[hp] Dragon Training

In the first few days before the holiday, Fletta took his seniors up the mountain to cut trees and go into the water to catch fish and do all kinds of wild things.But in fact, it seemed that Draco was not very interested in this kind of outdoor activities. He didn't say yes or no to where Fletta wanted to go, and followed behind silently.Senior education is deep in the bones, even walking in the wilderness is like walking in your own rose garden.

This is not to say that he is very contrived, but that kind of leisurely and calm has already become a habit flowing in his blood.This is cheap for Fletta. He fantasized about having a playmate since he was a child, and even when he was crazy in the wild, he often thought how fun it would be to have an older brother who was about the same age as him.

Fletta was very happy. He ran hard on the plain with bare feet, his trousers were rolled up high, and his shirt was unbuttoned. The wind blew up the corners of his clothes, revealing his snow-white chest that was beginning to be firm.He came to the edge of the cliff with a cheer and jumped straight down, his blood flowing back in the weightless fall.The moment he was about to land, his scales instantly covered his whole body, and the silver flying dragon flapped its wings to form some small hurricanes, blowing away all the plants and stones under the valley!

The silver dragon hovered in the air, fell from the clouds, and flew up again. He enjoyed the thrill of flying freely, and the arrogance that was above everything made his soul soar.

Suddenly he heard a whisper: (Fleta, come back.)

Yinlong opened his eyes in an instant, and quickly flew back to the direction where the faint voice came from. When he landed, he turned into a disheveled boy and ran a few steps hastily.

Draco looked at the person running in front of him, lowered his head slightly and buttoned his shirt: "Did you catch anything?"

Fletta smiled, took out her hands from behind her back, and carried two fat birds that had passed out, indicating that she could have extra meals at night.He thought for a while: "Senior, were you calling me just now?"

"Well, what happened?"

Fleta paused as he followed him, remembering the words she heard in the clouds, how could human voices travel so far?He asked suspiciously, "Did you speak English just now?"

"Are you insulting me?" Draco froze for a moment and looked down at him emotionlessly.

"..." Fletta smiled, "No, maybe I got it wrong."

Draco gave him a blank look, and changed the question instead of asking: "Where do you want to go this afternoon?"

"Well, I've played it almost..." Fletta pondered for a while, "Did you have fun, senior?"

Just remembered to ask myself?Draco was also a little convinced: "It's okay, I'm very happy."

"But you didn't show it."

"So you feel guilty, kid? If I say I haven't been having fun with you?"

"No?" Fletta was puzzled, "If you're not happy now, let's go play other things, go climbing, go skiing on snowy mountains, anyway, there is always one thing I can make you happy."

Draco glanced at him: "Forget it, no need."

"Aren't you happy?" Fleta asked seriously for the second time.

"I'm really happy, don't think about it. At least for a long time, I haven't had the opportunity to let go of myself so freely." The senior said truthfully.

"Then let's go skiing in the afternoon!" Fletta was excited when he heard that, "There is a very high mountain range not far from here, the top of the mountain there is covered with snow all the year round, and the fun is no worse than that of the Alps. Let's slide down from the top of the mountain, and when we get to the bottom of the mountain, I'll take you up again!"

It sounds pretty wild.Draco looked at him and smiled, but he didn't refuse him, as if he let him make trouble.

However, their plan was not implemented, because at noon lunch, a chaffinch made of white paper stayed on the platform of the Hill family. The magical bird pecked at the window sill and uttered a sharp and urgent cry. , so that the four people in the family turned their heads to look at it for a moment.

Alston frowned, and stretched out his hand to the bird: "Come here."

The bird made of paper had traveled an untold distance to arrive here, and it immediately turned into a neat letter when it landed in Mr. Alston's hands.

Mrs. Hill saw her husband's face was a little solemn after reading the letter, and put a bowl of soup in front of him: "What did the Order of the Phoenix say?"

This flying bird spell belongs to Mrs. Hill's own original spell, and not many people in this world know about it.For the convenience of communication, she told the members of the Order of the Phoenix about this spell, and something must have happened at this time.

"...the Death Eaters found out when Harry went to school, and ran to his house to block the road."

"So wicked?" Mrs. Hill was stunned for a moment, "You won't let other people's children go to school?"

