[hp] Dragon Training

By the time this midnight tea was over, the moon had almost set in the west.

After Lucius Malfoy got what he wanted, he left Hogwarts in a hurry, as if he had other plans and plans, and it seemed that Severus Snape stayed in Dumbledore's office. Have something to say to him.

Mrs. Hill hugged Fletta: "Go to sleep, you still have class tomorrow, don't delay your study."

"Mom, are you alright?"

"I'm not as vulnerable as you think, son. You and your father are the most important people to me right now."

"What shall we do after tonight?"

"Protect yourself and strengthen yourself. As for the rest, you don't need to worry too much. Since we adults are still alive, we won't let children take risks for no reason. Some things are always not suitable for children to do, like It's like being a teacher to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."

"You know?" Fletta's eyes widened.

"My son is more affectionate than I thought, and I'm very proud." Cecilia smiled hard, "Go to sleep, you can rest for a while before dawn."

"Okay, goodbye mom."

Draco also nodded to say goodbye to the professor, but Cecilia stopped him: "Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes?" Draco was taken aback.

"Please take care of Fleta, this is my only request."

Draco didn't expect Professor Hill to say this to him suddenly. After realizing the weight of this sentence, his face became serious. His gradually mature face became more trustworthy. Draco was serious. Looking at Professor Hill calmly: "Of course, I swear on my life."

After returning to the cellar, Fleta didn't go back to her room, and lay down on Draco's bed in a large font in her freshly cleaned pajamas.He didn't move as soon as he lay down, thinking about what he experienced that night, he felt that the progress was too fast, it was unimaginable.

Draco took a brief shower, his hair was still wet and slightly dripping when he came out of the bathroom.He picked up a towel to wipe his hair, and when he turned around, he saw the little troll looking at the ceiling thinking about life in the form of a corpse.Draco felt strange, this thing has such a short life, apart from eating and making trouble, there is nothing to think about.

"Draco."

"Say."

"You know I can transform into a dragon, right?"

"Ah."

"I also know about my mother's past."

"Ah."

"You all know Voldemort's secret."

"Ah."

"How do you know so much... My dad said that people who know too much in books don't live long..."

"...Then I'll kill you right now."

"No...then what should we do?"

"Whatever. Just take a step and see."

"Ah."

"..." Draco didn't wait for him to continue talking for a long time, thinking that Fleta was asleep, and didn't disturb him and continued to sit on the sofa chair and wipe his wet hair.

"Draco!!!"

Draco was so frightened by Fletta's sudden yell that the towel almost flew out, he frowned: "I'll kill you."

"Is Christmas coming soon?"

"What's the matter, are you asking for a gift?" Draco didn't expect that he was still thinking about it after staying up for half a day, "But it's useless to ask for it. What I give you depends on my mood."

"The gift is to kiss me and I will be very happy."

"You think beautiful."

"Draco."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"……I'm boring……"

"To shut up."

"Aren't you bored?"

"you shut up."

"You...are you happy to perform a magic trick for me?"

"Close your earplugs and listen."

"……you are annoying."

Draco was taken aback for a moment, he didn't really cast the spell, of course he could hear it clearly at the moment, how dare he think that this kid is going to fly with his wings, right?His hair was almost dry, and he threw away the towel and was about to spank Fleta's ass, only to find that the child had fallen asleep. Draco's eyes widened in disbelief, is this little pig?He was talking just now and now he is sleeping right now?He stretched out his hand to wake him up by grabbing his hair, making him regret what he said just now, but he heard him mumble "Draco..."

He froze for a moment, thinking that Fretta had woken up, but found that the child just subconsciously called his name after sleeping soundly.Draco was silent for a second, finally rolled his eyes, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt over him tightly.He also slept next to him and reached out to turn off the light. His gray-blue eyes stared at Fletta's sideways face in the dark. This kid was noisy like a little bastard when he was awake. , fell asleep like a little angel.In the past two years, his originally round and soft face like a ball of glutinous rice has gradually grown, and the outline has gradually become clear and refined.Draco stretched out his hand, brushed his fingertips lightly at the end of his hair, and suddenly lost his mind.

"How much you like me if you still don't forget to call my name when you fall asleep."

