[hp] Dragon Training

Fleta saw that this strange uncle was a little reserved, but since he didn't feel any evil and cold aura in him, he didn't dislike him very much.On the contrary, although this gentleman's eyes and hair are as black as the night, he has a very sunny feeling.Fleta wanted to say hello to this gentleman, but was stopped by his mother, and turned her head to see that the expression on Mrs. Hill's face was not kind.

Auston's tone was ambiguous, causing Fletta to look up at him strangely: "You have to thank my son, he may be the one who calmed Mrs. Black, Sirius."

"Oh...you pretend you're a foreigner and don't understand English every time we have a tense topic or have a disagreement with you. Oston, I'm really tired of you speaking English with a French accent on purpose, It feels like I have a carrot in my mouth." Mr. Black shrugged, walked to them and looked at the child with a smile.He actually likes children very much. He used to compete to be Harry's godfather before James and Lily got married.

"Fleta?"

"Yes. Hello, sir."

"What a boy." Sirius Black sighed with a smile, and seemed to want to reach out to rub his head, but was blocked by Cecilia.Sirius withdrew his hand resentfully, "How did you shut up that painting? I tried many methods, even covering it with a cloth, but my servants would always secretly open it Come."

"Sir, I think oil paintings may also be alive. They can move, get angry and sing. Why don't you try to talk to that lady?" Fleta was puzzled.

"No, oil painting has no life. It's just a period of attachment and thoughts before death, not to mention the soul. I also tried to talk to it, but it always didn't work. Because she never liked me..." Speaking of this, Sirius suddenly couldn't continue. He restrained his complicated emotions and smiled, "Do you like pudding? Boy?"

Fletta's eyes sparkled all of a sudden: "I like it!"

"Mrs. Weasley has done a lot for the children, and I might be able to grab some if I go now."

The boy cheered up all of a sudden, but obediently looked up to his mother for permission.Mrs. Hill smiled: "Go." Fletta hugged his father again, like a bird being released from a cage, her footsteps ran rattled and she went into the house happily, Sis Reese looked at his back thoughtfully from behind.

Auston was a little strange: "What's wrong?"

Sirius Black was in a daze: "Well... I just thought that if I hadn't been imprisoned in Azkaban but had a normal life, or if Regulus hadn't died, the little boy named Black would have done the same Cute, right……"

Cecilia seemed to have been hit in some sore spot. She took a few steps forward as if she wanted to give Sirius a loud slap, but was stopped by her husband.Auston hugged his wife to comfort him, kissed her hair, hugged her tightly and whispered something in French repeatedly. Mrs. Hill's eyes were a little red, and she glared at Sirius Black again.

After being startled, Sirius was a little puzzled: "Why did I mess with you?" But seeing that the couple present didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, he had no choice but to scratch his head and walked in.

Fletta ran to the living room and saw it. He walked over a few steps and smiled at the girl standing by the door and said, "Ginny!" Everyone sitting by the fireplace in the room raised their heads and looked at Ginny slightly. gave him a hug.

"Merry Christmas, Fletta."

The boy walked into the room and shouted: "Harry, Ron, Fred, George! Merry Christmas!" In the previous Charms practice, the children from the four houses had almost all attended together.Everyone has grudges, revenge and complaints. After fighting and learning like this, unless there are some people who have deep hatred, basically no acquaintances and no acquaintances will become good.

"Merry Christmas." Harry said with a smile, but Ron curled his lips in front of the silver-haired little Slytherin, as if he still had some grudges.

George and Fred didn't think so much, they walked in, one on the left, one on the right, and the other hugged the boy to seduce him to the fire, and they talked very earnestly.

"Maybe the little poisonous snake can warm itself?"

"Maybe the little poisonous snake can have some sugar?"

Fletta is not uncomfortable being called a little poisonous snake: "Thank you."

The twins looked at each other: "He said thank you to us? It seems that the little poisonous snake also has a kind heart."

Fletta took a pudding with a sour lollipop in her mouth: "???"

"Little poisonous snake, the spell is strong, why don't you come and teach us the lesson?"

Fletta was dumbfounded: "Hmm?"

"Professor Hill is too strict. This year's Charms exam made us flustered. Come and make up for the wounds in our hearts~~" Finally, the twins started singing while talking.

