[hp] Dragon Training

Fletta smiled at the gate and waved goodbye to Draco: "Come back early, be careful on the road, and remember to bring candy!" Originally, the other party seemed to want to say something, but seeing his white face with a smile made him feel a little boring. After a quick gesture, it was a response, and I went to organize the senior students.Slytherins look at ability and family background, and people who have both can naturally be respected by everyone.The Malfoy family is highly respected, and Draco himself is recognized as excellent by everyone, so even the seniors who are six or seven years old dare not disobey.

Watching a group of seniors wearing silver and green scarves stride away, Fletta shrugged regretfully, turned around and almost bumped into someone: "Hey! Be careful! Harry, why are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Harry didn't expect to scare anyone, and his face turned red.

"Aren't you going to Hogsmeade?" Fretta asked casually.

"Um, Fletta, I actually need your help." After speaking, I was a little embarrassed and quickly explained, "It was Hermione who asked me to ask you, not me..."

"Let's talk." Fleta was fine anyway, so she didn't leave and stood still to listen to him.

Harry took a deep breath: "It's like this. Our Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester is taught by that... Professor Umbridge, and you know that although she is a professor, she..."

"No useful teaching at all. Harry, I know her, and I don't like her so no introduction. Then?"

"So after we discuss it, I hope you can teach us some useful spells."

Fletta seemed to have heard a big joke, he blinked a bit in disbelief: "You want me to teach you Charms?"

"If possible, defensive magic and transformation magic are things we want to learn. Hermione said that you can skillfully use magic spells that she has never seen before. Although I don't know where it came from, we think you With this strength."

"Oh, I'm very moved and refuse." Fleta said dryly.Just kidding, he is not really an idiot, Draco told him every day not to get close to Gryffindor, especially Harry and the others, if he agreed like that, let alone being a student, he didn’t have that weight, just for Gryffindor Draco would kill himself for being a teacher.

Seeing Fletta's expression that it's none of my business and I have to go, Harry panicked a little. Hermione said that if he couldn't complete the task of persuading Fletta, he would press him to do it.Gryffindor Code of Conduct: In the face of difficulties, overcome no matter what.Harry blinked his green eyes: "Can you and I go to Hogsmeade to meet Hermione and the others first, there are other students there, I want you to listen to our request."

Fretta paused, her tone extremely unwilling and envious: "But I can't go to Hogsmeade!"

Harry felt as if he had caught the door, and he grabbed Fletta immediately, and the boy turned to see Harry grinning like a stupid poodle.

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Hermione opened the wooden door of the Pig's Head Bar and saw Harry standing outside the door alone, thinking that he hadn't completed the task, she was a little anxious: "Where is the person?"

"I'm here, Hermione." Fletta took off the cloak of invisibility, and the silver-haired child looked very dazzling in the snow-capped place. Hermione's eyes lit up.

After entering the door, Fleta carefully returned the Invisibility Cloak to Harry, using her toes to figure out that this thing must be very precious, definitely not an ordinary magic item.At this time, when he entered the door, he was taken aback. There were at least 20 people present, including Gryffindor, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, all Weasleys, and Ravenclaw. My sister is also familiar.

Hermione didn't greet him, and stood in front of everyone nervously and organized her words: "Um, hello everyone. I think everyone knows the purpose of our coming here. I think we need a teacher, a real Teacher." There was some helplessness in her eyes, and when she turned her head to look at Fleta, she had some expectations, "A person who has really fought against black magic and is skilled in spells."

"Why?" asked one.

"Why? Because Voldemort is back, idiot," Ron answered him harshly.

"That's just a rumor..." The man forced himself to explain.

"But that's what Dumbledore said too," said Hermione firmly, raising her chin a little.

"That's because he said so, Dumbledore said so to us." The man stood up and looked at Harry with doubts in his eyes. "But what about the evidence? What is there to prove that Voldemort has returned? Harry, can you tell us a little more about how Cedric Diggory was killed?"

Cedric's death has been Harry's nightmare and pain so far. He turned pale and looked at all the people around him who were staring at him seriously. He shook his head with certainty. He refused to say anything about Cedric. things.Fletta sat on a chair and looked out at the heavy snow...a little craving for ice cream.Scoop a bowl of it outside, then serve with strawberry jam and chocolate sauce, and drizzle with sweetened milk.I don't know if Draco remembered to bring him candy, can we meet him when we go out now?But it would be embarrassing for him to come out casually like this. Will he arrest himself who violated discipline and go out privately and put him in confinement?

Fleta sat on a stool with her face in her hands and her elbows in her lap, shaking her feet.Hermione was a little anxious: "In any case, we didn't learn anything real from Umbridge. No matter how Cedric died, it shows that there may be dangers around us, and we need to protect ourselves! So we found Fletta."

All eyes were on Fletta's face, and the boy was still a little confused: "Oh, huh?"

"It's ridiculous! No matter who we ask to teach us, we can't ask Slytherins to teach us. No matter how Cedric died, it must be related to them!" Someone shouted, and Fretta sat up straight and looked at him immediately. I think he looks familiar, it seems to be the person he attacked with the Ultimate Silencing Curse for framing Slytherin last year, what's his name?

"Soraka." Harry sat up straight seriously, "I know how Cedric died. I saw him killed by Voldemort himself. It's not that I protect Slytherin, but we can't slander others."

Soraka seemed to be hoarse all of a sudden: "Then, then they are also evil wizards! Many of them are even future Death Eaters! How can we get a second-year Slytherin to be our teacher?"