"probably."

Draco didn't say anything, at most he paused while holding the silver fork while Mr Alston was describing the contents of the letter.Immediately, he also ate his own with lowered eyebrows, as if he didn't care much at all.

Fletta chewed on cheese toast, vaguely: "And then? Did they succeed?"

"...I don't know if it counts, because they did intercept Harry, and then all the members of the Order of the Phoenix turned into Harry and ran in all directions, attracting their attention." Auston's face was a little bit eccentric.

"Stupid," Draco finally said, with deep disdain.

"Oh, I guess your father, Lucius, would definitely say the same thing." Alston raised the corners of his mouth with a strange expression.

Fletta held his face and said wearily: "In the first place, there must be more Death Eaters than the Order of the Phoenix. When the time comes, they will run separately and chase separately. Several Death Eaters will chase one person, and Avada's spell will be long-range. Throw it over—whose life is not life? If you are caught up, you will die. Who came up with this method of exchanging your own life for Harry's life?...United to face the enemy should not be Gryffindor Is it the usual style?"

"Dumbledore probably didn't come up with it." Alston shrugged, "Because most of the people who did it were Harry's classmates."

Fletta was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and frowned: "That's my classmates too. Did the letter say there were casualties?"

"Well, the Weasley twins—I don't know which one, they're missing an ear. Hermione Granger fell off her broom, and if she dies..." Auston looked at the letter and let himself The son's heart hung in his throat, "...a bird died. It seems to be the owl of Harry's child, called..."

"Hedwig." Fletta said with a pale face.

"Yes, that's right. Wait, you don't feel sorry for a bird anymore, son? Do you want to be such a virgin?" Alston was dumbfounded.

The boy didn't speak, his silver-gray eyes drooped, and he looked extremely depressed.Seeing the senior getting closer, Mrs. Hill was also a little worried, and the two asked almost in unison: "What's wrong?"

Fletta frowned and shook her head: "...that is, the only bird in Hogwarts that is willing to approach me. It is very white, clean and obedient. She is a beautiful girl. I once fed it some when I passed the tower in the library. Cookie crumbs."

For others, it may not be enough to remember the bird who is willing to get close to eating palm biscuits, but Draco knows that for Fleta, he really has no way to get close to ordinary creatures, and the moment he can have animals close to him Surprise and care.However, this beautiful surprise died in the hands of the Death Eaters.He reached out and ran his hand through his hair, and Mr. Alston's eyes stared straight at him.

"Harry should be the saddest, not me. I heard from Ginny that Harry's life was bad and he didn't have many things since he was a child. He has always regarded Hedwig as a sister."

"What does Scarhead think of a bird as a sister?" Draco wondered.You're the one I care about, okay?

"Perhaps Hedwig also regarded Harry as a relative, and died instead of him when they ran away. But whose life is not life? Why should they be taken away and killed by others at will? This is really ridiculous." Fletta sighed. Take a breath: "We can defeat Voldemort, right?"

The senior didn't speak, and looked up at Mrs. Hill, and sure enough, he saw Cecilia's face was a little unnatural.Draco lowered his eyes knowingly, and rubbed Fleta's soft silver hair: "We won't go skiing in the afternoon, let's go to Diagon Alley."

"...Isn't everything closed there?"

"Then go to Tump Alley."

"What are you doing there?" Fleta was a little surprised by the occasional obsession of the senior.

"I'll buy you a pet. There are so many animals in the world, there will always be ones who are bolder." The senior said softly.

After arriving at Tump Alley in the afternoon, the two of them were not in a hurry to pick up pets first.

Because of the Dark Lord, the two commercial streets that were once famous in the magic world were bleak, and the echo of footsteps could be heard when two people walked on the street.At this time, all the good people on Diagon Alley closed their doors and went home, that is to say, there are still a few people in Tundu Alley who want money and don't want their lives to continue to open shops.

Fleta followed Draco into a very old shop. As soon as he opened the door, a magical firework lit the antique hanging lamp in the shop, and the smoky yellow light illuminated the shop.Fleta looked curiously, and found that it was an antique grocery store that sold everything, not just black magic props.

It took a long time for an old man to come out of the shop. Yveleta looked over. The old man was probably as old as Grandpa Dumbledore, but he didn't have the spirit of the principal's grandfather. When he came out, Fry Tadu was hesitating whether to help him, because his back seemed to be bent almost to the ground.

