[hp] Dragon Training

The multiplied voice sounded extremely artificial, everyone was stunned for a moment, Fleta slowly stood up straight and looked up from the Quidditch field, Draco frowned and realized for a moment What complexion is very ugly.

Dumbledore, who was about to stand up and give the closing speech to present the awards, was interrupted before he could speak. The headmaster looked at Umbridge beside him: "Do you have any objections to the result of this competition?"

The professor dressed in pink thought she was gentle and friendly. She coughed and stood up and cast herself an enhanced version of the spell: "It's a great honor for me to be able to witness such a wonderful game. No matter which student's The performance is so amazing, every student at Hogwarts is the future pride of the Ministry of Magic..."

Amidst the inexplicable eyes of everyone, Professor Umbridge smiled and said: "However, the danger of Quidditch is obvious to all, and the madness of the students' obsession with this sport is enough to make them ignore themselves. homework. Because every student is a treasure cherished by the Ministry of Magic, for the safety and study of the students, I announce on behalf of the Ministry of Magic..."

Fletta's pupils shrank suddenly, and her heart sank to the bottom: "No...she can't..." Draco held him tightly to stop him from taking out his wand to attack the professor, gray Blue eyes like ice.

"From today onwards, Hogwarts cancels Quidditch!" Umbridge took out his wand and waved it towards the stands. The Quidditch House cup suspended in the center of the teachers' stand was instantly disintegrated into powder by all the teachers and students in the school.

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Fletta had a sullen face all day long, and it was the first time Pansy saw him like this, and he couldn't even speak words of persuasion.But it's not just him, the boys like Draco Bresnart have terrible expressions, and even Goyle didn't even eat the cupcake in front of him.

The long table in Slytherin was unexpectedly quiet, no one above the fourth grade spoke at all, and the younger children could still frown and whisper a few words.This kind of atmosphere is really helpless, who would be willing to turn the championship trophy into dust before their eyes?Pansy sighed, lifted a strand of short black shoulder-length hair and looked at it carefully: "Don't be too low, anyway, we are still the last Quidditch champions, aren't we?"

The phrase "the last session" seemed to completely break Fletta's nerves, and he stood up suddenly and walked outside.

Draco frowned, "Where are you going?"

Fletta: "Go to class. See you later, sir."

The second-year Slytherins were stunned for a moment, and then with extremely generous expressions on their faces, they all packed their schoolbags and followed Fleta.Catherine chased after her with her schoolbag in her arms. She tried to say a few words to Fletta, but when she saw his expressionless face, she suddenly couldn't speak, and finally could only follow silently.

Daphne took a sip of the pumpkin puree and asked her sister, "Ace, what kind of class do they have, why does everyone look like they are dying?"

Little Greenglass shrank his shoulders: "...Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Daphne's spoon fell into the bowl, and somehow she remembered the scene of the silver-haired boy attacking the Gryffindor student in the auditorium that day. She subconsciously felt that something might happen in the Shura field, but she raised her head and looked at The people around them found that they had no expression on their faces, and the words were still lingering in their mouths a few times. The blonde girl rolled her eyes, and the soup-drinking audience who didn't know the truth continued to watch.

It was the first time that the second-grade snakes and the second-grade lions did not roll their eyes at each other in the same classroom. They reached a rare harmony at this time, rolling their eyelids at the pink professor on the stage together. A group of children's eyeballs almost popped out like marbles. ——Gryffindor and Slytherin's Quidditch is well known in the wizarding world, and even the vast majority of the current British Isles Quidditch team is from here, so they canceled playing for no reason. Can you swallow this breath in your heart?

Professor Umbridge looked around with a smile, turning a blind eye to these gazes.She said in a sweet voice, "Now let's turn the book to page 75, which explains in detail how to remove stains with the Cleaning Charm, and let's see this spell, which is also the one you most need to learn... "

"Rubbish…" a Slytherin cursed.

Professor Umbridge paused: "Who dares to insult the professor, the one who sits at the back..."

Suddenly Fleta stood up, and the eyes of the whole class were focused on him, including Professor Umbridge, which made the pale-faced student of the Snake Academy heave a sigh of relief.The boy stared closely at the pink Umbridge: "Professor, please forgive me for having any doubts."

Professor Umbridge froze for a moment, squeezed his throat and said, "Please, Mr. Hill."

"Excuse me, just reading books and not practicing defense against the black arts. How can a mere cleansing spell help us resist the bad guys outside? If not, I hope the professor can give us a way to protect ourselves." Freita's voice was extremely calm, But with undeniable power.

Everyone froze for a moment, and Catherine and the others showed agreement in their eyes.Umbridge's complexion changed, and he said softly, "There are no bad people out there, my dear children, who do you think would attack children like you?"

Fletta stood up straight, he was not tall but his back was firm, his eyes seemed to be filled with anger, and he repeatedly saw Cedric's corpse lying on the ground and the shattered Quidditch trophy in front of his eyes, so he Childishly determined to completely hate the man in front of him: "How would I know? Maybe the Dark Lord—no, Voldemort."

The classroom that had been chattering before suddenly fell silent, the faces of the Slytherins remained normal, and the Gryffindor children seemed to have been frightened.Umbridge tried so hard to maintain a smile on her face that her expression was distorted. She took a few deep breaths: "Now, let me clarify one fact. You may have heard that a dark wizard is at large again...but I must not Don't tell me, these are all lies!"

"Lie?" Fletta's light gray eyes were so clear that there was no impurity in them, and she looked at her without fear or timidity, calmly like a windless surface reflecting the dark sky. "So, is Mr. Diggory's death a lie? Mr. Barty Crouch's death is also a lie? The countless casualties at the Quidditch World Cup are also a lie? With all due respect, what a grand lie that needs to be used So much life and blood to weave?"