……

On the surface, everyone is living a normal life these days, but in fact, some people have their own concerns.When Fletta was in the Charms class, she saw that Professor Hill was always distracted. Although his mother said not to worry, he kept looking at her.

"Ah!" Catherine hit Fletta to the ground, but she was also taken aback.The little girl ran to help him up: "Are you okay? Why didn't you block him?"

"Silly girl, I practiced the armor protection spell. If I block it, you will be hit." Fletta rubbed her leg, "It's fine if I fall, anyway, you hit lightly."

"Bah, bah, what do you mean it's okay for you to fall. But you were indeed distracted just now, what were you thinking?"

"Oh, I just looked at my mother...Professor Hill is not in a good spirit?"

"Yeah," the little witch sighed, "I accidentally called my name wrong just now...Although I apologized immediately..."

"Hey~ I like Professor Hill so much~ Is it so sad to call you by the wrong name?"

"Now, all the girls in school like her very much now? And, I'm not the only one!" Catherine blushed a little after being punctured, and stammered.

"Yeah, I know." Fretta smiled.

Catherine glared at him and turned her head to look at the professor who was carefully guiding the fourth grade, because Mrs. Hill's class was very popular. Dumbledore specially used space magic to expand the classroom several times, allowing the students to have a good time. adequate training grounds.

"Anyway, it's great that Professor Umbridge didn't make it difficult for Professor Hill. I thought what would she do?"

Fletta blinked, and heard Draco say that Uncle Lucius had sent a letter to Umbridge, politely stating that he cared about his son's grades in Charms, and hoped that she would give him as much face as the deputy minister as possible. Feel free to meddle.In such a situation where the top level of the government is crushing people, Umbridge can only blush and watch Professor Hill lead a large number of students to teach.But according to Draco, this might just be a temporary concession. After all, the woman Umbridge sat behind Minister Cornelius Fudge, and it was not impossible to use her means to stir up trouble for a while.

"Anyway, let's continue practicing, friend." Fleta smiled and did not continue to discuss this issue.

"Oh, okay, just call me, I will defend myself."

"Honestly speaking, hitting a girl is never allowed or forgiven, not even with flowers... disarm you!"

"Oh, Fleta!" Catherine looked helplessly at the boy who was still laughing after being knocked to the ground by the counterattack.

The days flew by and it was time for the school to go on Christmas break.

Everyone has their own destinations. After saying goodbye to everyone in the academy, Fletta followed her mother and left the school.He thought that his mother would take him home with an apparition, but Mrs. Hill led him onto the tram on the streets of London.

Fletta breathed a sigh of relief on the window, and drew a smiling face: "Mom, this is the first time I sit here, why do they keep looking at us? And where are we going?" Around them They were all Muggles, and Fletta was a little inexplicably stared at by them, and smiled at an uncle who was staring at him repeatedly.

"Born with sterling silver and hair without any mottled color, it is not common in the Muggle world with a large population. Also, my son looks good, please don't laugh at the strange uncle when you go out in the future, I would rather you play with glass ,baby."

"Oh." Fletta obediently drew another bean face on the glass, um, this time it's Draco.

Christmas is coming, and it is snowing all over London, the streets are dressed up in silver, and many children are running out to play snowball fights, which makes Fletta a little greedy.His mother led him to a building, and saw that no one around him lightly pressed the doorbell.In the blink of an eye, the building began to gradually separate, as if a space had been forcibly split open, and a house gradually changed out of thin air under Fleta's surprised eyes.After a while, another gorgeous and simple door appeared in the house, with "BLACK" written in relief of flowers and birds on the door.

"Welcome to Black's old house, honey, where we'll spend our Christmas."

Fletta walked in with his luggage in a daze. He was still a little cautious when he first arrived at someone's house. He followed the polite behavior and bowed cautiously to the empty entrance corridor, and was about to take off his shoes and enter.

Suddenly, a sharp old female voice came out of nowhere: "Who are you! Who allowed you to come to my house! These days... blood defectors, mudbloods, werewolves... all come! You disgusting Dirty things have messed up my house! Get the hell out of here!"

