[hp] Dragon Training

Fletta originally wanted to follow the two snakes, one dark and one silver, to watch, but his memory was cut off at this moment, and the world began to collapse into ruins and faded ink.Fletta choked heavily on the water in the Pensieve, and he suddenly took his face out of the Pensieve and sat on the ground, coughing hard, as if trying to cough out his lungs.

Mrs. Hill showed a distressed expression on her face, and found a towel to wipe her son's face carefully and gently pat him on his back.Fletta's eyes were soaked and steamy, and his eye sockets were still a little red because of being choked. He looked very pitiful and raised his head to look at his mother: "So what happened then? Riddle is Voldemort, right? Then Who is Regulus?"

"Riddle is indeed the Dark Lord and my former benefactor. When I read the letter you wrote to me, I almost thought you knew something, because I also faced the same painful decision. Not at odds with who is most important to me. I'm sure he adores him, but in the end I had to leave him... As for Regulus, he's Mom's friend."

"friend?"

"Yes, he is very nice. Although his personality looks a little weak, he is actually unexpectedly strong. He is very gentle and always considers others. Therefore, he was forced to shoulder many responsibilities that he should not have to bear, and did Doing a lot of things for others..." Mrs. Hill introduced Regulus, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, "However, he died, at the hands of the Dark Lord, and it was precisely because of Regulus' Death opened my eyes to reality."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"I chose to leave when he was at his weakest. At that time, I was desperate to escape. The Death Eaters were chasing me. As long as I was found by them, I would die. At that time, I was wandering around the world looking for a way out. , and then I met your father..."

"During the time I was with your father, I was very happy, thinking that I could get rid of the new life I lived in the past. But we were found when I was pregnant with you. During that time, the Dark Lord was defeated by the legendary boy, but His power still exists in the world. All those who believe in darkness are his apostles. I was almost killed when I was weakest... so I am afraid, dear. I understand that they will never let us go , as long as I live the Dark Lord will kill me, and he will kill Auston and kill my favorite Freita."

The boy felt very sad, and suddenly felt like crying.He finally knew why his mother had to be so cruel to him, and why she was so fragile.Fletta was not afraid of Voldemort, but she loved her mother, and lived with fear for him for so many years.The boy reached out and hugged her: "I'm here, don't be afraid, mom. No one can hurt you and me, and I will become stronger."

"If he comes, I will take you away and go to a place where no one can find you..."

Fleta froze for a moment, then shook her head suddenly.He rarely said with seriousness on his face: "But I don't want to escape, I want to face him. I'm not afraid of Voldemort, I'm just afraid that I have never really faced him once. If we continue to hide, we will be killed sooner or later. Prey caught. Mother, I don't want it."

"I will take the initiative to stand up and tell Voldemort that he is just a mortal, and he will be defeated (1)." Fleta said bravely and decisively, looking directly into his mother's eyes.

Cecilia was stunned. Hearing these words, it was as if a Cruciating Curse had been silently cast deep in her heart. She was so painful that she couldn't speak and could only shake her head.

"Do you want to kill him?" Cecilia asked.

"I don't want to be like Voldemort, but last year I saw a friend of mine was killed by him in front of me. I was very angry and unwilling. If this happens again, it will be Pansy, yes Catherine, it's... Draco, I think I'm going crazy to the point of losing my mind." Fleta blinked his eyes as if thinking of that scene, and his face immediately paled beyond belief, "Mom, I think one day I will face the darkness with my friends and fight against the Dark Lord to the end."

"But you are still a child...Fleta, you haven't grown up yet, you are still my baby." The mother looked at her son in great distress, and reached out to touch his little face.

"But I am surrounded by people who support me and love me, don't you? I don't think I am weak at all." Fletta put her hand on her mother's and said softly. "Mom, you taught me to be strong. In my heart, you are the most powerful person. Everything will be defeated by the power of love. Please believe me."

……

After a long time, the door of Dumbledore's office was pushed open again, and the Hill mother and son reappeared here, staring at the few people inside with complicated eyes.

At this point Harry, Ron and Professor McGonagall were gone, leaving only Dumbledore, Snape, Draco and his father Lucius who were still awake - well, Merlin, almost A room full of Slytherins.

Lucius poured himself a cup of steaming black tea, and the delicious snacks from Malfoy Manor in the middle of the night were piled up on the table in various exquisite small silver cups. It seemed that they were really holding something strange It's like a late night tea party.

"Pour your own tea, Sev, I'm not your house elf." Lucius sneered and looked at Snape who held out his cup. Stories, I just heard a story about a white-haired female ghost digging out people's hearts, did Xiaolong hear it when he was a child?"

Draco nodded: "The strong education before school, the memory is deep."

"Since the memory is deep, you can tell it, son, I am looking forward to your talent for telling stories." Lucius smirked.

"Of course not, Father." Draco's smile mirrored that of his father's.

"Nasif speaks."

"I refuse. As far as I know, the only people who like to take out people's hearts are dead people, I don't know much about animals." Snape looked gloomy.

"It's because you are so good at Potions and Herbology that you can't be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Sev." Lucius shook his head deeply and sighed. "If you can tell stories, Xiaolong may have a chance to squeeze out Gilderoy Lockhart's idiot who only talks but doesn't practice in his second year."

"Shut up!" The professor who was poked in the sore spot said fiercely.

"Speaking of the last sentence, principal, you have lived so long, telling stories to deceive people must be your strong point, right? Okay, it's over."

Dumbledore: "..."

Cecilia knocked on the door, causing all the gentlemen in the room to look up at the lady: "Since none of you want to tell a story, how about listening to me?"

Everyone immediately turned their heads to look at the door, and after exchanging glances, they all showed warm smiles except for Snape, who was always dead-faced.They chatted and waited all night and finally got the result. The gentlemen all looked at the lady and said, "Okay."

