[hp] Dragon Training

Fleta felt his body was very light, as if he was floating. He couldn't see clearly when he was walking among the clouds and mist. He didn't know where he was going or where he came from.In the end, he was dragged forward little by little, and some voices gradually became clear in his ears. He felt that these voices were familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before.

Suddenly he opened his eyes with pain all over his body, and found that he was lying on the small wooden bed in his room at home, and his mother was sitting beside him and crying softly.Fletta is very sad, what is mother crying for?He stretched out his hand to touch her and tell her not to cry, but found that the hand he stretched out was unexpectedly short and full of scars.

Auston appeared in the room, and anger and incomprehension appeared on his face for the first time: "Cecile, enough is enough. You don't need to treat our son so harshly! Do you know that if you continue like this, you will kill him Yes, Fletta is our only son, do you really want to be so cruel?"

"No! You don't know how terrible that person is!" Cecilia seemed to recall something, with some broken expressions on her face, "He will hurt you and me, he will hurt my Freita! He will kill everyone!"

Auston's face was full of anger: "So what! Am I afraid of him? Just let him come, and I will protect my wife and son."

"You don't know, you don't know anything. Oston, you don't understand him at all. He can even kill children in the cradle without blinking an eye. He still has so many people who follow him!" Cecilia Covering his face and crying, "One day, Fletta will face the most terrifying darkness, he will face killing and death... If he doesn't work hard, he is not strong, I may lose him before my eyes!"

Fletta remembered everything in an instant. It was about eight or nine years old when his mother let him learn Animagus transformation in order to train him, and threw him in a cave in the cliff after low tide. In order to leave the cave and survive before the high tide flooded the cave, Fletta practiced hard without eating or drinking. Her whole body was scarred from climbing the reef, and finally turned into a dragon and passed out completely after soaring... Later Mom and Dad quarreled badly, and this was the first and only time they fought.

Fletta wanted to touch her mother's identical silver hair to keep her from crying, but she couldn't.It seems that he has been very serious and hardworking in his studies since this time, and he really doesn't want to hear his mother's crying of despair and fear again.

Fletta woke up from a very restless dream. There was something on his chest that made him feel extremely uncomfortable... It wasn't cold or burning, it was a very uncomfortable feeling, like someone waiting in winter. You sprinkled a handful of sand in the collar of your padded jacket.Fletta reached out and took out the pendant on his chest. Seeing its quiet and unchanged appearance, he felt a little weird in his heart. He put the pendant back on his chest and opened his eyes to the ceiling. The child was so clear. The gray pupils were rarely dark.

He recalled what he had dreamed just now. When he was a child, he didn't know who the "he" his parents were talking about. Now it seems... that person should be Voldemort.

Why is mother so afraid of Voldemort?Does she have any connection to Voldemort?Why did Mom say Voldemort would hurt himself again?Fleta found that he couldn't fall asleep anyway... After tossing and turning several times, he suddenly sat up from the bed.Since mom is at school now, why not ask her directly?

Fletta wore a pajamas with a dragon pattern and put a thick cloak on himself. He tiptoed out of his room, stepped on the thick cashmere carpet in the Slytherin stairwell in slippers, and ran out, lightly. He kicked open the door in the cellar and started his night tour again this semester.

"Ma Ma... Ma Ma..." Fletta came out muttering vaguely, but when he was blown by the cold wind after leaving the cellar, he recognized the reality clearly—he didn't seem to know where his mother lived now?Merlin, where are the professors' dormitories?Dumbledore and Dean Snape never told them!Do you want to find it inch by inch?Hogwarts is so big, it probably will be clear before he finishes searching.

Fletta's eyes were straight: "Hogwarts Hogwarts, I am a good student you obey, if you are really alive, please tell me where the professor's dormitory is, I will go to my mother." Huo Gwarzli ignored him, only the flame lamp on the wall flickered slightly, as if dissatisfied that the child violated the school rules and came out for night tours at night.

"Okay..." Fletta was a little frustrated.But since he came out, he didn't think about going back, so he walked alone in the empty campus, feeling a little lucky in his heart, maybe he could find his destination by walking like this?He walked out of the school gate with such aimless walking.Fletta was stunned for a moment and stood at the gate looking at the dark place outside, suddenly she looked familiar.There was a forest in the distance in front of him, and Fletta recognized it right away—it was the place where he was imprisoned before entering school, the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.The boy blinked and remembered that Hagrid didn't seem to be here this semester, and there was no light in the vigil hut next to the dense forest at this time, which seemed to blur the boundary between the school and the Forbidden Forest, as if it could be crossed at will.

