[hp] Dragon Training

The weather is fine today, it is really a rare good day, not because of the sunny weather, but because of how special today is.

It was still dark on Fleta.Hill was called up by his mother, and he was kissed hard on the face twice, and his eyes were still hazy when he heard his mother say: "Happy birthday, baby." Then he suddenly remembered that today is his 11-year-old Birthday.

He still didn't wake up: "Mom, please..."

"No." But Cecilia.Mrs. Hill flatly refused. "For your birthday present, I think you should feel better now, honey."

birthday present?Hear the word fretta.Hill's eyes lit up for a moment and he woke up. He put his arms around his mother's neck and kissed her hard on the face: "Thank you, Mom!" Then he jumped up from the bed, didn't even have time to put on his slippers, and slept until he was full. The messy silver hair hopped and hopped while running.

Mr. Hill had been waiting at the stairs a long time ago, watching his son run down the stairs with a smile on his face, and before he could say anything, Fleta suddenly jumped into his arms.Mr. Hill was also taken aback, and immediately picked up his 11-year-old son firmly: "Be careful, brother. Your father is so old that he can hardly hold you."

"No way." Fletta didn't take it seriously. In his heart, his father was so strong.

auston.Mr. Hill smiled and said: "You are 11 years old, you are an adult. Dad should be old too! Happy birthday, son!"

"Thank you, where's my gift?"

auston.Hill smiled heartily: "Of course not here. Well son, if you want it, why don't you go and look for it with your dad. Go wash your face, get dressed and we're about to start."

Fletta wondered, all his gifts in previous years were directly given to him by his father, so is there any difference this year?He shrugged his shoulders, surprise?He likes it.So he stretched himself and ran back to his room to change clothes.

When he went back upstairs, he actually saw an owl parked outside the window.Fleta was a little surprised, because for some reason some birds and beasts would not approach his home at all. At this time, he was very happy to see the owl Fleta on the windowsill. He walked in and wanted to say hello to this little guy: " Hey guy……"

Suddenly, the owl seemed to be frightened by something, took a look at him, and flew away with flapping wings.

Fletta was a little frustrated. In fact, he still wanted to adopt a pet, but since he scared a toad to abort at the age of seven, he never thought about it again. "Okay." He rolled his eyes.

……

"Dear dad...is this the birthday present you gave me?" Fletta stared at the broken boot on the grass, with despair and sadness on her face.

He was dragged up before dawn today, and together with his parents, he searched for a birthday gift on the desolate grassland with his luggage for two hours, and was told that the result turned out to be like this. Anyone would have a huge psychological gap .But Mr. Hill and Mrs. Hill both smiled and watched their son crying, without saying a word.

"Well, although this shoe looks broken, dirty and rotten, there is only one. But maybe my dad wears it out and buries it in the ground, hoping that I can wear it again when I grow up, right? .Well, I understand, although this idea is bad, but I will treat him as a very touching surprise..." Before he could finish speaking, Little Fletta was hit on his ass by Oston.Mr. Hill hit him hard.

"Stupid son! Hold my hand!" Mr. Hill glared at him, and then looked at his beautiful wife with extremely soft eyes.

"And listen to me, son, I'll count down to one, two, three, and we'll hold the boots together, you know?"

Fletta nodded without knowing the truth, and reached out to grab the dirty boot after Alston finished counting down. Suddenly, there was a sudden spin, and he yelled in great fear. Fortunately, his father was holding his boot. Otherwise, he might fly out immediately.

"Let go! Son!"

"what!"

"let go!"

Fletta immediately let go of his boots, and a huge force like a gust of wind blew him away. In the next second, his butt fell hard on the wet grass and grinned in pain.And when he looked up, he was even more angry. His father was holding his mother and fell from the sky and landed on the ground steadily.

"Dad!"

"How does the grass smell? Oh, don't be so anxious to get angry with your son, just turn your head and look back."

Fletta's little bun face puffed up angrily. He originally planned to ignore his father anymore, but subconsciously turned around obediently, but was completely stunned there.

...Nothing can prove that you live in a magical world more than this scene.Countless colorful flags fluttered automatically in the sky without wind, and hundreds of tents were distributed like sheep on the mountainside of the grassland. The "giants" supported by magic walked slowly among the tents with their extremely long feet. Wizards in robes of various colors roam freely in the sky on broomsticks, and their extremely fast speed makes them look like colorful meteors.

"Son, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup." Mrs. Hill smiled and stroked her son's hair. The same silver hair of the two was dazzling in the morning light.

The anger on little Fletta's face disappeared without a trace. He jumped up and rushed towards his parents, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.God knows how much he wanted to come!Even a month ago, when he learned that the Quidditch World Cup was about to be held, he had been looking forward to it!

