[hp] Dragon Training

Draco told Lucius that someone in the family might have come and visited the ancestral grave, and wanted to know who this person might be.

Lucius sat in front of the fireplace, frowning: "There will be many such people... But few people know that my father is buried there. Malfoy's back mountain is very large, and there are restrictions."

Draco thought for a while: "Father, since the restrictions are set, who are the people who are allowed to visit at any time?"

Lucius was silent for a while, and his platinum-blond eyebrows frowned: "It's just some friends and classmates of my father, the former patriarch of the Parkinson family, the current head of the Pachenov family, and the elder of the Nott family. One generation, the father and uncle of Sirius of the Black family, probably like this..."

It's full of people who can't come without saying hello, and some of them have already been buried.Draco caught a little bit of doubt, and then thought of something: "When grandpa was alive, did he have any special friends?"

Lucius seemed to be a bit hesitant about this question, and said hesitantly, "My father, Abraxas, was the earliest apostle of the Dark Lord, and the group of people who followed the Dark Lord with him were probably his very good friends."

Draco felt a little clueless, and felt that it was a little tricky. That person was probably one of this group of people, who came to visit secretly, looking for herbs to heal black magic wounds. No matter how you heard it, he should be a Death Eater .He lowered his voice: "It seems that our restrictions are about to be replaced."

Lucius shook his head and said with a smirk: "Son, do you think that changing the boundaries and restrictions means that you eat and change bone plates? Patriarchs of the past can only add more people to the restrictions. If you want to change them again, it will be a big project. "

Draco didn't bargain with his father either, he poured himself a cup of black tea, his voice was extremely indifferent: "Of course I know how difficult it is to change this ancestral family magic, but my lord father, imagine that one day you go out, mother A man was waiting for you at home, and while you and I were away, a Death Eater came."

Lucius immediately changed his face, his heart was startled by this assumption, he couldn't help not paying attention to it and immediately decided to start to deal with this matter, but there was still some dissatisfaction in the words of the big platinum nobleman: "Are you warning me? son?"

"Love what we love, protect what we want to protect, Malfoy's family motto, father." Draco poured a cup of black tea for his father, and he calmed down after the steaming hot tea, and then his voice paused, a little uncomfortable, "And I will get married in the future, I hope my family is a safe place that can protect my wife."

"..." Lucius sat there silent for a second, "By the way, I haven't cared about you yet..."

"No. No girlfriend," Draco said decisively.

"But it's not normal, you're already in the sixth grade." Lucius made a comparison, "From the time the Malfoy family entered school until they graduated and left, the love letters they received would definitely fill a long Slytherin table. Putting it into the fireplace can keep the fire in the cellar alive throughout the winter. Your grandpa and I are like this, son, is there something wrong with your body? Tell me if there is a problem, we are all men, instead of telling your mother you can... "

"I didn't." Draco interrupted immediately with a cold voice.

"Then, explain, son." Lucius drank his black tea slowly.

Draco seemed to be a little confused, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and then he said with some hesitation: "There is a person who has pursued me for many years, has been clinging to me, and kept pestering me that he likes me."

Lucius said without hesitation, "Dump her."

"I can't get rid of it... Then I actually found that I also started to like that person a lot."

Lucius paused: "Merlin, my son looks like a ferret that has been doused with a love potion. The pink color has completely blinded his eyes."

"I didn't." Draco said blankly.

Lucius propped his chin and thought for a while, feeling that his son didn't seem to be joking: "Is she a Mudblood?"

"No."

"Mixed blood?"

"No."

"Ugly?"

"No."

"Poor family? Gryffindor?"

"No."

Lucius felt that his son was extremely stupid: "Then marry him home, a pure blood, not ugly, and a good family background, there's nothing wrong with that."

Draco swallowed a mouthful of blood back into his throat silently: "We... are not so fast..."

"Oh, so where is it, you messed up the big man's stomach?"

Good, good crime.Draco was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, he was almost suffocated, his face was so cold that he lost expression: "No."

Lucius's brain circuit was a little detoured, and he asked subconsciously, "Why not make it bigger?"

"...that person is still young."

"Oh! What a crime." Lucius looked at his son with disdain, "but make it up, if you like it, hurry up, forget it, remember to take it home for your mother to see someday."

"Mom... likes it very much."

"Has your mother seen it?" Lucius didn't expect his wife's news and actions to be so fast, his platinum eyelashes trembled slightly, "Who is that?"

