[hp] Dragon Training

The black mist of apparition stopped before reaching Malfoy Manor. Generally speaking, this kind of ancient family's home would have certain protection and restrictions, rejecting all uninvited guests.Wearing a thin black tailored suit, Riddle didn't seem to feel the cold weather at all. He looked at this oversized home, from the woods to the distant mountains, from the garden to the lake, everything is here, like a nobleman with a noble blood Quietly glorified for hundreds of years.

Then he ignored that layer of visiting restrictions, and walked in without causing any movement.Thanks to Merlin, even though Lucius became the head of the house, he was still a guest who had been invited and recognized by the owner.

Riddle walked quietly on the snow, even though the white snow stained his clothes, he didn't feel cold at all. Every time he made a footprint, that footprint would disappear immediately when he lifted his foot.He didn't want to reveal his whereabouts, nor did he want to leave any traces of his arrival.Using magic is already his instinct, he is extremely powerful, and he can accomplish all the things he wants to achieve as long as he thinks in his heart.

...It seems to be so.

The man in black walked in the boundless, he walked into the back hill of the manor, and he never stopped.The distance of each step is the same, like a precise machine, with only one clear destination in mind.Finally, he walked into an extremely remote place, and finally stopped in front of a tombstone.

Riddle stood in this desolate snow field and looked at the cold tombstone. No matter how long he looked at it, he was the only one left in the world.

"Look at you, friend. You will also have a 'grey-haired' day." Riddle looked at the white snow piled up on the stone tablet with a smile. He didn't use magic, but gently wiped the snow away with his own hands. . "What about the one who jumps up and cries when you agree to grow gray hair? Look at your stupidity."

The words on the tombstone were gradually revealed. It was impossible to see the stunning talent and suaveness of the buried person, but there was only a simple line: Abraxas Malfoy died here. restinpeace.

Riddle looked at the line, his dark eyes remained emotionless, as if he had lost all response.His heart seemed to have been stabbed by a knife until it was completely hollow, and now he was so numb that he didn't feel anything at all.He thought, it's rare to see each other once, so we can't just stand around like this, since today is Christmas anyway.

"Gift... the Christmas present I brought you..." Riddle said softly, he reached into his pocket to find something to take out, and in the end he only found a few candies wrapped in colored paper, the little one from Halloween. The girl gave herself and never ate.

Riddle had barely eaten since becoming like this, not hungry, tired, or needed.He doesn't feel any pain, no matter how great the pain is to him now, it's like being bitten by a mosquito. In fact, even sleeping is not necessary, it's just a habit of his.He seems to have become really immortal, immortal, without needs or weaknesses, never to be defeated by anything again.

Riddle put the candy on the snow in front of the tombstone, squatted on the ground and bent over to make a little snowman and buried the candy.But he didn't look very good, the snowman looked like a snowdrift: "You eat and see... I saw a little girl the other day, with blond hair and blue eyes. She looked a bit like you when you were a child. Of course, I didn't Laughing at you as a girl when you were a child, don't be angry with me."

"Of course, I'm not afraid if you're angry with me, because you're soft-hearted, and you always puff up your face and forgive me before you have time to apologize. Why... why..."

"Why are you so bad?" Riddle looked at the tombstone indifferently, pulled his beautiful lips, and was a little dissatisfied like a child, "My generous friend, it's rare for me to come to see you. Wine and laughter welcome me, why do you let me watch you silent in the cold snow? You were not like this before, you are so nice to me, you will take me back to your home, put your Christmas tree Give me all the presents under the pile. You have changed."

"But I have also changed. I think you may not recognize me. Over the years, I have killed many people and sent a lot of unclean goods out of this world with ease. I am not very good at arithmetic. You are smart and you give Let me figure it out, how many more people do I have to kill to make this world clean?"

"I think I'm starting to be a little presbyopic. Sometimes I like to stare at far away places for a long time. I can see the sky from sunset to dark. Sometimes I think I'm blind when I react. You say I Did you sleep too much and be too energetic? Do you want to scold me?"

"..."

Riddle closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against the cold stone tablet, and said in a tired and weak voice, "Hey, bitch, talk to me."

But no one paid attention to him at all, even the cold wind that usually howled in winter was not blowing at this time, and the world was desolate and quiet.Riddle opened his eyes and looked at the snow under the tombstone out of focus. He suddenly wanted to change back to the way he was before. At least that would be good and he wouldn't be lonely.He could go and kill a hundred more people, strangle them as easily as strangle a mouse, but then what?

and then?

He stood up and straightened up, staring at the line on the tombstone, restinpeace. For a long time he stretched out his hand, his fingertips slid over each letter, both nostalgia and hatred.If you can sleep peacefully in a quiet place in this way, just close your eyes, how easy and happy it is?It's a pity he can't.

