[hp] Dragon Training

The Hogwarts flags are fluttering today and the students are in high spirits. The autumn air is clear and the sky is high and the clouds are clear. With a fervent sports spirit in our hearts, we welcome the annual sports meeting, um, the Quidditch House Cup.

The Slytherins were all ready to go, and everyone picked up their brooms and got ready.Next came the captain's routine speech. The tallest platinum-haired young man in the team stood in front of the rest of the team. His tone was neither serious nor heavy, and he only said one sentence: "If you lose, don't come back."

The Slytherin players tensed up, raised their chins slightly and shouted proudly and respectfully: "Yes, your highness!" (1)

Draco: "..."

The captain took a step forward and slapped Fletta on the head: "Is it you who called me?"

Fletta was still struggling with the strap on his wrist, and was cut short: "I don't! It's Blaise!"

"Don't pay too much attention to it, you can regard this as a kind of oath before the battle." Blaise smiled and bowed to salute under Draco's inorganic gaze: "Your Highness, please bring us victory."

"Of course." Draco twitched his lips contemptuously.

The Announcer was in the stands, using at least ten Amplifying Charms to ensure that his voice could reach every corner of the Quidditch pitch.Today is the final of the Academy Cup. As usual, it is Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. One is a well-educated old school with good sports and bad reputation. A sports specialty academy that relies on playing to score New Year's Eve.At this time, gold red and silver green fill the entire arena, and the two deadly rivals with two different styles are about to fight again!

Seeing the Slytherin players coming out, the announcer turned up several levels of excitement, pointed at them and shouted to all the teachers and students in the school: "Look! That's the Slytherin Quidditch team, they are marching firmly. Walking towards us! With a confident smile on their faces! Their slogan is: Slytherin, that’s good! Let us believe that they will create good results in this Academy Cup!"

Slytherins: "..."

Nat had a disgusted expression on his face: "Slytherin, it's just good? What the hell is this!"

Blaise laughed so hard that he was about to fall down, grabbed his shoulder and patted him hard a few times.

The dark-skinned announcer became happier as he spoke. Professor McGonagall coughed several times to remind him, but he still seemed to have more to say.He pointed at the Gryffindor who appeared on the other side of the stage, and Harry was startled by his sudden finger, and he looked like a green-eyed chick in the crowd of teachers and students in the school.He swallowed his throat, took a deep breath and walked into the arena as calmly as possible.

"Look! The Gryffindor team is coming to us next! Today they are full of energy and heroic! They are ready to show their talents in this Academy Cup! Gryffindor has always had a good style of unity and bravery, and will always strive for the first place They never give up! Look, how neat and heroic their steps are! May they show their talents and realize themselves in this Academy Cup! Let us applaud their every effort and cheer for their hard work! Their slogan is: Gryffindor, so much fun!"

Gryffindor: "..."

Ron was trembling nervously, poking Harry: "When did we have a slogan?"

Harry was also a little speechless, the announcer was from Gryffindor, so naturally he was biased towards them, but this bias seemed to be a bit too much, which made him feel uncomfortable: "They made it up by themselves, it is said that people from the student union thought of it. Gryffindor is this, Hufflepuff is giving you magic, Ravenclaw is my hardest... well, let’s not talk, I want to laugh.”

Ron was dumbfounded, looked at Harry and said, "We've got to try, Hermione is watching us."

"Well, and Ginny."

"What's Ginny?"

"...Uh." Harry looked at the sky, "It's nothing."

Ron felt something was wrong, and wanted to ask something vigilantly, but Professor McGonagall in the stands finally couldn't bear the lecturer's nonsense, grabbed the loudspeaker and shouted: "The game begins!"

Students stood in the stands to voice their solidarity and cheer for the teams they supported.The players take their positions on broomsticks, floating in the air as Mrs. Lori throws a Bludger to free the Snitch.

Draco stared at the snitch that hadn't been released for a moment, the pupils in his gray-blue eyes were congealed: "Boy, are you afraid?"

"No, with you here, what am I afraid of?" Freita smiled slightly. "I will always trust you, just as you will always be excellent."

