[hp] Dragon Training

Looking at the silver-haired boy, Slughorn felt more and more that he looked unusual, very different from the average student.So the professor's eyes became more and more appreciative, seeing him very satisfied and distinguishing the key points of this student in his heart: "No...it's nothing...it's nothing...you are very good!"

Fleta felt weird, Draco pulled his clothes under the table when he was about to speak, and when he looked back at him, he looked like he was seriously making potions.

After the professor left, Fletta whispered, "What are you pulling me for?"

"About your family background, you don't have to tell others too clearly in the future."

"But there's nothing to say..." Fletta puffed up her face and thought for a while, "I have almost no contact with my uncle and his family, and my father is an ordinary person in normal times. The entire family has been exterminated over there long ago, and it is so miserable that it makes people cry... Isn't this clear enough?"

"Are you an idiot?" Draco shook the test tube, watched the liquid change color and said casually, "Why would you refuse the privilege when someone would look up to you without making any effort?"

"privilege?"

Draco chuckled, "Idiot."

The reward for this class undoubtedly fell into the hands of Fletta in the end. He looked at the small bottle containing Felicity Elixir in his hand and was a little curious, wondering if this would really have any strange effect.Draco's potion was also very good. Although it was not as fast as Fletta's one-size-fits-all, it could be regarded as a perfect completion of the potion.He carefully poured his potion of the living dead into a Erlenmeyer flask and sealed it. After a sigh of relief, he began to collect his books and prepare to go to class.

Draco had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class next, and he had always been serious about Professor Snape's class. It wasn't that the professor had always been partial, he was really the best student.

Fleta poked him: "Senior?"

"Huh? Hurry up, I still have something to do."

The little boy rolled his eyes and stuffed the Felicity Potion into his hand.

Draco was taken aback for a moment, and then realized what he meant with a playful smile on his face: "You want to send me? Why? This is your prize."

"I just want to give you something good, can't I?" Fleta said with a smile, and handed him a stirring stick for him to put away.

Draco picked up the Elixir of Felicity, and looked at the small bottle of potion by the light. The texture was extremely clear, and it contained strange magic power. It was one of the finest potions, and only one drop could change the mysterious Another mysterious fate.But what fate does he, Draco Malfoy, need to change?It's very clichéd to say: he has the best background, the best looks, the best family, the best study, and... He glanced at the little monster who collected the schoolbag.

He used the Transfiguration Charm to conjure a soft string, tied the small bottle into a pendant, and whispered a long spell on it.Until the whole bottle began to glow with some faint and soft silver light, Draco looked a little satisfied, and reached out to bring this special "pendant" around Fleta's neck.

Fletta was obviously taken aback, and took a look at the small bottle hanging around his neck: "You don't want it, sir."

"I do not need."

"But... I want to give it to you..." Fletta scratched her head in trouble, "I want to give you a gift, but I don't know what to give? Senior, if you don't want this, what do you want? Is it?"

Draco bundled up the book and carried it in his hand, glanced at him and thought for a while: "Fleta."

"Ok?"

"do you like me?"

"I like it!" The boy's eyes lit up.

Draco smiled: "Then please continue to like it."

Fletta felt her heartbeat stop for a moment, and stared blankly at the senior going out.Suddenly he felt his face was a little hot, he put his hands on his face and took a few deep breaths, feeling like he couldn't breathe.A smile appeared on Fleta's face, trying to calm down her heart that had accelerated after it stopped beating.

Because there is no class in the morning, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the sixth grade is dangerous. Of course, Draco will not take him to take it, and Professor Snape will definitely look down upon Fletta and teach him, because This class is not open to all teachers and students in the school.Fletta walked on the road to Hogwarts, bouncing around, so happy that she flew up.

That's when he saw Luna walking up and down the other side of the wall, trying to touch the wall with her hands.Fleta smiled and said, "Luna? What are you doing?"

When Luna heard someone calling him, she froze for a moment, her ethereal eyes were a little dazed, and finally saw Fletta and said in her unique soft voice: "I'm looking for something..."