Harry blushed a little, and quickly stopped them from continuing.Fleta killed one pudding and went to get the second one. Harry looked at him embarrassedly: "Sorry...they still remember the thing about inviting you to class before." Fleta nodded and said nothing, since After being scolded by Draco, he understood that some things can't just be considered on the surface.Harry continued, "Later, I thought about dragging you to join us. You are still a child. Fortunately, Professor Hill came to the class, and we all learned a lot. I would like to thank her sincerely for us."

Fletta smiled, and he swallowed the creme brulee, Merlin, this is really delicious.Fletta was so elated that she said vaguely, "I'll tell my mother."

"I, uh, I'm glad you guys can come and spend Christmas with us." Harry didn't know how to proceed.God, he is not an eloquent person, and he feels a little embarrassed for some reason.But he wasn't Fleta, and he sensed Harry's embarrassment with a smile.

"Our headmaster must be very strict, Harry."

"What?" Harry froze for a moment, and suddenly realized what Fleta meant.Before he was suspected of having a connection with Voldemort's brain, Dumbledore entrusted Professor Snape to train him in Occlumency. The process of learning and training was definitely not pleasant, and he said vaguely, "Uh, it's okay. "

"Of course the old bat is stern, and always looks fierce!" exclaimed the twins together. "The old bat has a fierce attitude, and his face is as dark as a brown bear."

Fletta felt a little regretful, and shook her head in disapproval: "You shouldn't say that about him, he is a very powerful, knowledgeable and competent teacher. Moreover, he treats students equally, and he treats us so harshly. But Slytherin students We still have a lot of respect for him because we believe in his ability not his face."

"But I still haven't made any progress in my practice. I think it has something to do with him being too fierce."

"Harry..." Fletta didn't know how to say it. Gryffindor is sometimes very stubborn. Once it is determined, it is difficult to change. view.So he changed the subject, "Since your practice is not progressing, why don't you find a classmate to train? For example, Hermione, I think she will be able to help you. By the way, why didn't Hermione come?"

"Er...she traveled to Germany with her parents for Christmas," said Harry with difficulty.

"Germany?" Fletta froze for a moment, a little sensitive to this country.

Harry coughed, but didn't continue speaking.Fleta's hair turned up in bewilderment, as if she knew something incredible.

The adults had been talking in a large study room. Fletta passed the door when he was going to the bathroom. His ears were sharp and he could hear not only the voices of his parents and Sirius, but also carefully talking about something. He doesn't know.

Suddenly he felt a gust of wind passing over his chest, and when he realized it, he realized that several buttons of his shirt on his chest had been undone, and the pendant that had been hanging close to his body had disappeared.Fletta started looking subconsciously as soon as her heart sank, and immediately saw a bending over and trembling... person at the top of the stairs?

"Hello? Excuse me, did you take my things?" Fleta walked over and asked with a frown.

It was a house-elf, wearing a sheet all over his body in the cold weather, and looking dirty, he curled up beside the stairs and shivered.Holding Fletta's pendant in his heart, he murmured: "Kreacher is useless...Kreacher didn't protect the master's things...the master asked Kreacher to give things to Miss White...Kreacher didn't Use... things were actually stolen by thieves..."

Fletta was stunned for a moment, and he was no longer angry. He sat next to Kreacher on the stairs: "Hi, I'm not a thief. This necklace was given to me by my mother. It's something very important to me. You can return it." give to me?"

Kreacher glanced at him: "Thief... liar..."

Fleta scratched her head, not knowing why she felt that everything in Black's house was weird and paranoid, as if she couldn't listen to people's words.The painting of Mrs. Black is, and so is Kreacher.He was a little distressed: "I'm not a thief, do you remember what Miss White looks like? My dad said she looks very similar to her."

Kreacher took a careful look at him: "Thief... liar..."

Fletta: "..."

The boy scratched his head, stood up and patted the dust and held out his hand to Kreacher.The house-elf flinched subconsciously, thinking that he was going to hit him, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the boy looking at him, and said in a distressed but still gentle tone: "Let's go, I'll take you to see my mother, so you will probably Give it back to me?"

Kreacher looked at him, his tennis-ball-sized eyes staring at him for an instant.Fletta had seen what the house-elves in Hogwarts looked like, and compared to them, Kreacher looked really old.Perhaps moved by the child's gentle and harmless eyes, Kreacher slowly extended his hand hesitantly.