"Shut up your bloody college prejudices! I never knew someone would pick a teacher over knowledge." Hermione said angrily, her eyes widening.

Soraka seemed to want to say something else, a voice as quiet as moonlight blocked all the quarrels, and Luna said softly: "When the school started this year, you drove away a dementor, is that true? "

Seeing that Luna was looking at her, Fretta thought for a while and nodded.When facing the dementor, he let it go and it left, so the dementor was obedient.Everyone's eyes were amazed, a second grader can drive away the dementors, what a powerful force it is.Hermione paused, and looked at Soraka seriously: "And you were also injured by him last semester with an advanced black magic spell that even Professor McGonagall admitted, so you stayed in the medical department for two days .”

Harry looked at Fletta as if thinking of something: "Also, the last time I was able to come back from the maze was because he told Hermione, and Hermione told me about the index spell, which is an extremely bright and effective spell !"

The eyes of everyone looking at Fleta changed suddenly, at least from being on guard to being convinced, as if they had some other views on this child.Fleta didn't intend to listen to their blah, blah, blah, he yawned deeply and stretched.Since he was a child, he was unwilling to stay in one place for a long time. How much he wanted to walk around Hogsmeade wearing Harry's Invisibility Cloak.Maybe go find Draco now, maybe he can get away with saying he's lost.So he stood up from his chair and prepared to open the door and walk out.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, grabbed his clothes, and panicked seeing this child who was much shorter than him: "Don't go!"

"I can't help you, sorry." Fleta said regretfully, shrugging.

"But... we have nothing else to do."

"Sorry, Harry."

"Wait, Fletta, think about Professor Umbridge, how did she treat you? She also canceled the House Cup, you said you hate her, so you don't want to confront her?" Harry His mind was full of Gryffindor-style brave, bold and desperate thoughts, as if he didn't feel that he had anything to do with confronting the professor, "Also, Cedric. He died because of the mysterious man's attack, We don't even know how to protect ourselves now, do you want us to end up like Cedric?"

The last name made Fleta stunned. He raised his head, and his gray eyes looked into Harry's eager green eyes. filled up.

He suddenly realized that maybe one day Cedric's death would be forgotten by everyone, but the unjustifiable grievances would never be alleviated.Voldemort returned openly, but the price was that the boy who was as bright as the sun was killed indifferently.In the original world, Fletta only had his parents. After coming to the academy, he met many people, but he never thought that he would hate anyone.But he thought, Voldemort might have done it.

Harry said softly, but the voice was heard clearly by everyone present: "My parents were killed by Voldemort not long after I was born, and the pain of losing them accompanied me every day I grew up. Day and night, when I was a child, I thought of them very lonely, until I knew how my parents died, and that sadness and loneliness turned into the strongest hatred and anger. I was destined to fight Voldemort to the death, for I'd give anything for it. So, help me, help us, okay?"

No one in the room spoke. They looked at the silver-haired little boy together, making him feel the weight of their eyes. No one present was not moved by that deep belief, and even words were superfluous.In the end, Fleta responded by withdrawing his hand from the doorknob.

When Draco returned to the Slytherin dungeon, he found Fretta sitting by the fireplace, with a puddle of water on his feet, and his clothes were a little darker, similar to him who had just returned from outside.

Draco untied his cloak and draped it on the sofa, frowning and said, "Have you gone outside to play in the snow again?"

Fletta seemed to realize that he was back, but unexpectedly he was a little stunned: "Ah... um."

What's wrong?Draco felt something was wrong with the kid.He sat down on the sofa and enjoyed the fire of the fireplace: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Fletta said lazily.

There must be something.Otherwise, the reincarnation of the Scottish rabbit is so quiet today?Have you taken sleeping pills? "Who are you, what did you do to the most noisy little monster in our academy? No noise, no noise, I'm almost touched to death, when did I see you so obedient?"

"If I am disobedient somewhere, will you punish me?" Fletta forced a smile, raised her head and asked him.

"That depends on how disobedient you are. Generally speaking, I'm still very kind." Draco smirked, "As long as you don't get too close to those stinking people in Gryffindor , don’t do anything illegal, I don’t think I’ll be in a bad mood by you.”

Fletta's heart sank, he looked at the fire and said nothing, as if he was extremely sad.Draco saw those pale gray eyes that looked a little like gilt, dazzled by the flickering of the flames - it was his favorite color lately, and he could stare at it for a long time if he could.Suddenly Draco remembered something, took out a small package from his pocket and threw it to Fletta: "It's for you."

Fletta was stunned for a moment and opened the package. It turned out to be a whole box of coconut ice cream balls.The milky white candy is wrapped in soft shredded coconut, and it glows orange-yellow under the warm firelight, making it look extraordinarily sweet.Suddenly, as soon as he put the box down, he threw himself into Draco's arms, hugging his waist tightly.

Draco was surprised that the child was as cold as ice, as if it hadn't been warmed by the fire for so long.He just wanted to pull him away when he heard him sobbing softly, Draco frowned: "What's the matter? Who bullied you again, tell me?"

The boy shook his head vigorously, unable to say anything else.

The author has something to say: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Poor kid.

According to his personality, he must take revenge. He has a pure mind, has a measure of good and evil, and is extremely sensitive to malice.

On the contrary, good intentions are also particularly indifferent.

Helping Harry came according to his own ideas. He hated Voldemort for killing Cedric and was not punished so far. He also hated Umbridge, but it might be against Draco.

bitter heart,

Even if there is a little bit of D will hate the possibility of F being disappointed with F

F also feels like the sky is falling.

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woo...

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