[hp] Dragon Training

When Fletta walked into the auditorium, she first stopped in her tracks because the four long tables were full of people.Everyone looked at him with an inquiring gaze, as if looking at an alien species or a monster. Faced with this gaze, Fleta's naughty and lively heart suddenly became frightened.

In fact, if he had mind reading skills, he would be able to understand what was going on in the minds of these underage wizards.For example: "Wow, he looks so cute!" "I've never seen pure silver and white hair!" "He looks so small!" With Hufflepuff's students, Slytherin and Ravenclaw would think about the child's origin and origin, and why it took so long for him to come to school.

Draco's face was so cold that he had been struck by a few freezing spells. He almost stared at the silver-haired kid standing motionless at the door.

Dumbledore's eyes were full of tenderness: "Son, come here. You are about to become my real student."

Fletta blinked her gray eyes, took a deep breath and slowly walked through the auditorium, and came to the classroom seats under everyone's gaze. Dumbledore knocked on the table and threw a silver spoon in front of the table, On landing it becomes a chair.

Fletta was a little nervous: "Professor?"

Dumbledore took out an old and old wizard hat from nowhere, and handed it to Professor McGonagall beside him.Professor McGonagall understood, and walked around from behind the table with his hat to the front, looked at Fleta and whispered: "Mr. Hill? Can we start?"

Fleta stared at the hat, and asked Dumbledore, "Talk to the hat, right?"

"Do what your heart thinks, do what your heart does."

So he sat on the chair that the silver spoon turned into, and felt Professor McGonagall put the hat on his head.All the students stared at him nervously, curious about which college this newly transferred special classmate would be sorted into by the sorting hat.

The hat was put on Fletta's head, and after feeling the soft silver-white hair, he moved slowly, and said: "I thought I only needed to work once a year, so I have to say that I have to work again. It's really unpleasant to wake up."

"I'm sorry, sir. But long sleep is also a boring thing, why don't you choose to chat with me when you wake up, I believe you must be a wise hat." Fleta said softly with her head down .

"Oh, of course. I've lived thousands of years, and I've seen many, many little wizards like you. Let me take a look... Assuming I'm not mistaken, your knowledge of spells is solid, and it looks like you're a The studious Ravenclaw?"

"It just looks easy to learn. Those knowledge were solidified by my mother with rattan." Fletta said helplessly.

"Your mother beat you, but you don't seem to lack maternal love?"

"My mother loves me very much, but she is also strict when it comes to seriousness. If I don't do well enough, she will relentlessly push me. Sometimes my father will not see it."

"What happens after you can't see it?"

"My mother will beat my father together."

"Oh...bad marriage."

"No, my mother has always been my father's treasure. They love each other deeply. Maybe this is a love we can't understand."

"Of course I don't understand, the fact is I've never been in love."

"Never? Mr. Hat, you look old... mature, never had a favorite hat?"

"Because I am old, so many hats are always changing before my eyes, and none of them last long. I loved Rowena once. The felt hat of Ravenclaw, the color of snow, wool Fluffy texture. Omg it has red feathers and jewels! Red is my favorite!"

"I like red too! In fact it's because the Bulgarian team color is red!"

"I don't know what Bulgaria is, but why don't you go to Gryffindor if you like red so much? There's red everywhere."

"Gryffindor? Don't. It sounds like a splitting curse (1)." With the courage and progress, there have also been many great wizards."

"It's desirable, but I don't think I'm the brave one."

"You're too modest, and that overly brave element of your character puts most Gryffindors off guard. So, Hufflepuff?"

"Oh my God." Fletta rolled his eyes, "How many times have I heard this word these days, I don't eat Amway, thank you."

"What is Amway? Is that a new snack? Is it delicious? As a hat, I can only think about the taste."

"I'm sorry, it's hard to define what Amway tastes like. It seems that I don't have a few options. Are there any colleges left for me to choose from?"

"Fortunately, there is Slytherin. The color is silver-green, which means that the animal is a snake. There have been many extraordinary people in various senses."

"Well, let's just stick to this. I like silver, the school uniform must go with my hair, and I really like snakes!"

"That could not be better. It was a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Fleta."

"Me too, Mr. Hat, I hope to have the opportunity to be friends with you."

The whole school risked being late for the first class and stayed at the long table to watch the sorting house, only to see the new kid chatting with the sorting hat!No one heard what they were mumbling about, but I have never seen someone who can be sorted for so long!When everyone was getting impatient, the worn-out hat that had been worn by all wizards suddenly announced loudly: "Slytherin!!"

Except for Slytherin House, almost everyone uttered a disappointed complaint, and this complaint came more from Slytherin's arch-rival Gryffindor.The little lions expressed their interest in foreign novelty, but they fell into other people's pockets before they had time to explore it. This really makes people feel unmotivated, doesn't it?

Gryffindor let out a sigh, put away his schoolbag and prepared to leave.The fourth year of Gryffindor had to take Potions class with Slytherin today, and the thought of that black bat made everyone even less excited.

"Draco, we should go." Pansy packed her schoolbag and pulled the people around her.

With a slightly irritated expression on Draco's face, he tied the books together with a spell, and was about to leave as soon as his robe was lifted.At this time, someone suddenly grabbed a corner of his clothes, and when he turned around, he saw a face that was brighter than the sun and stupider than a troll.

Draco: "..."

Fleta cautiously said, "Mr. Malfoy, hello..."

Draco didn't intend to talk to him at all, he pulled the corner of his clothes out of Fleta's hand fiercely, his expression became a little angry: "Excuse me, get out of here. Mr. Fleta, I don't have time to talk to a liar. And Your stupid expression that looks like you drank a kilogram of slug mixed with aconite juice really has the potential to affect my mood for a day."

Fletta was suddenly a little confused when he was scolded by such a long sentence. Forgive him for being only 11 years old and not knowing what aconitum juice is, but he understood the sentence to get out.Fletta panicked immediately: "I'm not a liar, Mr. Malfoy, I didn't intend to deceive you..."

"If you have a little bit of human blood in your blood, you, like a troll, should understand what I said." Draco frowned and insulted mercilessly, "Please, get out of here." open."

It was the first time that Fleta was so deeply hated, he stood there helpless.When he was still reacting, Draco left without looking at him. He could only stare at the back of the black magic robe in a daze.Seeing Draco walking away, Pansy showed a smile on his face, turned his head and said playfully to Fretta, "Welcome to Slytherin." Then he blinked and ran away quickly.

The poor child was left standing alone in the receding auditorium, completely bewildered.

The author has something to say:*

(1)

Gryffindor's English poem Gryffindo, the spell of splitting into pieces is Diffinfo.

Read it, sort of like ?

(2)

Traitors like Peter Petitrou.

Sometimes it is the traitors who come from within the extreme solidarity that are truly unforgettable.