[hp] Dragon Training

"Knock, knock! Anyone..."

"The door is not locked. If you act stupid again, I will drive you to sleep with the mermaid in the Black Lake."

Fleta used the top of the quilt as a cloak, tied the corners of the quilt in a knot at the neck, and made herself look like a short little ghost.The corridors of the Slytherin dormitory were covered with thick green cashmere carpets. He was wearing printed pajamas and ran up barefoot. Hearing what Draco said, he ran over like a rabbit and jumped onto the bed. , and finally bounced on the bed.

Draco was almost thrown off the bed by him, his face was flushed with anger, and he raised his hand to hit Fretta on the head.Fleta's years of scrambling and crawling skills in the mud were immediately revealed. He picked up the pillow to block him, and at the end he had to take an inch to show his face and stuck out his tongue arrogantly.Mr. Malfoy felt that he was provoked by a little troll. He sneered and suddenly reached out, grabbing the child's cold ankle because he didn't wear shoes.God knows where Mr. Malfoy, who was so thin as a bamboo stick, got so much strength that he dragged and half-hanged the person upside down.

Draco slapped Fletta's ass twice hard, but he didn't stay strong. The boy was slapped and screamed, and the sound made Draco feel so happy that the gloom accumulated in his heart for many days disappeared.He let go of Fletta's ankles, and ignored his cries of pain, picked up his blanket and covered him tightly from head to toe like a corpse, and ignored the brat as he covered him with his quilt and turned his back to him lie down.Fletta lifted the blanket to reveal a pair of slick eyes, looked around the room, and found something on some cabinets that he had never seen before: a withered claw, a divination ball that looked like a nebula , a set of beautiful glassware... The boy was so curious that he didn't dare to move it, and decided to sneak in to play while the senior was away.

After a while, Fletta realized that she couldn't fall asleep at all. Hearing Draco's even breathing, her heart felt dry. The unlucky kid sneaked over and licked the hair on the back of his head and neck with his hand.Draco's breath stopped suddenly, and after a while he turned around very slowly, his blood-red and murderous eyes stared at Fletta indifferently, like looking at a dying ant .

"..." Fletta showed a flattering smile, "Let's have a chat, shall we?"

"Awada..."

"Wow wow wow I was wrong!!"

Draco lay on his back, covered his eyes with his hands and sighed for a long time, who did he owe. "It was a mistake to let you in. Say what you want to say, I have a class tomorrow."

"Sir, what's that claw on your cabinet?"

"Wu Jie, cut off from the body of a dead black wizard, used to curse people. This is left over by others to ward off evil spirits."

Fleta thought for a long time, but couldn't understand how the cursed thing could ward off evil spirits: "Oh, if I could give it to Cedric earlier, maybe he would be luckier."

"This thing is useless to Digory. If he was really killed by that person, he would have been covered with witches all over his body."

"I still don't understand why he wanted to kill Cedric?"

"The Dark Lord needs no reason to kill."

"Then I kind of hate him..."

"In many cases, standing in different places represents different things. The Dark Lord was born in Slytherin, but now almost the entire wizarding world regards Slytherin as evil. We are almost all pure blood, powerful, born Nobles, hold great power. They are afraid of our power and hate our arrogance, what can you do? There is no reason for these things, can you hate everyone?" Draco rubbed his face with his hands to wake himself up, When he was in the first, second, and third grades, he could still lift his chin and feel that those who ran against Slytherin were all inferior people. However, as he grew older, there were more and more hateful eyes and oppression from the dark. Let him have to look at the situation clearly.When the red fur mole in the Weasley family yelled that he was a Death Eater, Draco became more and more aware of his situation and his status in the eyes of others-dark, evil, vicious, and unbearable.It's hard to imagine that the Malfoy family has been honored for thousands of years, and the platinum color has been proud for generations, but now they have become dirty in the eyes of others? (*)

"How could this be? Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, and Nate are all good seniors. Vincent often gives me snacks. Catherine is my friend. I am very happy in Slytherin. They How could you think that way?" Fletta felt a little sad, worrying about her friend.

"We're just protecting our weaknesses, we're just uniting. If you weren't for Slytherin, we wouldn't even look at you." Draco rubbed the space between his brows. "But on the contrary, as long as you are a Slytherin, we will protect you, tolerate you, and be proud of you. Even if someone insults you, it is an insult to all of us. We don't care what the outside world thinks. We only protect ourselves...you can understand ?"