"Can you still deliver victory to me?" Draco asked softly. "Like last year?"

When Fletta heard about it, she immediately rolled up her sleeves: "Senior, what kind of ball do you like? I'll hit it for you in minutes!"

The gentle smile on the senior's face relieved the serious and stiff face caused by the competition, and he was almost happy.Draco looked away from the snitch, and glanced at Fleta, his eyes were like cold stars shining after a snowy night, and his outline was like a god baptized in the moonlight: "No, this time I will win the victory myself and bring it to you, bring it to you."

Fletta was stunned for a moment, seeing that he was a little dazed, and finally smiled brightly: "Then, Your Highness, anyone who dares to block your triumphant return, I will wipe it out for you!"

The Golden Snitch flapped its wings in an instant and soared into the sky, and the Bludger ran around the court like a madman.The cheers of the students gathered into a sea of ​​joy, and the red and green players flew in the sky like streamers.

Draco's flying dragon was like a pale golden shooting star in the sky, and the broom specially designed for Seekers showed its professionalism and toughness at this moment. At least in Harry's eyes, Malfoy and He distanced himself.But Mr. Potter's Firebolt is by no means a decoration. The broom, as its name suggests, is like flying sparks, chasing Draco closely.

"Nat!" Blaise reminded his teammates. After receiving the signal, Nat turned the broom directly, and raised his hand to receive the Quaffle from his teammates.

Nat yelled, "Zabini, you're too slow!" The dexterity of the Nimbus allowed him to avoid the interception of Gryffindor suitor Angelina, and the tall boy raised his hand and threw the Quaffle with all his might. Goal, but obviously Merlin didn't give Slytherin a lucky bonus. Gryffindor's goalkeeper Ron intercepted the ball from a dangerous angle.

Blaise yelled, "Nat, you're so good!"

Nat was not reconciled: "Who knows what kind of stimulant Weasley's red fur mole took, he blocked us a few times!"

Professor McGonagall was very angry when he heard his personal attack on his classmate, and deducted ten points from Slytherin as a warning.Nat slammed the air hard, but time was ticking as he spun his broom and chased after Angelina, who had regained her Quaffle.

The seeker is biting back and forth, the pursuer is entangled with the opponent, and the hitter?Fleta rode the silver star, dodging the Gryffindor Bludger that was thrown at him, and the strange bite of the ball barely brushed Fleta's cheek, leaving a red mark.Fletta's eyes popped up in an instant, and he turned his head to stare fiercely at the batter. The batter was intimidated by his liquid gold eyes, and he stopped for a moment.

The next second, Gore hit the Bludger back, knocking the hitter off the broom.

"Nice job! Gregory!" Fleta yelled, chasing the Bludger for fear that it would hit his teammate.

"Stuart!" Harry, as the captain, was worried about whether his teammates were injured. After seeing Stuart fell into the bunker intact, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Be prepared to defend Ron!"

Ron defended a Quaffle again: "Of course! Brother!"

However, Draco, the captain of the Snake Academy, still didn't say a word, as if he only had the golden snitch in his eyes.Seeing him like this, Harry had an ominous premonition in his heart. He lived with a lion in his heart, but now he was afraid of the venom of the snake.Malfoy who is single-minded, what a terrifying existence that must be!

Blaise snatched the ball away from Gryffindor again. His hands and feet were flexible and he was still walking on the ground at a height of tens of feet. He turned around and shouted: "Nat, can you do it?"

"Very good! Slytherin! It's very good! Do you understand the slogan, Zabini!" Nat frowned and flew towards Blaise. The two staggered for a moment, and Blaise's ball hit Nat again. In his hand, this made Angelina, who came to grab the ball, miss out.

Fleta frowned when she saw their anxious appearance, and looked up at Ron Weasley, who was guarding the gate. The golden pupils were instantly bright, with a kind of cold deterrence.Ron felt that someone was looking at him, and he was stunned when he turned around and saw Fleta. The boy suddenly bared his teeth like a wild beast at him. Such a deterrent made him feel fear immediately, and when he accidentally tightened his chrysanthemum, he was thrown into a ball by Nat.

