[hp] Dragon Training

Everyone attended the funeral of Regulus Black, and his intact body and two lockets, real and fake, were buried in the ancestral graveyard of the Black family, next to Mrs. Black.When he was buried, he was dressed in new clothes, and his face was so young and beautiful that the lilies and roses in the coffin were overshadowed.

Fretta rarely wore a black dress. He looked like a child, but standing beside him, Draco, who was two heads taller than him, was already solemn like a steady night watchman.No one knows why he is changing more and more, as if yesterday he was clearly a boy who carefully applied hairspray in front of the mirror.Perhaps responsibility can indeed make a person grow quickly and become stronger. Fletta took a deep breath, stretched out her hand to hold the senior's hand, stared ahead and listened quietly.

However, there was no eulogy, and everyone was silent.Sirius seemed to have cried out his tears, his eyes were so red that nothing could fall from them.Finally, Dumbledore stepped forward, ran his palm across the stone tombstone, and left a line of words under Regulus's name - the man who never feared the dark.

As he walked, the people behind lined up to pass the coffin of the dead. They put snow-white flowers on the coffin, and when the youngest Fleta put down the last lily, the earth on the ground began to close. .

"and many more."

Lucius, who had left before, reappeared here, preventing the earth from burying the coffin. He was holding a beautiful woman by his side. Draco immediately stepped forward and helped her walk: "Mom."

Narcissa might have cried on the way here, but she felt much more peaceful now.The years have hardly left any traces on this lady's face. Her eyes are as quiet and soft as lake water, and her lips are as bright and delicate as petals. Now she has indeed become a gentle and beautiful wife as she wished when she was a child.Narcissa Malfoy came to her cousin's grave, looked at the newly added epitaph and let out a long, trembling breath.Years ago, she sat by his brother's hospital bed and sang to him, talked to him, and put white roses in a crystal vase by his bedside.Many years later, the person lying in the coffin was her most precious younger brother. She kept her weeping tears in the crevice of her sleeves, and now she had to say goodbye to him.

Narcissa took off the white rose pinned to her chest and placed it in front of the tombstone. Draco pulled out his wand and said something, and the little rose gradually turned into a rose wreath.He threw the wreath into the coffin along with other people's flowers, waved his wand in the sad eyes of his mother, and buried everything with earth.

Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, everything in the world should return to its original place.

Sirius stood behind Narcissa and said slowly, "Sissi, I'm sorry..."

Narcissa turned her head and raised her hand to slap him, but when she saw her cousin's red eyes, the kind lady couldn't do anything.She looked up to the sky and sighed, as if she wanted to completely empty out the painful air in her lungs. She let her son support her: "Don't let me see you, I don't want to forgive you."

Cecilia stepped forward and grabbed Narcissa. The two ladies knew each other. The sad eyes between them seemed to let them find a common ground, and they seemed to have some comfort in their hearts.

Seeing the women and children gathered together, Sirius was silent for a while, and said to Lucius, "Mr. Malfoy, I have something to tell you."

Lucius glanced at him sideways: "Speak."

"It's not convenient here."

Lucius stepped back a foot unmoved, his eyes still on his wife: "Please."

"..." Sirius obviously didn't want to tangle with him anymore, he lowered his voice, "I want you to be a witness. As the current head of the Black family, I hereby promise that after my death, Black's property will be owned by Black's family." Descendant Narcissa Black Malfoy."

The platinum nobleman was really a little surprised at this time, he turned his head and looked at Sirius with a surprised look, as if he didn't quite believe what he said.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm doomed to fight Voldemort. My life is beyond my control, so arranging my funeral in advance will make me move forward more courageously."

Lucius pondered for a while, looked at his wife and then lowered his voice: "So, what is your condition?" There is no free lunch in the world, and according to the previous Sirius Black, he would definitely not give up his family property To a family member he doesn't like, but now that what happened to Regulus, he has reason to believe that the real family affection has shaken this big black dog who doesn't know how to live or die.

"Three conditions: First, after inheriting my family property, the Malfoy family and the Black family need to take good care of Harry, clean up his troubles and help him, so that he has no worries for the rest of his life." Sirius paused, "Second, Narcissa Malfoy must visit Regulus' grave every year, talk to him more, don't leave him alone."