Mrs. Hill went to set up the tents first, and Auston took his young son to walk between the tents, watching many wizards who were performing arts shuttle between the tents.Little Fletta was almost dazzled, staring at a juggling clown for a while, watching dozens of octopus-shaped dolls being tossed and caught in his hands, and watching a black-skinned doll from India for a while. A sorcerer drives a snake to jump around by playing the flute.

Mr Alston bought his son some sweets and some clover bags with the Bulgarian team logo on them and finally bought him a pair with Victor embroidered in silver thread.A scarf with Krum's name.But when he turned his head and looked, the little son beside him was gone again.

The word "you" is used because it has become a habit.Since she was a child, little Fletta was unwilling to stay in one place obediently, always disappearing in a blink of an eye.Auston went to find his son resignedly, and decided that when he found him, he must spank his ass a few times.

Fortunately, Fletta did not run very far, in fact Auston.Mr. Hill found him when he turned a tent.At this time, Fleta was staring intently at an Indian snake-driver wizard, watching the wizard call a black cobra out of the cage and crawl forward slowly.Little Fletta was so fascinated by it that she even wanted to reach out and touch the poisonous thing.Auston was taken aback and was about to step forward to stop it, but before that, the cobra looked at Fletta as if he had been frightened, and swam back into the cage after spitting out the snake letter. No matter how you call it, you can't come out.

Fletta was a little sad, he stood up and sighed a little, a little melancholy was rarely seen on Baozi's face.Auston stepped forward to hold him up and comforted him: "Be happy, brother. Today is your birthday."

"Dad, were you like this when you were a kid?" Fleta asked.

"Not only when I was a child, didn't you find that every time there were cockroaches in the kitchen, your mother would ask me to go there?"

"Could it be?" Fletta asked in surprise.

"Yes, yes, even the female cockroach refuses to give birth after seeing me."

An amused smile finally appeared on Fletta's face, and Mr. Alston also laughed out loud. He wrapped the black scarf he just bought around his son, and he saw his son's face was pleasantly surprised.

Fleta exclaimed happily: "How do you know I like Bulgaria!"

"Because I am also a fan of Bulgaria, son. Like a father, like a son!"

At night, Fleta walked to the Quidditch pitch with his parents. When he saw the venue that accommodated tens of thousands of people, he couldn't help but screamed, and his eyes widened a little.Although Mrs. Hill doesn't like to be noisy and doesn't know much about Quidditch, she wants to accompany her baby on her son's birthday. Seeing Fretta so happy, she immediately feels that today's hard work is worth it.

Not long after taking their seats, there was the sound of breaking wind in the sky, and the powerful spotlights that had been enchanted by magic on the green lawn hit the sky at the same time. Leta looked up, and a group of people in green clothes were flying down from the night on broomsticks. The green smoke at the end of the brooms formed floating colored bands, and when they reached the top of the night, they released Clusters of fireworks form a dancing dwarf - the logo of the Irish team.

Of course, Fletta was not a fan of Ireland, but before he could stick out his disgusted little tongue, streaks of red light immediately smashed the green dwarf into pieces, causing the fireworks to fall like shooting stars.

"Bulgaria!!" Bigger cheers appeared in the arena.

A group of red uninvited guests aggressively traveled around the sky on broomsticks. One of the leading wizards even performed an extremely dangerous move on the broomstick flying at high speed. Little Fletta lay on the railing and shouted loudly: "Victor! Krum!!" But his voice was drowned in the huge noise, obviously, Krum's fans are too numerous to count, and the auditorium is floating for the best seeker in the world today The colored flags were set up, and the colored flags changed colors to show Krum's heroic posture in flight.

Fletta's blood boiled with excitement, while his mother was always on guard against him accidentally falling.Mrs. Hill was a little dizzy from the sound waves, and she had to close her ears to listen to it. In fact, her husband was no better than her son. Mr. Hill almost jumped up when he saw Bulgaria coming out.

Looking at the big and small around her, Mrs. Hill also smiled helplessly.

Fleta was in high spirits that night until long after the game had ended.He babbled on and on about Victor to his mother.How handsome and powerful Krum is, his mother wrung out a towel to wipe off the dirty and already spent paint on his face, just smiled and listened, the "shut your ears and listen" in your ears from the game It was never lifted.

"Mom, how do you think Krum can be so handsome! How did he catch the golden snitch with one hand supported on the broom after spinning 720 degrees in the air? It's incredible! Mom, you said that I will be able to... ouch, Be gentle and don't rub so hard."

Mrs. Hill kissed Little Fletta on the cheek after she wiped it off: "It's time for you to go to bed, honey."

"Oh, well...but where's Dad? I haven't seen him since the game."

After the game, Mr. Hill threatened to go to Klum for an autograph for Fleta, but whether it was for Fleta or himself was only Auston.Mr. Hill alone knew.At this time, Mrs. Hill, of course, did not hear what her son was saying because of the spell, so she pressed the child into the quilt and covered him with a quilt.

