[hp] Dragon Training

It was late when Mr. Hill left the library. He missed his lunch time and saw the afternoon in order to read a book.He reckoned that going to the auditorium would not welcome him to have a good meal, so he rubbed his belly and ran back to the Slytherin cellar with his mouth pouted.

He checked out the unfinished book full of notes from the library, thinking he wouldn't hurt his ass too much if he dug into his final exam grades.

"Perhaps Mr. Gower could bring some cakes back to the dormitory?"

Fleta put the cloak hat on because it was snowing again outside.The weather was still very cold, some tiny snowflakes fell on his pure silver eyelashes, his face was like a doll made of glass, the mist exhaled in the cold made him look quiet and beautiful.

I thought that I could at least taste delicious snacks under the fire when I returned to the cellar, but when Fleta gave the password to open the door, she was shocked by the more gloomy and cold breath blowing towards her face.He forced a breath of cold and dry air and almost choked himself, and couldn't help pulling his black suede cloak tighter.

"What's going on?" Fleta shrank his neck and walked in, asking the man sitting on the sofa, "Good afternoon, Draco."

Draco didn't answer when his name was called. He stared at the fire in front of him with gray-blue eyes. There were only a few small sparks in the charcoal, which seemed to be suppressed and burned by a special force.Draco's platinum-blonde hair showed a cold color in the cellar without any fire, and he seemed to have been there for a long time, and the hawthorn wand in his hand had never moved.There was no one else in Slytherin's cellar except him at this time. I don't know if everyone had other arrangements or people couldn't stand the cold here.

Suddenly Draco finally raised his eyes, picked up his wand and whispered to the coals: "Latempe'riture de Brooklyn."

Fleta's eyes widened suddenly, seeing this scene in horror, he paused and ran forward to see the last spark in the fireplace quickly extinguished, and what was even more frightening was that Fleta felt the pain in his body. The heat is constantly disappearing, and even the entire cellar has begun to evolve into an ice cellar.

Fletta began to fear for a moment, and everything that happened this morning began to appear before her eyes again, the bottomless forest, the dead Barty Crouch, and the infinite cold.His face was extremely pale, and he looked at Draco: "Stop, this spell can only be stopped by the person who cast it. Please stop!"

Draco: "Termine."

The platinum-haired boy threw the orange-yellow light from the tip of his wand into the fireplace, and the fire there was rekindled in an instant, and the heat began to slowly return to the cellar.Fleta took a deep breath and sat down next to Draco without hesitation.He wasn't in a good mood. When he learned this spell, he was in a terrible state. In addition to reading it accurately, he also needed to use the stop spell proficiently.Because of this, he almost froze Mr. Alston Hill to death (…), Fleta was almost scared by dogs at that time, and only learned the Brooklyn Grab the Temperament Curse when he was about to murder his own father.

He spent a month and a half for this, but the person in front of him only heard him say it once.

There were only the two of them left in the cellar at this moment. There were few Slytherins in the first place, and neither the boys nor the girls seemed in a hurry to go back to the cellar on a snowy day.Draco squinted at the boy beside him, his silver hair shone warmly in the firelight, at this moment he was extremely quiet, not at all clingy as usual.

"Where did you go at noon? Why didn't you come for lunch?"

Fletta replied honestly: "The library. I forgot after reading for a long time."

A mocking smile appeared on Draco's face, as if mocking the kid's stupidity: "What books did you read?"

"Here," Fletta took out the worn-out "Encyclopedia of Potions Fundamentals" and opened it with the dancing firelight, "this book is so thick, I thought I wouldn't be able to understand it, but thanks There are notes on it. To be honest, it is against the school rules to sketch on the borrowed books, but I have to say that it helped me. The notes on it are very comprehensive and very interesting. It feels super awesome! Merlin, God knows who wrote it Did you download these things?"

"I."

"..." Fletta's expression froze there, and his mouth didn't close for a moment. "???"

With a sneer, Draco took the book in his hand and flipped through it a few times, until there was a small inscription on the last word of the note on the last page, and he handed the book back to Fretta, letting He saw three letters written in ink: D·L·M.

Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Fletta: "..."

Draco was expressionless: "I'm sorry that your praise didn't make me happy."

"Wait...wait, sir, you violated the school rules?! I'll tell you that it's illegal to scribble on a book." This was the first thing Fleta realized after he realized it.

Draco still had no expression on his face: "I wrote this when I was in the first grade. I liked potions very much at that time, and of course I still do now." As he said that, he was going to take that book back, intending to take this Hogger book back. Woz's public property was thrown into the fireplace and destroyed.

