[hp] Dragon Training

The start-of-school dinner was as rich as ever, but the little idiot who ate sweets along the way was full of snacks, and obviously couldn't eat anything more.As expected, there was pudding for dinner, and it was Fletta's favorite chocolate flavor. Seeing Vincent Crabbe eating several of them, he could only burp sweetly with a bitter face.

Now that he can't eat anymore, the bear child starts to find ways to hook up with others.

Draco was cutting the black pepper beef short ribs in front of him, and the sauce looked very rich.Fleta suddenly remembered that he mentioned in the letter that he became the captain of Slytherin Quidditch. Captain Flint has graduated from school this semester, and Draco, who has been promoted to fifth grade, is undoubtedly the best captain. Candidates.Fletta looked at him with his little head propped up, and felt that this person was really excellent, completely different from himself.He is not only a prefect respected by everyone in Slytherin, but also a good student who studies first in the school. His appearance and height are undisputed. According to Catherine, even Ravenclaw seniors secretly wrote him in their notebooks in divination class. name and draw a heart (...), the family background is also said to be very powerful?Now he is even the captain of Quidditch, doesn't he feel too tired?

"You're almost too much for me, boy." Draco said lightly, taking a sip of water.

"Sir, how do you become a good Slytherin Seeker?"

"Kill me."

"...???"

Blaise next to him almost sprayed pumpkin juice out of his nostrils. He couldn't help laughing and pulled Fleta over to explain this and that, and explained to him the composition of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

"...Um, sorry, I didn't know that you have been honored as the Seeker for three years, although you missed a year because of the Triwizard Tournament." Fleta said with difficulty after learning the truth.

Draco snorted coldly.

"Although I really want to be a seeker like Krum, but in order to avoid your bloody disaster, I'd better be wronged. Does Slytherin still lack a batter?"

At that moment, Draco seemed to have given some bloody disaster to some stupid brat, but in the end his aristocratic upbringing saved Fletta's life, and Draco said in a calm voice, "You're useless, don't Got it. Boy, you're only in second grade."

"Then when did you join the team?"

"second grade."

"And why?"

Why, do you want to say that you entered the team because you donated a broom worth 2000 Nimbus to the whole team?That sounds too disgraceful.Draco said arrogantly: "Of course it is because of strength."

"Ha! Then I don't lack such things." Fletta was full of confidence.

Halfway through the dinner, Dumbledore routinely took the stage to speak at the beginning of school.Fletta felt a little digested in her stomach. She wanted to take a hot dog and listen while eating, but seeing that the other students in Slytherin stopped eating, she also realized that she stuffed something into her mouth after someone announced something. It was not a polite behavior, so he stopped and looked at Dumbledore intently. "Good evening, children, and welcome back to Hogwarts. We have two personnel changes this year, and we warmly welcome Professor Graplan back. She will replace Professor Hagrid, who is temporarily on leave, in the protection of angry creatures class." Voice Just after falling, a gentle lady nodded slightly.The Slytherins applauded first, and it could be seen that almost no one in the Snake Court liked the big man Hagrid.

"Similarly, we need to welcome Professor Dolores Umbridge to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Please join me in wishing these two professors good luck."

Fleta noticed that his dean's face seemed not very good-it is said that he would do this every year at the beginning of school, because he always wanted to apply for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but this position never came to him.Even though he is the greatest Potions scholar in the world, Lord Potions of the Order of the Learned Knights of Merlin.

"Next, our doorman, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind everyone..." Suddenly, there was a sharp and tender laughter from the teachers' bench.The students all turned their eyes to see who was so rude and dared to interrupt the principal when he was talking.Fleta saw that beside Dean Severus, there seemed to be a... a toad all in pink?

Fleta frowned, not knowing why she didn't like her very much, and he felt greedy malice in this giggling woman like a girl.Draco sneered, "Dolores Umbridge."

"Who is she?" Fleta sat up a little closer and asked in a low voice.

Draco looked at the child who was approaching very close, and felt his small breath resting on his neck, he paused for a second: "A woman with great ambitions, who walked with Cornelius Fudge in the Ministry of Magic Close ... and have always coveted my father's position as Deputy Minister."

Umbridge walked over with a smile on her face, and glanced at all the students in the auditorium with what she thought was kindness in her eyes. She raised her voice and said in a girlish tone: "Thank you, Principal, for Those cheery speeches. And how happy I am to see all these smiling faces full of joy and happiness, I'm sure we're going to be really good friends."

In the Gryffindor seat, the Weasley twins sneered loudly together: "It's strange."

Umbridge glanced at them with a smile: "The Ministry of Magic has always attached great importance to the education of young wizards. Although every headmaster will bring some new changes to this historic school, change for the sake of change is not inevitable. Take it, let us keep what must be kept, improve what can be improved, and ban those behaviors that should be prohibited." She smiled shyly as she spoke, and it was really too much for a middle-aged woman to behave like this.

"Does she mean that she wants to be the principal? Hasn't anyone told her that she speaks disgustingly?" Although Pansy doesn't like Dumbledore, a professor with such bad taste in pink obviously won't please Miss Parkinson happy. "What the hell does she mean?"

"It means that the Ministry of Magic is going to intervene in the affairs of Hogwarts." Draco's expression was also not good.

