[hp] Dragon Training

When Fletta handed over the last potion penalty to Professor Snape, it also meant that the semester was completely over.

It wasn't that Severus had been making things difficult for the kid all the time, he didn't have any grudges with Fleta, at most he was familiar with his snow-silver hair.But this child's grades in his own class are actually worse than those of Gryffindors. As the dean of the snake yard, he has to "take care" of this child a little more.Fletta saw the professor signed his thick copy and put it on the desk casually. He suddenly realized that he had been able to distinguish the two names of aconitum at some point in a daze. Know the origin of bezoar, know how to deal with the rhizome and juice of evening primrose.

Fleta showed a heartfelt smile and bowed deeply to express her gratitude to the dean. How do you say that sentence: The bigger the storm, the brighter the flowers?It's a little embarrassing to say that.Severus' face was expressionless, but his eyes were not so cold, and he waved his hand to tell the little fool to leave his office quickly, lest his potion ingredients get the troll slug smell.

The whole of Hogwarts was in the joy of the holiday, as if the gloomy clouds before had been washed away, only when the laughing students running through the corridor looked up and saw the bright yellow flag hanging above their heads, their faces would be bright. Some regretful expressions appeared.

The students need to pack their luggage and take an unmanned carriage through the remote forest to the Hogwarts Terrace platform. When Fletta came, he missed the start of school, and Dumbledore came to pick him up in person. He went to school, and now he is determined to take a good train when he comes home from vacation.

Fleta sat in the silver and green Slytherin carriage with excitement in his eyes. This was his first time on a train!The prefect's carriage was larger than normal, and Faufretta of Todraco sat happily on the spring-cushioned sofa.Originally, according to the personality of this unlucky child, he would definitely have to make a fuss before the rightful owner came, but in the end he had to hold back his internal injuries and sit in a gentle manner.

Pansy didn't look so bad anymore, but there was still a gloomy look on her pretty face.She was originally looking out of the window, but from the shadow reflected on the glass window, she saw a pair of cross-eyed eyes staring at herself.

"What's the matter?" Pansy asked Fleta over her shoulder.

"I was just thinking that Cedric wouldn't be happy to see you like this."

"what?"

"If I like someone, even if I die, I hope that he will be happy forever."

Pansy looked at him in surprise, and looked over carefully, and seemed to find that the child seemed to have grown up a bit.Compared with the small noodle man who was kneaded like a ball of slush when we met for the first time, now it seems that some cream slush has gradually melted, and the delicate and beautiful chin has melted into a pointy outline, which looks soft and delicate.

"Don't be sad, look forward, Pansy, there must be better things to happen in the future. You are a very good girl, and my mother said that a good girl must not have bad luck." Fletta thought of Cedri Ke was also a little sad, and couldn't help talking nonsense and didn't know what he was talking about.

The gloom on Miss Parkinson's face for many days finally dissipated a little, and she looked a little happier.She propped up one of her chins and watched as Fleta's mouth suddenly curled up.

"Fleta."

"What, Pansy?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

"Pfft! What! Wait a minute! No, Pansy, I'm still young...I mean I didn't expect you to treat me, not *&#&*!#@??????"

"Just kidding." Pansy hung the corners of her mouth down.

"However, Miss Parkinson, this joke is not funny. You see, Mr. Hill is almost scared to jump off the train by you." The door of the prefect's compartment was opened, and Draco obviously heard their conversation and his face was not very happy. Looks good, he is followed by Goyle and Crabbe, as if he has finished his tour.The prefect needs to count the students in the college and patrol the workshop, which cannot be shirked.

Fletta's eyes lit up and she waved her hands: "Thanks for your hard work! Prefect, the students love you!"

"Are you sick?"

Watching Draco put away the parchment full of rosters, Pansy showed some disdain on his face: "What is a joke and it's not funny, of course I don't have any thoughts about a child, do you think everyone is like you? "

Draco was choked: "What does it mean to be like me?"

"Hmph." Pansy turned to look out the window.

"Look at how stupid he is, I'll fall in love with him?" Draco glanced at the child sitting on the sofa with his feet not touching the floor, his disgust was capitalized.

"Humph!"

"What are you humming!" Draco glared at the unconvinced Fleta.

