[hp] Dragon Training

Fleta came out of the Response Room, and Rowena asked him to avoid him for a while, but he didn't refuse.It is not good for a gentleman to pry into the hearts and feelings of ladies all the time.

Rowena planned to revive her daughter, but Fletta was only surprised for a moment and then disappeared. I don’t know why he seems to be less and less surprised by such absurd things recently...Since someone can cut the soul into seven In this movie, someone can wake up on a living person across the millennium... Merlin's socks, is there anything in this world that magic cannot do...

Reviving a well-existing soul requires the construction of a physical body, which is not difficult for Rowena. She found a complete set of utensils in the Room of Requirement. All she needs is the mother's soul, the dust from the place where the undead are attached to, a part of the servant's body, and The body of a wizard with superb magic power is filled with blood of magic power.

The soul of the mother comes from the remaining soul piece on the crown. If Helena is resurrected, Rowena will also die completely.The dust of undead love comes from the door of the Ravenclaw library. Rowena grabbed a handful on the ground when she went out. The reason why Helena stayed there for a thousand years is also her order. At this time, the resurrection condition is so Simple.Part of the servant's body comes from Luna's body. Helena is the elf of Ravenclaw, Rowena is the ancestor of Ravenclaw, and Luna is the prefect of Ravenclaw. Of course, he can be regarded as a follower.

Originally, Fleta wanted to prevent her from hurting Luna, but Rowena just smiled and cut off a section of Luna's long pale golden hair, leaving Fleta speechless.What follows is the magical blood.

There is a scabbed scar on the palm of Fleta's left hand. The blood of the Hill family is like boiling magma, and the magic power is as full as hot lava.Only his or his father's blood can guarantee that the resurrected Helena will still be a wizard with magic.

Of course, Rowena's demand for blood from Freita was not free. She promised to give him the Ravenclaw crown after everything was over and return it to Luna intact.

"It still hurts a bit... But boys can't be so afraid of pain... Be strong, Fleta." The boy whispered to himself, and the exquisite Transfiguration spell produced a handkerchief, wrapping the bloody palm around it. Well, as soon as I looked up, I saw an acquaintance running over.

"Yo, Ginny! Good evening!" Fletta smiled and waved, "Are you also out for a night tour?"

Ginny had a strange expression on her face: "What are you doing at night? Go and hide, it's very dangerous outside now, what if something happens to you?"

"what happened?"

"Voldemort is coming!" Ginny was a little anxious, but Fletta was still a schoolboy three years younger than him, and she couldn't help worrying about him, "Go back to the cellar and inform your prefect Aspen Tolia arranges the students and don't run around! Professor McGonagall has already gone to find Dumbledore, but the headmaster has left the school, so he may not be able to find it in time... Anyway, go back quickly!"

"Voldemort... so bold?" Fletta was dumbfounded. "It's so late to carry out night raids. Don't the Death Eaters sleep? How much does Voldemort pay them for working overtime like this?"

"...Anyway, protect yourself." Ginny refused to answer.She had already notified Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and only Slytherin, who was farthest from Gryffindor, had not been notified. They declare war, and time is ticking. "Where's Mr. Malfoy?"

"Draco..." Fletta turned pale all of a sudden, "My senior has something to leave school, and he said he would be back at twelve o'clock... Ginny! What time is it now?!"

Ginny's face was very ugly: "It's almost twelve o'clock...so there is a possibility that they will meet on the field outside the school?"

Before she could finish speaking, Fleta's eyes lit up for a moment, and the next second the silver dragon incarnation shook its wings and rushed out.The moonlight fell on his sterling silver scales and flashed like a flash of lightning.

Ginny stood there, hesitating for a second whether to continue to inform Astoria to let her count the number of people to protect the students, or to keep up with Fleta.But in just a second, the red-haired young wizard made a decision. She took a deep breath and ran out of the Hogwarts school, holding the wand tightly in her hand, ready to start fighting at any time.She wasn't afraid, and even her whole body began to tremble slightly with excitement. (1)

Riddle took down the two hawks with ease, and sent a few men with a wave of his hand, ordering them to find the crown.

Bellatrix stood there the whole time, watching Riddle's movements, and remembering the name her master called her before, she always felt a little strange in her heart.She bit her lip, and softly called out to the Dark Lord with unbelievable emotion: "Rael?"

Riddle frowned: "Bella, what did you say?"

Bella bowed her head immediately: "I'm sorry master... I'm just... I'm just talking to myself."

Riddle looked at her, because he had just lost a horcrux, his face was as pale as new snow, at this time he saw his servant panicked, according to the way he should have punished her violently before, but now he doesn't know why he feels a little bit Reluctant: "It's okay, Bella...now is not the time to be distracted, pay attention to everything."

"Yes." Bellatrix was flattered, not expecting the Dark Lord to speak to her in such a tone.

In fact, it is not without doubt that the Dark Lord has become gentler since the change, but his attitude towards other Death Eaters has not changed, as always, high and cold... and only treats Berat For Ricks and Rothdorf, his expressions will soften unconsciously.

