[hp] Dragon Training

Flett squatted in the back garden of his home, looking at a cage and thinking about something.

In fact, it is a bit exaggerated to say that his back garden is a bit exaggerated. This is a large suburb, the endless grassland is surrounded by bottomless woods at the end, and his house is next to a river passing through the grassland forest. special existence.They have no neighbors or friends, occasionally use the fireplace or apparate to do some shopping, and mostly live alone.Fletcher doesn't feel alone because he has a dad who is always with him.auston.Mr. Hill is sometimes like an older kid, taking his son on camping trips and excursions.But in Little Flett's heart, he still hopes to have a friend, or an older brother?

Of course his mother couldn't have given him an older brother, in fact he didn't even have a younger brother or younger sister.The family of three lived peacefully in an isolated place, leisurely and at ease.

Fletta poked at the cage in front of him, a little sad: "I saved you anyway and brought you home. I fed you with delicious food and drink for so many days. Yesterday, I went to the woods to catch mice for you. My knees are worn out, so at least you should take care of me." On that nightmarish night, Fletta saw for the first time that there are bad wizards in the wizarding world... In fact, he hadn't seen many wizards, most of the time Only himself and his parents, he can only see what the wizarding world is like from the books in the basement.

Closer to home, the cage in front of me belonged to the Indian snake driver, but that coward ran away as soon as he got out of trouble. He even forgot his own snake, and Fleta picked it up when he saw it.

"Your master doesn't want you anymore, what should you do?" Fletta continued to poke the cage, hoping that the cobra inside would move, but the snake refused to bother him as if it was dead. "Actually, I really like snakes. My mother's Animagus and Guardian of God (1) is a snake. Do you want to be my pet?"

But the snake still didn't want to look at him, and closed its eyes lifelessly in the corner of the cage.

"Okay..." Fletta was quite disappointed, he thought for a while and opened the cage, "Then you can go."

The snake, which had been motionless just now, suddenly came alive, and happily swam out of the cage without looking at Fleta, and disappeared in the grass after a while.Fletta was as lonely as snow, her grief was unstoppable, and she was so depressed that she was about to cry!Does he hate snakes so much!Depressed, he originally wanted to go to his father to cry, but suddenly remembered the reason why he was driven into the yard.

——They have a guest at their house today.

What a strange thing!Fleta hadn't seen many visitors to their home since she was born.He seems to have no relatives, aunts, uncles, cousins, and cousins ​​have never heard of it. At this time, a guest unexpectedly came to visit, and he was immediately sent out by his mother to play outside. confused.

He rolled his eyes, struggled to move a few stones from the corner for his feet, and lay on the outside of the window, peeking at the situation inside with his eyes peeping.

The guest was an old man with a beard that grew to his chest and was tied up with a belt. He looked very kind, but his eyes were shining.Fleta looked at him curiously, realizing he was talking to his parents.Since there are ear-closing mantras in this world, there are naturally ear-enhancing mantras. In fact, you only need to recite the mantras upside down.Fleta put a loudspeaker spell on her ear, and immediately heard what was said inside.

"I am very sorry that for some reason, Mr. Fletta Hill's Hogwarts acceptance letter did not arrive. I sent out almost all the owls, but none of them could deliver the letter to him. .” The old man looked at Auston.Hill said, of course, those owls have been scared away by me.Fleta thought.

"So, Professor Dumbledore? With all due respect, the reason why you came to my house so hard is to apologize for the cowardice and incompetence of the owl?" Aluston was a little elegant at this time, and he seemed to be crazy with Fletta in peace It was completely different, and Fletta's eyes widened when he saw it.

"It's also a pity that because the letter has not arrived, Fleta Hill's name has not been registered in the Hogwarts freshman register, and the sorting ceremony has passed at this time, I'm afraid Little Hill There is no way, sir, to enroll this year." The grandfather named Dumbledore said slowly.