"Looking for something? Are you harassing a horsefly or a cricket?" Fleta said with a smile, "Do you need me to help you?"

"Haunter Gadfly? What's that?" Luna looked at the sky. Today's weather is fine, and the sky is blue on a rare sunny day in England. Brain... I still like a clean sky, there is always something blocking my view, making the sky not blue, always gray..."

Fletta was confused after listening for a long time. Looking at Luna's golden hair mixed with some brown, she felt that it seemed to be more orderly than the messy one before.He picked a word he could understand and asked, "Do you like the blue sky?"

"I like...of course..." Luna looked down at the badge on her chest, the embroidered badge had an eagle come to life on a blue background, which was the Ravenclaw logo.

Fletta thought for a while: "I like green too, maybe because I'm a Slytherin?"

Luna raised her head and looked at him with a slight smile. If she dressed up a little, she must be a beautiful girl: "I saw a snake..."

"snake?"

"A student from your college, girl, with green badges and snakes on her chest..." Luna thought for a while, her eyes became ethereal again, "Is she looking for something too? What is she looking for? The singing elf told me that she There is a secret..."

"A girl from our academy?" Fletta was stunned, who could it be.But Luna was willing to stop talking, and walked forward while touching the wall.Looking at her back, the third-year Slytherin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

He almost ran all the way back to the Slattery cellar in a hurry, and ran into the girls' dormitory regardless of the etiquette, until he reached the third-year dormitory floor, stood at the door of a room, took a deep breath and I was ready to knock on the door.

However, no one responded to him.

Fleta's heart was getting heavier and heavier, feeling that inexplicable ominous premonition was getting heavier and heavier.Just as he was about to knock on the door again, a voice came from behind him: "Is there anything you can do for me?"

Fletta was startled, and saw Catherine standing behind him, looking at him expressionlessly.

"I... I see you didn't come to class today... Where did you go?"

"There is no class this morning, Fletta." Catherine said flatly, "You were taken to Potions class by the Chairman, right? The Potions class for seniors was too profound, so I didn't understand it so I didn't go."

"Then where have you been?"

For a moment, Fletta felt that Catherine looked at him a little strangely, and the boy felt that it was very strange, because he had never been seen by this girl like this.Catherine was silent for a second: "I think staying in the dormitory is too boring. Slytherin's dormitory is always dark, isn't it? I wanted to go out for a walk, so I just took a walk."

"Um...then have you met Luna? Luna Lovegood?" Fleta didn't know why he asked this question, but he always felt that something was wrong. He felt that the Slytherin that Luna said he met The girl is Catherine, but there is no definite evidence.

"No," Catherine frowned slightly. She was no longer that little girl in the first grade. Girls always develop faster than boys. At this moment, she has already shown a bit of beauty. "Just walking around and meeting no one. Fleta, is that why you came to me?"

Freita paused, then shook his head: "Not just."

"then you……"

"I just miss you, my friend." Fletta raised her head, with a gentle smile in her eyes, "Beginning this semester, I feel that you have something on your mind, and you are a little estranged from me. You are my first love in this school." One of the people I know, and one of the people I care about. Catherine, how are you lately? I'm really worried about you."

The girl didn't expect him to say that, and raised her eyes to look at him in a little surprise.But when she came into contact with his gray eyes, Catherine's brows could no longer be frowned, and she was silent for two seconds before replying: "I'm fine, I'm fine. I think girls at a certain age will always be troubled by some inexplicable things." Complicated things worry, no one can tell. Thank you, but don't worry, I can handle it, Fleta."

"Need a hug?

"If possible." Catherine smiled.

Fleta reached out to give his friend a hug, but Catherine pushed him away like lightning before touching him.The girl felt a burning pain in her palm, as if she had touched something extremely hot and dangerous.

"Fleta! What are you carrying?" Catherine asked him with wide eyes.

"No..." Fletta was stunned for a moment, and suddenly took out the small bottle of Felicia Pendant from his neck. Even in the dark environment, there was a soft silver light on it, as if with some A force of positive protection. "Oh, you mean this?"