Fletta's eyes were a little red, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I joined the best academy."

Draco smiled and said nothing, raised his hand and buried Fleta's face with a blanket, intending to let the dead child stop talking nonsense and go to sleep quickly.

Fletta felt a little more at ease, feeling that he had found a sense of community and belonging. He closed his eyes and thought silently: If anyone dares to bully them, he will definitely not let him go.

However, his idea and determination were implemented on the second day.

In the auditorium the next morning, Dumbledore left everyone behind after breakfast, and told everyone that the teacher who taught them Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester, Aragos Moody, was actually a notorious Death Eater— — Barty Crouch Jr.The heinous villain was suspected of murdering his father, Mr. Barty Crouch. This time he escaped from prison and was caught back to Azkaban.

Amid the shocking discussions, Dumbledore seemed to be getting older. The white wizard, who had enjoyed a century of fame, had some vicissitudes in his eyes. He let out a long sigh and began to remember the dead Cedric Diggory.Hufflepuff's students began to cry again amidst the old headmaster's distressed voice. Fleta looked down at her shoes. Pansy didn't come to breakfast today, so she probably was afraid of seeing such a scene.

In the scene of everyone's sorrow, Dumbledore paused: "I think everyone has the right to know the truth about Cedric's death... yes, the person who killed him was Voldemort! The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this However, I think it is an insult to the brave to conceal true desire. There is no doubt that he has returned!"

The entire auditorium fell into a dead silence, and then there were heated discussions. Most people's faces were extremely frightened, and a few of them didn't know about Voldemort, and they still looked blank.The people on Slytherin's side were surprisingly quiet, most of them were silent, and wizards of noble origin certainly knew what this name represented.But they didn't make a sound, and many even raised their eyes to secretly look at the platinum-blond boy who was the chief fourth grader.

Dumbledore put everything in perspective: "The grief of losing Cedric Diggory reminds me, and reminds everyone, that although we come from different places and speak different languages, our hearts are united. Cedric Diggory Ke will not die in vain, remember these, let us remember a kind, honest, brave, sincere, righteous boy."

As soon as the words fell, the flags with the Hogwarts school emblem hanging in the auditorium were like rolling waves. They all turned into warm bright yellow, and Hufflepuff's kind and loyal little badger was lifelike in temperament.Hufflepuff's students sobbed softly, but some of them looked up at the flying flags firmly, with grief but firmness in their hearts.

After the morning talks, the teachers left the teacher's seat and went to their own teachers.Unlike the other long tables where the students were slowly leaving, the Slytherin table hardly got up.After being silent for a while, Nat stood up first and said to Draco, "Mr. Prefect, say something."

Draco glanced at him: "Keep calm, and carry on" (1)

Nat couldn't believe it: "Just like that?"

Draco replied in a low voice: "Dumbledore said that the Dark Lord has returned, and what to do depends on our internal choices in Slytherin. Most of us are pure blood, and your parents represent your position. Don't regret your choice." That's it."

Blaise propped his face, with a casual smile on the corner of his mouth: "I choose to follow you, honorable Mr. Malfoy."

Nat froze for a moment, then whispered: "I choose to follow you, honorable Mr. Malfoy."

Miss Lolita Hunter hooked her lips and smiled: "I choose to follow you, honorable Mr. Malfoy."

The two young ladies of the Greengrass family did not speak, but the little Greengrass was stopped by her sister just as she was about to speak. Daphne looked uncertain: "We follow you because of your family's millennium glory, and because you are our The best prefect elected by everyone. So what position do you choose? Who do you follow?"

Mr. Draco Malfoy had a mocking smile on his face, his gray-blue eyes were like gems frozen in ice: "I follow my heart." (2)

Fletta stared at him with her face propped up, and she blinked and felt that this senior had the potential to be a magician, and he kept half of what he said, and it seemed that he was about to suffocate Senior Nat to death.Blaise smiled, he got up and patted Nat on the shoulder, packed his schoolbag and went to class, followed by Daphne, followed by her sister.More and more people left, and finally Draco and Fretta packed their schoolbags and got ready to go to class.

Suddenly, a Gryffindor student stood up from the edge of the table, pointed at the group of Slytherins with anger and said loudly: "They are the murderers! They are the future Death Eaters who killed Cedric Dee." Gorey! It was a premeditated murder!"