"Master...you don't have to be like this...I am your servant, you are the most respected existence, and I am willing to do everything for you!" Bellatrix said affirmatively through gritted teeth.

"Then, you can kill for me." Riddle smiled, "Kill all the people who stand in my way."

Before Bella had time to be sure, there was an extremely angry dragon roar from the sky.Fleta heard what the Dark Lord said, and the anger in her heart could not be contained. Some vague human language came out between the dragon's lips and teeth, resounding like thunder: "How dare you do this!"

Riddle slumped his shoulders slightly, looked up with some kindness in his eyes: "Long time no see, kid."

Fletta's golden pupils saw this man's face carefully. He had met Voldemort that night, and when he saw him again at this time, he still couldn't believe that the snake-faced monster had really turned into this... ... What's more frightening is that Fleta is such a sensitive person to danger, but even now he doesn't have much ill feeling towards Voldemort.

... This person looked so familiar, and that face was so gentle in Fletta's eyes, which made him feel a little sad.

Ginny felt panting behind him, but saw that Fleta did not come forward to attack, and the girl stood beside him with her wand tightly in her hand: "Fleta?"

Fleta raised one wing to protect Ginny behind her, and landed on her four paws. Watching Riddle stop Bella who was about to attack him, her golden eyes were as thick as liquid gold: "Who are you...you can't be Voldemort ..."

"I'm Riddle, Fleta. Although your mother is a little distant from me now, you can call me grandfather, I don't mind." Riddle lowered his eyes and suddenly smiled softly.

Seeing his drooping eyes, Fleta's heart skipped a beat.Silver Dragon sensed danger, and his extremely alert nerves made him subconsciously spit out a name: "... Regulus Black."

Ginny was taken aback when she heard the name, and also remembered that Voldemort stole Regulus Black during this summer vacation.At this moment, she looked at the Dark Lord who had changed so much, and suddenly felt that his face was somewhat familiar.The girl's mind is more sensitive, and she thought of some connection in an instant, and almost exclaimed.

Riddle didn't look at Ginny Weasley, and kept staring at Silver Dragon with a smile: "Child?"

"What did you do to Regulus!?" Fleta turned into a dragon and slurred, still asking this question angrily. "Why did you become so like him! Where's his corpse?"

But Riddle didn't answer him this time. In the dark outskirts of Hogwarts, he smiled with the power of death. It really didn't look like a living person's smile. Stiff black and white photos are no different.

Fleta took a deep breath, and the dragon's voice was extremely cold and trembling: "Get out of here now, or I will do everything I can to make you pay the price."

Bellatrix let out a maniacal shrill laugh, and this time she shot at the raving silver dragon without waiting for Riddle to stop him.Fleta watched the woman pointing her wand at herself with contempt and sarcasm in her eyes.The silver dragon flapped its wings slightly and still stopped Ginny, who was about to fight back, and protected her behind her back. However, the curse that attacked him turned around in an instant, as if being blocked by invisible air, and then lashed out. went back.

Bellatrix resisted her curse with an armor body. Dragon scales are known to resist magic. Then she raised her wand and tried to cast a slashing curse, at least hitting the dragon body of Freita the most. Those fragile eyes.

But when she looked directly at those cold golden vertical pupils, Bella froze for a moment.What kind of eyes are those? The contemptuous killing intent in the eyes does not seem to regard her as a life, but as a speck of dust that can be blown away at will.

Fleta's wings had some silvery reflections under the moonlight, and as he grew older, the influence of Hill's blood in his body became more and more important to him.

This is really not a good thing. Fletta obviously felt that he became more and more emotional when he was angry. Whenever he turned into a dragon, the evil thoughts after liberating everything in his heart would slowly appear.The most obvious one is extreme arrogance, which is a common problem. He will feel that he looks down on everything in this world.Will do some cold-blooded things that I can't do on weekdays.

The young silver dragon only uttered a very soft chant in his throat, but it was the dragon language.Dragons are the oldest creatures in the world, and they spent too much time in magic, which led to the final change of the language they communicated to be extremely simplified.For example, at present, it only takes less than one-tenth of a second for Fleta to complete the complex and long incantations of tens of syllables in the language of human civilization in Dragon Language.

Long looked arrogantly at the disrespectful person and slowly pronounced the sentence: (Death.)

Bella has never been so close to the extreme coldness. At that moment, she felt that her five senses were taken away from her body, and her whole body seemed to be frozen by ice.For the first time, she experienced that death is such a terrible thing, depriving you of the right to live with extreme pain.

However, a warm hand was placed on Bella's shoulder at this moment, and Riddle smiled and said, "Stop."

As his servant came back alive from the brink of death, Riddle looked at the silver dragon with praise in his eyes: "White's life stripping technique, forcibly stripping life, is slow and can be stopped compared to Avada Kedavra, but The price is the prevention of human life."

The Dark Lord's voice was very appreciative: "The secret technique from White's magical family is simply the art of magic. I was lucky enough to see Cecil use it once. It was the first time she killed someone, and the reaction was very interesting. My child, I really am I like you more and more, seeing you now is like seeing Cecil back then, genius but ignorant, innocent enough to be pitiful."

