[hp] Dragon Training

[Mr. Draco Malfoy:

See letter good OUO!I don’t know if you’re okay or not, but I’m fine anyway!

When I first got home I was a little bit out of sorts because I didn't have to go to class or get up early, but I seemed to get used to being the first Slytherin to get up to the Great Hall every morning, which my mum was amazed at, she I thought I would sleep until noon and eat lunch as before, so I didn't make breakfast for me that day... Then I stole my dad's share!I miss you so much during the days when I don’t see you, I told my parents that I made the best friends in the world, they were happy for me, but when I mentioned that I wanted to be your younger brother , their complexions don't seem to be very good...

Last term we were all canceled flying lessons and the Quidditch House Cup because of the Triwizard Tournament, which I regret very much, as Quidditch is my favorite sport.I pestered my dad to buy me a nice broom and threatened that I wouldn't show him the autograph Victor had given me if he didn't buy it for me.Hope to play with you in the second school year!I've heard that Slytherin and Quidditch are strong, and I have to feel honored to join Slytherin again, but the happiest thing about entering the academy is meeting you!

I missed out on trout fishing with my dad because I went to school.Usually on Christmas Eve we would melt a hole in the ice of the river, then heat the water with a flame, and trout would come swimming in a steady stream... To make up for my regret this year, my dad took me up the mountain to go camping Yeah, he almost set my pants on fire when I lit the fire, Draco you don't want to know how we started the fire.Next time you can come to my house to play, I will take you to the mountain to see the secret cabin of my father and me~ Although we have not been separated for a long time, I found that I have begun to miss you, and my mother and I finally figured out that we can send letters without owls method, we send the envelope into the memory, apply special protective magic to it, and turn it into a bird. The magic will not die easily, and the bird made of paper can fly far. And restore the original.Isn't it great!In this way, I can write letters to my family in Hogwarts in the future!

I'm a little bored at home, my mother doesn't allow me to eat snacks or run around, reading is a good choice, maybe I can stop deducting points from Slytherin in Potions class when school starts, Merlin bless!

Looking forward to hearing from you, I wish you all the best!

Ps: When replying to the letter, just read the spell I wrote on the back of the envelope to the paper, and then think deeply, repeatedly, enthusiastically, and vigorously to recall how cute I am, and then I can reply~!

Freita Hill]

Draco read the letter once and then closed it. He sat at the desk and looked up out of the window. Lightning, thunder, and dark clouds covered the outside world in a very dark environment.But just now there was a white swallow, with no trace of wet feathers, it pierced the darkness like a shooting star and stayed in front of his window. When Draco opened the window, it flapped its wings and turned into an immature letter. letter.

After reading it, Draco had a smile on his face, shook his head but opened the second letter - from Pansy Parkinson, but the sender was from France.But I didn't expect it to be a roaring letter. After the envelope floated in mid-air, Pansy's voice came out in surprise: "Draco, I went to my aunt with my mother this holiday, and I want you to ask me about the I'm sorry about the surname of Er - my aunt said she didn't know either."

"But she told me that the surname Hill really means sky in French. My aunt said that in the French magic world, there are only a handful of families that can be named after nature, and they all represent the absolutely noble upper-class nobles. Just like us, British nobles Children are usually named after constellations."

"There is a family in France that you must know - the Lamer family. The opposite is the Rattle family. These two families have been honored in France for hundreds of years, and they are as powerful as Malfoy in England. And the meaning of their surnames But it's just the sea and the earth. I also learned that it's not weird to even have weird bloodlines and magical powers on the French side, but they fear and loathe protruding powers... I asked my aunt all over here and no one knows Who is the surname of Hill, maybe I can ask Fletta seriously when the school starts? Or maybe this lovely child is an ordinary person?"

Draco listened to the letter quietly, and returned to the original with a wave of his wand.Some thoughts appeared in his eyes, and he recalled some things in his memory.Then he wrote to Pansy that she didn't need to investigate any more, and after a while of silence, he finally started to write back to Fleta.

[Dear Mr. Freita Hill:

Please forgive me for laughing again after reading the letter. People who are stupid should read more books. Mrs. Hill is correct in your education policy. Please forgive me for never seeing such a stupid letter before receiving your reply. Even when I was six years old, I could write more clearly and maturely than you.