All the Slytherin students stopped in their footsteps, and then they walked forward without looking back. Blaise even yawned, and Daphne just sneered, but only Fretta, the last one The grader's pace suddenly slowed down, and he turned his head to look back.

The student had good reasons, as if he had been dissatisfied with Slytherin for a long time: "How could Voldemort get into Hogwarts? This is the safest place in the world. Someone must be helping him! It's them, it's Slytherin." Leitlin's people, they were few that day!"

This is pure slander, the Slytherins are the fewest in the school, and the Snake Court is always sparse when Hufflepuff's stands are crowded.And they are just a group of minors, they are well regarded by the teacher, how can they have the opportunity to harm others?That person has reason and evidence, and thinks that Voldemort cannot enter the school, which shows that he doesn't know such a thing as a "portkey".His statement seemed to have moved some people. At least Hufflepuff's students had doubts in their eyes, and everyone who stared at the Snake Yard became less friendly.Before Gryffindor had time to leave, some classmates, such as Mr. Ron Weasley, seemed to believe this remark, with a look of righteous indignation on their faces.

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and the more reasonable he became, he even thought of something and seemed to take a step forward. He raised his hand and pointed at the back of a person who had already left the auditorium: "The murderer is Slytherin! It's Malfoy! He was there that day Professor Trelawney said in his divination class that he saw a future in Harry about death! He knew Cedric was going to die and it was all a conspiracy!"

Fletta turned around suddenly, and a pale wand made of [-]-inch dragon vertebrae and dragon teeth was pulled out in an instant: "Alf is dead, and the silence is eternal!"

The man seemed to be half choked suddenly. He opened his mouth to continue speaking but found that he couldn't make a sound.What was even more frightening was that when he accidentally fell on the chair of the long table and knocked over the plate, there was no movement at all.His heart seemed to stop beating, his rhythmic voice was gone, and he felt as if he had been suddenly erased from the world, and the absolute silence was like a curse.His mouth was deep and his face was sunken, as if he was shouting silently.

This scene was horrific. The auditorium fell silent for a moment, staring at the child without saying a word.

"Don't let me see you pointing at Draco again, it's not your voice that will be responsible for my punishment disappearing in the next moment, but your hand." Fleta said quietly, looking at Hermione, the righteous The witch finally came to her senses, ran over to the man who uttered wild words, and anxiously used several stop spells, but none of them worked. Her delicate face was flushed with anxiety, and she looked up at Fleta in disbelief.

"Don't bother, Miss Granger. I am honored that you once admired my knowledge of spells. So I will teach you a lesson today. Any spell with a name before it is not an ordinary spell. (3), they are named after their inventors to mark their complexity and particularity, and they are absolutely excluded from the scope of mantras. For example, Mr. Alfred Slazer, a famous man in the history of magic Crazy, in order to make his world quiet enough, he invented the eternal silence spell."

Fleta waved his wand, his face was extremely indifferent, and the power to make a sound suddenly returned to the other person. The person was panting violently, and the air rubbed against his throat, making a sound like a broken bellows.

"So you can go and tell Professor McGonagall now, sir."

On that day, Fletta was put in confinement because he used black magic to hurt a senior student, and he copied the student rules alone in a dark classroom with no one there all day long until late at night.

The author has something to say: Freita is so pitiful...

Draco also cried because he became a Death Eater in the Half-Blood Prince. Why should he be so helpless? Is the Malfoy family really forced to do things they don't want to do?

Probably can't get out.

It's better to be aware of your position earlier,

In fact, he also knew these things. After many years, he took his son to school, and he would never laugh at Harry again. As an adult, he has a responsibility and understands his position, and there is something in his eyes.

Here it was decided to let Draco mature faster.

That's why there are so many people who say firmly

I choose you.

(1)

keep calm, and carryon keep calm and stick to the end.

This is the favorite sentence of the British. This sentence was the motto of the British during World War II.

Even in London, which was bombed by the Nazis, the British are still strong and stable.

Great representation of the British character

Following my heart.

from the Declaration of Independence.

Freedom and democracy.

Draco's meaning couldn't be more obvious.

(3)

A spell with a name before it is cast will not be a normal spell

This meme is taken from a sporting event

Generally speaking, if a player invents a new movement.

will be named after the players

For example - Cheng Fei jumps.