The man stood up in the snow and took a deep breath.The dry and cold air touched the numb and blocked feelings in the chest cavity, Riddle coughed violently, and finally seemed to be too tired to support himself, lying on the stone tablet with his head buried in his arms and roaring lowly, his whole body was like a bird A beast that licks its wounds deeply.

Beside the tomb, a platinum-gold rose stood proudly, even in the heavy snow, it was incomparably beautiful.Different from the chilling environment, the unique rose is like a beautiful guard, who has stayed in the resting place of the dead for many years and accompanied him dedicatedly.

Riddle turned his head to the side and exposed half of his face to look at the flower. He stared for a long time with his dark eyes and stretched out his hand to pick the flower, but he hesitated the moment his fingers touched the flower.He kept that motion for a long time, and finally let it go.

His voice was extremely hoarse, as if it had been ground by sandpaper, and every word seemed to be coagulated with dried blood: "Since I have been with you for so many years, I will not take it back. There is nothing by your side, you must Will it be lonely?"

"I'm living... very well. It's really not bad. I'm going to sleep. Although I sometimes dream of you, I don't remember when I wake up, so don't worry. I'm leaving, and I'll come to see you this time , ask you to ask for something and leave. Don't miss me..."

Riddle said slowly, he exhaled the last breath from his lungs, and said the words with difficulty in the feeling of suffocation, "Don't worry, no matter how tortured you are, I will definitely do what I promised you .”

……

The Christmas dinner made by Narcissa is so delicious that you can have a big meal as soon as you wake up, and a certain two hundred and five heads are about to bloom.In the morning, the senior didn't have the heart to wake him up after all, so he sat by the bed and watched him sleep until noon.

When Fletta woke up, she felt that there were still some sporadic pains on the tailbone, like ink dripping into the water, which had faded away from the specific form but still had a faint color.But boys shouldn't be afraid of this pain, he opened his eyes and watched the senior who was leaning on the bed reading a book immediately sat up: "Did I miss breakfast?!"

Draco glanced at him, and said in a neutral voice, "Missed."

"Ah! Your breakfast is delicious!" Fletta rolled around wrapped in a quilt, and it seemed that there was no serious problem.

The senior looked at him with heavy eyes. He didn't know whether he was dissatisfied with his foodie behavior or he said the word 'your family'.Finally, he stretched out his hand, accurately touched the boy's waist and inserted it into his pants.It was rare for Draco to not wear gloves, and Fleta's waist was covered with goose bumps from the cold hands. He flinched: "Learn, learn, senior?"

Draco touched the smooth and uninjured skin on his lower back, and remained silent for two seconds without retracting his hand: "What are you doing?"

The position of cutting Lin to take the bone was just under that finger, and Fleta felt as if he had been touched.He felt a little embarrassed to be put his hands in his pants, but seeing his senior's expressionless, delicate and beautiful face like a sculpture, the hooliganism in his heart overwhelmed his shame: "Damn it. Good morning, let's have a kiss. Give me a taste of the breakfast I missed."

However, Draco unexpectedly did not refuse him this time, and directly lowered his eyes and leaned over to press his lips.He didn't deepen the kiss, but just pressed against it lightly. Fleta looked at him who was close at hand, and felt the unparalleled liking and intimacy just because of this.

Fletta was about to reach out and hug him, but Draco got up, and suddenly his hand came down and grabbed his smooth ass.The boy jumped up like a carp with his face red and red: "Oh!"

"Get up for lunch, my parents are back." Draco said leisurely as he smoothed out the folds on his skirt.

"Really? Then I have cake to eat?" Fleta turned around and looked at him, her snow-white feet dangling.

"Yes..." Draco remained expressionless, "I won't give it to you either."

Fleta stuck the tip of his tongue at his master, jumped up and put on his shirt and trousers, buttoning them neatly like a proper little gentleman.

Different from Draco's elegance and calmness, Fleta ran down the stairs very lively. The moment she saw Narcissa, she pounced on her like a bird, kissed her on the cheek and raised her hand to hug her : "Aunt Sisi!"

Narcissa had never been treated like this by her own son. She was taken aback by the smile on her face that she just wanted to say hello with a smile. Then, the little boy in her arms brought out an unprecedented motherhood in her heart, and she rubbed his cheeks with a smile. Hair: "Hello, kid."

Fletta raised her head and looked at Narcissa with bright gray eyes: "Long time no see, beautiful and gentle Aunt Sisi, I miss you very much."

Narcissa thinks he is really cute, the more she looks at him, the more she likes him, the smile on her face is extremely gentle: "Me too."