[hp] Dragon Training

When Draco returned to the divination class, almost everyone turned to look at him, because he was already late for almost half of the class!Although Mr. Malfoy is an arrogant student, he is serious about his studies, and his grades have always been among the top three in the school, with almost perfect marks in every subject. Now it is the first time in many years that he is late for class. .

His own face was also a little dark, and after knocking on the door lightly, he bowed slightly to Professor Trelawney to apologize: "I'm sorry, Professor, because of a first-year freshman, as a prefect, I was delayed in order to guide him. Some time." Fortunately, although Professor Trelawney was chattering, he was not as strict as Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, and after knowing the reason, Draco was allowed to sit without even deducting points.

The divination classroom is warmed by the fire all year round. Draco was almost frozen into a corpse by the icy lake half an hour ago, but now as soon as he sits down, he immediately feels that the classroom, which is usually too hot, is so warm.Pansy.Parkinson keenly noticed that Draco had changed a suit of clothes: "Is this new robe nice?"

Draco opened the textbook: "It was custom-made in your ancestral industry clothing store."

"Um, I mean, did you get dirty on the way to get your textbook?"

"Yeah, a little brainless monster." Draco sprinkled a handful of iron powder on the sandpaper according to the book, took out his wand and waved it a few times, watching them squirm erratically into strange shapes. pattern. "The book says that this can show the future trajectory. Has Miss Parkinson seen anything?"

"Hey, it's like the leftover pate from Goyle's last night."

"It seems that I need to study with Zabini."

Zabini smiled and leaned over: "I'm very happy, but what did you see... Oh my god, this really looks like Goyle's leftovers."

"I don't need you to comment on my homework." Draco tapped on the sandpaper and said proudly, "I saw death."

"Oh, the second Professor Trelawney, it seems that you will be her descendant."

"Death is everywhere, you can't say I'm wrong." Draco smiled viciously and raised his voice then, "Let's guess, the great savior Harry. Did Mr. In the homework of the divination class, did you see how to solve the golden egg puzzle?"

Yes, this class is still taught by Gryffindor and Slytherin.Professor Trelawney gave them the next class assignment and let them practice by themselves. On the red and gold table in Gryffindor, a large group of lions were talking about this topic, but in fact, few of them had any knowledge. Divination talent.In fact, most of the powerful divination masters are women, and the best ones in this course should be Ravenclaws—it is said that some girls can already measure constellations and love through the magic patterns of elves in ancient times. God knows who they are How did you do it!

Hearing the routine ridicule of Gryffindor from Slytherin, no one reacted except Harry, please, it's been four years, who can't get used to it every day.All the lions are busy with yours and I am busy with mine, without even looking at them.Harry was a little angry: "Malfoy, this is none of your business!"

"The poor savior is furious. Everyone knows that he defeated the dragon because of luck, but it seems that luck will not favor him this time." Draco showed a very nasty smirk. They looked at each other, and the other party immediately laughed together.

Although the words were harsh, they still hit Harry's sore spot mercilessly. It's true that he hasn't figured out the secret of the golden egg yet, but this doesn't allow others to laugh at it, right?So he said viciously: "Malfoy, you despicable guy. Just say it, because you are equally lucky. If you continue to be so arrogant, no one else will become a ferret for you, right?"

Draco's face changed, and his mind suddenly remembered the way Fleta hugged his waist and stared at him with tears in his eyes just now, and it coincided with his peas-sized eyes still staring at him when he turned into a ferret. Laco's face immediately turned cold, and at the moment when he was about to take out the hawthorn wand, Professor Trelawney finally spoke.

"Children, I saw what you are all discussing. Has someone already perceived the future from the unknown?" Trelawney said in a fluttering tone.

Harry had to sit down so as not to be called, but Draco raised his hand directly.Trelawney was delighted to see such an active student in her class: "Mr. Malfoy, please."

Draco stood up, his voice as cold as the water of the Black Lake: "I saw death, Professor. I just saw a future with death in Potter."

Zabini lowered his head and laughed in a very low voice: "Did you add Harry Potter as the subject."

Trelawney expressed her satisfaction: "Oh my god, I didn't even know that there are students who can predict death in Hogwarts now. Very good! Slytherin plus five points!"

Everyone was in an uproar. Professor Trelawney almost never added or deducted points, and it was her characteristic that she was always talking.Ron even said tragically underneath: "If I knew this, I would have predicted Malfoy's death every day!" Such words were actually agreed by most Gryffindors.For that justice Hermione.Miss Granger rolled her eyes dramatically.

That is to say, but in the third grade, Trelawney pointed at Mr. Potter every day and said he would die, but he was still alive and kicking until the fourth grade, and not long ago he killed a dragon.So this time, Malfoy's prophecy was only regarded as a harsh word between rivals.

After class in the morning, it was lunch time. After the routine of staring at each other after class, the long-bodied little wizards went straight to the auditorium without exception.Draco slowly put away his textbooks and homework, as Goyle and Crabbe had left him behind.

He wasn't particularly hungry, and he was just thinking about going back to the cellar. That guy, Fletta, seemed to be particularly easy to get lost.The first time I met him he was lost, the second time he was so lost that he turned into a ferret, and the third time he was so lost that he was suicidal. Maybe he couldn't even find a place to eat after he was hungry.

But the thought of going back just flashed by.Draco put the book away mockingly to himself, he is not the father of the mandrake, why should he worry about him so much?So he turned around and walked out of the classroom to the auditorium—but when he got there, he realized that he was thinking too much.The silver-haired little monster mentioned that he was probably more active than anyone else in eating. He didn't know how long he was ahead of the other students after class, and he had already occupied an excellent foraging position on the long table.