Lucius was a little shocked by this condition. He didn't say yes or no, but was silent for a few seconds: "What about the third condition?"

"Three, after I die...don't bury me in Black's ancestral grave...I'm afraid that my mother and my brother won't accept me to go home until they die, and I'm afraid they will hate me so much that their soul can't rest in peace." Sirius said tremblingly.

However, he didn't wait for Lucius' reply, and Sirius took a few deep breaths: "If you agree, I can make a written will right away."

Lucius stared at the big dog expressionlessly. After a long time, he smiled. Although the smile on his face was fake, it was surprisingly not ironic: "You have too many things to remember. So you Just live well."

"Lucius..."

"It's a great thing that you can go back home in peace and don't run around in trouble. Mrs. Black will wake up with a smile in her dreams, so there is no time to hate you? Regulus Black and others I’ve been waiting for you for 15 years to pick him up, I hope you don’t have time to hate you anymore? You’re an out-and-out idiot.” For the first time, Lucius spoke the truth, calmly Looking at his wife and children in the distance, he sighed imperceptibly, "Let me advise you, life is too difficult, live well, and don't owe anything to others. Don't think about dying before you get Xixi's forgiveness. "

Everyone missed Christmas because of the locket incident.Arthur Weasley and his wife and twins didn't go to the cave by the sea because they were still seriously injured, and the first sentence Harry said when he came back was: "I knew this... I really regret not bringing my Firebolt."

He and Ginny Ron could only stay on the shore because they couldn't fly. It was safe, but the people who watched the battle on the island in the middle of the lake were very anxious.The three Gryffindors killed some Yin corpses as much as possible, and finally took care of them, which can be regarded as a contribution.

Fleta was a little embarrassed to hear what they said. He could actually carry another Ginny when he turned into a dragon. After all, Ginny was a girl.He has become so big but he can't even carry a red-haired girl, so what's the point of living in this world?But at the moment when he transformed into a dragon, he became very free-wheeling in his heart. For some reason, he didn't want anyone other than the senior to approach him.

Of course, there will always be only one knight protected by the dragon.

Fletta changed the topic: "Wow, Firebolt! If the school hadn't banned the game, I really want to borrow it from you to play! Harry!"

Draco sat aside and read the parchment that Fretta had given him, and sneered after listening to their conversation.Fletta has simply practiced the radar sensor of the senior's mood perception, and immediately knows that his boss is in a bad mood with a chill on his back.He obediently ran over: "Draco~ is the weather fine tonight?"

The platinum boy closed the book and hit him on the head: "I think you forgot something, boy."

"Huh?" Fletta was stupefied.

"Looks like I can take back a Christmas present from someone now that I've missed Christmas."

Fletta was stunned for a moment, and suddenly jumped up in ecstasy and ran under the Christmas tree of Black's house. As expected, he picked up a huge package—the gift had been delivered to Black's old house before, but because they were not there It was placed under the tree by Kreacher, and at this time it was finally delivered to the recipient.

The boy was in a hurry, with a big smile on his face, he put the big package on the carpet and tore it up with his bare hands.Ginny and the others sat far away but watched with some curiosity in their hearts, wondering what Draco gave Fleta.

Fletta lifted the lid of the box and was immediately dumbfounded that it turned out to be a broom.The broom looked a bit strange, the wooden pole of the flying broom seemed to be made of birch wood, and the tail of the broom was silver white unlike the red firebolt.Fletta was still in shock and didn't react, and said blankly: "The broom you gave me, senior, looks like me..."

Draco: "..."

With a shriek, the boy took out the beautiful broom, and he touched it repeatedly, almost rolling with joy.There is no boy who doesn't like Quidditch, especially this active troublemaker: "It looks so beautiful! Mom-can I sleep with it at night!" The boy shouted upstairs to the room where the adults held a meeting. call out.

Draco looked like he wanted to hit him, but couldn't bring himself to do it when he finally saw the kid so happy.He glanced at Harry with a mocking smile on his face, and said in a somewhat smug tone: "What kind of Firebolt, with this Gemini, who would be interested in that?"

Fletta rubbed against the pole in a silly way: "Gemini? What's that?"

"its name."

Fletta was very happy to touch the new equipment: "Oh, little star, hello."

