[hp] Dragon Training

I am still here, why do you need to be afraid!

The people in the auditorium didn't dare to show their atmosphere, and they looked at the person on the stage without blinking their eyes.In the end, I don't know who stood up and applauded first. In the end, everyone was moved by the applause. Even the professor started to stand up and looked at the young student with firm eyes.The haze on everyone's faces seemed to be swept away by a powerful force, and excitement and hope reappeared in their eyes. It is really like what the chairman said, as long as he is in his eyes, he will be invincible and omnipotent!

Fleta took a deep breath, and made her applause firmer amidst the noisy applause, so that the seniors could hear it more, but it was covered by a louder voice.

Draco showed just the right amount of pride and complacency for these vain names and compliments, he nodded slightly as he walked off the stage and returned to his expressionless expression.The senior squinted and grabbed Fletta's hand that was clapping over his forehead: "No matter how well you drum, no one will reward you."

Fleta looked at him: "You are my best reward."

The senior looked at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to touch his face.

Fleta looked at him seriously, and put his hand on the back of the senior's stroking his hand: "You protect them, and I protect you."

The senior looked around at the people around, and their overly intimate behavior fell into the eyes of all the Slytherins.Several children who had just entered the Snake Yard looked surprised in their eyes. The silver-haired senior and the blond-haired senior stood together in perfect harmony.

"You're really not afraid of being shy." The senior looked at it and said casually, his eyes returned to Fleta's face.

……

【Slytherin Common Room】

Fleta led the freshmen to the dormitory, took the children to the top floor of the cellar, and carefully assigned their rooms one by one. Among them, a little girl stared at him with big eyes. .

Fletta finished ticking off the name, making sure that she did not neglect her duties, and looked at the little girl with a smile on her face: "Hello?"

The little girl thought for a while: "Mr. Prefect, are you and Mr. Chairman lovers?"

Fleta walked in and bent slightly: "Yes."

The little girl's eyes widened: "Wow! How did you do it?"

"Forehead……"

The girl's face was flushed with excitement, and her little hands were dangling in the air: "He is so kind, I heard my mother and sister say Mr. Malfoy's name before I came to school, but he is more powerful than I imagined Lots of land! He looks good and is so attractive! I'm sorry, I'm not saying you're not handsome, you look great too, but... But how did you do it like that!?"

Fletta thought for a while and didn't intend to fool her. She straightened her back and propped her chin in thought: "Miss Kyle?"

"Yes!"

"Do you think our chairman is good?"

"Excellent!" Irene Kyle's big brown eyes sparkled, "I can't find any faults in him! He is simply the best person I have ever seen!"

"In fact, he has shortcomings, and there are many of them." Fletta shrugged and said softly, "He has an indifferent personality and is indifferent to many things. He has an indelible arrogance in his bones, and he is arrogant. I don’t like it, sometimes he is very hard-spoken, so mean and ruthless that people can’t know his heart. Moreover, he is not very good in all courses, and he needs to spend a lot of effort in private to get good grades in the Transfiguration class.”

Shock and disillusionment immediately appeared in the eyes of the little girl Kyle: "Eh? Eh?"

"So how did I catch him?" Fletta smiled and sighed softly, "You all like him because he is good, but I love him deeply no matter whether he is good or bad."

The little girl looked at him, the boy's handsome and delicate face looked so soft under the dim cellar light, the rare light gray eyes and silver hair were so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away, he seemed to be saying a very religious thing now .Kyle was fascinated: "Sir?"

"what?"

"Uh...can I be friends with you!" The little girl blushed when she saw him, and the tips of her ears were bleeding red.

"Of course, I used to have a very good friend, and your eyes are very similar to hers." The prefect said in a very gentlemanly manner, "You should go to bed, ma'am."

"Yes! Good night, Mr. Prefect!"

"Good night."

When Fletta came down from the stairs, she found Draco sitting on the sofa by the fireplace, looking at a piece of paper and thinking carefully.Pansy and Daphne were sitting on the side, and a few little snakes of noble origin were also talking about something in a low voice.Fleta approached and realized that what they were discussing was the Deathly Hallows.

Daphne showed an impatient voice: "Okay, it's just a fairy tale, I really don't want to talk about it anymore!"

Pan Xi smiled: "Don't! The little watch smashed, there is a resurrection stone of immortality in the story, if the Deathly Hallows is real, wouldn't it be possible to stay young forever with that stone?"

Daphne glanced at the beautiful black-haired witch indifferently: "Go away. When everyone else is old, you will be young. If you are 80 years old and 20 years old, compare your beauty. Is it disgusting?"

"There's nothing wrong with that!" Panxi laughed out loud, her voice was clear and clear, "When you're too old to walk, I'll still be in my teens. Then I'll walk to your Looking at you affectionately in front of the hospital bed...then in front of you, I danced cheek-to-cheek with a boy who is so tender that I can pinch water!"

Daphne was about to vomit blood, looking like she wanted to tear Pansy apart.

Draco glanced at them, wisely not joining the intrigue among the women, and looked at the others: "Do you have anything to say?"

"Deathly Hallows..." Nat thought for a while, "If there is a powerful bone elder wand in it, that wand has such great power, if a wizard gets to use it, it is impossible not to be known..."

Fleta walked down, sat next to the senior and leaned against him: "Unless its owner is particularly powerful, it is not surprising that a powerful item is in his hands."

Draco nodded, affirming the idea: "Who is the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world now?"

"Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore."

"Grindelwald."

A group of people looked at the person who said this, and it turned out to be Gregory Goyle who had been eating cupcakes in silence.Already in seventh grade, Goyle swallowed the cupcake, sitting on a separate sofa like a hill.He made a thunderous rumbling voice: "Don't you all know him?"

