[hp] Dragon Training

Almost immediately, Draco stood up and covered Freita's eyes.

Because of the appearance of Harry and Cedric, almost everyone in the three schools thought that one of them had won the championship. Everyone cheered because they came out of the maze without incident. Professor Flitwick directed the students to play happily and loudly. Teachers and classmates applauded for the warriors.

Pansy was the third Slytherin to stand up. The dark-haired girl looked pale at Cedric lying on the ground and Harry lying on top of him, and suddenly let out a desperate scream.Maybe it was because her voice was too shrill and pitiful, the entire Slytherin students and people nearby turned their heads to look at her, followed her gaze and looked back, so more people immediately understood what was going on.The sound of playing the music stopped abruptly, and expressions of disbelief appeared on everyone's faces.

Draco felt Fleta's eyelashes like butterfly wings in his palm, and the child was trembling.Draco's face was also extremely pale, watching Harry sobbing in pain as if seeing something extremely terrible.

Dumbledore tried to pull Harry away from Cedric, but he resisted fiercely.To put it bluntly, Harry is just a 14-year-old boy. He has experienced the ups and downs of relatives and friends since he was a child, and he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility to face the fear that the entire wizarding world dare not face. Now, seeing his friends die in front of myself. (1) Harry burst into tears, and the young and hoarse voice in the boy's voice was distorted: "He's back! He's back! Voldemort is back! Cedric...he begged me to bring his body back... …I couldn't leave him and leave him there."

Harry's panicked voice was heard by everyone, and everyone's faces were terrified and desperate, as if they knew something extremely terrible.Dumbledore's eyes were full of vicissitudes. Another excellent student died in front of his eyes. The old man put his withered hand on Harry's face and comforted him: "It's okay Harry, it's okay. He's here , he’s back, you’re all back.”

The Minister of Magic, who participated in the ruling of the game, returned to the stands, loudly asked everyone to sit back in their seats, and whispered the news to the teachers in charge of security that a boy had been killed.Severus Snape suddenly looked up at the fourth-year Slytherin stand, and immediately turned to Professor Moody.

"Let me pass... let me pass!" Cedric Diggory's father trembled through the stands and the crowd, and ran down anxiously. The poor father cried out in grief, "That's my son ! That's my child...my child! No!" Kneeling beside Cedric, he groaned as he lay on top of the boy.

The stunned students of Hufflepuff seem to have just reacted, and all their sad emotions were immediately aroused by the heart-piercing voice. The friendly and mellow students of the Badger Academy in yellow school uniforms are almost their best. It's something to talk about, they are the college with the largest number of people in the school, and they will also be a constituent force in the wizarding world in the future.There are no things or heroes in their history that can be boasted about. Even when they are defeated in the Academy Cup, they can smile and pat their opponents on the shoulder to congratulate them.Hufflepuff has always been happy and kind, they are as generous and simple as the earth, but kindness doubles the sadness, they can't be as calm as Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and the cry of the tide collapses anyway They couldn't help it—that's their prefect, the captain of Quidditch, always the first in the school, their pride, that's the best person in the world!

Fleta gradually fell silent when he heard the crying, he gently took Draco's hand from his eyes and held it tightly again, with a calm voice: "...Cedric, you were with me a few days ago We made an appointment to play Quidditch together..."

Draco suddenly felt a pain in his heart when he looked at the child with expressionless face and unwavering eyes. He gave him a hug for the first time, which was by no means warm, but he just hugged him lightly and let go immediately. As if a blizzard was brewing, his voice was extremely low: "Let's go back."

Draco gestured to Blaise, Goyle, and Crabbe, and nodded while making eye contact with Snape in the distance. He raised his voice and asked for a while that all levels of Slytherin students should follow the order and obey Blaise Zabi. Ni's conductor then left in an orderly manner.He picked up Pansy, who was crying so hard that he couldn't stop, and left with her friend Daphne holding Fletta by her right hand.

When he came, Fletta lined up so far away from him, but when he left, he held the child by the hand, as if he was afraid that he would get lost.

Pansy was picked up by Daphne, and the blond girl handed her a handkerchief but couldn't stop her eyes from crying like water balloons with holes in them.Fletta heard someone shouting at them from behind: "The murderer, he is the murderer! The murderer is Slytherin!" But the boy was stopped just as he was about to turn around to see who it was, and Draco pulled him forward , there was no wave on his face.

