his calm appearance, he is always thinking about various difficulties and even retreats.

Draco thought: The Dark Lord is bound to come back, so what was he looking for that day in the basement of the Ministry of Magic?A prophecy ball that belongs to him?Has the Dark Lord encountered any dilemma that needs to be pointed out by prophecy?In the end they had a big fight and almost destroyed the place, wondering if the Dark Lord got what he wanted.If he got it, what method would he choose to deal with them in the future?

Assuming all his worries are true, on the surface they may be restricted by their status as Death Eaters, but secretly they have to beware of the consequences of crazy revenge after they betray the Dark Lord.The tree attracts the wind, and now the Malfoy family is not what it used to be, and the power has far exceeded that of the past. There has been an endless stream of jealous and peeping people, and it is hard to say that there will be no danger.

Suddenly a hand grabbed him behind his back, Fleta's light gray eyes looked extremely anxious: "Tell me, what happened? Talk to me, okay?"

... By the way, there is also this little brat.

Draco was a little annoyed: "It's none of your business, you don't need to worry about it."

"Your business is my business, tell me, can I help you?" Fleta said sincerely.

Draco was silent for a second, and suddenly laughed: "My business is your business? You are too confident, Mr. Hill, when did I get so close to you? Sorry, please allow me to tell you This sentence expresses disagreement."

What is going on?Fletta was a little dazed. Why did this person suddenly change? There must be something wrong.He lowered his voice: "I have always been very close to you, I like you the most, can't you feel it?"

Draco looked into his eyes and felt a little soft in his heart, but there was still no expression on his face, and the words he said were even icy: "Since your uncle wants you to go back to France, why don't you listen to him and go back and be a peace of mind?" Little prince? Is it not good to live your life in peace? You should be the life of the rich and powerful!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, but the next second he was pulled back, Draco was a little anxious and wanted to curse, but the next moment he was pushed against the wall by Fletta, the child was obviously two heads shorter than him but Putting his hands on his side with difficulty and tenaciously, he firmly circled Draco between him and the wall and could not move...

…Damn it, Draco could have easily pushed him away if he wanted to, Fleta was two heads shorter than him!It's just that he was a little shocked, what is this little rascal going to do, has the little dwarf eaten the guts of the ambitious leopard! ? (1)

However, he heard Fleta's crying voice, which was almost choked up, as if speaking extremely hard.Draco's heart softened as soon as he heard it, and he couldn't say anything to hurt him anymore. He reached out his hand hesitantly and wanted to touch his head, but he hung in the air and didn't know how to put it down.

"Sir, I don't know if something happened to you or if you really hate me. I don't know if you have any reason or if you really don't want to see me again. I don't know anything. But you only need to know two things. Fleta sniffed hard.

"First, I am Fleta Hill, not a descendant of the White family, not a French nobleman, not a dragon-shaped Animagus. Just Fleta Hill."

"Second, Freita Hill, Draco Malfoy is my favorite."

For a long time, Draco's hand froze there, he could almost touch his hair a few inches lower, but he didn't.

He put his hands directly on the back of Fletta's head and pressed his whole body into his arms. He lowered his head and nose and touched his hair lightly. Way, when he finally opened his eyes, the gray-blue pupils were bottomless, he took a deep breath: "I..."

Fletta twitched, hugged him and rubbed vigorously: "Please...don't stay too far away from me."

Draco found himself unable to say what he wanted to say: "I..."

"Don't hate me...I like you, I like you the most..."

Draco was silent for two seconds, and finally heaved a long sigh and hugged him tightly: "Idiot, don't keep grabbing my words..."

Suddenly he didn't want to worry about anything anymore. He didn't mind being an enemy to anyone, and he didn't mind fighting with anyone. For a moment, he just wanted to hold the child in his arms and not let go, just to watch quietly Watching him grow up little by little, watching him keep saying that he likes him, but walking with him every time.

Fletta finally stopped crying. He raised his head to look at the senior with red eyes: "Can I still go to your house to play during the summer vacation?"

"...If I refuse, you will continue to cry."

"Yes." Fleta said firmly.

"Then what else can I say. You are disgusting, like a little girl." Draco's voice was very soft, he took off his gloves and touched his face with his slender fingertips, feeling the hand The remaining moisture softened into mud in my heart.

Fletta retorted: "Where is the little girl disgusting? Or do you think the little girl is disgusting? Senior, you have a problem."

"..."

"I, did I say something wrong, Draco, don't look at me like that, I didn't mean it, don't hit me."

