[hp] Dragon Training

Fletta came out of the cellar, and she couldn't be more happy at the thought of being able to share a bed with her senior at night.Although they often slept together in the past, how can it be compared to before now!The little hooligan skipped a lot of unhealthy information in an instant, and walked in the corridors of Hogwarts with a smile like an idiot.

The characters in the magic oil painting ran out in nightgowns to protest: "Keep your voice down! We're going to sleep! Is the newcomer so unruly?"

Fletta's hair turned up in fright, and hurriedly apologized to the oil painting: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll pay attention, I won't do it in the future!"

The fat girl in the oil painting looked at him, looked at him and found that he was good-looking, more than half of the fire disappeared, and snorted: "It's better to be like this!"

Fletta, who couldn't speak loudly, covered his mouth and turned his eyes around the empty campus at night. This was his first legal and reasonable night tour. As long as he wanted, he could hang out all night...Of course He doesn't want to.What a joke!There is a beautiful senior who is waiting for me on the bed, and only the mentally retarded will go out for a night.

Fletta was eager to return to her heart, and her pace was much faster, wishing to complete the tour of the academy in an instant.However, when he walked through the courtyard, he saw that there was still a person sitting in the courtyard full of moonlight. Fletta immediately woke up, determined to arrest this outlaw who wandered at night, and severely punished him to make him just and serious image of.

However, when I walked in, I realized that the man was actually an acquaintance.

Under the bright moonlight, a little girl with gray black hair who was only ten years old at most was sitting on the grass beside the flower bed, looking up at the moon in the sky in a daze.The moonlight is like water, sprinkled on her white milk-like skin, making her look extremely holy. The little girl is wearing a blue lace retro dress with exquisite and simple patterns, and the style looks very simple. She is like a fairy tale book coloring page Medieval aristocratic girl walking up and down.

"Helena..." Fletta stroked his shoulder, "You are a student now, you are not allowed to go out at night. I have to be responsible for your safety."

"I am familiar with every place here, and no matter where it is here, it is the safest place for me." Little Helena didn't even look at him, and stretched out her hand to stroke the laurel branch beside her.

Fletta was convinced, and he walked over feeling helpless: "Then I have to mark it off for Ravenclaw? If you report it to the teacher tomorrow, points will be deducted?"

Helena regarded him as air, and little Lori ignored him. Her light blue glass-like eyes looked at the moon, which was reflected in a piece of silver.

"It's a sense of collective honor, princess!" Fleta knelt down beside her.

"I can't sleep." Helena looked down at the delicate lace on the cuffs, tugged at the bow and said, "I've been a ghost for too long, and I've already forgotten how to rest."

"Oh, it shouldn't be your fault." Frye suddenly realized that Ta understood very well, "Come on, you listen to me, you go back to the Ravenclaw dormitory now, take off your clothes and shoes and lay down on your own bed and cover yourself with a quilt. Close your eyes and start thinking about the potion formula quietly, I guarantee you will fall asleep in a minute!"

"I'm very interested in the current potion system. It's different from the magic system thousands of years ago. If I'm allowed to study it, I can stay awake for three days and three nights." Helena said confidently in a pretty voice.

"I forgot that you are from Ravenclaw, a natural study freak." Fletta scratched his head, "Then do you have any courses that you don't like? The ones that are very boring to you and you don't want to take ?”

Helena looked at him quietly and said nothing.

"It can't be... no, right? Then you are too academic."

"Flying lessons." Little Loli said indifferently.

"Really?" Fletta couldn't understand. After being a ghost flying around for so long, why would Helena still be afraid of flying lessons?

"I can't go to flying lessons because I'm terrified of broomsticks." Helena lowered her eyes. "I'm even more terrified of Quidditch, the sport invented by Uncle Godric. Because it's terribly scary."

Fleta, as an excellent batter in Slytherin, expressed his incomprehension: "Quidditch is very fun, although it is a bit dangerous, and sometimes you may get hurt. But with Madam Pomfrey around, what injuries can't be cured? It's just It's just exercise, nothing to worry about."

"Have you ever been hit by a Bludger?"

"I did," Fletta said lightly. "It's no big deal."

"Then have you ever been hit directly in the brain by a Bludger?" Helena looked at Fleta's gray eyes, her beautiful face was so serious and pale that it was unbelievable, she almost gritted her teeth and said, " The bludger made of all metal hit the brain in an instant, and the six-year-old child died immediately, and fell on the grass to let the brain and blood flow all over the ground—have you seen this picture?"

Fletta was dumbfounded. He almost shuddered. Thinking of that scene, a kind of extreme fear climbed up his spine. He said in a daze, "Of course not. Have you seen it?"

Helena looked at her dress, and said dully for a long time: "Yes." Finally she sighed, the little girl's lament was as delicate as a cat's meow, but Helena did look a little sad .

