[hp] Dragon Training

"It's hard to believe that Potter got No.2 just like that, even tied with Victor Krum." Draco looked at Rita's exaggerated report on the Daily Prophet, as if the woman was really underwater Seen a life-and-death struggle. "Pansy, what a disgrace your partner is!"

"Oh, come on, you know that Cedric has already defeated Harry, and it's beyond his control to give Harry a temporary bonus point. Who made him save one more person?" Pansy rolled his eyes.They were at breakfast time, and yesterday's Triwizard Tournament really gave them enough topics for these little wizards.

Fletta stared at Pansy whether she wanted to smile or not, that expression of blessing made Pansy's face turn red, and the brunette girl said uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

"Fleta, I think, just wants you to explain why you have become Cedric's most important treasure? Prince Hufflepuff lifted you out of the water like he was holding an easy Broken treasure." Zabini also smiled unseriously.

"What? Is he really like that?" There was a hint of joy on Pansy's face, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was forced down again, because he saw that the teasing on Zabini's face was even bigger. "Enough, you guys!"

Fletta held the newspaper in front of him, and thought it was quite funny to see the exaggerated remarks of the female reporter on it, he chuckled a few times and took a plate of vanilla finger puffs for himself in the eyes of Senior Malfoy.The newspapers described how the warriors made it through, although it was described as if they fought the dragon again under the water.One of the details that attracted Fletta was that Fleur Delacour was attacked by Grindylo (that is, a disgusting creature that looks like an octopus) while swimming under the black lake, so she lost the game. qualifications.Similarly, when Harry Potter rescued Fleur's sister, he was also attacked by Grindylow... and none of the warriors before him had such a situation.

The vanilla puffs are delicious. When Fletta reached for the last one, it was empty. When he looked up, he found that Vincent was eating. Of course, the boy would not be angry with the senior because of a snack. He smiled at Vincent. Changing a plate of cherry pie, he handed the passage to his senior, Draco, and explained what he meant.

Draco took a sip of black tea and thought for a while: "I heard from my father... There are indeed some families in France with some strange bloodlines, and some of them always have some strange magical talents. For example, this Miss Fleur from France may have Veela blood in her body, and the special birth of her and her sister may have some attraction to those disgusting Grindylows."

Pansy was a little disgusted: "Vela hybrid? And magical creatures?"

"In fact, don't you see it every day?" Draco raised his delicate and thin chin, with contempt and ridicule on his face, Pansy looked in his direction, and saw that he looked very strange on the professor's chair Huge Hagrid, "a half-wizard-giant, isn't it alive and well?"

"When you say that, I feel like I can't eat. The topic of hybrids with magical creatures is really weird, isn't it, Draco?" Blaise Zabini said with a smile.

Draco glanced at him: "It's rare that I think you still don't care about this, after all, you and Miss Delacour on the night of the ball...huh?"

First grade cub Fletta didn't understand what they were saying: "Huh?"

Draco: "..."

Fleta persevered: "Huh? Huh? Huh? Uh... ouch!"

Draco Malfoy withdrew his hand from smacking Fretta Hill's head, his face expressionless: "You should go to class, sir."

Fletta rubbed her head: "Oh. Okay."

Looking at the child's silly appearance, Draco felt a little uneasy. He was silent for a second and asked unwillingly: "...Do you know where the classroom is?"

Fletta nodded obediently: "Professor Sprout will take us to pick dewweed in the forest for today's herbal class, and the first graders can just wait in the corridor for a while."

"Then why don't you go?"

"Cherry pie is delicious...well, goodbye sir, we'll see you at lunch." Fletta pouted under the man-eating gaze, picked up her school uniform jacket and scarf, packed her schoolbag and went with the Waiting for his Catherine to go together.

Draco kept staring at them as they walked out of the auditorium, and then turned his eyes away from the little witch named Catherine next to the boy.It turned out that besides Crabbe, who was eating with his head down, even Goyle was looking up at him in the fourth grade.Mr. Malfoy frowned: "What are you doing?"

Everyone bowed their heads and drank tea without saying a word.It's nothing, I just feel that our Slytherin prince is actually like a hen protecting its cubs, which makes people feel a little disillusioned.

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Ms. Sprout is an old Hogwarts professor. Unlike the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who is cursed to change every year, the professor of Herbology has always been this kind and fat lady.