Fletta raised the book very high to prevent him from taking it away, with a malicious smile on his face: "Hey, first graders need to be punished for making mistakes!"

Draco didn't intend to quarrel with him, he rolled his eyes: "Then you bite me." As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly pushed away the child who was leaning over to kiss him.

"Go away! You little troll!"

Fleta wasn't upset when she was rejected, she fell back out of inertia and leaned directly on Draco.Because he was too short, he still couldn't touch the senior senior's shoulder, but leaned on him so dependently, as if it only needed a little force to push him away from his body.

But Draco didn't do that, he frowned: "What's wrong with you, what happened?"

Fletta was holding the potion book full of handwriting on his chest: "I don't feel well, sir. I suddenly feel a little homesick." His light gray eyes reflected the firelight, causing the pupils to change color slightly. From Draco's perspective, it seemed that his eyes were as dazzling as liquid gold.

Draco's eyelids twitched slightly. There is only one species with pure golden eyes in this world - dragons.It's really not normal to see such a characteristic in a human being, and he told himself that it was just an accident and just a reflection and let himself not mind: "Why didn't you choose to go back for Christmas?"

Fleta blinked, and opened it again, it was still solid gray: "My home is too far away...not even an owl can send me a letter."

...that's how far it was.Draco suddenly thought that the child's home was in Australia or Antarctica, so far away that the Floo network could not be connected.He felt a little soft in his heart, and stretched out his hand to stroke his hair: "Say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Hill for me in advance."

"Well, I actually look like my mother." Fletta couldn't help pulling up some other things, "Every time my father wants to beat me, I look up, with tears in my eyes, just like my mother Extremely, he will never be able to do it."

"Do you have your mother's eyes?"

"No... I have my dad's eyes, but my mum's eyes look a lot like my mum's, and I have the same hair as my mum."

People with special hair colors in the magic world are all part of a specific family, and only pure blood from generation to generation can retain their bloodlines.For example, Malfoy's platinum noble, such as the black family's eternal black, and Weasley's fiery red.Fleta's sterling silver hair color has already made many people suspicious. Things that are too dazzling are always eye-catching, aren't they? "What's your mother's name?" Draco asked softly.

"Cecilia White Hill."

Draco had definitely heard that name somewhere, and more than once.After pondering for a while, he asked a little uncertainly, "Madam Bai?"

This title made Fleta very strange: "Huh?"

Draco: "..." He rubbed the corners of his brows, and he also didn't know why such a word popped up in his mind. He should have seen the name Cecilia. This name is not very common, but it is definitely for him. left an impression.Suddenly, it seemed as if some spiritual light appeared in his mind, and Draco suddenly became stiff - he remembered!A few years ago, he sneaked into his father's study and wrote a list on a letter that he hadn't closed yet. Most of the names on the list were familiar to him, but the last name was unfamiliar. Cecilia White.

Draco frowned and recalled vigorously, the name was hooked vigorously by Lucius Malfoy, but he was sure that there was no surname named Hill behind it.

"Sir?" Fletta raised her head in a daze, her gray eyes contained fragments of light and seemed to be buried with clear mercury.His face is extremely immature, and the good-looking person is an apple kissed by God. This little child seems to have been touched by an angel's hand when he was born.

It was hard for Draco to describe the feeling of that moment, like chocolate melting in the fire, and his heart softened all of a sudden: "It's nothing." He heard himself say.

While they were chatting, the Slytherin cellar door was opened again, and Fleta's little head lifted from Draco's body. When she saw Goyle and Crabbe returning from the cafeteria, the first-year boy The boy let out a cheer, and immediately jumped up and ran towards the two seniors.

Of course, Crabbe and the others don't mind sharing the food with a first grader. Fletta picked up a cream cupcake and wrapped it in one bite. Her face was so round she looked like a chipmunk.The kid didn't eat lunch, so he must be very hungry now.

Draco seemed to have gotten used to his behavior of killing birds for food, Master Platinum didn't even want to roll his eyelids when he looked at the fire.He looked at the dancing flames in the fireplace for a while and seemed to be thinking about something.

"You said that the Freezing Fire Curse has been speculated to have two sources, one is the Simplified Brooklyn Incapacitating Curse, and the other?"

Fletta nearly choked to death, and the boy stared at him, suddenly understanding how powerful this man was—like never forgetting anything he saw, or hearing If you pass.

"Okay...the other source is more remote, and many people don't recognize it, but I think it's very feasible." Fleta swallowed a mouthful of cake, picked up her wand and pointed it at the fireplace, "Freezing fireble——spell reversal, raging fire!"

The rising flame instantly burned the entire fireplace, and the orange light flourished, making the dark cellar of Slytherin warm and bright.

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