[hp] Dragon Training

It was a fine day, and Fletta had just finished flying lessons and came back from the Quidditch pitch with a broom, sweating all over her body.At this time, Draco, as the president of the student council, should be holding a regular meeting to summarize the school's recent violations of discipline... Believe him, this kind of meeting is not often held, he thinks Draco just wants to attack Gryffindor every day It's just too much, after all, the children in the Lion Academy are the most severely deducted points.

Just as he was thinking about it, a pair of screaming and laughing children ran past in the corridor. The one who ran behind blushed and wanted to chase the one in front, but accidentally tripped over a piece of armor and flew out.

Fleta raised his wand, and the superb spell prevented the naughty Gryffindor from falling to his head and bleeding.With the dragonbone wand in hand, he waved the child to levitate and land in front of him, rubbed his head vigorously without asking who he was, and left with a wave.

The second-year Gryffindor looked at Fletta's back in a daze. He had never seen such a good-looking person before, and his gaze stayed on his snow-white silver hair.Looking at his back in the green Slytherin school uniform, I even felt that there was a breath of green grass and sunshine (actually the smell of sweat) lingering beside him.That Gryffindor blushed suddenly, stuttered and dragged his companions around him to stammer and ask which senior it was.

Fleta didn't care what impression she left on the children, humming a song and opened the cellar door: "Pansy! Blaise! Vincent! Gregory! I'm back!"

He called out all the people in the cellar, the boys ignored him, and the girl greeted him with a smile.Fletta looked around: "Catherine is also out of class, hasn't she come back?"

"Why do you care about her? She hasn't been with us for a long time." Pansy asked strangely.

"Hmm..." Fletta frowned. "I actually cared a little bit about her, always have. I wish she had something to say to me."

"It's a good thing Draco isn't here, or you'd be mad at him." Blaise shook his head mockingly.

Pan Xi agreed: "That's right, how could she tell you everything! For example, if she is here today, my aunt is not happy, do you want to know?"

Fletta's face was blushing, "No, it's not..."

"Leave her alone, come here sweetheart, and help my sister see the color of this dress." Pan Xi waved gracefully.

"Oh……"

A group of noble children began to discuss gossip. Daphne walked in from the door of the dormitory and threw a letter wrapped in a sheepskin envelope to Pansy on the sofa.Miss Parkinson lazily opened the envelope and looked at it, her eyes froze immediately.

"Hey, Zabini, that crazy girl from Ravenclaw actually became the No.3 most beautiful girl in the school? What are you boys thinking?!" Pansy threw the statistics sheet to Blaise, Fleta Let the queen calm down and beat her sister's shoulders behind the sofa.

"But it's really beautiful, haven't you paid attention to it? Parkinson's?" Blaise grinned.

"Maybe it's just a matter of dressing up a bit? Anyway, you guys like to make noises." Pan Xi mocked.

Fletta tapped his shoulders: "That's right, our Pansy is the best looking."

The dog-leg appearance of the little boy made Panxi laugh, and raised his hand to pat his head: "Little bastard. Recently, I have been hearing girls gather together to say how good you are, and that the longer you grow, the more juicy you are. You don't Do you want to express it?"

"How dare I? Isn't my senior a living person there... If I say something, look at his twisted and jealous character, can I still live?" Freita smiled. dog leg.

Blaise: "Draco, you're back."

Fletta was so frightened that his feet slipped and he rolled under the sofa until his head was covered with ashes. When he raised his head and looked with two eyes, he found that there were no seniors at all, and Blaise was already laughing while sitting there.

"..." Fletta crawled out dejectedly, "Brace, you are going to be told by me from Avada."

Pansy shook her head: "Look at your prospects. It is said that your parents already know about you. If you are really together in the future, you will be crushed to death by Draco for your timid appearance."

Fletta was unconvinced: "Where did he oppress me! Let me tell you, sister, I usually oppress him, and I oppress him every day so that he can't stop wanting to be immortal-wanting to die..."

Blaise: "Draco, you're back."

Fletta: "Brace, you are going to be Avada's me and you..."

Draco stood in front of the door of Slytherin, his face was like a frozen snow mountain, the wand of hawthorn pointed at the silver-haired third-year Slytherin, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person: "...Avada... ..."

