[hp] Dragon Training

It's already late at night, and I don't know why Hogwarts is so quiet. Except for the flames that are still dancing in the walls in some corridors, there is almost nothing moving.

Fleet, who had sneaked out, was so happy that he ran from one end of the passage to the other, and even up and down some stairwells.He gasped excitedly, he had never seen such a beautiful and big place.But after a little bit of excitement, he began to walk around the school in a particularly leisurely manner, admiring everything here.

He climbed up to the knight's armor and tried to get his helmet to wear, but found that he couldn't even climb up, and then went to pick up the silver sword in the knight's hand.As a result, after it was pulled off, it was almost crushed to death by the black iron dense silver sword weighing more than 100 catties.He put the sword back in its place with great effort, panting and decided not to touch it again.He smiled and saluted the knight's armor.

Fletta walked slowly in the long corridor, looking at the paintings hanging on it and feeling exquisite.There was just one thing that made him a little strange: "Hey, why do the people in these paintings have their eyes closed?"

"Because we're going to sleep." A voice came from behind, and Fletta turned her head to find a woman in the painting staring at him and talking.

He watched the painting gradually approaching and smiled: "It's... amazing."

The woman looked at the child with a soft voice, as if she was afraid of waking up other paintings: "Could it be possible, are you a Muggle child?"

"No."

"The paintings, photos, and cards in the chocolate frog will move in the wizarding world, don't you know?"

"I haven't seen a word, my father doesn't like taking pictures, and my chocolate mother doesn't allow me to eat it. But I know you can move, ma'am." Fletta's voice was as soft as the moonlight falling on the petals. "What amazes me is you. I think only such vivid paintings as the wizarding world can record your beauty forever."

A smile appeared on the woman's face: "It's so late, where are you going?"

Fletta was very hungry, and he suddenly thought of the long table that would produce food by itself: "Madam, do you know where the long table is?"

The woman nodded and called out, "Nicholas, Sir Nicholas, who is almost headless?"

"I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas, ma'am." Suddenly a ghost came out from the corner of the corridor.Fleta looked at the ghost in front of her with wide eyes in surprise: "Wow."

Nicholas looked at the child and smiled: "Hey, do you want to know why I'm 'almost' headless?" But Fletta shook his head frantically.

The woman in the painting stopped and said: "Sir Nicholas, this sweet-talking child wants to go to the auditorium, take him."

Nicholas glanced at the woman and floated back and forth, "Good lady! Come with me, little bastard, you're about to shake your head off."

When arriving at the auditorium, Fletta found that the side door of the auditorium was actually open, and the almost headless Nicholas floated away after taking him there, regardless of whether the child knew how to get back.

Little Fletta ran to the auditorium table, knocked on the table and asked for food...but there was nothing to eat until his hands were swollen, and the table was bare and there was nothing.Fleta feels like she's been lied to...the books are a lie!The most basic trust between wizards and wizards!

In fact, this is actually related to the fact that he is not a student of Hogwarts. If his name is published in the roster at this time, he has the right to wake up the elf to give himself a supper.But obviously not at this time, even if he yelled, it would only attract others to throw him out, instead of serving him a delicious steak and hot cake with jam.

After a long time, Fletta finally chose to leave the auditorium after a lot of common sense failed.And what made him even more desperate was that he couldn't find his way back...

"Well, Fleet, you're absolutely wonderful," he said to himself. "Being shoved in a cage, then arguing with a foreign dude, witnessing a strange behavior, and finally getting lost. It was a great night."

Hogwarts at night is bigger than you can imagine, and some roads that are clearly visible during the day are blurred and mysterious at night, and all kinds of roads are dark, obscure and intricate.Hogwarts strictly prohibits students from going out at night, and it is also for the benefit of students. (Here is a suggestion to the young wizards who see this place: You must abide by the school rules and disciplines, and be a good wizard who abides by the law.)

In the end, Fletta was almost exhausted in this overly big school. He was extremely wronged at this time, and suddenly missed his father's arms and mother's dinner, and especially missed the picture that his father cut wood for him. small bed.Thinking of it this way, he was about to cry. He was only 11 years old. He was tired and hungry after being away from his parents for the first time. The average child could not bear it long ago.