Fletta was taken aback. He straightened up and looked for the source of the sound, and finally found that it was an old woman speaking hoarsely in a dirty oil painting.Fleta was a little sad, it was the first time he was hated so much, but he was still very polite to the deceased elder: "Madam, hello, it's the first time we meet, may I ask what I did wrong to make you unhappy?"

The old woman kept yelling from the dusty canvas: "Low Mudblood... Bandits... Uninvited cronies... Dirty scum..."

Fletta was about to say something, but Mrs. Hill stopped him by patting his head, and went forward to wipe the oil painting gently with a handkerchief.As she wiped away little by little, the picture of the oil painting gradually became clearer. Mrs. Hill carefully wiped off the dust that covered the old woman's eyes, and finally used a paintbrush to restore the old picture frame.

The old woman saw clearly the pair of mother and son with pure silver hair, and finally stopped cursing, and she asked full of guard, "Who are you?"

"Ms. Black, hello. I am a friend of Regulus." Cecilia had something heavy in her eyes.

"Regulus' friend... Regulus, you are lying! My Regulus has... already..." The old woman had a broken expression on her face, her eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Xi Mrs. Er seemed to want to eat her, her whole face became ferocious but for some reason it made people look very sad.

"Dead." Mrs. Hill looked at her and said directly.

"Get out of here! You all get out of here!"

"So, we are here to avenge him." Mrs. Hill looked at Mrs. Black and said, "Now I am also a mother, please understand me."

Mrs. Black suddenly calmed down as if being poured with a basin of cold water. She was silent for a second and turned to look at Fleta, as if after a long time of identification, she said, "White?"

Mrs Hill: "Yes."

"...White, the Nordic snow-silver aristocrat who was very prosperous in the past, is there any survivor now?" Mrs. Black suddenly lowered her voice, "Why is your family burned forever by needles, but you still have some remaining species? However, Brett pursued pure blood for hundreds of years... In the end, he ended up dying (1)..."

Hearing what she said, Fletta suddenly felt a little distressed for this lady for no reason.Mrs. Black seemed extremely tired, took a deep breath and looked away, and sat down quietly with her back to them.

"Brother!"

Just when Fletta was still wanting to talk to Mrs. Black, she suddenly heard such a sentence.The boy's face immediately showed ecstasy, he kicked off his shoes and rushed over, throwing himself into Auston's arms: "Dad! Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad!"

"Eh! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh!" Auston responded a lot, "Oh, God, how long have I not seen my son, he actually weighs so much!"

"I'm the one who grew taller!" Fletta pressed on top of his father. "Why did you come here, I thought I wouldn't see you this Christmas!"

"How could I spend Christmas alone without my wife and son?"

"I heard that you hunt and cook alone when your mother is away? How about it, is the rabbit delicious, Dad?"

"I've had enough of roasts that were charred with hairs on them. Luckily I got Dumbledore's invitation, otherwise I might starve to death."

"Oh, that sounds terrible..." Fleta's smile froze suddenly, "No, Principal Dumbledore invited you? Why?"

"Maybe he thinks it's good to have an old dragon in his Order of the Phoenix? After all, the prosperity of the dragon and the phoenix sounds auspicious."

Order of the Phoenix?What is that?Fletta smiled suspiciously, looked at his dad and said, "I'm assuming, it looks like I won't be getting just one gift this year?"

"Of course. I guarantee that the Christmas tree in Black's old house will keep dropping presents for my son." Alston exaggerated with a smile.

"Hey, who did this great thing?" A man with a beard and black hair and black eyes appeared in the corridor and looked at the Hill family of three and said, he looked very handsome, but there were some signs of age on his face, As if he had suffered something before.

Sirius Black looked at them and raised his eyebrows, looked at the portrait of the old lady Black and said, "Thank you for shutting her mouth up, don't know why she doesn't like me all the time, always screaming at us .”

The author has something to say: (1)

The Black family can be considered a super powerful noble...

As a result, Sirius escaped and the original book died

Regulus, dead

Bellatrix, in jail, dead

The Nuoda family finally...had Harry Potter to inherit.

People from the Potter family inherited the Black family...

Blake is really dead and nobody is left.

of course!

I won’t write like this~(≧▽≦)/~啦啦啦