"Why is the Ministry of Magic interfering?"

Draco glanced at Pansy: "It seems that you went to France on vacation and didn't read the newspaper. Cornelius Fudge thinks that Dumbledore is spreading rumors and wants to seize power, and thinks that his position in the Ministry of Magic is in jeopardy."

"Create rumors? What kind of rumors did Dumbledore make?" Pansy was dumbfounded.

"He believes that the story of Voldemort's return is false."

"...Oh my God." Pansy was stunned, some tears appeared in her eyes, even the scene of Cedric's death was right in front of her eyes. "But, but all of us know..."

"Some people need evidence. They don't cry when they don't see the coffin, they only see what they want to see."

Fleta put down the hand that was supporting his head, looking at the food in front of him, he couldn't eat anymore.He frowned and felt that he was very full. The picture of Cedric Diggory inviting him to play together kept echoing in his mind for some reason. He was a little sad but didn't show it. They were all buried artificially, what a grievance and disrespect to him...

Fratta Lara Draco: "I want to go back first, I'm a little tired."

Draco glanced at him. He had to count the number of people before leaving, and he had to lead the new first year.But he felt that the child must have run out of energy from jumping all the way, so it's okay to go back to sleep first: "Will he get lost?"

"I've figured out the way back a long time ago, see you later, sir."

However, Fleta didn't go back to the Slytherin dungeon immediately. The kid was feeling a little uncomfortable. While everyone was still in the auditorium, he decided to go out and walk around.

He walked out along the auditorium and back to the cellar in the opposite direction, walking slowly under the moonlight all the way.Hogwarts is a gentle place. Whenever he passes through a dark and deserted corridor, he will light the torch on the wall for its students to light the way, lest he fall.Fletta walked on the bluestone slab and listened to his own footsteps, and felt a little more relaxed. He turned into a small door, continued up the spiral staircase, and climbed to a tall tower.

Passing through the deep stairs, the line of sight suddenly opened up.Fletta ran to the edge of the stand of the tower, the stars were like a handful of white sugar sprinkled on the wine, the mountains in the distance were like giants crawling peacefully, and the forest looked down like a tapestry with special patterns.The boy took a deep breath, leaned his hands on the roof and showed a silly smile, he really liked this place the most.Here are his favorite people, favorite snacks, favorite courses, favorite friends, this is his favorite place, so don't be changed by others!

Just as he was thinking this way, the ground under his feet began to freeze silently. Fletta was stunned for a moment and felt that his breathing could be seen unconsciously exhaling fog, and the temperature became so cold for some reason. Very cold.Fleta shuddered, realizing something and looking outside, a floating "monster" was flying towards him in mid-air.Its whole body seems to be wrapped in black mist, but its inhuman body has sharp hands like branches, carrying the coldest power that seems to awaken the most terrifying memory.

Dementors!Of course Fleta knew what it was.But how could something like this happen in school?Before he had time to think about it, the dementor was erratically attacking Fletta. At that moment, the boy felt that something was missing from his body, and a very cold memory appeared in his mind. He seemed to hear a female voice calling Weeping softly.

At that moment, the approach of the dementor was automatically judged as an attack by the body's instincts. Fleta's light gray eyes were immediately lit up like incandescent lamps, and vertical pupils like liquid gold appeared immediately.His face changed suddenly. The originally delicate and petite face bared out to reveal the sharp fangs. In the blink of an eye, the boy turned into a giant dragon. His scaled and barbed tail swept across the ground, and he was furious because he was offended by ghosts. , No one can take the dragon's anger for granted, he let out a long-lost dragon roar with a low whistling sound.

(roll!)

The author has something to say: tsk tsk

This stupid kid has such a high force value

It seems that a stronger person is needed to tie you with a chain...

Many people say that Fletta's mouth is too sweet, too bubbly, too talkative, his skill points are a bit high, and his skill points are a bit thunderous

look at the sky.

This is a setting.

Please listen to me patiently, don't fork, see to the end.

He has French ancestry, and it is his nature to be courteous to female gentlemen in French romance.

Foreign children of Italian and French origin,

I can spit out roses from my mouth.

His mother was very strict with him, and because of special events in his childhood, his mother was very nervous and the whole family hid in hiding, very strict and strict with him.Otherwise, it wouldn't be a little powerful now.

Then he got into the habit of liking to please his mother.

The bright tongue makes his mother happy, and he can suffer less punishment.

Isn't Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Exchange and Magic, a dog...

In fact, I intend to let Fletta join the Department of International Magic Exchange in seven years...

look at the sky.

He himself is of English-French mixed race, looks handsome, and has a good-looking smile. This is a good job. Being a diplomat can't speak...

He was nervous.

I have never seen so many people when I first came to school

Talk nonsense.

It won't go away when it's cooked later.I promise.

I'm wrong.

I'm going to change it now...

Have something to say.

I saw someone said that they were struck by lightning and wanted to abandon the article

I'm good.

This uncle! ! !

I can head the ball, jump through fire hoops, and trapeze! QWQ! ! !

Where can I find such an author who is both virtuous and artistic?

don't go! ! !

For the sake of my hard work, forgive me, I kneel

If you have something to say, don't give up on me! !