[hp] Dragon Training

The dance was not particularly difficult. In order for him to learn as early as possible, Draco gave him some simple dance steps. At least some exaggerated lifts and slides did not require him to do.But even then Fleta had to spend the afternoon wandering around the Slytherin cellar common room like a walking duck.As soon as Pansy came back from get out of class, she laughed and fell down when she saw it. There were a few other girls, such as Daphne, who were dumbfounded and could give him some difficult comments.

Draco lowered his eyes and suddenly took his hand: "Calm down, kid. You look like you're about to puke."

What?I didn't... Fleta froze for a moment and was about to answer, but when she raised her head, she saw that she was as pale as a water ghost in the mirror decorated in the auditorium.Well, this is indeed the first time he has participated in such a grand event, even if his nerves are relatively rough, he will inevitably be nervous.In fact, he was deeply afraid that he would lose face and that Mr. Malfoy would blame him for it.

Draco was silent in his heart, the child was only as high as his chest, and he couldn't do dancing and hugging his waist, so he put his hands on his shoulders: "With me here, there is nothing to be afraid of."

At the beginning, the warrior entered the arena with his dance partner. It is said that Fleur Delacour, a beautiful lady with Veela blood, invited a man to enter the arena first.Fletta's eyes widened in surprise, the person who was honored to be favored by the beauty turned out to be Zabini!At this time, the handsome and charming Slytherin was throwing a look at Draco, but he was holding the beauty in a very gentlemanly manner.

Draco obviously knew about this a long time ago, but his face was very calm: "Bryce, this guy actually succeeded."

The next person to enter the stage was Victor Krum, who saw in Fletta's eager eyes that he invited a beautiful girl from Gryffindor, who also looked very excited and even a little bit at a loss.Cedric Diggory was the third, a handsome and charming boy who held the Slytherin princess, Pansy Parkinson, by the hand.The brunette girl looked very charming tonight. Her shoulder-length short hair was pulled up by a silver feather-shaped hair ornament, which made her snow-white neck as elegant as a swan. She wore an evening dress with feather pattern embroidery. Dresses, exquisite fabrics can be seen to be expensive at a glance, this lovely witch is as desirable as a holy angel tonight.

Because of Pansy's beauty, this caused Harry Potter's appearance to be a bit cramped.He looks shorter than those seniors, because of his age, he can't be blamed. At this moment, he is holding an elegant witch from the East. This witch is wearing a plain Chinese cheongsam. Go up and be gentle and elegant.But with the same black hair, Fletta thinks Pansy looks better because of her eccentricity.

Fleta leaned closer to Draco: "Half of the braves have chosen Slytherin as their dance partner."

Draco was not surprised at all, but had some pride on his face: "Compared to the mindless Hufflepuff, the bookish Ravenclaw, and the reckless and impulsive Gryffindor, most of them are the elegant and polite Slater of noble origin. Lin is of course the best choice for a dance partner."

Fleta pouted: "Oh."

"..." Draco squinted at this ignorant brat, "Actually, you can agree to Potter's invitation, so that three of the warrior's dance partners will come from Slytherin. Although you really feel ashamed of the academy , but at least the Sorting Hat recognized your bloodline from the Snake Academy, didn't it?"

Fletta blinked before responding: "What? Harry? Why did he invite me?"

Draco sneered: "Ha, so it's 'Harry' already? It seems that your relationship can indeed go further."

"He made me call that..." Fletta immediately felt that Draco seemed to be even more unhappy, so he panicked and explained, "Wait, wait, I won't dance with Harry! Draco Didn’t I tell you, Cole—I like you so much that I want to go to the dance with you even if it’s hard to learn to dance, because I like being with you.”

The cold breath on Draco's body suddenly lost a lot, and he continued to squint at Fleta without any sarcasm.Fletta knew that he was no longer angry, so he raised his head and smiled to show that he was really good. Perhaps his smile was really irresistible. Draco looked at it for a while, the corners of his mouth moved, and finally managed to show some A flattering smile came.

