[hp] Dragon Training

In fact, the body of a teenage boy is quite resistant to that.

Afterwards, because Fletta was crying and making noises, and kept getting angry, the senior was so annoyed by teasing that he threw someone upside down on the bed and came back twice.In the evening, after Mrs. Hill and Mr. Hill met and chatted with the Order of the Phoenix, and bought vegetables and came back to cook, the senior shook the sleepy muddy person out of bed.Fleta just jumped up from the bed in a daze for two seconds. He quickly put on his clothes and ran downstairs, because he was really hungry because of too much physical exertion.

Draco stretched out his hand to hold him, and helped him button up his shirt one by one, covering up some bruises. At the end, seeing him felt soft in his heart, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of his already rosy mouth , Gently licked the place where the skin was broken and bleeding from the previous kiss.It wasn't until the time of separation that the look in his eyes was still deeply in love, so I touched his face and went downstairs with him.

Mrs. Hill quickly prepared a table of good food, and took off her apron to watch the two boys eat.Fletta took a sip of creamy mushroom soup, and her voice was a little hoarse all afternoon, but because it was during the voice change period, she didn't attract any special attention: "Mom, what are you doing this afternoon?"

"I met some uncles." Cecilia said casually.

"Oh."

"Lupine and Moody proposed that Harry come to our house for a few days, because they are not safe around them anymore." Mrs. Hill continued casually.

"What!?" Fretta's eyes widened.

Alston cut the steak quickly: "I declined."

"..." Fletta was about to jump up, but sat down again, and said in a daze, "Oh."

Mr. Alston glanced at him: "After all, our family lives here in seclusion, and we have never told others the address. Although it is an extraordinary period, we also have things that we cannot tell others and can not be shown to others at will, such as your grandfather." Finally, his eyes fell on Draco who was eating indifferently.

Fleta rolled her eyes: "My grandpa likes Draco. I know what you mean, but the senior is nothing else to me."

Mrs. Hill smiled: "Then who is he?"

Fletta was not shy at all, and bent a smiling face: "Mom, your second son. Who do you think he is?"

Mrs. Hill glared at him, as if she didn't like his casual appearance.

Draco asked something else instead: "How is Sirius Black?"

"Yeah... he is your uncle after all." Cecilia frowned and said, "I feel that he is very abnormal now, the whole person looks like a crazy terminally ill patient, and it is an unknown person who keeps him alive." belief."

Draco nodded, with some annoyance in his eyes: "My mother talked to me in private. Although she still can't forgive Sirius, as the only remaining younger brother, she still has no choice but to feel sorry for him."

"What about you?"

"what?"

Fletta blinked: "Don't you feel sorry for your uncle?"

Draco looked at him and suddenly sneered.Shaking his head, not knowing whether he was sighing or denying, he lowered his head and took a sip of soup intently.

Fletta was a little interested, and he and his mother exchanged glances: "Why don't you like Sirius?"

"He's annoying."

"Did he do anything to you, sir?"

Draco thought for a while, and didn't intend to hide it from Fretta and the Hill couple. He took out a key from his trousers pocket, and he knew it was the key of Gringotts' vault at a glance.

"This is?" Fletta picked up the golden key, looked at it, and read out the name on it: "...R·A·B? Regulus Black?"

Draco nodded: "When I was just full moon, Uncle Regulus came to Malfoy Manor and hugged me. It has nothing to do with family property. He gave me his private treasury as a gift. My mother told me, Uncle Regulus was very happy to hold me, he was really happy for my birth."

Fleta looked at the key, as if seeing that scene.The handsome and handsome young man with black hair and black eyes hugged the baby in swaddling, put his forehead against the baby's soft cheek, and kissed the baby's face with a gentle smile in his eyes. He prayed for the baby wholeheartedly, hoping that the baby His life is healthy and happy all his life, he is grateful for Merlin's gift, and loves this gift from heaven devoutly.

"And what about Sirius?" Draco didn't have any expression on his face, holding a silver spoon in his beautiful slender hand, and his voice was flat without ups and downs, "He only has eyes on Potter, that James from Gryffindor The orphans left behind, obviously have no blood relationship but they are more important than anything else. He used to look at me like he was looking at a villain, what did he call me in his heart? A little Death Eater?"

Auston listened, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a little interest.He knocked on the table with his index finger knuckle: "Son, are you hating him?"

"Of course not." Draco's eyes were extremely indifferent, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, "I didn't have feelings for him in the past, and I won't have any in the future. How can there be hatred and love without feelings?"