"You have no right to mention my mother's name, you murderer!"

"No, I have." Riddle picked up the yew wand and pointed at him, "When you kill, you must be prepared to be killed, child. This is what I told Cecil after the murder. She looks so cute, like I hurt her so badly. Oh my god."

Fleta was so angry that she was about to fight him desperately, but Ginny turned her head and yelled behind her: "Draco!"

The silver dragon's attention was diverted in an instant, the arrogance and coldness in his eyes disappeared the instant he heard the name, and he looked no longer like an evil dragon that took people's names, but rather a huge canines.

Ginny reminded him: "Fleta be careful!" She raised her hand and used an armor body to block an attacking spell for him.

But how can Fleta be careful, he doesn't care about anything, he doesn't care about the danger, he only knows one thing - at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, his prince really came back!

Draco was in a hurry to get back, and he knew something must have happened before he found Fleta in the lounge.At this moment, he looked at this idiot almost furiously, and almost swears: "Stand there and don't move! Bastard!"

Hawthorn's wand was pointed at the Dark Lord and them at a distance, lest they might give his dragon a sneak attack from behind.

Riddle was calm, he wasn't so despicable to engage in sneak attacks, the yew wood wand was laid leisurely in his hand, watching the silver dragon transform into a boy in an instant, and threw himself into the arms of the person he liked.The dignified Dark Lord suddenly looked like a fool. In the middle of the night and because he was far away, he couldn't see anything clearly even with his short-sighted eyes. A silver-haired child hugged.

When she was very young, Cecilia also seemed to like to pounce on Abu like this.This scene is vaguely familiar to the eye.

However, before he recalled it for a long time, an extremely hoarse and angry cry interrupted all his emotions.

Draco's face was full of frost: "You stand still! Don't lean on me!"

Fleta raised her head from his arms and said, "Uncle Sirius? Is the Order of the Phoenix here?"

"No! You go away and don't cling to me!" Draco pulled him away, he was obviously still angry at Fretta's reckless behavior just now.

Fleta looked at Sirius who had followed Draco to Hogwarts, and realized that she almost couldn't recognize him.When the school started, Sirius was still a prodigal son who had turned back. He tried his best to look after himself very well, his clothes were neat and tidy, and he was in good spirits.But at this moment, Sirius looked... like a lunatic who was just released from Azkaban!

Sirius Black's black hair hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and he was in a mess at this moment.He had lost a lot of weight, his face was so haggard that it was hard to look straight at him, his cheeks were even slightly sunken, but there was a terrifying and crazy look in his pure black eyes.At this time, he was like a candle, burning himself with all his strength and recklessly, and it was so hot that it was frightening.

For a moment, Fleta recalled what Harry said: Sirius has become very bad since Regulus was taken away.But seeing him now, Fletta realized how bad it was.

When Sirius Black came to Hogwarts with his nephew, he made all the preparations in his heart.He has only one life, but he is determined to use his life to fight Voldemort.He finally found Voldemort, and all along the way he wanted Voldemort to pay for his actions.

——But that was after seeing Voldemort, all Sirius' thoughts collapsed in an instant.

Standing there, Mr. Black looked at the black-haired young man with thick dark circles, and felt tens of thousands of sharp swords passing through his chest at once.

Riddle looked at Sirius, somehow amused by his expression.He looked really good when he smiled, like a lotus flower blooming in the dark night.He has such a pair of beautiful eyes, which are usually warm and moist like a pool of water, but when he is happy, the whole scenery will be vivid.

Sirius was trembling all over his body. Looking at that smile, he seemed to see that year and that month. When he stood in the yard of Black's house and looked up at the second floor, the man with black hair and black eyes was bowing his head by the window and smiling softly. call him brother.

He collapsed to the point of losing himself, and it became difficult to breathe. His tears flowed out of his eyes and burned his heart, and he tremblingly said to Riddle: "...you are... who are you..."

The author has something to say: (1)

Facing Task Responsibilities and Human Safety

Slytherins generally choose to fulfill their responsibilities first

Gryffindor will choose to consider human safety

Actually didn't want to say anything

manifest a characteristic.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed...I’ve been writing about the representatives of the four colleges and their unique qualities.

Slytherin (keywords: selfish, calm, benefit, sharp): D, F Gryffindor (keywords: brave, sincere, reckless, brave): not Harry, but Ginny (selfishly likes brave girls , not the kind provided by knowledge, slightly NPC. It should be better than the kind that boys can do)

Ravenclaw (keywords: wisdom, indifference, ethereal, calm): Luna Hufflepuff (keywords: kind, happy, loyal, clumsy): Colin (will write about him in the next volume)

so powerful

In fact, I write without an outline.

Do you believe it ==

Written up to now is completely just a sentence before writing

Express what you want to write

However, if you connect the clues of the above plot, grasp the characters and what they can say, you can finish writing a chapter of five or six thousand words...

such as this chapter

I thought to myself:

Fletta is going to cry, the senior can come back, and Sirius is going to appear and cry.

Gone.

Then blah blah blah wrote so much

I also admire myself a lot...