I hope you have sent my regards to Mr. Hill and Mrs. Hill. Mrs. Hill was amazed at your diligence when you got up early, but she must not have seen you sitting on the long table like a chipmunk and stuffing breakfast every day.To be honest, every time I see you, I don't want to sit next to you.And, I hope you can understand that I don't want you to be my little brother. This word makes me look like a Muggle underworld, and being my follower at least has a normal IQ, doesn't it?

I have to regret again that even if you are promoted to the second year, there is no possibility of entering the Quidditch team.Dear Mr. Hill, as the captain of Quidditch this year, I have to tell you that the height and weight of Slytherin players are very important.An ordinary charge in Quidditch means murder to you, and I hope you will carefully consider your personal safety.

Thank you for missing me, I also... (strike out), next time if I have the opportunity to visit, I will definitely go there, thank you for the invitation, but please don't go to the mountain hut.At Malfoy Manor, even the house-elves have warm and cozy rooms instead of drafty treehouses.

Looking forward to seeing you when school starts.

Addendum: If you need to improve your potion scores to win glory for Slytherin, I hope you can adopt my recommended books: "The Origin of Potion", "The Sexual Conflict and Detailed Explanation of Hundred Kinds of Poisonous Herbs", "Potion Treatment", "The Growth Law of Seasonal Herbs", " Poison Production Manual" "Potion Attribute Classification Code" PS: You are not cute.

Draco Malfoy]

He put the letter in an envelope and murmured the spell in his mouth several times. The jerky pronunciation and pronunciation were different from the previous spells. Draco thought about Fretta's appearance in his heart, thinking of his white and soft body. Hair, light gray clear eyes, and a silly, bubbling smile.Finally he took out his wand and pointed to the letter: "Conduireharatecherchermonamour(1)"

The letter gradually feathered, and under the urging of the magic power, it turned into a snow-white hawk with ink-colored wingtips. Draco added a few water-repelling spells to it, opened the window and let it fly out.

The kite eagle is not afraid of the storm and flutters its wings and flies steadily. It flies over a large forest, crosses a thick green grassland tumbling in the wind, crosses a deep lake and a barren wasteland, and finally stays on the eaves of a house, watching Looking at a deep mountain not far away, he tilted his head.It seemed to be extremely confused, and it couldn't find the appearance of the person deep in its memory.Cecilia washed an apple in the kitchen, looked up at the hawk, and then thought about how her son was lying in the living room biting the pen and writing a letter a few days ago, and she immediately understood.Mrs. Cecilia Hill took out her wand and tapped it, and the bird flew towards the mountain immediately.

The silver-haired lady smiled, cut the apple into little white rabbits and put it under a freezing spell, waiting for Freita to come back to eat.

In the mountains, the so-called secret hut of Fletta and Mr. Alston turned out to be an extremely spacious underground cave, where two giant dragons were sleeping at this time.The scales of a Hungarian Horntail are like rocks, with sharp edges and corners like a dagger, while the scales of the smaller silver dragon on the other end are like moonlight on snow, with few edges and corners but shining coldly.

Dragons are extremely greedy by nature. They like to collect all kinds of gold, silver, jewels and wealth in their caves.The Hill family didn't have a single penny in Gringotts, and at this time in this dark cave, a huge amount of gold coins almost gathered into a sand pool under the dragon, and a large number of treasures were thrown in every corner like abandoned waste. There is a warm luster shining in the corner.

Fleta turned over, the gold coins and jewels rattling, his tongue lolling out and his paws facing the sky, looking not elegant at all.The hawk fluttered its wings into the cave and landed on Fleta's heaving belly. The hawk tilted its head and felt that it was nothing like the cute silver-haired boy in Draco's memory, but it turned into A letter, quietly no more action.

***

Mr. Alston Hill sent his son to platform nine and three quarters, squatted down and grabbed his son's face: "You must be obedient, you know?"

"I know."

"Have you put on the necklace your mother gave you? It's very important, remember to keep it safe."

"Here it is!" Fleta patted his chest, feeling that the pendant was icy cold against his skin.He saw people coming and going around him, people who were about to sit on the Hogwarts tower to school and parents who were seeing them off.He tilted his head: "Why didn't my mother come to see me off?"

Auston smiled helplessly: "She doesn't like places with a lot of people, and she has to trouble her wife to send her children to and from school. Am I too incompetent?"