Draco took a deep breath, feeling that his father was going to give him a cerebral hemorrhage, and was about to answer him properly and tactfully, when the house elf appeared beside them and said respectfully: "Master, master. Mr. Hill and Hill Ma'am has arrived."

Draco's heart skipped a beat, he glanced at the elf emotionlessly, and stood up from the sofa.

"My friend." Lucius said softly, stood up from the sofa, and opened the door with a wave of his hand.The strands of hair on the shoulders of the platinum aristocrat were blown by the cold wind after the door was opened, and a Hungarian Horntail arrived majestically carrying a silver-haired beauty, and the rolled up snow was brought into the room and scattered on the ground.

Auston fell to the ground, his gray suit was neat and tidy, he hugged his wife, the princess, and kissed him and put him on the ground.Mrs. Hill glared at him, then greeted the Malfoys with a smile.Lucius just smiled lightly, while Draco was a little friendly: "Hi, Mrs. Hill, is it cold on the road?"

Cecilia was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Hello, Draco. It's not too cold, because Auston is a fire dragon."

Auston shrugged his shoulders and hugged Lucius: "Oh, my old friend, how long have you been sitting by the fireplace? You are so warm."

Lucius raised his eyebrows: "Go in, sit down and rest for a while, I think you have a lot to say to me."

"Of course." Auston was a little embarrassed, and finally hooked the corners of his lips in embarrassment, "Weasley's house was burned."

Lucius looked appreciative: "You did it?"

"I didn't do it...it was the Death Eaters." Auston followed Lucius inside, "Bellatrix came with the Death Eaters and set a big fire, of course, there were no casualties. To be honest, Ginny, the little girl from the Weasley family, was extremely brave. Before everyone could react, she rushed out and repelled three enemies, protected Harry who was almost taken away, and took a Half of the Death Eater's body was blown up. Hey, you didn't see that scene, tsk tsk, the little girl didn't even frown with the blood splattered on her face, and ran back while pulling Harry. Thumbs up."

"Oh."

"But the men of the Weasley family are far behind. Hahaha, the girl's brother was taken aback when he saw his sister's vicious appearance covered in blood, and almost cast a curse on his sister's face. Beaten by his mum Molly Weasley, hahahaha."

Lucius sneered: "Although I didn't see it, I imagined it."

Watching the men walking inside, Cecilia pulled Draco and asked, "Where's Fleta?"

"It's in the kitchen, my mother is cooking and making dessert." Draco tried not to say that Fletta heard that something delicious was going to be made, and wagged her tail like a puppy to follow.

"Oh!" Mrs. Hill smiled, she knew her son. "Then I'll help too, you go in first."

"Thank you, I'll let the elf take you to the kitchen."

"You're being too kind to me, kid." Cecilia looked at him and smiled.

"No, I can't be too polite." Draco thought of what his father told him to marry Fletta before, and his tone became a little more determined, "If there is a need for me, I am willing to serve you, ma'am. "

Mrs. Hill smiled strangely and followed the elf away.

Fletta was talking to Narcissa, as long as he spoke, no one would not like him, the sweet-mouthed boy coaxed Narcissa to laugh all the time.Mrs. Hill looked at her son and called him with a smile.Fletta turned her head immediately, with a surprised expression on her face: "Ma Ma!!"

Mrs. Hill was hugged by her son and stroked his hair: "Honey."

"I thought I'd never see you again!"

"I said I would catch up with the Christmas dinner." Mrs. Hill raised her head and said to Narcissa, "please let me help."

Narcissa smiled and said, "But you are a guest, Cecilia."

"So I want to show my hand to the master." Mrs. Hill hugged her forward, and the relationship between the two ladies was obviously good.

As a mother, Cecilia was not someone who knew how to do these things in her early years, but over the years, she has been able to handle things in the kitchen with ease, even more proficient than spells.Narcissa was originally born in a noble family, cooking as a noble wife is actually just a hobby, and does not require much proficiency.But Mrs. Malfoy's wish since she was a child is to be a good wife and mother, and she is willing to cook a delicious meal for her family when she has nothing to do, let alone Christmas today?

The two ladies handled the ingredients skillfully and tacitly, and the use of various seasonings was extremely skillful.

Fletta was the happiest, because there was obviously something delicious tonight.Sitting on a chair in the kitchen, he saw Aunt Narcissa sprinkle a handful of spices into the pot. Fletta sniffed the smell and found it very pleasant and familiar: "Aunt Sisi, what is that?"