The old man looked at Draco and coughed, "What do you want?"

Draco thought for a while: "What do you have?"

"It has everything."

"So..." Draco's voice could be slowed down a bit, making his tone look a little arrogant, "Where's Peverell's relic?"

The old man looked up at him with cloudy eyes, and his hooked nose looked very abrupt.Fleta frowned, feeling like he was glaring at the senior.The old man shook his head: "Sorry, not this one."

"So what about the news about Peverell?" Draco didn't show any frustrated expression, his gray-blue eyes scanned the decorations in the shop, and asked casually.

"..." The old man was silent for a long time, "This thing is too difficult to get."

"Oh?" The senior squinted his eyes and looked at him.

"The money needs to be doubled." The old man compared a number with his hands, "this number."

Fleta had no idea what Peverell was or what they were talking about.The only thing that is clear is that the senior is looking for something, and this store probably has some news.Just when one of his seniors was about to say: "Money is not a problem", Draco laughed: "It's too expensive."

Fletta: "..." As the heir of the richest family in the UK, are you embarrassed?

The old man glared at him with an unhappy expression, as if he wanted him to get out.However, Draco remained expressionless, and took out a dragon skin bag full of Galleons from his pocket, and threw it directly on the counter, making a sound of money turmoil.

The old man picked up the heavy bag of money and tried it, and said hesitantly: "...to buy news, the money is almost enough."

"Don't buy news." The senior looked down at the stooped and short old man, "Buy clothes. Pack up the clothes in your store for little girls, all the nicer ones, all seasons, and send them to Hogg Woz go."

Two men came to an antique store to buy women's clothes, how strange it looked.However, Fletta immediately understood what the senior meant, and smiled at him after a while.

After the two left the store, Fleta took Draco's hand: "Here, Helena bought it?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but he also acquiesced.

"Her mother asked you to take good care of her, so you can rest assured?" Fletta stretched, "You are really famous for being responsible."

"It's limited to this, and it comes from the chairman's concern." Dracopi smiled, "Can I really be her father?"

"Come on? What's wrong with having a beautiful daughter?"

"I'm tired enough of raising you."

While talking, Fletta thought for a while and came to a post office, which was not closed yet.A young man was wearing a linoleum hat and looked awake.

Fletta tapped on the table: "Sir, can you still work?"

"Work." The young postman looked hopeless, "If you are targeted by the Dark Lord, you will die. If you don't work, you will starve to death. I have to pay the rent, and I have two cats to raise. No matter how hard or tired, I will be myself." It's useless."

Fletta thought he was very funny, and smiled: "I want to fill out an order form, can I?"

"Okay, wait a minute." The young man took out a list.

Fletta wrote Honeydukes on the order form, and after thinking about it, filled it with various types of candy orders, including some novel and sweet snacks.In the end, he also asked the store to give some plush puppets as gifts.After finishing writing these, Fleta solemnly wrote on the delivery address - sent to Hogwarts.

The young man took a look: "Wow, there are so many, rich people."

"Hehe, my own storefront." Freita smiled modestly.

Draco looked at him and sneered: "I don't have enough to eat, and I still think about others every day?"

Fleta shrugged: "I want to raise a daughter."

"..."

"This year I will go to the ancestral grave to spend more money to go to school. If little Helena wants something, just buy it for her." Fletta thought for a while, "At least grandma... also saved Sirius and us. Did you hear about Entubao?"

"Of the more than 300 rules of Slytherin, none of them tell us to reciprocate. We are not such good people at all." Draco sneered.

"Then...whose academy has the principle of repaying kindness?" Fletta scratched his head.

"Gryffindor." Draco said with great certainty, "their regulations clearly state that if someone is kind to them, even if they spend their entire lives, they must repay that person with all their strength." ( 1)

"It's weird OuO," Fletta laughed out loud, "Is it a promise, how can someone be so stupid?"

"You're that stupid." Draco rolled his eyes at him.

"..." Fletta tactfully changed the subject, "By the way, what is Peverell?"

Draco never kept his secrets from him, and he answered all his questions since he was a child, and of course it was the same this time: "Deathly Hallows."