Until returning to Slytherin's cellar, Pansy seemed to be numb, with tears still streaming from his eyes but no expression on his face.Daphne put her on the sofa and comforted her softly: "That's enough, Sissy, do you really love him that much? That Cedric?"

Pansy's misty black eyes looked at the flickering fire. "He can't dance."

"what?"

"He didn't even dare to put his hands on my waist. He blushed like a child, but his eyes kept staring at me. He couldn't dance, but he never stepped on me. He said he was afraid of crushing me. It's gone... How could I be crushed? Am I really so precious and fragile in his eyes?" Pansy murmured in a low voice, as if she had lost her soul.

Daphne listened quietly, and burst into tears.

"He said I was the best girl he had ever seen. This is really the worst compliment I've ever heard." Pansy closed her eyes deeply, hiding all her emotions, but tears were the best proof of pain.

Fletta took out her wand, moistened a handkerchief, and handed it to Daphne to wipe Pansy's face.Looking back to see Draco standing in front of the French window, staring at the dark lake without saying a word, Freita tiptoed over, as if wondering what he was looking at, but could only see the platinum boy's own face in the reflection of the glass.

Fletta spoke up: "The black lake at night is so beautiful." After he finished speaking, he wanted to hit himself, it was so black that he couldn't see anything, what a beautiful leg.

Draco's body moved because of his words, and he seemed to glance at Fleta from the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling glass window: "Do you like it?"

"...Do you like it?"

"Oh, I don't like it."

...What the hell is this barren dialogue.The stupid hair on Fletta's head was about to turn up, and he found that he could hardly understand this person, but standing beside him made him feel extremely stable when he was in such a mess.

"Harry said he's back? Who is he? Who is Voldemort?" Freita said softly.

Draco frowned, but finally smiled: "The Dark Lord's name sounds like a very common man in your mouth."

"Is he a very bad man?"

"It's hard to say, boy." Draco seemed a little tired, he frowned and narrowed his eyes, "Many people think he represents destruction, but some people think he is very great, and even think he is a god."

"Why...they said the murderer was Slytherin?"

"It's a slander. Slytherins look condescending and dangerous to them, and only we ourselves understand how honorable we are and disdain the opinions of people like them. The Dark Lord came from Slytherin, our house Coming out of someone so famous that everyone felt he was the leader and representative of us Slytherins."

"Then what do you think of him?" Fretta didn't quite understand.

"Bound." The answer Draco gave was not within the range of choices. "I feel tired and even feel helpless. There are many people supporting him in this world, most of which come from the pursuit of strength. Slytherin worships the strong and pure blood. We believe that following that person can bring glory, but he For my family, it represents an extremely heavy burden and an unbreakable bondage."

"Glory, is this thing important? (2)"

"In fact, it's something that can cost lives sometimes for a lot of people."

Fletta couldn't understand. He thought the happiest thing in the world was probably being with his parents. Mr. Alston didn't see where he valued glory when he pouted his buttocks to dig out the mole's nest with him.If he can stay beside the one he loves without any worries, that is the most important thing for Fleta.

Fleta grabbed Draco's hand, took a deep breath and said, "No matter what, no matter what happens, I will always stand by you."

Draco laughed: "I'm so much taller than you, I'll have to support the sky falling, boy."

Fleta suddenly reached out and hugged him, her head couldn't even reach his chest, but she still wanted to give him strength and firm support.

Draco's platinum eyelashes blinked: "You should go to bed, kid."

"Good night, sir."

"Good night."

When Fleta's little silver head rested on a soft goose down pillow, she found that she couldn't sleep at all.He was obviously tired but couldn't close his eyes, and whenever he was in the dark, he would feel a very malicious cold, with the bodies of Barty Crouch and Cedric Diggory lingering in front of his eyes.Fleta wasn't afraid, but she felt dazed, and every time she wanted to think again, she felt colder.He grabbed the pendant on his chest. It seemed to be made of a special material that would never change the temperature because it was worn close to the body. In the cold winter, the pendant worn by his mother was still as cold as ice.

Fleta is not very afraid of the cold, but it is as alert as ice when it is difficult to sleep.