Mrs. Hill answered him: "The spices unique to Malfoy's family will have a special fragrant taste when added to the pastry." Narcissa smiled, indicating that she was absolutely right, and helped Mrs. Hill drop it. A strand of silver hair fell back to the side of the ear.

Fletta played with the biscuit mold in his hand, subconsciously said casually: "Oh, no wonder I tasted this in the mouth of the senior this morning."

Narcissa's hand shook, and a whole pot of spices was poured into the pot. Cecilia's foot tilted, and a whole bottle of powdered sugar was dropped on the freshly baked cake.

The two wives: "..."

……

Sitting on the train back to Hogwarts, it was rare for Draco not to read a book. He was not in a good mood, leaning on the sofa and sleeping with his eyes closed.

Fletta was very happy, playing with a piece of paper folding an airplane.After the plane was folded, he breathed a sigh of relief, and let the paper plane fly up in the narrow space, and when it was spinning and about to fall on the senior's head, it burst into flames and fell to the ground in ashes.

Fleta felt a little scary, stuck out her tongue and turned her head to origami cranes.

Draco opened his gray-blue eyes, blazing with anger.He stretched out his hand and dragged the troublesome bastard over, and forcefully put it on his lap for a fat beating. Fleta felt that his ass was about to be opened, and screamed.

Draco was going to be mad at him because the little bastard's inadvertent slip-up was ruining his Christmas break.The ladies asked the truth after the silence, and Auston confronted Lucius directly. They had a deep conversation, and at the end they could vaguely hear Auston boasting about his son's goodness.

Fletta was beaten tearfully: "Are you happier?"

Draco looked at him coldly: "If one day I die, there is no doubt that it must be caused by your pig teammate."

Fletta is not a fool, he understands what his senior is talking about.After being beaten, she didn't leave him, just straddled his lap, held his senior's handsome face with both hands, looked into his eyes seriously and said, "Are you still angry?"

"Go away."

"You're still angry."

"If you can grow your brain a little bit, maybe I can live a few more years without being angry with you."

"Are you mad at me for leaking about our affairs?" Fletta approached, kissed his senior on the face, and acted like a hooligan, "But I don't regret it, how wonderful it is that I like you, Worthy of all the fairness in the world."

"You big fool!" Draco turned his head to reject the hooligan's molestation.

"So, do you regret it, sir?"

Draco looked at the little monster close at hand, and there was no emotion in his eyes: "You don't even look at the way your parents look at me, as if you are looking at a trafficker. Damn it! Say anything, but you have seen my father's reaction, he seems to want to break up the friendship with Mr. Hill for many years."

"It's terrible." Fleta clicked her tongue.

"..."

"But I didn't do anything wrong." Freita smiled. "My mother talked to me, and she asked me if I was serious? I said I am, it has nothing to do with age, and it's not that the friendship with you has gone bad, I just like you. If you do this, you will also suffer from pressure and opposition from loved ones, then I will be very sad."

"...You idiot, a troll with babojing pus on your head, you're a complete idiot." Draco didn't know what to say other than scolding him.

"Oh, he always looks very happy when my mother scolds my father. My father said that at least it shows that she cares about him and loves him very much." Fletta sighed, "I didn't understand until today that he That's right. I don't think of my dad as occasionally crazy anymore."

Draco laughed back angrily, he couldn't stand the two hundred and fifty, and stretched out his hand to pull him off his body: "Get out!"

"I don't! Senior... My mother almost cried when she heard me say that."

"Her?" Draco frowned.

"My mother asked if I would regret it? I hugged her and told her no regrets."

"..."

"So, do you regret it, sir?" Fletta hugged his boyfriend's neck, resting his head on his shoulder, he was actually quite scared, what if Draco said he regretted it? ...then he doesn't know what to do.

The senior looked like he really wanted to hang him up and beat him, but after thinking about it, he couldn't bear it. For a long time, all kinds of vicious and sarcastic words went in circles in his mind, and finally he became angry and said fiercely: "I don't regret it!"

The boy smiled happily, hugged his neck and kissed him several times.

The senior who was taken advantage of took a long sigh, and raised the hand that was about to hit him, but in the end it just lightly placed it on his soft hair and stroked it several times.

The author has something to say: see the parents

Ok

Want to see parents confront

will write later

but it's not that hard

After all, Xiao Tianwen does not abuse the protagonist

Just be together, it doesn't matter.

It's not like you can't have kids (no!

Just be happy.

Auston x Lucius, Narcissa x Cecilia

A pair of lilies and a pair of bases (no no no!