Fletta looked blank, but Draco nodded: "The German devil is also the first generation of the Dark Lord."

Pan Xi frowned, and after thinking about it, she also remembered this person: "Is he locked up a long time ago?"

Nat affirmed: "Yes. Maybe he is very powerful, but it was Dumbledore who defeated him with his own hands and sent him to prison. So in theory, Dumbledore must be stronger!"

Gore ate a cake, and his voice was a little vague: "Who said that, my sister said there was an inside story, and Grindelwald was willing to be defeated."

Fletta pricked up her ears: "Do you have a sister? Gregory?"

"Cousin." Gore rolled his eyes and thought hard, "She looks very similar to me."

... Obviously not a good thing for a girl.Fletta smiled unnaturally: "Why would your sister say that about the German Dark Lord?"

Goyle thought for a while, eating too many sweets made the four of them dull, and finally remembered for half a minute: "My sister said it seemed because Grindelwald was actually Dumbledore's lover back then. Because Dumbledore hated He was so annoying and pushed for a divorce that he locked himself up with a broken heart."

Everyone: "..."

All of a sudden, the scene became cold!Everyone dared not take a breath!

Fletta's face was stiff: "Uh, may I ask, sister Ling... which department do you work in?"

Gore burped: "The entertainment section of the Daily Prophet."

Fletta raised her hair in bewilderment, and after thinking about it, her thinking suddenly went astray, and she asked curiously, "Then did they get divorced in the end?"

Daphne looked gloomy: "Bigamy is not allowed in the wizarding world and Britain, and Dumbledore has never dared to have a companion by his side..."

Pan Xi had a frightening expression on his face: "So it's a big possibility, maybe..."

Draco coughed dryly, interrupting their continuation of the conversation.He didn't take what Goyle said seriously at all, and he didn't want to care about anyone's emotional problems: "Okay, so now the bone wand probably has a lot to do with Dumbledore. This is simple, passing by the office after class tomorrow Just ask. Then the next two things, as for the invisibility cloak, I remember that Potter has one on his scarred head. Last time I caught him traveling at night and fined him to clean the toilet for a month. Unfortunately, he failed to hand in the dirt. I'll blackmail him later. And there's the last one, the Resurrection Stone. This topic is too big, so I'll talk about it tomorrow if you haven't finished discussing it. When you go back and make up your mind, let me know. Okay, the meeting is adjourned."

The senior summed up the matter in an instant, which was extremely efficient.The Slytherins didn't stop for a moment, and said goodbye to the chairman directly, and went back to their single dormitory to sleep.

Miss Daphne suffered from the previous quarrel, but she was still unconvinced after thinking about it, so she slammed Pansy's waist hard with her elbow.Pansy was bumped to the side, jumped up and pulled Daphne's blond hair violently, Daphne burst into tears in pain, and instantly determined to kill the little bitch Parkinson.Miss Parkinson had long legs, and the long black silk legs ran towards the dormitory, and slammed the door before Daphne caught up.Miss Greengrass vomited blood angrily, made an extremely indecent curse sound, and scratched vigorously on the door with her manicured nails.

Fletta: "..."

Women are amazing.The young man sighed sincerely, and rubbed his soft hair against his neck on his shoulders, and felt extremely relieved to rest his back on his flat and strong chest: "My lord chairman, what are you looking for for the Deathly Hallows?"

"I guess the Dark Lord will also look for it. After all, the Deathly Hallows represents the most powerful power. Now that the soul piece makes him unstable and at ease, if it is me, I will choose to add more protection to myself." Rubbing the ground a little itchy, narrowing some eyes.

"...we'll go for whatever he's looking for. We're totally on the same page with Voldemort, aren't we?"

"Hasn't it been a deadly enemy for a long time? Do you think he will let you live if you fall into his hands?" Draco said in a strange tone.

"It's really not sure..."

The senior frowned: "What?"

Fleta sighed. "I mean, my mom might be a little torn."

Draco fell silent as soon as he heard it, and he stretched out his hand to stroke Fretta's head: "Did you see it?"

"Hmm..." Fleta looked at the fire in the fireplace. The cellar was too humid because it was under the black lake. In order to prevent the students from getting sick due to the humidity, thick carpets and a warm fire were essential.The young man listened to the crackling sound of the charcoal fire, "Ever since Voldemort told my mother that the reason for denying her as a daughter was because she didn't want her to inherit his name and not as a pawn, my mother has been a little subtle when it comes to Voldemort."

Draco didn't speak, and listened to Fletta's muffled voice: "I think my mother must have loved that person very much... My mother's family was broken and living on the street, almost being eaten by wild dogs, and he picked it up and raised him since he was a child. People must be the most important person in her life. Compared with hating him these years, it must be that she has a bigger knot in her heart. Now that she knows the truth, she should be suffering in her heart. "

The senior thought for a while and said, "No."

Fletta was taken aback: "What isn't it?"

"The Dark Lord doesn't love her, and he doesn't love anyone. His feelings have long been worn away when his soul was cut, and the so-called present attachment is nothing more than a memory." The senior said indifferently, " He is stuck in the memory and fabricating feelings that no longer exist for himself, which is his own madness. Your mother is the most important person now, and she will definitely figure it out. "

Fleta sighed: "...I hope so."

The senior looked at the grandfather clock in the common room: "It's time, boy, it's time for you to go to the night watch."

"Oh, yes! I'm a prefect now." Fletta stood up responsibly, and said with some expectation, "When I come back from the night patrol, can I go to sleep in your room?"

"..." The senior looked at him nonchalantly, and finally nodded, "Yes."

Fletta was very happy, lowered her head and kissed the senior on the lips suddenly: "Then you must take a clean shower and wait for me!"

"..."