Tossing and turning on the bed until late at night, the boy finally sat up. He took out his wand and used the Levitation Charm to find a piece of paper, tore it in two and folded them in half. Tiny swallows.

"The Curse of Karlov's Paradigm Development." A blue magic light made the swallow have Cuiyu.

"Delamemoirerecheerroad (Extreme Memory Index Curse)" Fletta pulled out a silver thread from his brain and tied it to a swallow's paw. He let the paper swallow fly out along the crack of the door, and sat on the bed to stare at it. Watching another swallow wait.

After a while, the swallow in Fletta's hand pecked his thumb, fluttered its wings and turned into a small mirror, but another picture appeared in the mirror, which was a picture similar to his dormitory. The room, however, was much more luxuriously furnished than his.

"Knock Knock! Anybody home?" (3)

Mr. Malfoy's face appeared in the mirror, his hair was not neatly combed as usual, and his eyes were dimly sleepy, as if he had just been woken up: "My God, what time is it now! Give you three seconds Zhong made it clear what's going on, otherwise you can choose one of Avada Kedavra or Violent Corpse Potion tomorrow."

"Don't be so fierce..."

"Then Avada Kedavra or Violent Corpse..."

"I suddenly want to see you now."

"Sorry, may I be rude, can you repeat that?"

"I want to see you right now."

"If you hadn't been forgotten by the house-elf while you were climbing the stairs, it seems like Mr. Fleta and I had just said good night three hours ago?"

"That...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh then I think we can go deeper?"

"No."

"Sir, I can't sleep. My mind has been filled with strange and scary things. I'm about to cry. You have pity on me?" Fletta immediately put on a pitiful look and hoped that Merlin would bless this to be useful.

"...I don't share the quilt with others, remember to bring your baby comfort blanket when you come downstairs." Reported to Merlin, it was useful.

"I'm long past the age of wearing a comfort blanket."

"I've never seen anyone wake someone up in the middle of the night and make pathetic babbles to sleep with, except for a baby in a comfort blanket."

The author has something to say: (1)

I think, Harry is so unfriendly to the original Cedric, besides competitors, this guy also robbed his sweetheart Zhang Qiu

Now there is no contradiction.We're all classmates, so why don't we bother, good friends will naturally become friends ~ why don't you come and get the Gwent card?

Boring fucks:

Nanming Lihuo Zhihuang Sword Field Records (hereinafter referred to as Swordman): Brother Cedric, you can get up from the ground~ The director said that the salary has been settled~ Swordman Field Records: The crew of "Twilight" next door is waiting for you Woolen cloth!What, what else do you want to say to the audience?OK, let's talk.

Cedric: What the【***】! ? ! Holly【***】! ! ?

Okay, it seems that this handsome foreign friend seems a little dissatisfied with his role, so we will not give subtitles.

Let's interview the other actors.

Swordman Field Notes: Hello, Mr. Hill, as a lonely boy who communicated with Cedric, do you have anything to say?

Fletta: Well, Cedric is the captain of Quidditch, a Seeker, a prefect, and a warrior. The key is that he is very handsome!If it weren't for his limited schedule, I really want to have further in-depth exchanges with him in all aspects and at multiple levels in the future. Please tell him that I appreciate him very much!

Swordman: Mr. Hill, as long as you look back at Mr. Malfoy's face, you will know why Cedric must die.

alright!Hope to continue working with Mr. Diggory next time!

Goodbye everyone!

(2)

Glory, is this thing important?

Important!

Glory, you won't get tired of playing for another ten years!

team leader!We will have many summers belonging to Blue Rain!

Support the future of Tiny Herb!

Next year's glory will belong to Tyranny!

I only know how to move forward, not backward!

Zhang Jiale, why are you leaving!

Ye Qiu!I'll wait for you to come back!

Are you still so crazy, with you?

of course!

Goal - Champion!

The above are all from the famous novel "Full-time Master" who are interested can Baidu, Amway successfully remember to pay the tuition fee to me, and I will teach the Heavenly Dance personally (by mistake)

Full of visual sense (if you don’t understand, please treat me as a convulsion).

(3)

Knock Knock, Anyone home?

This sentence is said by children when they come to ask for candy on Halloween.

At the moment Fleta was joking.

however

Not funny.