"..." Draco's pride was choked in his throat, and he realized that the child didn't seem to understand the value of such a gift at all, looking like a child who wanted to finally get a dog and couldn't wait to name the pet.

Ginny looked at Fletta's gift and was stunned by the silver-white broom hair. She also liked Quidditch and thought about it and asked her brother: "It's very beautiful, where can I buy it?"

Ron fell into a heavy blow: "...can't buy..."

"Is it because our family can't afford it?"

"It's really impossible to buy..." Ron was a little frustrated, "It was published in the Daily Prophet: The new product developed by the Quite Wizard Broom Production Company this year, it was only revealed half a month ago that the production was completed, which is a pity What is said is that only one set was made to commemorate the birth of the company, not mass-produced..."

Ginny was also surprised that there were such unscrupulous merchants who didn't like to make money. She thought for a while and asked, "Did you make a set?"

"Sister, the name of the broom is Twin Stars, isn't it? It's two twins, made from the same piece of wood. One is called Silver Star, and the other is called Flying Dragon." Ron slowly calmed down the resentment of revenge for the rich, Said dryly "I think I have reason to believe that Malfoy got both..."

Fletta sat on the silver star broom and looked like he really wanted to go around the room, but then he came down angrily because he was afraid of being spanked by Ma Ma. He touched the gift, and the excitement on his face became less excited: "Um...it's a pity Professor Umbridge canceled Quidditch, and we're not allowed to use flying broomsticks at school...or I'd really like to bring it to school."

Draco was kind, as if he had expected all this long ago: "What does it matter, there is a Quidditch pitch no smaller than the one in the school behind Malfoy Manor Hill, as long as you want, you can come anytime during the holidays."

Fletta was very happy, and his eyes were bright: "Really! That's great!" He threw himself into the arms of the senior and rubbed happily, but he didn't know that he had fallen into someone's trap.

Draco stopped reading, smiled and stretched out his hand to rub his snow-white head.He said that he wanted to raise a dragon in his yard since he was a child, and now this stupid dragon cub was easily lured to his house, so why not do it?

A few years later, Fletta couldn't help laughing when she recalled this memory: "The provocative proposal used a pair of rings, that is, you, and it turned out to be a pair of brooms."

Draco could also give him a white look at that time: "Don't you like it?"

"This is a man's romance, why don't you like it?"

……

After the Christmas break, the children all need to go back to school.Parents came to the train station to see off their children and kissed each other's cheeks.Fletta may be the only child who doesn't need to accept her mother's farewell kiss, because Mrs. Cecilia is their professor of charms, and this time she carried her luggage and followed them on the Hogwarts Express train.

Fletta was still a bit reluctant to part with him. During this period of time, he lived and ate under the honor of his seniors. Kreacher's cooking skills were superb, and Draco would give him dessert every time.Plus the bunny apple candy made by myself, the strawberry and cherry jam cake made by Aunt Narcissa, the Earl Gray milk tea made just right, and the vanilla pudding made by Aunt Molly... After a holiday, Fletta finally got some The sharp and elongated outline became round and soft again, and the skin was as soft and white as sweet cream.

The boy lowered his head depressedly, and Draco took over her luggage for Professor Hill and carried it in his hands. He turned around and saw that the child was still standing there, "What's wrong?"

"Hmm...don't want to meet Professor Umbridge OnO..."

Draco frowned, obviously he didn't like that woman either, and he wasn't too happy about going back to school to face her again. "Fortunately, she taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. I found unofficial records in the library. Voldemort once placed a curse on this position, so that the tenure of all professors will not exceed one year. Trust me, boy."

"Really..." Fleta blinked, but he said this just to express his surprise, not to doubt the truth of the matter, he believed Draco wholeheartedly at all times. "Well...and I still want to take a vacation..."

Draco was laughed at by this childishness, he shook his head, and said with a little pride: "I promise, you will spend this summer vacation in Malfoy Manor, and you can taste that the elves in the manor are no less than Kreacher." craft, and played Quidditch like crazy for the whole holiday."

"So... I can stay with you for a vacation?"

"When did you ever leave me, boy?"

Fleta blinked, put down her luggage with a smile, and gave Draco a big hug on the crowded platform.He hugged the senior a little tighter, and felt extremely happy.Because the hug on the platform is not a farewell to separation, but only for him to be grateful for being able to be with this person all the time.