[hp] Dragon Training

It's unbelievable that the second stage of the Triwizard Tournament will be played in such a place in the Black Lake in winter.Just an hour ago, Dumbledore announced the content of the competition in the auditorium that had returned to normal-the warriors needed to cross the obstacles to find their cherished "treasure" at the bottom of the Black Lake.

"Baby, what baby?" Fleta asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It should be someone, Pansy disappeared early this morning." Draco said casually.

"What! Pansy? How come... Draco, aren't you worried?" Fleta's eyes widened as if she was very anxious.

Draco was still very relaxed: "How could Dumbledore let students die under their noses? The Triwizard Tournament is a level set for students, how could he give his life to minors?"

Fletta opened his mouth, and finally said dryly: "You see it very openly... If I were tied to the bottom of the lake, you probably wouldn't be in a hurry..."

Draco didn't seem to hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"No, no, nothing!" Fleta shook his head desperately. He felt a little unhappy when the other party looked away inexplicably. He said to himself silently: Don't say that Mr. Malfoy is not a warrior, even if he is, you are not. It will be his most important baby.Such thoughts have to be said to make him a little frustrated... So the child began to imagine in his heart that if he participated in the competition by himself and Dumbledore could not find his parents, the person at the bottom of the lake would probably be this blond brother?

"Come on, little troll." Draco held out his hand to him, and his steps along the way were not fast enough, probably because of some short-legged first year.

Fleta felt a little happier again, and he took his hand up and walked very briskly.

When a few Slytherins arrived, the specially set up stand on the Black Lake was already full of people. Today is really cold weather, even if you put a few more warming spells on your body, you can't resist the cold wind, and it keeps burrowing into your neck. .Students wear scarves in the colors of their college patterns, so it's easy to see where they're from.Instead of wearing a thick scarf of Slytherin silver and green wool, Fleta wore the Bulgarian team jacket his dad bought him, a black scarf with Victor Krum's name embroidered on it.

Draco just glanced at it with a mocking smirk, but didn't say anything.

The warriors have already begun to prepare for their positions. These few wizards who are still in school are standing in the cold wind wearing extremely thin clothes at this time, staring at the icy lake, and they are a little timid.Especially Mr. Harry Potter, he was shaking like a chicken in just wearing a red vest and underpants.A boy in a yellow vest next to him was also blue from the cold, but he still smiled at Harry, as if to comfort him with something.

"Cedric. Diggory . . . Cedric. Diggory . . . "

"What, is there something wrong with Digory?" Draco looked at the child who was suddenly thinking.

"No, don't you think this name is fun and easy to pronounce~ Hahaha, Cedric. Diggory, Cedric. Diggory, Cedric..."

"Close your earplugs and listen."

"Draco, you bastard, you only care about yourself, why don't you just cast a silence spell on little Fletta, we are about to be annoyed by him." Blaise Zabini said, covering his ears and frowning.

Nat was shivering from the cold, and at this moment his heart was also cold from the noise: "Zabini, don't you know how to do it, silence curse or something?"

"Come on, who else but Draco himself would dare to cast a curse on this little talker in his presence?"

"..." Nat looked at Draco, who had cast a listening spell on himself and couldn't hear what they were discussing, for a while, "Well, actually, I think the name Cedric is very catchy... ..."

"My God, shut up you guys." Ms. Daphne Greengrass couldn't bear to protest to the boys.

Fletta also said a few words to see that Draco really didn't pay attention to him anymore, so he curled his lips, stopped talking and leaned towards him desperately.Master Malfoy was forced to show an unhappy expression, he lifted the spell and scolded the hyperactive child with his eyes.

"I'm cold." Fleta lied solemnly.

Draco scanned him up and down, past the scarf overcoat and cotton boots.Fletta looked a little embarrassed, and stretched out a pair of hands that were red with cold, and beckoned in front of him.Of course Draco knew why the ghost's hands turned into carrots, because when Fleta came out of the cellar, he happily grabbed a handful of snow on the ground to play with. "I'm cold!" Someone acted coquettishly because of his young age, trying to prove it by sticking his hands in other people's clothes or on his face.Draco held his messy hand with a black face, thought for a while and reluctantly took off his dragon leather gloves and threw it on his face.

