[hp] Dragon Training

Fleta sat in the Slytherin common room, watching the fire in silence.

His usually frizzy hair was neatly combed, and his delicate face like snow porcelain was completely exposed.Flames danced in the light gray pupils, becoming as dazzling as liquid gold.Different from the school uniform and shirt that he is used to wearing, today he wore a dark gray suit for the first time. The custom-made fabric was matte in the firelight, and the beautiful trouser line made him a little shorter than Draco usually The legs also looked slender and straight.

The boy was well-dressed, with gray jewel cuffs gleaming on the cuffs of his white shirt.He felt that the neck tie was a little uncomfortable but he didn't loosen it because he wanted to look his best and wait for the man to come.Hearing the noise from the stairs, Fleta took a deep breath and stood up from the sofa. He came to the edge of the stairs and stood up, like a medieval knight waiting for the royal family.

Draco is also wearing an extremely expensive black custom-made suit tonight, which makes him extremely noble and admirable, and he is worthy of the name of the highest nobleman.His hair stood up neatly, and he wore gloves all the year round. The only decoration on his body was a silver pocket watch hanging in his pocket, with only a silver chain shining coldly exposed.Draco barely recognized Fretta standing on the stairs, but there was no second silver hair in Hogwarts.He frowned with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth: "Who are you, where did you get my little monster?"

Fletta wanted to be ashamed, so he took a light breath: "Merry Christmas, sir."

"Merry Christmas, sir." Draco looked at him down the stairs with a gentle look in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fletta looked up at him, with a smile in her voice, "You don't seem to be looking at me, but you're remembering something through me?"

"I was thinking about the little bastard two years ago. I remember that it was also Christmas, and the little bastard planned to go to the prom with me in his school uniform. After being reprimanded by me, he changed into the same dress as me. So the whole school All wondering why I'm wearing couple costumes with a baby troll."

Fleta smiled so much that he rolled his eyes, but he did see gentleness in the senior's eyes.That pair of pupils seemed to be buried in ice and snow all the year round, only when looking at him, it seemed to be re-soaked in a puddle of warm water. The warm feelings can melt the whole body just by gazing at him.

How much does he like this person?Recalling the past, I like him at this age not because he is so outstanding and good-looking, but in the darkness and strangeness, he gave a frightened self a fluorescent flash.

The boy stretched out his palms and bowed slightly to salute: "Then may I invite you to the ball, Your Highness?"

Draco looked at him with a smile or not, as if he thought he was too stupid.Finally, the senior took off the white silk glove on his right hand condescendingly, stretched it out and slapped him.

Fletta's head was slightly slapped to the side, and when he turned around he looked like a fool, and without any manners, he rushed forward with his arms and legs and hugged the senior, Sapo.Draco grabbed his face and pulled him over, stretched out a part of his arm and squinted at the past, the little boy immediately reached out to hook him knowingly, put his arms around his hand and then clinging hard to him.

The senior was rubbed against him and wanted to beat him up, his face was expressionless, but his voice was slightly smiling: "Don't make trouble."

Slughorn's Christmas party was still invited to many students, and Fletta went to the ball to find that many people were there.Not only some students he cared about, some students even continued to serve as waiters in order to be able to attend. Fletta took down a glass of beautifully colored cocktails and realized that the waiter was actually Neville Longbottom.

Neville said helplessly to him, "I'm not invited, and it's not like some people can have a partner."

"It's good to see you." Fleta nodded with a smile.

Neville felt that he wasn't lying, the young man was always sincere and didn't mince words.So the tension on his face was much less: "Me too."

Seeing Neville walking past, Fletta suddenly realized something, he turned his head in disbelief and asked Draco: "Didn't you get an invitation to the Christmas ball?"

Draco took the glass of cocktail in his hand, took a sip and frowned as if he didn't like the taste, his gray blue eyes looked at him jokingly: "You know, the professor doesn't like me."

"It's really scary. There are actually professors who don't like you." Freita paused. "So you really haven't been invited? Why didn't you say so?"

"I don't have you here?"

Hearing these words, the little silly hat felt comfortable all over, and the smile on his face immediately overflowed.Ho Ho Ho hugged his senior's waist in full bloom, the senior's face was expressionless, his following pet was so easy to pass away, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

The scene suddenly became quiet for a while, everyone looked towards the door, and some people who didn't know why followed their gazes and suddenly fixed their gazes.That's Harry Potter and his dance partner. Harry has received too much attention since he was a child, but this time everyone's eyes are not on him, but on the girl behind him.Harry Potter's dance partner is Luna Lovegood.