The auditorium was newly decorated, and no one knew how Dumbledore did it. The auditorium was covered with silver and fluttering with snow, and it was fully heated like a charcoal fire. The soft snowflakes falling from the ceiling became the best decoration. , each wall is put on a silver-plated mirror cast by goblins, making this place as delicate as a small ice palace.The moment the music started, everyone looked at their partner with a smile on their faces, with nervous or gentle invitations in their eyes, and started dancing on Christmas Eve.

Draco half bent down, nodded and looked at little Fletta, took off the white silk glove on his right hand and handed it to him: "Please, Mr. Hill."

Fleta smiled and put his hand up, feeling Draco put another hand on his shoulder.They dance together on the dance floor, their movements are not very smooth but they seem to be at ease.

"Watch your feet, don't step on me."

"If only you could walk more slowly."

Draco snorted: "So, after I met Mr. Hill, I have to do everything slowly? Walking? Eating and dancing?"

Fletta blinked and looked up at him: "If you are patient, you can wait for me to grow up slowly, and I promise that the speed will not slow down."

Draco was expressionless: "You are indeed short now, and I feel sorry for you, so how can you guarantee it?"

Hey, if I look different you have to look up at me.Fletta thought to himself, but was also pleased that the proud boy with platinum blonde hair in front of him didn't veto him outright. His pure gray eyes rolled around and finally became a little naughty. He tilted his head a little: "In the future, I will When dinner is on the table, you can give me your dessert, and I will grow fast as long as I eat more sugar."

Draco rolled his eyes, as if he didn't understand how a human being could be so shameless: "Lie, boy."

Fleta giggled and shrunk her neck, and Draco led her to dance almost in a circle.

Zhang Qiu was almost made to cry by Harry, it could be seen that her partner was really thinking about other things at this moment, and had stepped on her several times in succession.The Chinese girl has a very good temper, and at this time, she also restrained her irritability and said to Harry: "You seem to have something on your mind?"

Harry looked away from other places: "Um, Cho... sorry."

Zhang Qiu slowly spun along with the music, Harry's dance was really bad, but she didn't look too disgusted: "If you have any difficulties, maybe you can tell me, maybe one more person can solve the problem."

Hearing what she said, Harry really felt hopeful, and there was some joy on his face: "Qiu, you must be very knowledgeable as a Ravenclaw, do you know how to stay in the water for an hour?" ?” Even if he knew the secret of the golden egg, a bigger problem still appeared.

Zhang Qiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Sorry...Harry, I don't know."

Harry was extremely disappointed, trying not to look particularly sad: "Okay..." He shifted his gaze to Professor Moody who was alone at the side. He reminded himself of the way to deal with dragons in the first level, let He took his wand and summoned the broom. Will the professor help him this time?Harry shook his head suddenly, disgusted at the thought.Why rely on others to help him with everything, he can solve it by himself!Besides, Gryffindor and Slytherin took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class together, and Harry could also vividly remember Professor Moody's behavior, so he didn't like this crazy and weird professor very much in his heart.

Harry was not the only one looking at Professor Moody at this time. Fletta saw Mad-Eye after he turned forward and turned around. He was a little scared when he looked at the professor's glass false eye that was always turning, so he couldn't help but grasp it tightly. Draco's clothes.

Draco was a little strange: "What are you afraid of?"

Fleta looked at Professor Moody and said softly, "That person doesn't look like a good person..."

Draco followed his gaze, and then sneered: "Of course. He has sent countless Death Eaters to prison, and he has been fighting against dark wizards all his life. Look at his legs, eyes, and scars on his face , that is his price. If you are afraid, don't look at him."

"Death Eater?" Fletta blinked. "What's that?"

Draco stopped dancing, and the expression on his face suddenly froze. If someone asked him such a question, maybe he would immediately pull out his wand, thinking it was an insult to him and his father, after all His father, Lucius, had indeed been that man's right-hand man.But when he looked down at Fleta, the child's blank expression was enough to show that he really didn't understand anything—after all, he was just a kid in the first grade.

Draco wanted to get angry, but he didn't burst out in his heart for a long time, and finally his voice was a little heavy: "You don't need to know now, and you are not allowed to say this word indiscriminately in the future."