There was a triumphant smile on Fleta's face, his mouth almost went behind his ears.The bear boy ran forward wearing slippers, like a wild dog that had run loose.

The Forbidden Forest looks different from the usual quiet and weird appearance. Even if Fleta is still human, he can hear some strange hooves.These sounds are a bit abrupt at night, but even if they can be heard from such a distance, there must be some special species that are restless.Fleta thought about what he had learned in class. There were many species in the Forbidden Forest, and some magical animals that were usually rare lived in it, and some of them were not friendly to humans and were aggressive.

Thinking of this, the dull hair on the boy's head curled up, and he slowed down and walked forward slowly.The moonlight cast the boy's figure in dark blue on the ground, and the mercury-like brilliance gently scattered in this mysterious forest.In the blink of an eye, the boy's shadow began to change on the ground, from short and thin to a strange shape, and the shadow began to grow larger.Fletta flicked his tail lightly and unfolded his thin film wings. The moonlight falling on his silver scales seemed to be baptized by flowing water. His golden pupils were as bright as a lighthouse in the dark. Boy... no, reptiles feel changed It was very comfortable to be like this, as if he had liberated the free nature deep in his heart. He spread his wings and let the silver light flow on them to reflect some light.

Fleta gently left the ground and flew up. After becoming like this, he could see far away.The source of the sound of footsteps just now was clearly seen in the gilt-like eyes—it was a group of people and horses running around, as if they were very restless.The Ministry of Magic interfered too much with the school this semester, and many species, including centaurs, lost their original habitats.Fleta felt that the centaurs were a bit pitiful, but he decided it was better to stay away from some furious creatures, so the churning wind rolled up under the wings, and Fleta flew high into the sky, soaring in another direction in the forest.

Fleta fell to the ground with a bang, and his body sank as he had something on his mind.Yinlong slapped the whole dragon lying on the ground into a rice character, with its wings and tail drooping, and there was no strength at all.Fleta sticks out his tongue and thinks: It's so comfortable. How about Long Sheng just eat and die like this, he doesn't want to be a human anymore.

Suddenly a small spider crawled past Fleta.It is said that elephants are afraid of mice, but a giant like him is still afraid of some small bugs drilling into their scales.So he stretched out his claws, and snapped.Another spider crawled out, slightly bigger than the one before, and Fletta reached out her claws and snapped.

The forest was quiet for a while, and suddenly more spiders crawled out.Fleta was a bit square. He sat up and clapped his paws off the ground: slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.All of a sudden, the fallen leaves and mud on the ground were beaten to the ground, and the remains of the spiders showed how unclear their deaths were. Fleta beat them to death one by one, as if playing whack-a-mole.However, there were more and more spiders, as if they were continuously crawling out from the depths of the forest, and finally a spider as big as a horse appeared.

(Ahhhh! You are so annoying!) Fleta roared, scorching a piece of spider with a fire, throwing away the spider that climbed up the tail, and flew up in a hurry.Fortunately, spiders can't fly, and Fleta managed to shake them off after reaching high altitude. (Can't you be friendly? I won't play with you!)

... You don't even look at how many brothers you have killed. Have you considered the spider's feelings?Mr Hill?

The rapid wind shuttled between the wings, and Fleta soared in the sky as if to be washed away by such a free feeling of all troubles.He couldn't help growling and flew sideways and circled around, looked down and saw that the forest was lying quietly at his feet, but he could get infinitely close to the moonlight and stars. He felt that it was more fun to be a dragon.He smiled and spread his wings and flew up vigorously. The gauze-like clouds were approaching layer by layer in front of his eyes, and the ground was getting farther and farther below. When he finally reached the sky, he saw the silver waning moon, and his golden eyes blinked. Putting away its wings without doing anything, the whole dragon fell down like a shooting star from the sky again.

Fleta closed his eyes to feel the weightlessness of the rapid descent, and when he finally approached the ground, he spread his wings, the momentum was heavier than Mount Tai, and the landing was lighter than a feather.The wind and waves almost uprooted the trees in the Forbidden Forest, Fleta felt relieved when she settled down, and screamed loudly.The silly boy fell back on the ground and rolled happily. He didn't care if his silver scales were stained by dirt and dust, and he lay on the ground laughing.

Suddenly he stopped, his eyes suddenly widened and he looked forward.