No matter who treats the first-year children too harshly, even Professor Snape will not be too intimidating in front of this group of little beans. Professor Sprout will bring all the little wizards together. Then they went to the forest together. The forest is different from the dense forest, there will not be too many dangerous animals, and there are many kinds of plants when it is adjacent to the black lake and surrounded by mountains and rivers.A group of children chirped and chatted, as happy as a spring outing.

Ms. Sprout stood still and clapped her hands to calm down the 11-year-old children. When she watched their little heads pop up like sunflowers, the professor smiled and began to lecture: "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. ,Good morning."

"Good morning, Professor." The voices of the students were not very neat, but because they were all children with unchanged voices, they sounded as delicate as a group of chicks.

Today their class is to pick dew grass that grows in the forest. As the name suggests, this herb lives on dew, so it can only be picked in the morning. What is even more regrettable is that the life of this herb is as short as dew.

"Pick this herb only when its life is passing. When the dew evaporates, they will gradually die. At that time, they will branch out a piece of broken bud at the tip. We need to pick them at this time..." Catherine looked up Fleta, who had been staring at her seriously, couldn't help but blushed a little, "It says so in the book."

Fletta nodded without understanding: "Admirable knowledge, good Catherine, Slytheringa ten points!"

Catherine smiled at Fletta, holding the book and covering half of her face.

Professor Sprout told them about the course next, and it was almost the same as what Catherine said... But Fletta was still very unfamiliar. The magic field he had been in contact with since he was a child was how to wave a wand and use spells. His mother Didn't really teach him how to dig grass.Oh, and his dad had taught him how to dig wild radishes at cookouts, but digging didn't help him much in herbal medicine.

"First observe the traces of dew, and then find the right dewweed. It's not difficult, Fletta, you just need to follow the extension of the dew on the ground and see the regularity of their distribution, and then check the split at the tip. You can pick A lot!" Miss Catherine is a witch in charge, and the little brown-haired little loli is teaching in an orderly manner at this time, but even so, Fletta is still one head and two big.

"Hey, Fleta, you can't pick that one, that's still alive... oh poor dewweed. Watch the cracked buds at the tip! Dewweed wouldn't be full of dew essence if it wasn't dead, Fleta! You You picked the wrong one again, you almost stripped the grass! The theme of our class is not weeding the forest QAQ." Catherine was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

"Catherine, actually, uh, I didn't get the textbook on herbal medicine. Yes, I just remembered. Can you talk to the professor for me?" Fretta changed the subject.

"Of course!" The little witch raised her eyebrows and immediately ran to the professor.

Fletta was relieved when he saw the girl go a little farther away. He took out his magic spell and thought about a spell. Yes, he planned to cheat. "You don't want living grass, just look for death?" Fletta muttered, "That's not easy, wouldn't the retrograde life exploration spell be enough? Chercherilamort (looking for death)!" (1)

In an instant, some fluorescent lights appeared on the ground, and the dots of light drifted like signs, falling on the tiny herbs in a mottled and beautiful way.Fleta immediately bent down to pick those glowing plants. When he picked the first dewy plant, Fleta knew he had done the right thing. He decided to pick all of them together with Catherine.The fluorescent lights on the ground paved the road, and they were lined up intermittently along the soil and fallen leaves. Little Fletta picked them up one after another like a bird pecking at bread crumbs. Suddenly he felt something was wrong, a very The cold feeling made him shiver suddenly.

Fletta blinked his eyes and straightened up. Following the forest path, he has been picking dewweeds here. However, there are only fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground at this time, and there are no traces of plants. But what is surprising is that there Under the spell of looking for death, the Yingying light is still extending into the woods.Fleta took a deep breath and put the dew grass into the pocket of the magic robe of the school uniform, followed the fluorescent light and walked into the woods. It didn't take long for the thread to break. Next to the exposed roots of a big tree, a very familiar black felt hat just fell to the ground.

Before the boy seemed to realize it, he took a step forward, and a foot wearing a leather shoe appeared in front of his eyes.

"Fleta, you ran too far and I almost couldn't find you! Professor Sprout said she didn't have any extra textbooks, you might need to go..." Suddenly Catherine let out a scream of extreme panic, and she stood Opposite to Fletta on the side of the big tree, after seeing this scene, she covered her face deeply, and the little girl completely collapsed.

Fletta rushed over and hugged her and patted her on the shoulder. Then she turned around and saw the body of Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic on the ground, lying quietly under the tree. I don't know how long it has been dead.