Fleta took one last look at Professor Moody and watched him take a deep gulp from the flagon he had hidden at his side.I don't know why after listening to Draco's description, he didn't think this person was so righteous at all, but felt a cold and evil feeling in him.

"Are you still afraid of him?"

"..." Fletta didn't know how to describe that weird feeling, "I think he makes me uncomfortable."

"And don't look at who turned you into a ferret before."

Draco's words may have been a little louder, at least many of the students dancing together turned their heads to look at him.Master Malfoy's platinum-blond hair was striking enough, not to mention his dancing partner was a pure silver first-year with no variegated hair.Only then did everyone pay attention to this weird couple, and there were some smiles on their faces, which made Draco roll his eyes, and the expression on his face couldn't be said to be pretty.

Harry looked at these two partners with strange hair colors, his eyes lit up all of a sudden, he also heard the words just now and immediately had an idea in his heart.

"Oh! Harry!" Zhang Qiu cried out in pain.

Harry took his foot off Zhang Qiu's instep in a panic, and looked at him with an apologetic expression.But Zhang Qiu may have had enough. From tonight onwards, her dancing partner is much smaller than other warriors. After inviting her to dance, she has been absent-minded and asked some strange questions that have nothing to do with the dance... Could it be that he Didn't care at all how beautiful his dance partner was today?In fact, she originally wanted to go to the ball with Cedric, but was preempted by Slytherin's courtesan Pansy... Thinking of this, Zhang Qiu couldn't bear it any longer, some tears appeared in his eyes, and he shook his head aggrievedly. He took Harry's hand and left.

Fortunately, there are many people dancing now, and the departure of one person did not attract much attention.Dumbledore actually invited the band of the Weird Sisters this time. When the rock music that was different from the waltz sounded, everyone jumped up crazily. There was no movement in the crowd.

Fletta really couldn't appreciate such a passionate dance atmosphere. In fact, it was already past the time for him to go to bed. The more noisy the surroundings were, the more he felt his eyelids were a little heavy.He was short at the back of the crowd and couldn't see what the Weird Sisters looked like, so he hugged Draco's waist and leaned against it.

Draco inexplicably pulled him away: "Do you want me to lift you up?"

Fletta smacked her lips and shook her little head: "I'm just...a little sleepy. Can you let me lean in?"

Draco thought how could there be such a clingy child in the world, and he pulled the person who continued to lean further away: "I am not your cushion or your cradle! Now, if Mr. Hill wants to sleep, he can sit on it Go to the seat next to you, or go directly back to the dormitory and lie on the bed and cover the quilt and sleep until dawn, and I swear that I will never call you again for activities that will be later than nine o'clock in the evening, thank you for your cooperation!"

Fletta vaguely understood the content of the speech, nodded and said, "I'd better sit down for a while, I don't want to go alone, I want to go back with you."

He was really afraid of walking Hogwarts alone at night, Fleta would never forget that he went out to school and got lost at night, he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes and would rather wait for Draco to go with him.

But this sentence sounded like a coquettish to others. Draco stared at the sleepy little troll for a while, and suddenly felt that this dance was meaningless, and he might as well take the child back to bed early.So he hesitated and said: "If you are really sleepy, I will..."

"Hey, Fletta, Draco, why don't you come dance? This is so much fun!" a girl yelled and ran over to pull them up, her face excited.

"Hello, Pansy, you are so beautiful tonight. I almost don't recognize you!" Fletta smiled and looked at the black-haired witch, "I'm a little sad that I don't have to be your dance partner, I think Se Derek Diggory must be proud."

Pansy's face was a little red when Fletta said it, and she pulled a strand of black hair behind her ears in embarrassment, and the mithril bracelet on her wrist glowed lustrously: "You little bastard...don't say That's all, let's dance!"

Fletta scratched his head with an apologetic smile on his face: "Pansy, I'm so sleepy and want to rest for a while, but Draco seems to want to dance for a while, why don't you go."

I don't want to!You stupid and rude... Draco stared at Fletta as if trying to organize his words to scold him, but was dragged away by Miss Parkinson in the next second.The platinum boy stared back at the yawning silver boy, as if thinking about how to eat him better.