"..."

Fletta felt that the day was very sad, and he rushed up to hug his senior: "Ah, you are back, the senior has worked hard at the meeting! Would you like a cup of tea? Oh, put down the wand and talk about something, don't be like this, Senior, sir..."

"Can't stop? Want to be immortal/die?" Draco was as cold as if he was reading an epitaph.

Fletta froze in fear: "I'm just talking casually...well, can you live a good life!!"

For the rest of the day, Fleta didn't dare to speak, because he was afraid that if he said something wrong, Draco would kill him directly.Animal intuition makes him always sensitive to danger.

I have to say that Fleta is very charming when she is quiet, like a lovely angel.He was sitting at the dinner table, holding the glass in his white and soft hands, silently drinking a glass of sweet milk.He had a piece of silver eyelashes hanging down, which was so beautiful and white in the milky fragrance that it made your heart tremble.

Many girls whispered to each other when they saw him like this, with maternal love and shyness on their faces.Draco glanced at him a few more times, not knowing what was wrong with him, but willing him to remain that chattering, mindless monster.

It's noisy, it's annoying, but it's also cute.

Draco thought for a while, and his voice softened a bit: "How was class today?"

Fleta's hair curled up in a daze, and the corner of his mouth curled up, feeling happy that his senior had actually taken the initiative to talk to him.His voice was brisk: "Not bad! Sir, I surprised the teacher with my flying lesson! Can I go to Potions class with you tomorrow? Can I wait for you at the door of your room earlier? Or I might as well go tonight ..."

Draco reached out his hand to cover his chattering mouth, his eyes were angry and funny: "Will your tongue rot if you don't say a few words?"

Fletta stuck out her tongue and licked his palm, and saw that his face turned blue and he retracted his hand like an electric shock. The little rascal was so happy: "Then let's talk about it, I'll go to your room tonight and we..."

But before he could finish his words, a second-year kid ran over from the Gryffindor long table. That junior was blushing, but as a student of the Lion Academy, courage was the root of his troubles.He ran to the Slytherin table in one breath, and stood directly in front of Fleta regardless of the strange eyes of the teachers and students in the school.

Fletta stared blankly at the child in the red school uniform. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who the junior was, and smiled confusedly: "Hello?"

The Gryffindor second year was flushed and held a box in his arms.Taking a deep breath to cheer himself up, he handed the gift box tied with a golden and red ribbon to Fletta, and after cheering himself up repeatedly in his heart, he suddenly shouted loudly in a voice that could be heard clearly in the auditorium : "Mr. Hill! I like you!! Please, please, please stay with me!"

Fletta was dumbfounded immediately, and the auditorium fell into silence. Three seconds later, the whole school exploded, and Gryffindor burst into enthusiastic boos and applause. Everyone in Slytherin turned black, as if they were Looking at the enemy, he generally looked at the second grader.

On the teacher's seat, Dumbledore's eyes widened from under the glasses, and he looked at the gossip with great interest at an age.Snape's face was completely blackened, and he decided to go back and severely deduct points from these ignorant Gryffindors.

Fletta coughed, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles: "Uh... Gryffindor, who are you?"

The sophomore blushed even more: "My seniors told me that it doesn't matter who I am, and it doesn't matter where the college is! The important thing is that I like you! Please agree to my request and stay with me , dear Fleta!"

The chairman who had been sitting next to Fleta looked at this Gryffindor coldly. He folded his fingers on the table and said slowly without any ups and downs: "No, it's actually very important. Please tell us first Well, who are you?"

The second-year Gryffindor still knew the president of the student union, and he stammered, "Alison..."

Draco narrowed his eyes, his face extremely cold: "Very well, Alison. As a Gryffindor, your stupidity is well-deserved. Now you only need to know one thing."

"Let, let me go? I won't agree!"

"No, have you tried despair, kid?" Draco pulled the gloves on.

Alison froze for a moment, and then saw the president of the student union pinning his sweetheart's head, pressing his dream lover to her side, and then kissing in front of the whole school teachers and students!

The entire Hogwarts immediately fell into extreme boiling!The student reporter of the campus gossip newspaper excitedly picked up the magic camera in his hand and took pictures viciously!