Luna's platinum-blond hair was as dazzling as the morning twilight piercing the darkness. Her face seemed to have been treated with several profound beauty charms. There are many books in Ravenclaw. I don't know what spell can make her sleep tonight So amazing.Luna's eyes are ethereal like a sky covered with snow, and her skin is like white jade. Tonight, she is not wearing a fancy dress, but is wearing a milky white evening dress with silver trim. She has an exquisite figure like an elf, and sapphires with silver tassels on her ears. The pendant flickered slightly in the light, making her look like a concubine rose that bloomed quietly and caught the eye.

She had such a beautiful appearance without knowing it.

Fleta took a small breath, not even daring to recognize her.But Luna saw him walking over and greeted him first: "Merry Christmas, Fleta."

Fleta smiled and shook her head: "My God, Merry Christmas, Your Majesty the Queen."

Luna's ethereal eyes seemed to be concentrated on him for a moment, and she seemed to have the substance to see through him, and finally she looked away: "There are invisible sky beetles everywhere here, it's very dangerous... I'm about to be killed by them It was taken."

"No one will take you, Luna."

"Yeah... I won't let them do what they want. They can't find me, and I don't want to be found by them... There is no moon today, is it going to snow outside?"

"Yes." Fletta smiled. "There will be a lot of snow this Christmas. I think you have to bring your adopted nest of eagles back indoors, otherwise they may be very cold."

"Eagle?" Luna stared blankly at him, "What eagle?"

Fletta was stunned, he didn't expect Luna to react like this, and he opened his mouth with an ominous premonition in his heart.But Luna's eyes returned to Ethereal: "Oh, that may be something I do when sleepwalking... I often like to sleepwalk, and I like to go to far places... So I usually wear shoes when I sleep, but I always wear shoes. Nasty little fellows steal my shoes...sometimes I don't even have a pair, oh!"

Seeing Luna drifting away, Draco, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Stay away from her in the future."

"Okay." Fleta agreed directly.

"I have a bad feeling for her." Draco just finished listening to their conversation, and looked at Luna standing in the crowd in the distance, seeing that her back was as straight as a ballet dancer, and her neck was as graceful as a swan.

"Me too."

"If things get weird sometimes, there must be something unusual." Holding a glass of water in his hand, Draco suddenly asked after a few seconds of silence, "Do you know what we are doing now?"

"Prom."

"No, it's those members of the Order of the Phoenix and your parents."

"Looking for the Horcrux." Fleta said decisively.

"But have you ever thought about what a Horcrux might be?" Draco asked in a low voice.

The scope of this search is really too large, ranging from living things to dead things, even corpses and living people may be Horcruxes, what about a piece of cloth?What about a chair?What about a speck of dust?Fleta didn't speak, as if she couldn't think of it.

Draco held ice water in his hand but was as elegant as holding a glass of old wine: "Voldemort's secret, soul splitting, we have already known through Mrs. Hill, if he has any deadly secrets, it is probably What exactly is the Horcrux, since Dumbledore invited him and his reaction, I have reason to think that Slughorn knows about it."

Fletta nodded: "We have to talk to him. But the professor has been avoiding something now, and we don't know how to pry his mouth open."

"I do know one of his weaknesses." Draco curled his lips mockingly and cruelly.

"Weakness?" Fletta was stunned for a moment, then looked at the lively scene around him after thinking for a while, the boy also smiled, "Greedy."

"Smart." Draco gave him a rare compliment, which made his mocking smile more obvious, "I've seen a lot of people like this, people who are greedy for fame usually value money, and snobbery will make a person become Very fragile and breakable.”

"Oh, the one who can give him the most satisfaction to pry his mouth open is probably none other than us Slytherin." Fretta shrugged, Draco seemed to have had some ideas about this, and shrugged with a smile Shrugging, he raised his glass and took a sip of ice water.

When Draco shrugged his shoulders, it was like a natural clothes rack showing off his figure, or like an unsmiling god stretching his waist and suddenly being lazy.In short, Fletta was almost fascinated by him. He thought of a question and said seriously: "Senior, if it were you, what would you choose to house your noble soul?"

Draco lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "There is a mountain behind my house, which is all Malfoy's land. The terrain on the mountain is very complicated..."

"Ok?"

"Then there's a hidden upside-down place, which is my grandfather's grave."

"???"

"Listen to me, idiot. On the edge of my grandfather's grave, there is a platinum rose that blooms all year round. The wind blows it off, and it will bloom again the next day. If it is forcibly picked, it will wither immediately and bloom again. At the tombstone."