"You just know..."

"...I'm going to kill you, brat."

Fleta pouted: "You don't need to squat down to talk, your neck is about to fall off. I'm not a kid anymore, I'm already in the second grade."

Auston stood up awkwardly: "Get used to it. My son has grown so tall without me knowing it. It's a pity that once you go to school, you can't watch you grow up all the time."

"I'll go home during the holidays, shall we play together again then?"

"Of course, brother." There was a smile in Alston's eyes, "We are best friends, aren't we? I don't want to be too lonely without Dad!"

"Bah bah bah!"

"Tsk, bad boy."

Fletta got into the car, looked back at her father with some reluctance, but saw him smiling and beckoning: "Don't miss me and your mother too much!"

"?" Fletta smiled suspiciously, and walked into the compartment with her luggage amidst the sound of the train's whistle.

Mr. Alston slumped his shoulders, and instead of going home at once, he put on his hat and went in another direction.On the way, he met a red-haired couple. Oston nodded slightly to them with a distant and polite smile on his face. His originally pure London English was deliberately accented with a strong French accent, which was even a bit awkward. Smooth: "Hello, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley."

Apparently Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had just sent off their children. They looked at Oston with some precautions on their faces, but they seemed to have known him for a long time, but they still looked at each other and replied hesitantly: "Hello, Oston Mr. Stone. Long time no see."

"It's been a long time." Auston had an elegant sense of alienation on his face. "But you have gathered again, right? Your special organization?"

Arthur Weasley opened his mouth: "Alston, we haven't seen each other for a long time, I thought you didn't care about these things anymore, these years you and...your wife seem to have disappeared from the world. I hope that the Order of the Phoenix Don't get too involved in things, and your position is different from ours, it's hard for us to trust you."

"Sorry, I didn't want you to believe me. And I don't care about your trust." Alston's dark gray eyes are like a clouded sky. "All I care about is my wife and my young son. , no matter what your Order of the Phoenix is ​​going to do, but I want you to understand that if Voldemort returns, I will be the first to fight him to death."

There was surprise in Molly Weasley's eyes, as if she didn't understand why he said this: "Of course."

"Farewell." Auston gave them a cold look and left. He was not an ally of any of them, and Slytherin didn't need to communicate with these Gryffindors.

On the train, Fletta ran to the prefect's compartment and opened the door: "Surprise!"

Draco just stood there with a roll of parchment in his hand and glanced at him.He seemed to be about to go out when he saw the disgust in Fletta's eyes as if he saw a troll dancing: "I'm not surprised. If you want to come in, hurry up, don't block the door, thank you."

Pansy and Blaise waved behind Draco: "Fleta, hello!"

"Hello! Long time no see!" Fretta tilted her head away from Draco and greeted them.Draco was stopped all the time, deep hands twisted his head and pushed him aside, and turned around to call Goyle and Crabbe to go out.

"Wait! Sir, where are you going?" Fletta almost fell on the sofa and asked him back.

"Where else can I go? The prefect is just checking the number of people and patrolling the train."

Fletta rolled her eyes and jumped up from the sofa: "Gregory, Vincent, I'll buy you candy, you just sit down." The boy ran to Draco and took his hand, " Let me go with you this time! Let's talk, I haven't seen you for so long, I want to stay with you for a while."

Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at him, but he didn't shake off his hand: "You are already in the second grade, if you dare to provoke me casually, you won't be as easy to talk to as before."

"I won't." Fletta looked up at him. Although the boy had grown a little taller, he still needed to look up at Draco. He felt that the senior had grown a lot taller after entering the fifth grade. I don't know how tall I can be when I am fifteen or sixteen years old.

Draco looked down at him, a slight smile finally appeared on his face, and he walked out with some rare warmth in his eyes.

Blaise was still dumbfounded after they left: "God, I'm going blind..."

Pan Xi looked away from the window: "Say a few words less."

The shock in Blaise's heart was like an eight-foot wave hitting the beach: "When have you seen Malfoy so gentle!"

Pansy rolled her eyes: "Oh, Mr. Zabini, shut up."

The author has something to say:

(1)

This deadly long spell adapted from the French,

Meaning: ride the storm to find my love.

Draco probably didn't know what it meant.

But you can only use it successfully if you like someone very much.

So... ╮(╯▽╰)╭

I'm tempted.