Oston listened very well. He really liked this kind of casual and free-spirited character, and his favorability with the senior suddenly increased a lot, almost admiring him.The senior has a high EQ and a high IQ. Seeing that the topic was a bit heavy, he shrewdly stopped talking.

Fletta looked at the key with R·A·B written on it, feeling inexplicably precious.He handed it back to the senior: "What's in the vault?"

The senior pushed the key back: "Just keep it for me. There is not a lot of money in the vault, but there are more antiques and books, many of which are story books and history books. You will like it."

"Books?" Fletta smiled.

"Hmm." Draco thought for a while and smiled, "According to what my mother told me, Uncle Regulus likes reading very much, and sometimes he can read a book several times."

"Isn't that the same as you?" Fletta found it very interesting. "It is said that a nephew will look like an uncle, and it is true."

The expression on Draco's face suddenly turned cold, and he snorted: "I'm not like Sirius."

……

【Distant Riddle Manor】

As usual, it was in a dark room, but this time, the dark and gloomy atmosphere was more intense. The powerful wizard used a spell to cover the room densely, so that no light from the outside world could penetrate.

The giant python Nagini originally wanted to see the people inside, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't get in, so it had to leave again and again helplessly.

Tom Riddle had been badly wounded by Rowena earlier.Riddle would not pay attention to physical damage at all, but Rowena is the originator of soul magic. She did not know what spell she used to ignite the flames and burn Riddle's already incomplete soul. He survived, but with irreparable trauma.

The soul is no more than the body, and being hurt will not hurt, but will only make people feel a strong sense of loss.People whose souls have been damaged cannot perceive changes in the outside world, and their emotions will deviate. They cannot smell the fragrance of flowers, taste the taste, or feel the temperature of the sun. Thick yarn.

But what disturbed Riddle even more was that he began to experience frequent memory deviations.

For example, now, he is lying on a big black silk satin bed, wearing a thin silk nightgown, his sleeping face is full of pain and anxiety.

Riddle was dreaming, dreaming that he was sitting high up in the attic, looking out of the glass window at the grass in the garden below.He thought he was back when he was a child. He was still in the cold orphanage. Because he could use magic, he was regarded as a heretic by the nuns, and he was often imprisoned in a dark space.Sitting in the cold room, he felt as if a layer of snow had been buried in his heart, his limbs lost all intuition, and in the end it was so cold that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Riddle looked at the pale skin on his hands, and clearly saw the blue traces of his blood vessels under the skin.The blood seemed to be stagnant and congealed, he was shivering with cold, and suddenly Riddle realized that he might be dying soon.

He can't die!How can he die?He promised someone that he must live, the only thing he can't do is die!

A trace of panic finally appeared on Riddle's face. He ran towards the door, even if he crawled, he wanted to get out of the place where he was confined. Suddenly, he accidentally fell to the ground, as if he had been hungry for several days. With a little strength.Riddle felt that his intuition was constantly being withdrawn. He was unwilling to die like this anyway, so he yelled at the door uncontrollably.

However, unexpectedly, the door opened.

He was picked up horizontally by a pair of strong hands, put back on the bed and covered with the quilt, the man was half a head taller than him, his voice was mixed with anger and care that could not be ignored: "Who told you to get up when you were still sick! You useless brother!"

Riddle suddenly woke up from his dream!He propped himself up with his bloodshot eyes wide open, lying on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath.He repeatedly thought about what he dreamed in his dream. He thought it was his own memory, but there was a deviation.

...Is that, Regulus Black?If so, why did I become him in my dream, and where did I go?

Riddle raised his hand and shattered all the confinement at once. The magic power was so strong that the room itself began to collapse.Light entered the dark space instantly, illuminating Riddle's extremely beautiful but eerie face at this moment.

The Dark Lord raised his left wrist to reveal the ferocious Dark Mark, and he covered the mark with his right hand, his voice was low and hoarse: "... Bellatrix Lestrange, now I use the master's Identity orders you to come see me!"

Bella's arrival brought Riddle the Hufflepuff's golden cup. She handed the cup to the Dark Lord respectfully, but Riddle eagerly took it.

Riddle looked at the quaint golden cup and frowned, not expecting his condition to be so bad.He found that his soul became unstable, and even began to merge into this body. It was precisely because of this that he actually perceived the memory of Regulus' body.

If he doesn't do anything else, his soul will dissipate and merge without being destroyed.

Riddle raised his hand, cut his wrist deeply with a slashing curse, and filled the gold cup with the blood that kept dripping. He couldn't feel the pain, so he just let the blood flow like this.