"No... I just feel that what you said is right..." Draco suddenly realized the change in himself, without any expression on his face, and said numbly, "Stop talking, I suddenly feel a little sad."

"?"

"Come on...go back, boy."

"Oh OO"

……

Harry stood in Dumbledore's headmaster's office, nervously awaiting his meeting with the headmaster.However, Dumbledore didn't make him so nervous. Like an ordinary old man, the old headmaster fed his phoenix first, and saw that it was eating happily with a happy expression on its face.

After feeding the birds, he started feeding the children. He picked up a whole basin of snack candies and put them in front of Harry, treating him like a treat.But Harry is not a kid like Fletta anymore, he smiled and didn't really eat the sweets, but said very sadly: "I'm sorry, professor."

Dumbledore looked surprised: "Why?"

"I, I pointed my wand at you and nearly killed you. If I did, I'll never forgive myself."

Dumbledore grabbed one or two stuffed toffees and gave himself a share. Harry said: "The reason why you feel sad is because you are a kind child with a soft heart. Although you are sometimes impulsive, you are always Thinking about others."

Harry forced a smile, and heard Dumbledore continue: "Actually, I want to apologize to you, Harry, I have long been aware of the connection between you and Tom Riddle, I thought as long as you If he can sever or work hard enough to learn Occlumency, then he probably won't stand a chance."

"But in fact I was wrong. My mistakes almost killed you, almost made you never find yourself again."

"No, Professor. It was you who made me find myself." Harry smiled sincerely, "From the moment I came to Hogwarts, you helped me on the right path, so I haven't Devoured by Voldemort."

Dumbledore sighed calmly, showing a deep smile: "You have grown up, Harry. However, I always remember the first time I saw you, and I couldn't help but watch you grow up a little bit." Do not admit that you are old."

When Harry thought it was the sorting house, he smiled slightly and recalled that night in the brightly lit auditorium: "You are still very young, Professor. The crystal phoenix flying that night was very cool, please teach me to do that if you have a chance method." However, what Dumbledore said was that he put the infant Harry in front of the Dursleys' door 15 years ago.

Dumbledore nodded: "I called you here this time because I have something to give you."

As he spoke, he took out a prophecy ball under Harry's gaze, and Harry stared wide-eyed as Dumbledore handed it to him: "I thought...it was broken that night. "

"This is also a memory of yours. Miss Granger is agile and pretends to be very good." Dumbledore showed a slightly playful look. "Although it is very precious, I really want to keep it. But Gryffindor's curiosity makes me want to know what is said in it." Harry looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation. This is his thing, and he has the right to dispose of it himself.So Harry stood up and smashed the glass ball directly on the coffee table. There was a clear sound of glass shattering in the room for a moment, followed by a low whisper.

"He who conquers the Dark Lord has come

Born into a family that defeated darkness three times

the end of july the sound of his cries

He is the dark lord's lifelong rival

The darkness cannot know his ability

invincible nemesis

The black relatives are your help

The hope of tears from lifeless eyes

The remaining resentment, the crime that cannot fade away in this life

only one survives

The only one left is an undead

......"

Harry's face was pale. Hearing this prophecy, he could understand most of the meaning of the previous words, which probably meant that he was Voldemort's old enemy and nemesis.But in the end, there was something inexplicable and I couldn't catch my head, the black relative?Is it Sirius?Will Sirius help him defeat Voldemort?Harry repeated quietly: "...Only one person can survive, and the remaining one becomes an undead?"

Dumbledore looked at him quietly without saying a word. He sighed deeply for a long time, because even he had no way of controlling the mysteries of the future, and he couldn't understand the meaning of the last few words of the prophet.Maybe they won't realize it until everything happens, and I just hope it's not too late by then.

……

The Dark Lord sat on the icy throne, watching Bellatrix respectfully hand him a prophecy ball.

Voldemort smiled terribly on his pale face: "Well done, Bella, you always make me proud."

After receiving the compliment, Bellatrix's face glowed with ecstasy, "I would do anything for you, master!"

"Then, step back." Voldemort immediately withdrew the expression on his face, "I want to hear this prophecy alone."

Bella was a little sad and anxious: "Master, don't you trust me..."

"Get out!"

Bella didn't dare to say anything, and immediately got down on her knees: "Yes, yes, master, Bella is wrong. Bella is a rude servant." Sadly, the former domineering young lady of the Black family, The once-famous beauty has become emaciated after being tortured by Azkaban and the years, and now she is humbled by Voldemort like a house-elf.