But at this moment, the doorbell of Black's old house rang again.Kreacher froze for a moment, and immediately disappeared in front of Fleta.The boy stared blankly at the air for a moment, feeling anxious, he hurried downstairs and shouted, "Kreacher, Kreacher!"

Kreacher opened the door and bowed deeply and respectfully to those outside.Fleta saw this scene as she hurried down from upstairs—there stood two men who came with wind and snow, but the frost and snow did not wet their brows, and their eyes were stronger than the hardest ice. But also thorough, with the most noble and unattainable color.

Draco untied the cloak and put it on his hand, looked at Fletta who was standing there and sneered: "I thought you would improve a bit after the festival, boy. I didn't expect you still like to hang out with mandrakes The same yelling and learning about Scottish rabbits..." Before he could speak, he was interrupted because he was deeply thrown into his arms by the object of his ridicule.

"Draco!!" Fleta yelled with a smile, not happy.

Lucius looked at the pair of children who were hugging each other, and there was some mockery in his eyes: "Look at the expression on your face, son. Your mother should cry and say that his son has been replaced because her little dragon is not good enough. Possibly smiling as brightly as Gildera's straw bag."

Draco turned his head in astonishment: "I didn't."

Lucius gave him a disgusted look, shook his head and walked into the room.

"Let go of me, you made me embarrass myself in front of my father." Draco looked indifferent, but his voice was extremely soft, "Why are you so annoying, child?"

"Draco Draco Draco!" After Fretta nudged him, he let go, dazzled by the joy of spending Christmas with his favorite people.

Draco was shouted several times, his face was unmoved but his eyes softened a little: "Oh, why don't you be a little more stupid?"

"If you're a little more stupid, can I follow you all the time?" Freita tilted her head and asked with a smile.

"No, if you are any more stupid, I will send you to St. Mungo's Mental Hospital. Once you are locked up, you will not be allowed to come out. Once you sleep, you can sleep all day, and the whole world is quiet. (1)"

"You can't bear it!"

... He was really reluctant.Draco looked at his light gray eyes and smiled viciously: "You can try."

Fletta suddenly became a little timid. He flinched from the playful eyes of the senior, and changed the subject very wittily: "Merry Christmas, sir."

"Merry Christmas, Fletta." Draco smiled, and after waiting for a long time, he watched the child staring at him eagerly.He froze for a moment, he was not as domineering as he was when he was a child, and while he was proud, he would also think about the purpose of his words when others were speaking, which made him see the world very clearly sometimes - Slytherin Student Code of Conduct No.70 Article 130: Think twice before acting.Article [-] of the Slytherin Student Code of Conduct: Treat people who care about you with respect, understand what he means, say what he wants to hear, and be a decent gentleman and lady.

"...I have seen the Christmas present you put in the Slytherin cellar in advance. I have never read the handwritten pure parchment book. The field of spell casting is very novel and unique. It is me Interested. Thank you, your gift is on the way, I guess you can see it tonight."

The boy bent his eyes and tilted his head with a smile: "It is said that the book was written by my grandmother, and it was the only copy my father found in Finland later. Thank you for liking it, sir."

Draco immediately realized the value of a gift that cannot be measured by money, and such a precious gift was placed under the Slytherin Christmas tree that day, waiting carefully for him to unwrap it.He glanced at Fletta, staring at his seemingly careless face, feeling soft and velvety in his heart, as soft and sweet as cotton candy melted in the sun.

The author has something to say: The running account...was scolded by the director...

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(1)

some years later,

Each had a job.

F came to St Mungo's hospital for some reason

Kidnapped by...

F: "Let go of me! If we have something to say, let's go back and talk about it. I promise to be obedient and don't do anything, senior!"

D: "How did you know I was going to do something to you?"

F: "...Okay, don't hit people above the neck, I will go out to receive the Austrian princess later."

D: "This is St. Mungo's Mental Asylum, which has been set up with special magic. You can't get out of here."

F: "...What are you doing..."

D: "Remember what I told you. You can't get out here, you can sleep all day long."

F: "I have a bad feeling. Sir."

D: "So I'm here to practice, how about sleeping all day long?"

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