The smile on Umbridge's face was gone, and her face was terribly black, staring at the boy as if she saw her most hated enemy.

Fleta was locked up again.He can be regarded as the student of Slytherin who was locked up by the professor the most, but the time he was locked up this time was extremely short. At that time, his complexion was a little pale, and he put his left hand in his trouser pocket and never stretched it out.

When he walked out of the office, he saw Harry and Ron muttering to each other with a bag of candy in the hallway.Fleta slumped her shoulders: "Harry, you can't change anything even with prank candy. Professor Umbridge will not restore Quidditch, she will only punish you more severely."

Harry and the others seemed taken aback, and hid the package of candies with "Made by Weasley" written on the wrapper behind them: "Hi, hi! Fleta!"

Fretta didn't even want to smile, she nodded and planned to leave.Draco didn't like him talking to Harry, so he didn't.But Harry was also enthusiastic: "Wait, what happened to your left hand, Fleta!"

The boy froze for a moment, and his hand was pulled out of his pocket.At this time, there was a line of bloody writing on the back of his white hand that looked shocking, as if it had been carved out by a sharp knife point, and it was written: "I must not lie." Qi walked out of the office, and it was not difficult to imagine the reason why his hands became like this.

"Hey." Fletta withdrew her hand.Umbridge has a torture pen with a special magic. As long as he writes on the paper, the words will appear on the paper in blood, and the same scars will appear on the body of the person who wrote it.This kind of pen was originally used to mark prisoners, so that they could not escape the trial by engraving symbols on their bodies. However, such a prop appeared in the school and was even used to punish students. Umbridge's behavior is simply an abuse of lynching .

Harry blushed angrily: "She actually hurt you!?"

"I'm fine. I wrote it lightly on purpose so it didn't hurt too much. I guess it will be tomorrow morning..."

"The damn pink toad/toad! No, this is too much, you are only in the second grade, how can she punish you like this?"

"It's okay. I said it's okay, Harry." Fleta's voice was extremely indifferent, with a hint of helplessness.He forcibly stopped what Harry was going to say next, and frowned slightly.Fletta felt a little bad. He urgently needed to go back to the Slytherin cellar to hug the silver-green pillow on the sofa, eat some chocolate cookies and be comforted by his senior.He shook his head without saying anything to Harry, turned around and left.

When Fletta returned to the cellar, she found that it was full of people, and there was no room left on the sofa.Seeing him coming back, Catherine rushed forward and looked him up and down: "How are you, are you okay?"

Fleta walked around her to look behind her and saw that most of the people were looking at him.Even Draco squinted at him without looking.He casually said: "Oh. It's okay."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief: "I told everyone about today's class, how could you be so reckless, I was planning to fight Professor Umbridge to my death if you were beaten!"

"Stupid girl, what are you trying to do! Live well!" Fleta smiled and was about to say hello to the seniors, but Catherine pulled him tightly to stop him.

Fletta: "?"

Catherine: "You missed Potions class in solitary confinement. The headmaster asked me to give you your homework, and remember to write a paper using the knowledge points on page 127 in the book. Here, your homework book."

The expression on Fletta's face disappeared instantly, and suddenly his eyeballs rolled quickly, and the eyes were filled with tears. Catherine was startled when she saw him turn around and rush to the sofa, stretching out his arms as he swooped. Left hand: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!!"

Draco who was hit hard: "..."

"Professor Umbridge tortured me! She stabbed me with a needle as thick as ivory! It hurts! I can't finish my potions homework! Draco help me!"

"..."

"I must be crippled, in fact I can't even hold a wand now! I'm going to tell my dad I'm going to tell my mom! I can't even do Professor Snape's homework and it's all her fault, Della Ke, please save me!"

"..." Draco's face turned blue, "Do the potion homework by yourself."

Fletta snotted and burst into tears, which meant that I wouldn't get up if you didn't help me with my homework.Draco was a little heavy under the weight of these shameless little guys, and his face was not very good-looking.But when he took a serious look at the boy's hand that was smearing his face, his face became even more ugly.

Pansy was very distressed: "She did it on purpose! There are so many people in the Slytherin house and she specially punished Fretta. She must have taken him out to bully Fretta because she didn't know his family background..."

"Pansy." Draco cut her off.His eyes were extremely deep and dark, with some unpredictable expressions.But Pan Xi grew up with him, and seeing him like this, he knew that he was really angry, but maybe the anger value hadn't found a place to explode yet?Fleta was lying in Draco's arms with fake tears, tilted her head and felt a lot more relieved to have found someone who could stand up for him.

The senior elders who have always been fair consider the handicapped (zhi) and still reluctantly opened a back door for Fleta.The so-called "back door" means that the homework still needs to be written by himself. At best, Draco reminds him how many pages of the book the answer comes from.

The next day, Fletta sat on the long table with the first ever potion homework that might get an O (outstanding), and she was so beautiful.Yesterday, Draco gave him a herb. At this time, the wound on his hand was gone, and the girls gave him a lot of snacks because they felt sorry for him.Merlin, if he is treated like this, he can be locked up every day! Okouo!Draco rolled his eyes as Fletta sat on the stool and swayed his little feet indecently, and kicked him hard on the shin.The boy groaned in pain, but he was still very happy to think of the surprised look on Professor Snape's face for a while.

But at this moment, a dispute suddenly broke out in the teacher's seat in the auditorium. Before Fletta figured out what happened, he saw their dean standing up and pointing at him with a gloomy expression.

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