"Take it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm your father."

The dragon leather gloves made Fletta a little tangled. He is often a dragon himself, and it is a bit curious to peel off the same kind of belt, but in the end he put on the gloves that were too big for the body temperature of others. , he covered half of his face with his hands happily: "You are not my father, I want my brother more~"

Draco sneered and turned the kid's head around, letting him watch the Warriors game below instead of bothering himself.

Harry took a deep breath and looked at the lake, the handful of sticky grass in his hand didn't give him any comfort.Yes, he did find a way to stay underwater for a long time.Ron was right. Some fields that cannot be touched by spells can indeed be found in potions—for example, the gills weed in his hand.When Ron took Neville and gave him the smelly herb, he almost doubted his life sadly. He never thought that one day he would be forcibly fed grass like this.

Although he really wanted to know how he got this smelly grass that looked like it was pulled out of Ron's sock, but it was obviously not now, Harry took a deep breath and stuffed the grass into his mouth, and the extremely disgusting taste immediately disappeared. The mouth rushed into the whole brain, he forcibly endured the feeling of vomiting, and jumped into the lake as soon as he closed his eyes.

What is more painful than the cold lake water is suffocation. Harry's seven orifices were flooded with water for a moment, causing him to cough continuously, but this made him inhale more water, and the tearing pain continued to flow from his lungs. came.However, this pain has no end, and the effect of the gills grass is gradually exerted. Harry gradually began to deform in the constant struggle-at first, fish gills grew on the side of his neck, and then he began to change between his fingers and toes. Membrane-like webs.A relieved smile appeared on Harry's face, and his emerald eyes lit up all of a sudden, the problem that he had been worrying for many days was finally resolved at this moment!

He vigorously swung his fin-like limbs and swam to the depths of the water.

……

No matter what wonderful things happened under the water, it is unknown in the stands above the water.The people from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Magic are quite mediocre. After all, they are here as guests, and there are few people and they are relatively well-behaved.The little wizards at Hogwarts are much more casual. There are many gossiping people standing and stomping on the stage. The Gryffindor twins have even set up a bet on the ranking of the four warriors— —Victor Krum had the highest number of votes (presumably because of the large number of fans), and Harry Potter had the lowest number of votes.

Fleta also really wanted to support his idol, a gallon, but after searching all over his body, he only found a coconut candy.He guessed that Mr. Weasley was not very willing to accept this, and at this moment he suddenly realized that he was poor.Meals are absolutely free at Hogwarts, there are dormitories where you live, and school uniforms for clothes... Although Fletta is penniless, she still lives quite well.

Draco had nothing to do and took out a book to read. He leaned against the railing beside the stand, his platinum bangs slightly hanging down to touch his eyelashes of the same color, his gray-blue eyes were less aggressive than usual, He is extremely handsome, and once this person is serious, he is like a piece of oil paint with delicate tones, you can only admire in your heart but cannot get close.Fletta was only as high as Draco's chest. At this time, he needed to stand on tiptoe to see what was written in the book that was being held, but he knew it with just a glance——"Advanced Hundred Classes of Spells" study".

Fletta knew in her heart that this book was different from ordinary spell books. It was like a dictionary in spell books, because although it said it was very advanced, it could not omit even small cleansing spells. It was printed, which made the book thick.It's okay for this book to be used to consolidate knowledge. If you understand it in depth, it won't touch anything advanced.Why is Mr. Fleta so familiar?Because he has copied a hundred times.

"Freezing firble (Freezing Fire Curse)" Fleta tiptoed to look at a spell and read it out accurately.

Draco raised his eyes and looked at him. Not many people in the first grade knew this spell, but he also heard from Catherine in the first grade that this little troll-like kid seemed to be very talented in charms.So he didn't show any contempt, and explained softly: "It's not a difficult spell. Many witches were tied to the fire frame in witch hunts in the Middle Ages. This spell can freeze the temperature of the flame so that they will not be killed in the flames." Burns. Because of special creation reasons, skilled spellcasting can even break away from the wand."

Fletta nodded: "It's a very great spell, which has saved countless lovely witches from the death penalty. If it weren't for this spell, maybe there would be no little wizards in the wizarding world now... Alright sir, don't look at me like that, I It’s not about this.”