"Merlin... Please someone take me away, I don't want to hang around in the corridor anymore. If anyone can help me, I will call him Dad."

...Little Fleet.Mr. Hill, Auston.Mr. Hill will crack your ass when he finds out.

Maybe Merlin really wanted to see his ass bloom, when a "Lumos" sounded in the corridor. The sound was even more beautiful than an angel's song.

Fleet yelled: "Dad!!" He rushed over and hugged the man fiercely, crying.

The person who was hugged was so startled that his wand almost flew away: "What did you call me! Merlin's socks, who are you! Who allowed you to come out so late for a night tour!"

The waist that Fleta hugged was a little thin, and he almost thought he was hugging a girl.But when he heard the voice, he was very sure that it was a man. He raised his head tremblingly. When he saw the man's too eye-catching hair, he almost suspected that his mother had secretly given birth to a brother for him! ?What the hell is going on with that silver hair!

Draco.Malfoy looked at the kid who threw himself on him with disgust, and suddenly looked at him with a very suspicious expression.This kid looks pretty good, especially the pure silver hair that he has never seen before. When he raised his eyes, he found that his eyes were actually pure gray, and even the pupils were hard to find.When you stare at him, you will feel that you are looking at a stack of gauze or a piece of cloudy but crystal clear glass.

Then I heard the child cry out with great difficulty: "Brother?"

"Damn it!" Draco pulled the man away. "You called me dad, now you call me brother, so who the hell are you?"

Only then did the dull Fletta remember the fact that he could not be discovered by others, but it was too late now, the person in front of him was staring at him questioningly, and upon closer inspection, the hair of this person was not the same as his own It's pure silver, but slightly more golden.He said pitifully, "I... I have mistaken the person."

Draco stared at him for a moment, "Are you a freshman?"

Fleta nodded, it was about to be.

Draco was a little skeptical, it was impossible for him not to remember when a freshman with such silver hair was called to the sorting house.But it seems that at that time Zabini suddenly told him how handsome Krum was in the World Cup during the summer vacation, and then he was distracted for a while and didn't keep staring at the stage.Draco frowned. The only ones farther away from the Slytherin table were Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. If he didn't see it in the auditorium, could this child belong to these two houses?

So he asked, "Which college are you from?"

Merlin, Flyte completely forgot what Dumbledore told him about the Sorting House during the day, and only remembered a red, yellow, blue and green.He almost wanted to cry, his eyes were red and he looked very pitiful: "I, I forgot!"

Draco was so annoyed at once, can he even forget what his own academy is?Gryffindor is indeed stupid but not brainless. I guess this is Hufflepuff's new life.

Draco frowned and said, "Students have to wear school uniforms at school, and assuming I'm not blind, you're dressed like a dancing mandrake."

Fletta was very wronged. He didn't know what a mandrake was but he knew that he didn't have a school uniform, which was not what he wanted. God knows how much he wanted to go to school as soon as possible.

"Come with me, I'm going to take you to meet Filch, he and his cat will teach you never to go out at night in clothes other than your school uniform." Draco turned and motioned for Fleta to follow him.

"Don't! Sir, please!" Fletta tremblingly stretched out his hand to pull up a corner of Draco's clothes, because he was trembling all over because he would be punished for doing something wrong, and even the clothes he pinched kept trembling . "I... I didn't run out so late on purpose."

"Oh? Why is that? Did you sleepwalk?" Draco said in his annoying tone.

"I'm hungry……"

"Draco, you didn't eat when you were supposed to, and now you're out?" Draco sneered.

"I fell asleep, and when I ran to the auditorium, I found that there was no one there, and there was nothing to eat. I wanted to go back, but I couldn't find the way back... I don't know what to do, I want to go early Going back, but..." Fletta was anxious to explain the matter clearly, but the more anxious she became, the more incoherent she became, and she even forgot what she wanted to say later.

Draco looked at the trembling child in front of him and was speechless for a moment. He wanted to scold him severely but couldn't find an adjective for a while. It took a long time before he realized that he didn't really have any deep hatred with this child.