Fletta: "..."

Mrs. Hill sat down on a sofa, and Lucius poured her a cup of black tea in a very gentlemanly manner, completely forgetting what he said to reject Snape just now.Cecilia watched her sad and relieved face reflected on the smooth surface of the black tea, and her heart suddenly fell silent. She raised her head and looked around at everyone.Fletta sat next to Draco, who was so hungry that he reached for a blueberry tart.Seeing that he could still eat so happily in this atmosphere, Draco showed a hopeless look in his eyes, but at the same time took another plate of cherry cheesecake and put it in front of him.

"I'm here to tell you all this today, not because I surrendered to join you, nor did I want to show how completely betrayed I am. It's just because I want to find an alliance and strength for myself, to protect me and my Fry tower."

"Of course." Dumbledore said without hesitation.

"Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape. I need you to tell me that you have completely opposed the Dark Lord behind the scenes and will never betray me." Mrs. Hill looked at them seriously .

Before Snape spoke, Lucius stretched out his hand first, and Cecilia stretched out her left hand. The two held each other's wrists, and a pale golden light was bound and passed between their hands, and then slowly disappear.Fletta ate until there were cake crumbs on his face. He knew that this was the most unbreakable declaration of integrity among wizards. If Lucius broke his promise, then...then Draco would not have a father.Fletta sticks out his tongue and licks his mouth, if that's the case he can lend Dad to Draco too, he doesn't mind.

...Mr. Alston knows you'll kill you for thinking so, boy.

"I need to know the Dark Lord's secret, Mrs. Hill." Dumbledore cut straight to the point, "Lily Potter used blood magic to protect Harry's child more than ten years ago and seriously injured Voldemort. A few years ago, Harry He also protected the Philosopher's Stone and destroyed his carrier. Three years ago, we killed the young Riddle in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, and last year he killed Cedric Diggory Sir, make it clear to everyone that he is back."

"Even magic can't do it. No one is immortal, let alone resurrected from the dead." Dumbledore said seriously. "Mrs. Hill, you used to be one of the closest people around him. I think you know something, don't you?"

"Of course no one can come back from the dead, unless that person is not dead at all." Cecilia smiled miserably, "That person invented a method that theoretically can bring him infinitely close to eternal life."

Everyone's faces changed suddenly, the habitual lazy and mocking expression on Lucius's face disappeared, Severus took a deep breath lightly, Fleta felt Draco sit up straight, because Leaning against him, you can feel the tense muscles of the senior.Fletta thought about her mother's words and was a little hurt. If the Dark Lord is close to immortality, then they still have to fight.

Cecilia was silent for a while and continued: "I don't know where he learned the method, but someone must have told him when he was a student. The Dark Lord believes that the immortality of the soul is eternal life. He divided his soul into Many copies, unfortunately I don't know the exact number, his divided souls are attached to different items, and these items with spirits are called-'horcruxes'. Theoretically speaking, as long as there are still horcruxes If he is destroyed, he can be reborn infinitely!" Everyone's faces turned ugly in an instant. They had thought about many possibilities and knew how terrifying the Dark Lord was, but the complexity of the matter was far beyond their imagination, and That means they may not just be fighting Voldemort.Fleta felt Draco's whole body stiff as iron, and the boy tried to comfort him but found he didn't know how to say it.

Suddenly Draco said, "Seven."

"What?" Not only Fleta, everyone present turned their attention to him.

"If I were Voldemort, I would divide my soul into seven parts." Draco smiled, and when he showed this heavy smile, his face was deep and handsome, "You don't divide your soul as much as you want, it There is a limit to being divided, otherwise the soul is likely to dissipate completely under unstable conditions. And in ancient legends, 7 happens to be the number representing the magic power of immortality."

Fleta wowed: "So this is your ignorance."

Draco shot him a hard look, and the kid immediately lowered his head to eat the cake.Dumbledore seemed to believe this explanation, he let out a long sigh: "Seven... If it is true what Mr. Malfoy said, there are still six left besides the diary three years ago. Hill Ma'am, do you know what they are?"

But in the expectant eyes of everyone, Cecilia shook her head regretfully: "I can't know what it is, and only he knows the whereabouts and details of these things. And I only know that the Horcrux may not necessarily be the dead body." thing."

"Why? I assume that Mrs. Hill has seen a living Horcrux before?" Snape, who had been silent all this time, squinted his eyes and asked.

"No."

"Then why do you..."

"Because according to the Dark Lord's plan, he wanted to make me the last Horcrux." Cecilia smiled miserably, and the painful knot in her heart that had been hidden in her heart for many years after saying this sentence was finally revealed at this moment.

Everyone was startled again, even Fleta looked up at his mother in surprise.Looking at his mother's smile, the boy suddenly had the urge to cry. He leaned his head on the senior's arm, feeling so tight that he was at a loss.

After the absolute silence, Lucius said dryly and with difficulty: "I thought he trusted and valued you back then, because you looked like his daughter..."

"Indeed. That's why he believed in me and chose me as his life-saving prop." Mrs. Hill said, a tear fell from the corner of her eye and hit the back of her hand. She looked at it fiercely as if she had been burned, " I used to think of him as my god, as my most important person."

"He killed my friend, and I was suspicious. He killed Regulus, and I started to be scared. After he killed Harry Potter because of a prophecy and killed Lily Potter and was seriously injured by the counterattack, I knew Everyone is props and pawns in his heart, he has long been driven into a demon by the desire for eternal life, and will never be the father and god in my heart."

The author has something to say: (1)

Regulus wrote this on a note inside the fake locket I would risk my life for you It's too heroic for a mortal of flesh and blood to fight someone else

I want to cry every time I read it.