Draco just watched quietly as that stupid little fool sat next to a bunch of fourth graders being fed.The seats for the first grade were fully allocated as early as the beginning of the term, and everyone sat where they should be.The reason why Fleta was able to sit comfortably was because he took someone else's seat - Draco, who came a few steps late because of worry, had already been occupied by doves and magpies.Malfoy thought so.

Pansy was almost cut off by the little friend Fletta, she giggled: "How can you think that food will appear automatically on the long table, this is simply a fairy tale when you were a child. Only when you become Hogwart You can ask the elf to serve you only if you are a student of this."

"I see. Assuming I have the honor, can I know what your favorite food is, Miss Parkinson?"

"Vanilla ice cream. And, just call me Pansy."

Fletta smiled as if he was extremely happy, and said to the table: "Vanilla ice cream." Immediately, a clear ice bowl appeared on the table, and the pale yellow ice cream ball in the bowl was dotted with a piece of ice cream. Green mint leaves.

Fletta gently put the ice cream in front of Pansy: "Please allow me to borrow flowers to present Buddha, thank the beautiful Pansy for allowing me to call her beautiful name."

Pansy's girlish heart was about to be blown away: "Oh...Fleta, you are such a sweetheart."

"Excuse me, let me go." Draco said to Fleta expressionlessly.

Fletta's eyes immediately became bright: "Mr. Malfoy, good afternoon!"

"Before you greet someone, get up from someone's shoes."

Fleta blinked: "Oh. Okay." So he stood up obediently, watched Draco sit down but stood there still, watching him silently.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco looked uncomfortable.

But this time he told Draco before he could answer Pansy: "He has no seat to sit in, and you are a prefect, can't you settle him down?"

Draco's answer to this was to knock on the table, pick up the knife and fork and cut the veal steak in front of him.Pan Xi knew the personality of the platinum boy who grew up with him, so he rolled his eyes.She kicked Nat beside her and made him sit aside.Immediately, she moved herself over and gave her place to Fleet: "From today on, you will sit next to me, you know? No one dares to bully you in this position, except the noble little bastard next to you ."(1)

Fleet sat in Pansy's seat and took a deep breath: "From now on, I feel the beauty of Slytherin, which stems from an intoxicating black-haired girl who can easily fall in love with."

Draco let out a sneer from his nose to express disdain and ridicule.Pansy received the sarcasm and put away the sweet smile on his face, and his face became a little noble: "Well, I have a question. I want to know who the noble Mr. Malfoy will invite as a dance partner at this Christmas ball? Can you tell me?"

To be honest, he almost forgot about it.Draco's platinum eyelashes trembled slightly, and he plunged his knife into the steak: "It hasn't been decided yet, so who did you promise to be your dance partner?"

"Cedric Diggory."

Draco raised his head sharply, "What?"

"It's Cedric, one of this year's Hogwarts heroes." Pansy repeated slowly, pushing a plate of cherries to Fleta. "Don't be so surprised, Slytherin and Hufflepuff have nothing against each other. I just thought he was a handsome and famous guy and asked him if he had a partner. I'm not ugly, and a classy lady invited him Why refuse?"

"It's really embarrassing for you to deliver it directly to your door." Draco took the plate of biscuits that Fretta wanted to eat and gave it to Goyle.

"What does that matter. In fact, if Fletta had known me earlier, I might not have been dancing with Cedric."

Fleta smiled at Pansy, her gray eyes were particularly clear, like obsidian that had been washed.Draco smirked, "Then you'll have to step, or bend over, because the guy's height will make you humiliate yourself in no time."

"Hey! I'm going to grow taller. I'm only 11 years old." Fleta protested. "Mr. Malfoy, I want to eat that chocolate pudding, can you help me?"

Mr. Malfoy said it was easy, and he brought the chocolate pudding and ate it himself.Fletta had a good temper, and he was not angry at all. He knocked on the table to learn and sell: "Chocolate pudding." Suddenly, another dessert appeared on the table.

It was the first time Draco saw such a dull or stupid child, his eyes narrowed and he began to find fault: "Eating so many sweets, don't you have class in the afternoon?"

Fletta blinked and shook her head.There are very few classes in the first grade, just one or two classes a day.Children's tasks are mainly to play, which is the thinking of the older generation of grandpas like Dumbledore.But Draco and the others were different. They were about to usher in the OWLs exam next year, and the course suddenly became tense.For example, today, they also have a class on the protection of magical creatures in the afternoon, which they have together with Hufflepuff's fourth year.

Perhaps Draco couldn't see that he was so idle, so he suddenly suggested: "Since there is no one, would you like to come to class with us this afternoon?"

Everyone at the table raised their heads and looked at him strangely after hearing this, but Fleta was very happy: "Can you?"

"Since I already know your nature of running around, who's going to stop a playful first year with no classes from wandering around the Black Lake? It's just that a bunch of fourth years happen to be taking Care of Magical Creatures classes there."

The author has something to say: So the setting of Fleta is——

Super Gentleman with a Super Sweet Mouth to Ladies Friend

Stupid as an imbecile for Draco?

(1)

The positions on the long table are:

Draco - Fleta - Pansy - Nat

sitting opposite

Zabini - Crabbe - (the two often change) - Goyle - Daphne - Flint originally sat next to Draco in Pansy, and then gave him his place to put Fretta in the middle up.

It feels a little cute, with a short one sandwiched between two tall ones.