[hp] Dragon Training

The college life at Hogwarts was the same as before, Fleta yawned and felt that she missed the thrilling life during the Christmas holiday.

His father took his silver star back home, saying that he would ride it to chase rabbits, and when he caught a rabbit, he broke off the snow-white broom stick and started a fire.Fletta was about to cry, but he also knew in his heart that his father could not be so inhumane. If so, he would apply for his mother to be re-elected as a professor. Until he graduated, his father would not want to eat anything other than roasted rabbits!

At that time, his father grabbed his son's face: "That's the best. Take care of your mother for me in a safe place. You must protect her well. She is my life."

Fletta was picked up by his daddy like a baby, and Auston had dark gray eyes and black hair, and always had an intoxicating flair when he laughed, like Born with a romantic and charming power.For some reason, Fleta thought of the Hungarian hornet he saw when he was in school. The dragon brother was forcibly taken from his hometown to England, and he missed his wife and young son with all his eyes.

He patted his father's face: "How did you and mother meet?"

Oston showed a very stupid smile on his face, and after thinking about it for a while, he said: "At that time, your mother was injured and was almost killed by snow wolves hiding in a cave in the forest. At that time, I happened to fly over there. A fire burned the wolf."

"And then my mother fell in love with you?"

"How can it be! She almost blinded me with a curse. I was a dragon at the time! Such a big one!" Auston put his son down and danced to compare his size. I think this silver-haired girl is real, so please give her a little cheer. Then turn your back on her and block the hole for her, shielding her from the wind all night."

"And then my mother fell in love with you?"

"Fart! She almost tore off my wings!" Alston's face was extremely serious, "More than a dozen enhanced cutting spells! Just stab me in the back! I'm a little angry, but I think this silver-haired girl is too serious." Well, beating her is a crime, and making her sad is also a crime. In my motherland, you will be punished by God. So I sighed, found a lot of food for her injured, and finally picked a lot of flowers for her.”

"...I won't ask any more."

"Then your mother was very annoying and told me to go. I thought to myself, this silver-haired girl is so good-looking, let her go or ignore her, I can be hanged when I return to China, buried with Napoleon, and a broken one I guess the head is as high as his." Alston smiled, deep and charming, "I guess your mother is a little happy, because she stopped hitting me. I changed back to the original, handsome body Bi, tell her directly, love me or marry me, or you will kill me."

"..."

"Then she saw how handsome I was, so she agreed."

Fletta took a deep breath: "It's so inspiring!"

Auston smiled and pulled his son's face again: "So you know how important your mother is to me. At that time, I thought, either stay with her or die. If there is no her, I would rather be from the world. disappeared."

Fletta nodded, the smile on her face couldn't stop.He remembered something and asked his father: "Then why are you supporting her against Voldemort? Isn't that dangerous?"

"I can't change your mother's will, and I have the same hatred as Voldemort."

The smile on Auston's face disappeared: "At that time, your mother was pregnant with you, and the stomach was as big as a ball stuffed. Voldemort's Death Eaters were chasing her all over the world, so we were forced to hide We came to a very secluded place...it was a very small island, and there was only one wooden house on the island, and the rain could leak into the house, and it was so damp that we couldn't even light a fire."

"It was a stormy night. Your mother woke up from a dream holding her left wrist and said that the Death Eaters had found her, and she could feel that they were coming through the Dark Mark. At that time, I was almost furious and braved the wind and rain I rushed out to kill those who threatened my wife... But I waited for a long time and they didn't come. After I realized what happened, I went back to the wooden house, and saw your mother huddled in the corner, and the room was full of blood.— ——That was almost the nightmare of my life... Cecilia used a knife-slashing curse to cut the place where she had the mark until the bone was visible, and her other hand hugged her stomach tightly to try to protect you. That is My most cherished baby, every hair of her is my reverse scale, her shaved flesh fell on the dirty floor that night, and the blood flowed so fast that the floor and her white dress were all red .”

It was only then that Fletta knew the origin of the scar on his mother's hand. He widened his eyes in disbelief, and the horrified picture appeared in his mind.

Auston's dark gray eyes flashed a trace of gold because of the darkly burning mad anger: "So, no matter what, I have made a note of this account. In this life, I will definitely crush Voldemort to ashes."

……

Fleta sat at the long Slytherin table, thinking of her father's words in a daze.In his memory, his father was a person who occasionally went offline and was almost as old as him in mental age, but at that moment he saw the dragon's anger in his father, those eyes could really burn everything in the world.

While thinking about things in his mind, he stuffed things into his mouth desperately.It was breakfast time, and all kinds of hearty breakfasts filled the long table.

Pansy was sitting at the Slytherin table, beautiful again without seeing her for Christmas.She ate a piece of dried kiwi, and grabbed Fletta's face and looked around carefully: "It's a little fatter."

Fletta was struck by lightning, he widened his eyes and tried to see his own reflection in Pansy's dark and bright eyes, whether it was really out of shape.

Pansy clicked his tongue and turned his face away: "Can you still be a handsome man, dear?"

"Yes!" Fleta vowed.

Pansy moved the creamy coconut tart in front of him: "Then eat less snacks and desserts from now on!"

Fletta felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he stared pitifully at the plate of beautiful cream tart, hesitating to speak, as if he had been hit by some great blow.

Draco squinted at Pansy, took the snack in her hand and placed it in front of Fletta again: "If he wants to eat, let him eat, what do you care about so much?"

"...you dote on him a little too much, Mr. Malfoy." Pansy was dumbfounded.