"Helena." The young man looked at her, the little girl didn't have the despairingly beautiful appearance of the ghost, but such a sad expression on her small face made people feel a little worried.

"I don't need to care." Helena's voice paused, "Before Riddle approached me and tried to care about me. I knew he had bad intentions and I accepted it, because I was so lonely at that time."

She got up from the ground, her eyelids were a little heavy, and she was no longer willing to talk more.The little girl patted the grass clippings on her skirt: "By the way, tell Mr. Draco Malfoy for me, thank him for the clothes he gave me."

"What about me?" Fletta looked at her.

"..." Helena's face was a little stiff.

Fleta pointed at herself, and pointed, and pointed.

Little Helena spoke forcefully, being forced to say that it was against her character face to face because she was naturally arrogant, she blushed anxiously: "Yes, thank you for the candy, too."

"Hey~" Fletta smiled and felt very comfortable. Standing up, relying on herself to be a thousand years younger than the little girl but taller by tens of centimeters, she stretched out her hand and touched the head like a cat.Helena was extremely ashamed and angry, and immediately covered her head to prevent him from touching it, gave him a hard look, picked up her light blue skirt and ran away.

"Don't swim at night anymore." Fleta said behind her, raising her voice.

Helena didn't know if she heard it, at least the surrounding oil paintings started to complain about Fleta again.Fleta shrank her neck, snapped her fingers, and summoned the Hogwarts house-elf as a prefect.

Little Helena ran back to the Ravenclaw common room in one breath, and ran upstairs along the eagle-shaped stairs.Her conversation with Fleta tonight reminded her of many things, many things that had happened while she was alive.Just thinking about the past made her feel timid, and her head suddenly ached.

When she returned to her single dormitory, she turned on the lights. She was not used to sleeping and eating. These days, she slept very little and ate less food than cats.Most of the time, when hunger becomes a pain, she will remember to eat some candies that she has with her.It was all sent to her by Fleta.

Helena had no expression on her face, and planned to go to the bookshelf to get a book to read all night to pass the night.However, she saw a cup of steaming milk on the desk in the dormitory.

The little girl looked at the glass of milk, her shoulders kept shaking, and she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.Helena drank the whole glass of milk and put the glass back on the table.She stopped reading, changed her clothes, took out a long medieval nightgown from the closet, and put it on. She lay on the bed, covered herself with the quilt, closed her eyes, and fell asleep for the first time. ,...

Fletta almost ran back to the senior's dormitory, thinking that the senior would wash up and wait for him on the bed, but found that there was no one in the room, but the light in the bathroom was still on.

After washing for so long?

The boy frowned, feeling something was wrong.He rubbed his head and knocked on the bathroom door: "Senior, are you still in there?"

However, he didn't answer him, Fletta: "I came in, I didn't mean to be a hooligan?"

After he came in, he found that it was surprisingly cold inside, not like what can happen in a bathroom after a long wash.Fletta was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted and raised his wand: "Termine!"

Under the stop spell, the Brooklyn Robbery Curse in the room was instantly lifted.He saw the senior leaning against the bathtub with his eyes closed, and the water in the bathtub had already frozen.

Fletta's pupils contracted, and her heart stopped beating for a moment: "Draco!"

However, the senior opened his eyes and looked at him immediately: "Why?"

"..." Fletta ignored the ice and stepped forward to hug him, "You scared me to death! What's wrong with you?"

Draco was a little tired, pushed him away, his firm and smooth chest was soaked in ice water: "I'm a little hot."

Fletta suddenly didn't think of it, and then seemed to understand.He thought for a while: "Is the dragon bone marrow reacting?"

"Probably? It's not that I feel too sad, but I feel like I have a fever." Draco said sullenly.In fact, he said lightly, the boiling sensation in the blood suddenly appeared, making him feel that the blood flowing in the blood vessels was not blood but magma.But after the burning sensation disappeared, a kind of full magic power began to spread all over the body.

"Does it work?"

"Yes." The senior said softly, and he raised his hand to throw out a drop of water. The drop of water landed on his fingertips without using a wand, and immediately condensed into a blooming ice flower.The senior closed his fingers and opened it, and the ice flower gradually grew bigger, and then he blew lightly, and the temperature of the whole bathroom dropped several degrees the moment the ice flower withered.

Fleta gasped. This superb magic power and meticulous use of magic power were almost like art. He didn't expect that he could do this now.

The senior closed his eyes, stood up from the water, picked up his bathrobe and put it on.Fleta didn't have time to think about anything else from the moment he stood up, and his eyes scraped across him for a moment.After he put on the bathrobe to cover everything, his mind was still full of that waist, that leg, that and so on.

Draco was not in a good mood, and a pervert suddenly hugged him: "Hey, senior, I will help you go."

The senior looked at him: "Hot."

"Ok?"

Then Fletta was suddenly stopped by his knees and hugged horizontally, and before he could react, he was thrown on the bed by the whole person.