Ron: "..."

Fletta succeeded in blinking, stuck out her tongue and smiled, rode Silver Star and flew towards the sky: "Gore! Gore Gore!"

"I'm not deaf!" Big Goyle made a sound like a train whistle.

"Help!"

Gore glanced around and suddenly realized what he was going to do: "Are you kidding me?"

"Dragon Knight is going to wipe out the enemies approaching the prince, why don't you give me a hand?" Fleta smiled at him with a confident and bright smile, which made even Goyle, who usually only knew about cakes and food, stare blankly for a second Clock, and immediately turned around on the broom.

The Gryffindor batsman was walking around the field to inspect the Bludger. When he found that the Bludger was about to hit his teammate, he immediately stepped forward to hit the ball, but someone was one step ahead of him.Gregory Goyle, with a dexterity not befitting his size, sent the Bludger flying in front of him with a sound that stunned the batter, and then, to his still greater surprise, later……

The announcer said in disbelief: "What! Gregory Goyle, the Slytherin batsman, hit the Bludger... on his teammate!"

Fleta pushed Silverstar's broomstick down, avoiding the Bludger from hitting him, and then slammed the Bludger flying with one hand, causing it to change direction.Just when no one could guess what he was going to do, Fletta rode Silver Star to speed up and easily caught up with the Bludger. The thin but well-proportioned muscles on the young man's arm exploded with strength and pushed the Bludger away. It flew out like a thunderbolt!

The voice was like thunder, everyone exclaimed, and immediately understood what he was going to do.

Harry was still competing with Draco for the Snitch, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the dragon's broom, but he was also one of the best Seekers, biting Malfoy's broom fingertips several times he touched the Snitch, but the next In seconds, he never expected that a sudden Bludger hit him hard.Harry felt like his stomach was about to burst, and he fell off the broom!

Draco raised his eyebrows lightly, and the next second the flying dragon sped up and easily grabbed the Golden Snitch in his hand.

The audience was silent again, and this time the silence lasted longer than last year.The announcer from Gryffindor said in a daze after a few seconds: "Draco... Draco Malfoy caught the Snitch again... the winner is... Slytherin!" Everyone cheered , The extremely exciting and unexpected game made people sigh, and the applause gathered into a sea of ​​joy.

Professor McGonagall quickly grabbed the microphone: "Hurry up, go see if Potter is okay?"

Hermione and Ginny rushed down from the stands to help Harry who had fallen into the bunker to his feet.Harry's mouth was full of sand, and he pooh-poohed several times, and he didn't look like he had anything to do, which made the two girls heave a sigh of relief.But when he raised his head and looked at the person who was riding a gold and silver broom to talk intimately in the sky, his expression was so pitiful.

Fleta wobbled on a broom and approached his senior, stretched out his hand and gestured to him.Draco rolled his eyes at him, showing an expression of being amused by him, and stretched out his hand to pat his hand.The sound of high-fives was drowned in the applause, but it made all the Slytherins who witnessed it shout excitedly again, because their academy has a pair of the best partners on the Quidditch pitch, and the tacit understanding and closeness to each other are convincing. .

"Your Highness, are you still satisfied with your knight?" Fleta looked at his senior with a smile like a little dragon who wanted to be stroked by the master.

Satisfied to now want to ride a ride you I would say?Draco stared at his grey-eyed little troll: "Your presence makes Quidditch somewhat boring to me, in fact, winning without a challenge bores me."

"Then I don't care!" Fletta raised one eyebrow, and the already-grown face gradually became clear. This raised eyebrow actually had some youthful beauty, which made Draco's heart itch to death, and suddenly he Hook over the urge to do something amazing.The young man smiled triumphantly, but his words were taken for granted, "I don't want to see Harry chasing you anymore, who allowed him to do this? My dear senior, my new master, my highness My life, with all due respect, you will always have me by your side."

The author has something to say: (1)

yes, your highness

This sentence is yes, my lord

It's what knights say when they swear an oath to the royal family.