Draco was followed by a ball of light turned into an Ultra Luminescent spell to illuminate the road. Standing in front of the fallen trees in the Forbidden Forest, he stared at the scene in front of him with an extremely shocked expression on his face.He seemed to have received such a great shock that the magic wand that had been hanging in front of him for defense was also put down.

How!what!manage!

What to do? What to do? What to do! ?Fleta retracted her claws so hard that she even dug up dirt on the ground.Why is Draco here?Yinlong roared in panic: (You didn't see me, you didn't see me!)

Draco stared at the silver dragon in front of him without blinking, and the waves in his heart were almost earth-shaking.He looked at the supposedly vicious animal recorded in this book and didn't know why he didn't feel any fear at all. He took a step forward and looked at it with almost admiration in his eyes, chanting Merlin's name dozens of times in his heart.Why are there dragons in the jungle?Could it be the one left from last year's Triwizard Tournament? ...No, it's impossible.The dragon is such a proud and rare animal, how could anyone be willing to let it live in the dense forest all the time?That's a crime!

The little dragon in front of him was extremely nervous, desperately trying to hide himself, and even almost broke his wings.I don't know why such a stupid look made Draco Moming feel familiar. The gray-blue eyes of the platinum-gold boy opened slightly, and he could see clearly by the moonlight that the dragon in front of him had scales like snow under the moon, and that Eyes that shone like broken gold in the dark.These two colors are too conspicuous, and almost awakened all the memories and doubts in my mind for a while.

All of a sudden, Dracofort's heart came to him, and he looked at the little dragon who was about to flap his wings and fly away, and blurted out, "...Fleta?"

……silence.Absolute silence.After Fletta's name was called, he suddenly didn't move, and Draco just looked up at him, as if waiting for his response.Fletta tossed and turned several times in her heart, and finally became as calm as water.He turned slowly and looked down at Draco, his liquid gold eyes meeting him gently.Draco looked at those eyes, even though they were of different colors, those eyes were very familiar, and every time he saw them, he would soften the hard corner of his heart: "It's you, isn't it?"

Fleta approached slowly, as if he was afraid of startling a bird or blowing away a light feather, he approached Draco and closed his eyes, and the cold dragon kiss approached the side of his face and gently rubbed him.Draco was shocked by such an intimate gesture, he stretched out his hand to touch the cold but soft touch in the palm of his hand, as if touching a soft moonlight.Draco took a deep breath and sighed, "This is really... wonderful..."

The boy enjoyed the warmth of his palm and even felt nostalgic for it. He loved him so much, and felt so stable as long as he was by his side.He slowly retracted his wings, claws, and scales, and gradually changed from a giant to a short boy, hugging Draco's waist and burying him deeply in his arms.

Draco's hand lightly stroked his head, trying to calm himself repeatedly but to no avail. For the first time, he was a little overwhelmed, wondering if the stroking force would be too heavy.The little boy in front of him looks so weak and puny, who would have thought that he was so powerful and elegant that people looked up to him?There was still some reluctance in Draco's words: "Why don't you stay a little longer and let me take a good look at you?"

Fletta shook her head, if that was the case, there would be no way to hug you: "Why did you suddenly come here to find me?"

Draco heard his own voice in a soft mess: "Didn't I tell you, you must come and tell me once before going to bed in the future, let me keep an eye on you. I went to your room today without seeing you. Seeing that you are not here I'll come to you." He once stood in the courtyard of Hogwarts and looked up and asked if he saw where a little silver-haired troll had gone. The gentle campus immediately pointed out the way for the prefect, and in the dark corridor A rising flame lamp illuminates a path.

Fletta murmured, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep as soon as I sat on the bed today. I didn't forget it on purpose... After waking up, I couldn't fall asleep and came out... I wanted to find my mother."

"You little monster." Draco hugged the child in his arms and found that he was not willing to let go.His father named him as a metaphor for Draco. When he was six years old, he saw that proud, rare, lonely and beautiful creature in Norway. He has been obsessed with it ever since.Those are simply the darlings of the gods, even if they take a look at them, they will be fascinated.But due to various reasons, he couldn't have them even if he wanted to, and now he looked at the silver-haired boy and said softly, "So, I just went out casually tonight and captured a dragon, right?"

"I've always been by your side, you've captured me a long time ago, sir." Fleta was silent for a second, then raised her head and asked him seriously: "Do you like it?"

"Love is speechless." Draco heard himself say it with such conviction that he had never heard it before.