He just entered the first grade, so even if he was caught, he wouldn't be punished too severely.I have no problems with Hufflepuff. To put it bluntly, this is just a little fool who ran out looking for food and lost his way.Besides, when the silver-haired kid ran out and yelled for his father just now, he really surprised him... Then he was a little surprised, and he took advantage of it anyway.Thinking of this, he suddenly became less willing to hand over the child to Filch to teach him a lesson.

"Come with me."

"Sir, please don't punish me..."

"I'll take you back to Hufflepuff!" Draco rolled his eyes and didn't want to continue the conversation with him.

Hufflepuff?Eh?Fletta was dumbfounded.I wanted to say something more, but when I saw this 'brother' with special hair color, he turned and walked forward. The black cloak turned up like a wave.If I don't keep up at this time, I probably won't be able to get out, so thinking about it, I have to walk behind him honestly.

"Name?" Draco didn't turn his head.

"Fleta."

Draco thought it was a surname, he had never heard of such a family, but the silver hair was indeed very rare, as if born of extremely pure magical blood.

"Sir, can I ask you a question?" Seeing that this man did not intend to hand him over, that he would not be discovered by Dumbledore, and that he would not be punished—this made him feel a little relieved.

"Ask." Draco was so proud that he didn't even look back.

"Didn't you say that students are not allowed to go out at night, sir, are you a student too?" Fletta asked cautiously.

"Good question, Mr. Fleta. Hogwarts does not allow any students to go out at night, except for prefects." Draco paused proudly, "And I, am a prefect." Then he said nothing Without saying anything, just waiting to receive worship and boast.However, time passed, and the man behind him did not respond at all.

Draco stopped suddenly: "I am a prefect, a fourth grade prefect."

Seeing him repeating it deliberately, Fletta was also taken aback for a moment, wondering: "What is a chicken head?"

Draco was so angry that his hair was standing on end, he threw his cloak and really wanted to get rid of this little idiot quickly.So he quickened his pace fiercely, walking on a pair of long legs was almost windy.It's hard for Fletta who has been following behind.short legs.Hill, one step for this person in front of him is almost equal to two steps for him, and it is simply too strenuous to follow him without being thrown off.

Hufflepuff's dormitory is next to the passage leading to the house elf kitchen, but the passage is set up for elves, and ordinary people cannot enter.Draco was so willing to go to the house-elf's quarters that his job was done when he brought the man to the door of Hufflepuff's dormitory.And Fletta was pleasantly surprised to find that the dormitory was on the first floor because Hufflepuff was close to the earth, and this direction was just right for him to see the dark woods far away.

The expression on Fletta's face was one of relief, from boredom to surprise to excitement overnight, from disappointment to helplessness to fear, and finally back to relief - Hogwarts is really a magical place.

He smiled at Draco with a smile on his face, and Draco thought to himself: "This kid is really stupid." Then he was suddenly caught by the stupid kid again.

"Merlin's socks, I don't like people getting too close to me! And with all due respect, you and I don't know each other well, Mr. Fleta!" Draco rolled his eyes almost to the top of the sky, and put this overly clingy child It was broken.

"Can I kiss you, just to thank you?" Fleta said with a smile.

"No. Are you crazy?" Draco couldn't stand the kid, and immediately turned around and left.

"... Aw..." Fleta stared blankly at the man disappearing into the night, and suddenly realized that she still didn't know his name.But there should be opportunities in the future, and there is no need to rush.

When he ran back to his cage, he found that the Hungarian buddy had fallen asleep.Fleta tiptoed over and took off a corner of the fireproof cloth on his cage, and a Hungarian tree peak was sleeping peacefully inside.

Fletta thought about it, and felt that it was nothing like his father. Auston was bigger than this one, and the color and shape of the scales on his head were different.

He squeezed himself back into the cage again, slowly turning into a dragon and lying down.Fletta is not afraid of the cold at all, but he is a little homesick.Suddenly I remembered that I had been busy all night, but I didn't eat anything!He watched the half rabbit that had been roasted by the Hungarian Horntail before swallowing, but in the end he didn't touch it.

Fleta's heart felt a little empty, and she didn't know why.Finally, he counted the roast sheep in his heart, and fell asleep crying.