Draco took the retarded look away from him and put it back on the book: "Then, your opinion is"

"I once read a scholar who explained in a book that every extremely simple and simple spell comes from the most difficult magic, and it becomes a casual spell after continuous refinement and simplification." Fleta Some mysterious smiles appeared on his face, "If a Freezing Fire Curse can make a raging flame lose its temperature, then what is the original version of this simple spell?"

Draco's eyes froze, and he stopped looking at the book.He snapped the book shut with curiosity on his face. He is one of the students with the best grades at Hogwarts. Curiosity is always the reason for good grades: "It seems that you already have the answer? Although you only He's just a normal first grader."

Fleta automatically filtered the language that contained irony about height, and a silly smile appeared on his face: "Draco, you said you also like Krum, right?"

Draco didn't expect the topic to change suddenly: "What?"

"Then why don't you and me support him?" Fletta pointed to the Weasley brothers' game, "It's just two Galleons, sir, you must have one."

Draco stared blankly at Fletta's face for a while, and finally he blinked his eyes with a mocking smile on his face: "I hope that the tuition I paid will enable me to learn what I am satisfied with." Then he took out a dragon skin bag and threw it to Fleta.

Nouveau riche!Fletta is not a greedy person, and he didn't expect the other party to be so rich.He froze for a moment and took out two gold coins, then tightened the bag and handed it back to him, but Draco stared at him coldly without reaching out to take it.Fleta shrugged his shoulders, and said helplessly: "The source of the Freezing Fire Curse has been proven to have two versions, one of which is Brooklyn's forcible Tempering Curse."

The little first grader took out his pale wand, and Fletta looked around and found that most of the people on the second floor where they were located had gone to the stands to discuss with each other, leaving only a few sparse girls far away from them .Fleta's wand pointed to the ground and frowned slightly: "Latempe'riture de Brooklyn (1)"

The pronunciation was different from English and Latin spells. Before Draco listened carefully, he saw something happened under the wand.First, there was a crack in the ground, which was different from the explosion-like attack effect of the Splitting Curse. That kind of destruction seemed to appear from inside the ground. When I looked carefully, I found that it was because the ground condensed out of thin air. The wooden floor was propped up because of the water--this is not surprising, but now there is water everywhere on the Black Lake.

But at that moment Draco realized the coldness, that kind of coldness didn't come suddenly, it was slowly pulled away from you like a cocoon.With an unbelievable expression on his face, he cast several warming spells around him, but he could understand that the heat has been passing away through the consumption of magic power.Fleta raised his pale wand so that Draco could see the orange light converging on his tip, and a smile appeared on the boy's face, "Termine'." The feeling is gone, as if the greedy monster that has always existed in the air has stopped absorbing.

Draco: "What are you doing?"

Fleta flicked his wand lightly, and the orange light fell on him and Draco.At that moment Draco thought that he had come to the fireplace in the cellar, or that he had escaped from the cold winter and entered the early summer, and the warmth felt like a basin of hot water had been poured from the head.

Fletta: "Brooklyn's Temperament Seizing Curse, a not-so-friendly spell. Although it's not particularly lethal, it is absolutely superior. It can unconditionally gather all the heat of living things and non-living things, making them continuously cool down to below zero. If you don’t recite the special stop spell, it will continue forever. In the Middle Ages, it is said that someone was silently frozen to death, so it was written into the forbidden spell, but its branch, the freezing and fire spell, is still quite popular.”

The boy bouncing around took the gold coin and threw it at Krum. Under the cheers of the Weasley brothers, he smiled and ran back happily: "Sir, let me tell you that Krum can catch it at an altitude of [-] feet." Golden Snitch, saving someone is nothing to him, don't be so serious, don't worry!"

The heat on his body has not completely faded, and the expression on Draco's face is not very relaxed. He stared at Fletta: "Who the hell are you?"

"Huh? Freita Hill?" The boy looked blank.

"Who taught you these things?"

"Huh? I watched it myself. If I don't watch it, my mother will spank my ass." Fletta looked blank.

The author has something to say: (1)

I made up this spell? ?

It's French, then change the spelling to Oo

It is original.