Until the cup was full of blood, Riddle took a deep breath and picked up the cup with both hands, closed his eyes and began to recite a long and strange spell.The voice of the incantation was hoarse and noisy, like a combination of many different languages.As he chanted the incantation, the thick plasma in the cup began to roll as if it had been boiled, and a strong smell of blood began to waft through the entire hall, with an extremely strong smell of fishy sweetness laced with rust.

Bellatrix watched Riddle do this, and she didn't know why she felt a sense of fear and fear in her heart. She watched Riddle finally finish chanting the spell, and the cup of blood had completely turned black.Riddle held up the golden cup and drank the blood like drinking wine at a feast. He closed his eyes and raised his head, his snow-white Adam's apple kept wriggling until the last drop of blood in the golden cup bottomed out before he opened it. Those blood red eyes.

"……Owner?"

Riddle exhaled a long breath, and the soul fragments returning to the body felt like a person who was about to freeze to death re-soaked in a hot spring.That kind of comfortable pleasure instantly relieved his frowning brows, because Regulus's corpse had always remained pale, and its face also turned bloody, like a withered and dried flower instantly moistened with dew and revived. .

The Dark Lord threw the golden cup casually, and the cup rolled aside with a crisp sound in the hall.He felt a little tired, and sat on the chair with his head propped on his hands, closing his eyes gently.

Bellatrix hesitated for a while, and mustered up the courage to step forward and grab Riddle's bleeding wrist, and uttered a healing spell to heal the deep wound.Riddle opened his eyes and looked at his servant indifferently, neither stopping her nor thanking her, like looking at a piece of air or a speck of dust.

"Bella."

"Yes Master."

"Do you love your brother? Tell me about him." Riddle rubbed his eyes sleepily. "It's not Sirius Black, it's Regulus Black. I'm just curious."

Bellatrix thought for a while, then showed a ferocious smile, twisting an originally beautiful face into a ghost: "He is a traitor!"

"Answer my question directly, don't say anything else." Riddle interrupted her impatiently.

Bella was taken aback for a moment, and began to think about this question seriously, and finally said in a low voice, "...No one would dislike him."

The Dark Lord glanced at her. "Didn't Sirius Black hate his brother?"

"No... I think..." Bella frowned. She had been away from her mother's family for many years and tried hard to recall the past. "I think that waste Sirius liked his brother since he was a child. Although he never said it, but... …but……"

"I am listening."

"Master, Regulus has been a very nice, obedient and beautiful child since he was a child... My sister Narcissa and I have always loved him very much." Bellatrix said reluctantly, "Originally, the Black family only She wanted a boy to inherit the family business, but the old Mrs. Black accidentally became pregnant with a second child. The doctor in St. Mungo said that the child might be born with some deformities. Knowing this, the old Mrs. Black intended not to want Regu Les, but was stopped by Sirius. Sirius was only a few years old at that time, but he forced his mother to give birth to the child, because he said that he wanted a younger brother."

Riddle opened his eyes, and looked at Bellatrix very strangely: "Is that big trash dog mentally ill? You have to be born crippled?"

Bella nodded in embarrassment: "That's what he said at the time, if you are born to be unable to walk, you will push him for the rest of your life; if you are born to be unable to speak, you will be an interpreter for him for the rest of your life; I will never leave him for the rest of my life.”

Riddle was silent for a while, and finally showed a sneer: "It's really interesting."

"So I don't know..." Bella stammered, and finally sighed, "I guess when Sirius left the family, Mrs. Black was so decisive to him, other than that he was too rebellious, it may be because he felt that He broke his promise to take care of others for the rest of his life."

Bellatrix left the Dark Lord's manor, but Riddle just sat there without moving.For some reason, he repeatedly thought of that night, the image of Sirius staring at him persistently while spitting out blood, in despair.That night Sirius told him that he could give him his life and begged him to return his brother.

How ridiculous?Where in the world is there such a good bargain?But why did I cry again that day?The scorching tears melted all the cold, and with the sadness of the deceased who had been dead for more than ten years, they fell on the person who cared most.

Riddle raised his hand to caress his handsome face, and his fingertips touched the corners of his warm eyes.He thought for a while, and his voice was as soft as a feather falling to the ground: "The person who promised to be with me all the time, but broke his oath and left first. If it was you, would you blame him?"

The author has something to say: Of course...

no~

In this article, a pair of cp

Everything else was strangled to death by my various meanings.

Anyway, according to the size of Shou's temper

Regulus<Fleta<Abraxas? ?

that? ? ?is a very difficult person to deal with

famous for being bad tempered

Almost destroyed the most famous wizard in the wizarding world.