Fletta expressed that she was unhappy about being rejected, and jumped up from the sofa: "I want candy."

"No."

"trick or treat."

"Halloween's a long way off, boy."

"I don't listen I don't listen."

Suddenly Gower pulled Fletta, the boy gave up arguing with the senior and turned to look at him: "Gregory? What's the matter?"

"The prefect's car is at the front of the train, so the candy carts don't come here. If you want candy, you have to go out and buy it. Can you bring me some?"

Fleta took a few Galleons by hand: "Of course." When passing by Draco, Fleta boldly kicked his heel with his toe, and the boy greased the soles of his feet before being kicked hard. Run away—huh, let you say you don't like me.

He ran all the way from Slytherin to the Gryffindor compartment before chasing the candy-selling granny. A car full of exquisite sweets dazzled the child's eyes, but it was obviously impossible to buy all the Galleons in his hand. So he lowered his silver head and fell into a difficult choice.

"We want them all, so let's give him a share." Harry stood beside the carriage and said, poking his head out.

Fletta was taken aback. He said hello to Harry, and instead of taking the candy, he took some chocolate frogs and vanilla sticks and paid for it.My mother said that you can't take other people's things casually, and you can't afford it.

Harry got out of the car: "Fleta, I have something to tell you."

"Oh." Fletta was stunned for a moment, "Hurry up."

Harry felt that this kid was different from other Slytherins, and those people didn't look very friendly when they saw him, but although Fleta looked at him like a piece of wood, there was no other malice in his eyes. "I want to thank you. I mean, Hermione told me that you told her about the ultimate index spell in the maze. Without that spell, I might not have been able to search for the exit of the maze. When I got the Portkey, I It may still be inside and can’t get out.”

Harry expected Fletta to say no thanks very casually, but he seemed to wait a moment, and then said in a very suspicious tone, "Just thanks?"

"Um... how about it?"

"I thought you would apologize to those who insulted us in the auditorium that day." Fleta looked up at Harry with a very serious tone.

Harry froze for a moment: "You mean Soraka? But you have already hurt him with black magic? And Slytherin..." He stopped suddenly.

"You also think that Slytherin is evil, so it's only natural to be criticized? Harry, you were an eyewitness at the time, and you know best that the man named Soraka is framing us. Why didn't you speak out to prove it for us?"

Harry didn't know what to say, but he knew he wouldn't speak for Slytherin anyway in that situation.

Fletta lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and then she smiled sadly: "We are both Hogwarts students, Harry, why do you have such a big prejudice against us?"

Why don't you like Slytherin?Probably since Ron asserted that all the bad wizards came from there before entering school?Because the murderer who killed his parents came from this academy?Because Malfoy is always against himself?Harry couldn't say it either, and he had repeatedly emphasized never to go to Slytherin when the Sorting Hat was on his head in the first year.But the child in front of him looked extremely white, different from the Slytherin in his eyes.

Harry took a deep breath: "Wait a minute, I have no ill intentions towards you, I always think you are a very good person, different from them."

"Actually, I'm just like them, Harry. I was a good student in Slytherin and proud of my house. Tell me, do we really look that bad to you?"

Fletta waited for a long time for an answer, and she already had concerns in her heart.He shrugged indifferently: "My senior told me that our college is born to be a group of proud people, and doesn't pay much attention to other people's opinions. But Harry, I can't. You go back and tell that person named Soraka If he slanders us again, I still have many ways to shut him up, and if he dares to insult Salazar Slytherin's pride in the Snake House, I will definitely make him feel that Hogwarts cannot tolerate him."

***

Fletta returned to her compartment and gave Goyle the candy in her hand, but found that she forgot to buy her own.The silly kid who was too majestic just now watched the senior eat the chocolate frog's head in one bite, and his saliva almost flowed out.

Draco glanced at him, picked up a vanilla stick and handed it to him: "Why have you been here for so long?"

"The candy cart ran a long way, and I walked through several carriages to find it."

"You went to Gryffindor?" Draco frowned.

"correct."

"Stay away from those stupid lions next time, and don't come to me if something happens."

Fletta blinked: "What will happen to me?"