Hogwarts?Fleta stared wide-eyed at the name, of course he knew where it was, he had seen it in the basement where the books were kept at home, it was the school for all wizards.All wizards... how many would there be? 100 people? 200 people? 1000 people?Merlin!

"We don't need him to go to Hogwarts." Mrs. Hill said coldly, "We can teach him ourselves, we can teach him everything we have learned at Hogwarts." Fleet's heart was poured with a basin of cold water, causing his excited heart to instantly fall to the ground.

... But according to this professor, it seems that the registration period has passed, and there is probably no way to go.Fletta thought in utter disappointment.

"Indeed, I have no doubt that Mrs. Hill has the ability to teach an excellent wizard. However, I hope you can remember what happened at the Quidditch World Cup this year." Dumbledore said.

When this matter was mentioned, Mrs. Hill's face paled in an instant, as if the mark of the Dark Lord floating in the air was still in front of her eyes, how could she easily forget: "Dumbledore, what exactly do you want to express?"

Grandpa Dumbledore's voice was suddenly low and mysterious: "You understand the horror of that person better than any of us, don't you, Cecilia? And you still don't understand what happened that night? His servant has returned to him, and that man is about to return!"

Mrs. Hill was pale, and she unconsciously held her left wrist.Dumbledore seemed to have not seen this move, and said calmly: "You are no longer safe around you, are you? But as we all know, Hogwarts is the safest place in the entire wizarding world. The magic barrier under it is indestructible, from this point of view, the school is undoubtedly the place where Fleet Hill should go."

The conversation between them seemed to be at a stalemate, and no one spoke again.The expressions of Mrs. Hill and Mr. Hill have never been better, until finally Mrs. Hill nodded with difficulty, because she is a mother who loves her children, and she has to make a choice.Seeing her like this, Dumbledore's eyes brightened a little, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Sorry...but you just said that the registration and sorting ceremony for Hogwarts new students has passed?" Alston suddenly asked.

"Of course, but I am a principal, Mr. Hill. I have the right to make some amendments on the registration form, such as delaying Mr. Fletta's enrollment for a few days due to special reasons. But let me make something that violates the principle Things require some price..." Dumbledore said a little cunningly.

"what?"

"This semester, Hogwarts will hold a Triwizard Tournament with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang."

"...So?" Auston had a bad feeling.

"We set up some magical creatures in the first level of the warrior...Now we are temporarily short of a dragon due to some special unexpected reasons."

Suddenly, the teacup in Mrs. Hill's hand fell to the ground and smashed, with an expression of disbelief in her eyes: "How do you know that Auston's Animagus is...a dragon?"

At this time, Mr. Alston waved his hand helplessly, took out his wand, gave the teacup a restored as new one, and handed it to his wife again: "Well, Dumbledore used to be my professor of Transfiguration, so he already knew about it. One of the people who did it."

Dumbledore nodded and admitted this sentence, but now he said: "But I didn't come here this time to ask for Auston's help. I hope to see Mr. Fletcher."

"What!" Auston was also surprised now.

"We already have a Hungarian Horntail, so we can't use a duplicate dragon to make up for the gap." Dumbledore was also a little helpless, "The form of Animagus is generally inherited from family, and it is almost It's the law, I hope Mr. Flyte can help us in the Triwizard Tournament."

"No!" Mrs. Hill refused first. "Fleet is only 11 years old. The Triwizard Tournament is too dangerous. I don't agree with him participating."

"Not to participate, but to test the brave as a gatekeeper. Instead of refusing for him, how about asking Mr. Flyte's opinion directly?" Dumbledore turned around suddenly, and looked at Flyte who had been peeking out the window.

"Flyte! What are you doing there!" Alston raised his voice and shouted. Fleet, who cast a magnifying spell on his ears, was almost stunned by the magnified sound, and he fell from the stepping stone. He got down, patted his back, walked to the gate a little embarrassedly, and knocked on the door pretendingly.