She planted a kiss on Fleta's forehead: "Good night, son. Happy birthday."

"Good night, Mom, I love you."

Even if you don't need to hear this sentence that has been said a thousand times, you can know what he is talking about. Mrs. Hill smiled softly: "I love you too, sweetheart."

Seeing that Fleta closed her eyes, Mrs. Hill got up and left.At this time, Auston opened the curtain of the tent and rushed in. Seeing the tension and seriousness on her husband's face, Mrs. Hill immediately unplugged her earplugs, and only then did she clearly hear the constant screaming outside. Shouts and buildings collapsing.

Mrs. Hill frowned and asked, "What's going on outside?"

Alston panted: "Cecilia, let's leave immediately, hurry up! Wake up Fletta, it's the Death Eaters!"

Mrs. Hill's eyes widened suddenly, and there was a look of surprise and panic on her face, as if she was afraid of something.Two seconds later, she suddenly exclaimed. Under her husband's worried expression, she rolled up the sleeve of her left hand and stared at the painful skin as if it had been burned.There was nothing on the skin of that elbow, just a huge scar crawling horribly on Mrs. Hill's fair skin, which was definitely the mark left by frustrating bones and peeling.

Before he could think about it, Mrs. Hill rushed over to wake up Fletta, who had fallen asleep. When he was still ignorant, he put on a coat and was hugged by Mr. Alston.

"Dad? Mom!" Fletta was still a little confused about the situation, but was stunned when she saw her mother's expression.

"Brother, it's too late to explain, we have to get out of here quickly." Alston said.

"Oh..." But isn't the World Cup over yet?Such words have not yet come out, and when he saw the appearance outside, he couldn't believe his eyes.It was hell!All the tents were on fire, countless people were screaming and fleeing, and many people who could not escape were crushed under the charred wooden piles, and among them, some people wearing tall hats and skull masks were like Walking among these like gods of death, the culprits are still spraying out magic with their wands to hurt others.

"What's that?" Fletta asked blankly, but no one answered him. "Hey! Dad, look there!"

Auston turned his head to look over, and found that a person was pressed under the tent and could not get out.It was not an ordinary tent. It had been enchanted inside, and it was as big as a small house. At this time, the brackets in the tent should have pressed the man's legs and prevented him from getting out.Mr. Alston gritted his teeth, put Fletta down to stay with his mother, and rushed towards the man.

When I got closer, I found that this person was the Indian snake-driver during the day. Mr. Alston lifted the thing that was holding him up vigorously, but the snake-driver walked away without even saying thank you. up.

Auston rolled his eyes, and at this moment, a curse flew out and suddenly hit the tent. This tent was as heavy as a small house, and it was unknown which nobleman left it behind.The already destroyed bracket was even more overwhelmed at this time, and it fell towards Oston with a loud noise.Seeing the tent that was about to fall towards him, Auston's eyes widened and he didn't react.

"Immabulus! (all immobilized)" Mrs. Hill yelled, drawing out her wand, and was held securely in place when the tent was inches from Alston.

With some frightened tears in her eyes, Fletta ran to hug her father, but Mrs. Hill was a step behind him and saw Auston.Mr. Hill couldn't help being taken aback, and then grabbed his hand in a panic, and kept comforting him: "Auston, dear?"

The muscles of Auston's whole body were stretched as hard as steel. He took a deep breath and his chest heaved up and down. At this time, his original pair of dark gray eyes somehow became like liquid gold, as if they were boiling.His pupils almost turned into a vertical line, and there was an extremely dangerous rage on his face.

"Honey, don't, don't...it's not here." Mrs. Hill hugged Mr. Hill and kept comforting her husband. "No! Please, don't let them find us."

I don't know how much time has passed, but Mr. Hill's anger seemed to calm down a little. He reached out to touch his son's soft silver hair, and placed a kiss on his wife's forehead.At this time, no screams could be heard in the entire venue, as if everyone had run away.

Cecilia.White.Mrs. Hill's eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes turned red silently.And when she raised her head, a black mark floating in the sky landed in her eyes very clearly.

It was an extremely ferocious skeleton, and hovering around it was a giant python spitting out a letter.So ugly and so evil.

The author has something to say: The name "Xunlong" was thought up by my roommate.

She was eating takeaway, and I asked her with a sad face, Darling, please give me a name.

The story is Jiangjiangniangniang, do you understand?

Her: "How to Train Your Dragon"

Me: "Have I heard this name before?"

She: "That's two words less, training the dragon."

Me: "Oh...what's the difference between training and taming?"

She: "Xun will scold you, and Xun will gently beat you with a small leather whip."

I:"……"

She: "It depends on your taste and writing style."

Me: "...Let's be fresher first. It's not good to fight and kill."

She: "Who said you're going to fight and kill, just for the sake of hehehe, do you understand?"

I know."