"I remember that Mr. Hill used black magic to attack people in Gryffindor College not long ago. Are you not afraid that the great and righteous savior will come to revenge you, a little dark wizard?" Draco sneered.

"Ah? No way." Fletta scratched her head, "I think he's quite friendly, and thanked me for a little thing, but my attitude may not be very good, in fact, I met Harry just now , but he left with a pale face without saying a few words."

"It's right to have a bad attitude, stay away from him." Draco had a serious expression on his face, "You have to understand that a Slytherin can never be friends with a Gryffindor."

"Okay OnO."

Draco: "..."

Fletta looked at the senior who was speechless to him, and showed a smile. He touched the things hidden in his pocket all the time, and felt a little excited.

After a while, the train has arrived at the station.

As the prefect, he must confirm that all the students leave the train before they can get off the train. Draco stood by the door, full of aristocratic etiquette, detached and noble, and nodded slightly to every Slytherin who bid farewell to him, until the end. When no one came out, he turned into the compartment to get his luggage, only to find a little silver-haired monster sitting on the sofa.

Draco frowned: "What are you still doing here?"

Fleta's light gray eyes showed some mystery, and he took something out of his pocket and handed it to him: "Here, a belated Christmas present."

Draco froze for a moment and took the thing in his palm. It was a pocket watch made of sterling silver. It was not particularly delicate and even the texture on the surface was a bit rough. The embossed on the cover showed a bird with wings outstretched and looking up. The dragon looking out.When it is opened, it can be seen that it has no glass surface, and the silver sand like stars gradually floats up, forming a slow-moving dial like the re-condensation of the Milky Way.

Fletta was a little embarrassed: "Well, last time I borrowed money from you to beat Krum in the second round of the competition. I won several Galleons. I asked the elf to exchange all the gold coins for silver Sickles." I asked Senior Sister Daphne to ask for a magazine that was deformed according to the above style... Cough."

Draco closed and closed the pocket watch in his hand, watching the silver sand flow and return to its original position.He found two letters F·C engraved on the side of the pocket watch, which should mean Frayta Ceil.He closed the pocket watch, stroked the cameo of the silver dragon, and said with a smile: "Well, I have to say that the silver pocket watch suits me well, but platinum looks better with most of my dresses."

"Sir!" Fletta blushed a little, very embarrassed.

"However, thank you. Although it's not good enough, it's the only gift you gave me besides tears, nose and hugs. Can I take it as my reward for being a house elf for so long?"

"I'd be happy if you just said you liked him."

"Well, I like it."

"I'd be happier if you just said you liked me."

Fleta thought Draco would laugh at him directly, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't.So some small hopes appeared in his heart, hoping that he would admit it.But after waiting for a long time, still nothing.

Draco took the suitcase off the shelf for him, and gently stroked his silver hair: "Don't make trouble, kid, it's time for you to go home."

The boy frowned and raised his mouth, well, the future is long anyway!He jumped up from the couch and said goodbye to the first and favorite person he'd seen at the school for the last time this term.Carrying the luggage, he briskly ran off the train, and threw himself into the arms of his father who had been waiting for him for a long time.

Mr. Alston excitedly picked up his precious son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, threw it, hugged him in his arms, and spanked his ass hard.Mr. Hill started to play with his father as soon as he screamed, but because he was so happy that Draco looked at him behind his back and said a word, which Fretta didn't hear.

Lucius Malfoy looked at his son haughtily, the snake-headed cane in his hand shining brightly: "I think we need to go home and talk about something that happened to you this term, son?"

Draco Malfoy also lifted his chin slightly, his gray-blue eyes were exactly the same as his father: "Of course."

Lucius followed his gaze to one side, and suddenly his gaze froze.He stared at the little white-haired boy walking away talking and laughing in the distance and asked, "Draco, do you have a good relationship with that kid?"

"..."

"of course."

The author has something to say: the first grade is over~~~~~~~~~ So next is the Order of the Phoenix?

A lot of family background will come out gradually

Xiaolong's vest should also be dropped in the second year.

Why not drop it in first grade?

This matter is still relatively hidden, let alone other things, the dragon is really too shocking.

He is not yet familiar with his senior,

Let's talk when the relationship is better.

Volume Two: Order of the Phoenix