After Bellatrix retreated, Voldemort raised his hand and threw the prophecy ball to the ground. After a crisp glass shattering sound, a mist slowly drifted out from it.

"You are a born king

you are the source of all evil

Blood flows black and white

The past made you sad

black eyes bring you light

The fall of platinum makes you crazy

The Seven Unattainable Fail You

Immortality may be destroyed

Revisiting the Planned Dead

is an important turning point in fate

bring everything back to perfection

Success or failure is here

Break the deadlock of silence. "

Voldemort sat alone on the cold throne, thinking silently alone.After listening to this ambiguous language, I don't know how much time has passed, he stood up again, the smile on his face was chilling but with a sense of pride in winning the game.

……

【Hogwarts Slytherin common room】

Standing by the French window, Draco couldn't help but shudder, and an ominous sense of foreboding surged into his heart for a moment.His gray-blue eyes widened suddenly, and he felt the hairs on his back stand on end.

It was the first time he had such a feeling of trembling and fear since he was a child, as if something extremely terrible was about to happen.Standing by the French window, he repeatedly turned the memories in his mind over and over again, thinking that he must have missed some important clues, there must be something strange that he had overlooked, but the memory was like a ball of yarn without lint, which made people feel completely lost. There is no way to start.Draco was inexplicably flustered by that feeling of fear, but he had no clue.

No...you have to think about it...you have to...

At this time, a soft voice came from behind him: "Sir, I'm so sleepy..."

Fleta sat by the common room fireplace, dazed by the warmth of the fire.He saw Draco standing there with his back to him, and a second later he reached up and pulled the curtains of the French windows firmly shut.

"Go to sleep when you're sleepy, who told you to gossip with Pansy and the others after 09:30?" Draco looked at the dazed child sitting on the green sofa in pajamas and holding a green pillow, and watched him being beaten The light of the fire turned the whole person into orange, and then yawned like a little panda, almost bubbling sleepily.When Draco saw such a scene, all the coldness and fear disappeared in an instant, and he became very stable in his heart for no reason.

Because he decided that no matter what happens in the future, he will always guard this scene.

The author has something to say: (1)

why draco became mature

The children of the nobles headed home early

Responsibility

Why do you want to push Fleta away?

Because I feel responsible for him

Why let him be embarrassed by himself

backstage so hard

Wouldn't it be better to hide in France?

Then I was walled off by the little dwarf hahahahahahaha

make you crazy.

Are you bent?

snort!

****

So as of today, Order of the Phoenix is ​​finished

Time to move on to the next chapter

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Half-Blood Prince

It was supposed to be how they learned about Voldemort's secret.

What price did Lao Deng pay?

Now I have to write something else

I'm so excited

roar roar roar roar

no, can't laugh

A smile reveals everything...

thick thick thick

It can only be said that those two prophecies are a spoiler and foreshadowing of the next one...

You sure can't understand

because I don't understand myself

rhyme for writing

I have used all my skills in writing yellow poems...

Encourage me!

because of strong demand

Decided to conceive a girly stalk

The following is a trial reading fragment, just write and write.

It's okay if you don't like it... I force you to read it, um, it's just that capricious.

【French Rattle Family】

Yasa Rattle looked at his housekeeper Ai Wen with a numb face, and Ai Wen also looked at him with a numb face.

Although Yasa is only 11 years old this year, it does not mean that his ears have developed problems: "What do you think I want to do?"

Alvin: "Wear a skirt, master."

"I refuse." Yasa touched his forehead, hoping that he hadn't been burned out and had auditory hallucinations. "Give me a reason to be a little publicity, and let me laugh at you hard."

"Because you want to marry, young master."

"I refuse." Asa looked numb.

"You can't." Ivan said with a paralyzed face, "The magical blood of the Rattle family is on the verge of exhaustion. You are the last descendant of this generation to show magic power. Your sister Chris has been proven to be an ordinary person. If you want to save the family crisis, you need to get married."

Yasa is helpless, there is no human rights, this is it."Do I still have a choice?" he asked.

"Yes, you can choose who to marry."

"Tell me and listen."

"There are two types. We have prepared a strong Siberian saber-toothed bear and a young master of the Ramel family for you."

"……what?"

"Sun Bear, or get married?"

"..." Asa fell silent for a long time, he waved his big hand generously, and said as if dying, "Bring the skirt to me for a try!"

Book Three: The Half-Blood Prince