This is proof!The school grass is swearing its sovereignty to the other grass!He is telling everyone in the school who has unreasonable thoughts about Freita Hill that he is already his, and you are all dead!

Alison felt the malice from the world, and ran away with red eyes. The poor little Gryffindor failed in his first confession, the failure was so tragic, so profound, and so irreparable.

Amidst the discussion in the whole school, the teachers all looked at the table with the bold eyes of young people nowadays.Fletta's face was flushed, and she covered her face and curled up under the table, making a weird laugh.The senior was not surprised, picked up a piece of dry bread and tore it into milk bit by bit. After softening, put it in front of his family and pet, meaning, eat it.

Fletta's eyes were red, and she was dying of happiness: "Senior, you are amazing."

"Thank you." Draco said modestly.

"Hey, but how will the whole school think of me now?" Fletta was a little worried, whether he would think that he was being treated softly by seniors.

Draco took a sip of water, although he had already been deducted points in the hourglass because kissing in public violated the school rules, but he still had a calm face and said in a cheerful voice: "Probably thinking that you are so crushed by me every day that you can't stop wanting to be immortal | want to die .”

Fletta: "..."

Facts tell us, never piss off a Slytherin, because they are the most vengeful in the world, and if possible, they might hold grudges until you die.

A mere second year in Gryffindor dared to confess his love to a Slytherin class. This kind of commendable courage inspired many people.On the Hufflepuff side, their Prefect Colin Conrad took a deep breath and ran to the Ravenclaw side table as well.Colin half-knelt down beside Luna Lovegood, and confessed affectionately to the fair-haired goddess: "Luna, I like you! Come with me!"

The Hogwarts auditorium was once again lit up by booing. Today, all the teachers and students in the school felt that one or two of them had eaten the fireworks, and they were blown up one after another.

After the meal, Fleta's follower planned to follow him for a long-distance run, and Blaise reminded him: "Fleta, you forgot your things."

Fletta took it and found that it was a gift from Alison when she confessed.A wooden box tied with a red and gold ribbon.The young man was a little curious, it was the first time he was being pursued by someone, and he didn't know what was inside...but he probably wouldn't be as scary as him, digging out a piece of his own bone and giving it to someone.

So he opened it with confidence and found that it was a box of chocolates.

... He felt that it was not good to eat other people's food without agreeing to it.Just hand it over to Sister Ginny tomorrow, and let her take it back to that junior.

But Draco reached out and took the box of chocolates. He ignored Fletta's strange eyes and took out a heart-shaped milk chocolate from the box.The senior stared at the beautifully shaped piece of chocolate and sniffed it, then sneered, "Love potion."

"what?"

"There is a powerful love potion in it, sir." Draco sneered, "You only need to take one bite, and you will fall in love with the person who gave you the gift."

The people in the auditorium gradually emptied, leaving the two of them standing in the empty auditorium. Because the people in the caring school had not completely left, the candles had not been completely extinguished, leaving one or two floating above their heads , falling a faint light in the darkness.

"Who gave it to you? As long as you eat it, you can completely fall in love with that person?" Fletta heard herself asking softly.

The senior had a smile in his eyes: "Yes."

"Uh, Mr. Chairman..." Fletta's voice was a bit difficult, and she thought of an excuse for herself, "I heard that chocolates are more delicious after sharing, since this box of chocolates is already mine, then I will give it to you... ...would you like to have a sip now?"

Draco looked at him, the handsome young man had gradually become an adult.The love letters handed to him over the years were enough to fill Slater's long table, but he silently burned them all.Because maybe no matter how long it takes, he will only see this clumsy person who can't even speak coaxing words.

Under Fletta's surprised gaze, he actually took a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth.The senior didn't seem to like the overly sweet taste, frowned a few times, chewed it up and swallowed it, and then the way he looked at Fletta changed.

Different from the doting, indifferent, conniving, and gentle eyes before, they were extremely aggressive, like a bloodthirsty beast looking at its inescapable prey.Seeing that, Fleta felt a tingling shudder on his back.

……

Slughorn's door was knocked eagerly.The professor still wore a nightcap on his head, and was just about to take off his slippers and go to bed when he heard a child shouting outside the door.

Fletta felt the senior kiss him on the neck, and his face was flushed: "Professor! Open the door! Help! My senior took the wrong medicine!"