The girl looked at the pendant and took a deep breath. There was some fear in her eyes, and her whole body began to tremble.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

"Is this, Mrs. Hill gave it to you?"

"No, it's Professor Slughorn... Oh, and it passed through Draco's hands. I gave it to him and he returned it to me." Fletta smiled, "It's a pity, but I kind of hope he takes it."

However, Catherine seemed unwilling to listen to this anymore. She shook her head, opened the door directly and entered the room, and slammed the door hard in front of Fleta.

The boy stood there in a daze, without reacting for a long time.After thinking about it for a while, he realized to his dismay that he might have been abandoned by his friends...

During lunch, the Chairman discussed with several members of the Slytherin student union about student discipline, and how to properly and cheerfully deduct points from Gryffindor without abusing power.

Bradley, a fifth-grade student, said: "Since Umbridge left the school last year, some of the students in the school have been liberated - although I don't agree with the woman's behavior, she is at least in some way. To a certain extent, it restrains the rioters, doesn't it?"

"Listen to what you said?" A girl shook her head, "You actually praised that old hag."

Bradley raised his eyebrows: "I didn't, I mean we might be able to add some regulations, which are within the power of the student union, these prohibitions Slytherin people will not commit, but Gryffindor's will, and then the school will Justifiably deducting points from them!"

Draco showed an interested smile: "Let's hear it, Bradley."

Bradley said a little proudly: "For example, points are deducted for being late, but Slytherin is never late!"

Draco's smile disappeared immediately, and he lowered his eyelids to signal Fletta beside him: "We may deduct all points, the risk is too great."

"Then... we can issue some food reduction orders, asking not to go to the kitchen to steal food after midnight. Don't Gryffindors always like to take risks?"

Goyle and Crabbe slapped the table and glared at Bradley.

"Then, what about not being allowed to chase and fight in the corridor?"

"The first-year children will lose all points because of this, all four colleges. Okay, stop making trouble."

In the end, Bradley went the same way, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chairman, what do you say, talking about conspiracies and tricks, wouldn't it be better for you to plan to be the mastermind?"

"This sentence doesn't sound very nice, but I think it's because you praised me so I won't retaliate against you." The silver tableware in front of Draco was shining, and he poured himself a glass of water, "I'm not very I like to continue Umbridge's routine. Extremes lead to opposites. It is not a good idea to push people too tightly against the wall. In fact, I have already sat in the position of chairman, so I don't want to think about conspiracies and tricks. , After all, I already have the strength to face the person I hate, and there is no doubt that I will win."

"Yes, yes." Bradley smiled flatteringly.

Draco didn't even look at him, and said casually: "Instead of thinking about deducting points for others, let's think about how to add points now."

Bradley had a bright idea: "You mean, Quidditch in the near future?"

"The championship that was lost because of Umbridge last year should be brought back this year." Draco nodded, as if talking about a very common thing, which was a bit like a cool king, "And this year we The batsman is also much stronger than last year, after all, the change in height is not a small advantage in sports-am I right, Mr. Fleta?"

Fletta was still a little depressed because of what happened in the morning, and even though he was eating, he was still out of his mind. He was scalded by the boiling corn soup when his senior called him so, and it was difficult to spit out a mouthful of soup in his mouth. When I fell down, hot tears came out.

The boy stuck out a bright red tip of his tongue, and looked at his senior with teary eyes.Draco's heart softened at his sight, and he unconsciously handed out the clear water in his hand.Fletta didn't think there was anything wrong with holding the water that the senior had drunk, even if the people next to him looked straight at it, after all, no one dared to share the same tableware with Mr. Malfoy. I just don't want to live anymore.

"What were you thinking just now?" Draco frowned at him.

Fleta shook her head, the scalded tears almost didn't come out.

Draco's face turned ugly for a moment, thinking that something sad happened to him, which made this shameless little guy so sad, his heart sank, and his tone was a little heavy: "Who made you Sad, tell me, I will make him regret it."

Fletta pointed to the small silver bowl in front of him: "I want to see how you make the corn soup regret it."