"Oh, son. Can you be a little more fake, please come in quickly." Alston rolled his eyes.

Flett is still a little shy, although he is usually a monkey in front of his father.He said hello to Dumbledore: "Hello, sir."

Dumbledore shook hands with him solemnly: "Hi sir, nice to meet you."

Looking at the straps on the old man's beard, Fletta wanted to laugh for some reason, but as soon as he showed a hint of a smile, his father coughed it back.

Dumbledore was straightforward: "You should have heard what you said just now. Would you like to help me, the poor old man?"

Fleet looked at him, then at his parents.There was encouragement in Dad's eyes, but worry was on Mom's face.Fletta thought for a while, but decided to follow his own wishes, so he swallowed his throat and said in a crisp voice, "I want to go to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore smiled with relief, and he patted little Fletta on the shoulder lightly. Mr. Hill smiled behind his back, but Mrs. Hill sighed for a long time.Dumbledore bent down and looked directly into Fleet's eyes: "If I'm not mistaken, you already have a wand. Your Animagus must be a dragon, isn't it?"

Fletcher nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

"Mrs. Cecilia is worthy of her reputation, and her children are equally outstanding. Then what kind of dragon is your Animagus?"

"...Siberian Silver Dragon." Fletcher said with some difficulty.

"What's that?" Even Dumbledore, who had written the book "Ten Uses of Dragon's Blood", doubted his ears. He had never heard of this kind of dragon.Then he immediately reacted, Cecilia.White.Hill's animagus is a Siberian silver adder, and Alston's animagus is a Hungarian hornet.If there is such a [-] in [-] possibility, the child born from the union of two Animagus who are also cold-blooded reptiles may have a mutant Animagus.

"Can't you, sir?" Fleta asked.

"No... this is really, really wonderful," said Dumbledore slowly, staring at Flyte's face and then at his parents.For a moment, there seemed to be something calculating in his heart, a brand new variable, what a wonderful surprise.

"Dumbledore! I don't want anyone else to know about this!" Mrs. Hill warned with a frown. Animagus becoming a dragon is already an extremely terrifying thing.Usually people will turn into some cute ordinary little animals according to the size of their magic power, and only a few alien species will become extremely aggressive behemoths, and the consequences are unpredictable.Now that person is about to come, and he may be looking for strength to support him, so this matter must not be revealed.

"Of course not." Dumbledore said solemnly, and then paused "In fact, almost no one can master Animagus at the age of 11, which is impossible for anyone in the seventh grade High-level magic, no one would have thought Mr. Flett would be an Animagus."

Hearing this, Mrs. Hill felt a little relieved. She was silent for a while and approached her son, holding him in her arms.Fletcher was surprised that his mother was trembling. He put his arms around her and stroked her back gently.

"Thank you, dear, I feel better." Mrs. Hill let go of Fleet and said to Dumbledore, "When are you going to take my baby away?"

"In fact, the sooner the better, even now. After all, danger is everywhere. Those people will come to the door at any time, and the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I also don't want Mr. Fleta to delay his studies."

The mother's eyes were red again, but she was very strong in the face of parting. She hugged Fletta again but did not tremble anymore.Auston's heart softened when he saw his wife and children hugging each other. He reached out and hugged his most precious thing in this world, and kept kissing the top of Fleet's silver hair.

"I just went to school, and it's not like I won't come back." Fleta muttered.

"Don't set up such a flag for yourself." Mr. Alston said with some dissatisfaction.

"Flags? What flags? I don't have any flags?"

"Flag, well you don't need to know, this is what I saw in a novel."

"You're always reading messy novels," Mrs. Hill complained.

"That's such a messy novel, I think it makes sense after reading it." Alston protested.

"What do you mean by saying that you are a hero named Long Aotian every day?" Mrs. Hill retorted.

"I said, can you let me go and quarrel again! I'm about to be strangled to death!" Poor little Fletta finally couldn't help shouting while being hugged by her parents.