"Wow?" Fretta's eyes widened.

"My father asked someone to check whether the flower had any magic power, but there was no result. For 30 years, the flower has never left, and it is always bright, like a loyal guard guarding the grave and accompanying the undead who died young. "Draco pondered for a second, "If I want to be a Horcrux, I will choose the platinum rose, close to the ancestors, immortal, and always with glory."

Fletta was a little moved, and said in a daze: "Then you are different from me."

"Oh? If it were you, what would you choose as a Horcrux?"

"Your pocket watch, sir." Fletta smiled softly, "I cast it with my own hands, and it will accompany you personally. After I die, I will not live forever or be resurrected. I will cut out the pieces of my soul and sew them on your side, in a daze. Always with you."

Draco took a deep breath, and the soreness in his heart at that moment made him afraid to look at him.At the end of the silence, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a deep voice, "...don't say such things."

"You don't accept my soul?"

"I don't accept your death." Draco looked at him with cold fingers, frowning, "I think this is probably the most unacceptable thing in the world for me."

Fletta looked at him for a long time, and finally hooked the corners of her lips and said in a gentle voice: "After tomorrow's holiday, can I go to your house to play? There will be a lot of snow outside, and it's cold but clean everywhere. Let me go and see that platinum rose flower, okay?"

"I wish you well," Draco looked at him coldly, "You think I can take anyone to see my grandfather."

As they spoke, the ball fell silent again.Fletta thought that another beauty was coming, but she turned her head to look at it——she really is a person who is so fascinating that her whole body is numb when she thinks about it, uh.

Severus Snape appeared at the lively dance, and the dripping cold expression immediately chilled the atmosphere.The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't seem to notice this at all. With a gloomy face, he went directly to the two people with blonde hair and silver hair who were talking in the corner. Seeing the dean's appearance, the two of them didn't dare to neglect, and greeted them politely .

Snape looked directly at the senior, his dark eyes frightening: "I don't think you have much time left for boring dances."

Draco was expressionless, and started to blame: "Fleta needs a dance partner, Dean."

Fletta's eyes widened. What's the difference between this kind of behavior and an adult who is greedy and buys more snacks, but when others ask, it's all because of the child!Snape didn't even look at Fleta: "He wouldn't die without you."

Draco smiled. "He's going to die, trust me, Godfather."

"Your charm is in the wrong place, Mr. Malfoy. Your father's worrying about you seems to be in vain," Snape paused. "Your father asked me to tell you that Dumbledore and the members have gone out." gone."

Neither of them spoke, and they immediately knew why they were going out at this time.They didn't ask when they would be back, Draco just nodded: "What do you mean?"

"I promised your father to take care of you."

Draco laughed: "But I'm not a child anymore, Godfather."

"...and promised Sirius Black, Remus Lupine, Albus Dumbledore, Alastor Moody, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Nymphado La Tonks, take care of Harry Potter."

Draco & Fletta: "..."

They finally knew why Snape's face was so ugly. Their professor must be using all kinds of strange herbs to swear in his heart, angrily scolding these bastards who treat themselves as nurseries.

Fleta swallowed: "Dean... Mr. Sirius, is he okay?" The big black dog likes children, and he is good to himself.After Regulus was stolen, it is said that the big dog collapsed, and Fleta still misses him a little bit when he thinks about it.

Snape let out a disgusted nasal voice from his nose: "Pretty good."

...certainly not very good.Fleta smiled shyly at the dean, and Severus looked at his idiot and became furious, but his short-sightedness and irritability made him just taunt him a few words before throwing up his sleeves and leaving. As soon as he turned around, he almost ran into someone.

Harry only wanted to come to the corner to talk to Hermione, but instead he saw the professor he was most afraid of.Harry was smearing oil on his feet and was going to sneak away when he didn't see him, but just as he was about to leave, he turned and bumped into (...).He was suddenly intimidated by the smell of potion coming from the shop and the gloomy face. He couldn't help but stand upright, and was about to be ordered to listen to the destruction of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But he may be thinking of losing people but not losing power, even though he is insulted, he still has to keep his strength!Harry's eyes stared wildly for a moment, and because they were too wide open, they made a little bit of windward tears, and in Snape's eyes, those green eyes were actually a little watery.

Snape: "..." Facing Lily's eyes, he couldn't stop cursing.

In the end, under Harry's disbelief, the professor just gave a cold snort, shook off him and left.

Harry, who succeeded in conquering his opponent with his eyes once again, turned extremely pale. After thinking about Ginny's evaluation of him, he had only one thought: It's over, Professor Snape has a maternal instinct for him?