Draco didn't deny it either, and poured himself a cup of English-style Earl Gray milk tea, and at the end passed it to his mouth and smelled the overly sweet aroma, and suddenly gave it to the boy beside him habitually.

"You'll spoil him like this. Do you want to add a follower like Gore to yourself?"

"What?"

Listening to their conversation, Fletta held the cup of hot milk tea for a long time, and finally put it back on the table, took a glass of water and sipped it, even her favorite cream on weekdays The coconut tower has not been touched again.

Draco frowned, "What's wrong?"

The boy shook his head, smiled at him and said nothing.

But Draco is so delicate and delicate, and it is his specialty to try to figure out the subtleties of people's hearts.He figured it out after thinking about it, and a slightly mocking smile appeared on his face: "I didn't take you as a follower, and I never needed a follower. Your fat or thin at most affects the size of your clothes. I don't care about you." Views are not going to change.”

"Besides..." He glanced at him a little contemptuously, "It doesn't matter if you eat more, if you are still at this height next year, I have to consider whether always being around a dwarf will affect my image. .”

Fleta was taken aback for a moment, and he explained all the tangled things in his heart.When he was about to say something more, the senior had turned his head away from talking to Zabini, leaving only the back of his platinum-blond head.

On the table over at Gryffindor, Hermione almost flipped it over.But even though her face was blushing from surprise, it still made her look extraordinarily beautiful.This year, she was privately called the three beauties of the college together with Pansy and Daphne. Although she didn't know this name yet, many people still secretly glanced at her when they saw her angry appearance.

Hermione couldn't believe it: "What? You guys already had a gathering at Christmas! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Umbridge at the teacher's desk heard the sensitive words and looked up at her.Harry gave her a quick tug to keep her voice down, and he said in an almost inaudible whisper, "Yes, and we've already wiped out a You-Know-Who soul piece. Hermione, I think we've found the way to kill him." There is a way."

"Oh, Harry, I have to say I'm so sorry that I didn't go through this with you." Hermione is also a pure Gryffindor, even though she is usually very rational and Ravenclaw, but she has a heart for adventure. There is still an instinctive longing, "When you have time later, you can talk to me about how things are going."

Harry blinked his emerald eyes and smiled suddenly.He looks like his mother, with a sweet smile, like a green tulip blooming in a summer garden: "So, can you tell me what you went to Germany to do in exchange?"

Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden, she looked left and right, and finally she didn't hold back the girl's heart, and said with a smile: "I met Victor, he invited me to his country and received me With my parents, we had a perfect trip."

"What! Victor..." Harry's next voice was muffled by Hermione.

"Hush!" said Hermione anxiously. "Don't let anyone know! I'm going to be mad if you laugh at me! ... Ron, don't look at me, your food is getting cold."

"Okay, okay, my sister." Harry smiled and joked, "How could I laugh at you, I sincerely bless you, if you are really with him in the future, I hope you can give me Need a signature."

"Good idea." Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's something I haven't seen yet, don't make fun of me."

As she said that, she changed the subject again: "You have seriously injured the mysterious man this time, and he is not dead, so he will definitely fight back. Maybe he will stir up trouble and cause a war. Are you ready to face it?"

"Who is going to start the war?"

A sweet and disgusting voice appeared behind Hermione, and she had goose bumps all over her body.Even without turning her head, she could think of who was standing behind her. The little witch took a deep breath, tried to calm her mood and expression, turned her head to Umbridge and said, "It's nothing, Professor."

"But you did say it just now, war, and you talked about getting together." Umbridge's face was so wrinkled that he couldn't hold back the pink on his face, and his pink body was still so dazzling, "Let me remind you, Greg Miss Granger. I don't always like to punish girls, because they are delicate and cute, like kittens. But if some girls who don't know what to do or like to push the bottom line, then I can't help it. I'm sorry, Miss Granger, I miss you Had to come to my office after class for a…”

"Miss Granger." Another soft and pleasant voice came from the teacher's seat.

As if Hermione was granted an amnesty, she immediately turned her head and walked past Umbridge, sweating coldly, and came to the teacher's bench: "Yes, Professor Hill."

Professor Hill showed a conciliatory smile on his face: "The paper you handed me last time was excellent and refreshing, and you were also one of the best students in the practical class. I hope you can replace I'll give a presentation to the students, let's prepare it first, okay?"

Hermione froze for a moment, and understood that Professor Hill was trying to excuse her. While thanking her, she showed a proud look on her face as a top student who was valued by the teacher, and said sincerely: "My honor, ma'am." Her address also changed, and after she finished speaking, she strode out of the auditorium.

Umbridge was extremely angry, and his voice was raised high and even shrill: "Cecilia Hill! How dare you stop my interrogation! You are against the entire Ministry of Magic!"

The entire auditorium fell silent all of a sudden, and everyone turned their heads to look at the teacher's seat.

Professor Hill remained calm. She drank the last sip of black tea and put the porcelain cup back on the cup holder painted with lily-of-the-valley patterns: "As a professor, I was submitted by the headmaster and then formally reviewed and approved by the Ministry of Magic. .I'm just doing what a professor should do, teaching seriously, and fulfilling my duties. Unlike some people, who always want to take care of things that have nothing to do with their profession, I don't know who is really despising the Ministry of Magic?"

Umbridge's face was irritated by the lady's elegant and complacent appearance, her face turned purple with anger, and she almost screamed: "Then you are despising me, right! How dare you!"

Cecilia looked at her as if Her Majesty the Queen in a well-dressed seat looked down on the humble clown, and suddenly she sneered: "If you despise you, what does it matter to you?"