[hp] Dragon Training

Draco stood there with Fletta numbly, looking at the fountain in front of him and didn't know what to say.

That Auror told him where there was water, who knew it was actually a fountain.Draco suddenly felt irritable and wanted to turn back and hit someone, and the Fleta brand Draco's mood radar immediately stopped him: "Don't, don't, this water looks quite clear, it's almost ready, I'll just take a sip Same, senior, calm down!"

Draco pulled back Fletta, who was really going to drink raw water, and frowned at this weak child. He could drink the fountain water with magic, and he was not afraid of finishing it. Wetting the bed every day?How careless this is.In the questioning eyes of Fletta tilting his head, he reached out and took off the gloves he had been wearing all the time, revealing a pair of smooth and slender hands like jade.

He picked up the hawthorn wand and tapped the palm of his left hand: "Deleau.", and the cold water gushed out of the palm of his hand.This spell is no more than the general clear spring like water spell, it is closer to the space spell. If someone comes to a clear and clean mountain stream in England at this time, he will find that there is a piece of water that is disconnected.

The beauty's snow-white hands have clear streams flowing continuously, just like the spring snow on the stream stained with frost, it can be regarded as a beautiful scene.Fletta stared blankly for a while and didn't react, until the veins on Draco's head burst out and he was very impatient: "Are you drinking or not?"

"Oh!" Fletta reacted and didn't dislike it at all. He just stuck out his tongue and approached his senior's hand to lick it.But he regretted it as soon as he got close to Draco, he felt the child's lips against the skin of his palm like a deer, the temperature was almost fiery compared to the coldness of the stream.Draco felt that the skin he touched was electrocuted, and his whole body felt numb.He wanted to withdraw his hand a little bit, but Fleta kept holding it.

Fletta felt that he had never drank such water before. The faint sweetness mixed with the faint incense from the senior's cuffs made him feel a little itchy for a moment. In the throat of the smoke, the sweetness almost reached the heart for a while.

Draco: "Termine"

Draco broke the curse coldly, looked at Fleta who was still holding his hand and said in a calm voice, "Did you drink enough?"

Fleta thought to himself, drinking enough water, not enough hooligans.He directly pulled the senior's hand and turned it over, and the little rascal kissed the back of his snow-white hand several times.As if struck by lightning, Draco withdrew his hand, his face turned blue: "I'll kill you."

Fletta smiled brightly, raised her head and stretched out her hand to him, and said aggressively, "Give me a kiss, give me a kiss."

"……I am going to kill you."

"After kissing, you can hit as you like."

Draco laughed back angrily, seeing this little boy who had no manners and became more and more presumptuous, really wanted to beat him up but couldn't do it, and finally pulled him away a little bit and pressed his head by virtue of his height: "Hope Mr. Er, you need to know that I am not a pedophile."

Fletta was not reconciled, and wanted to lick his senior foolishly. At this time, his mother couldn't find her son on the other side of the corridor, so she called his name.The child pouted and drooped his eyes, he was unwilling but had no choice but to go back.Draco felt a little soft when he saw his dejected look, and finally thought about it and said, "...if you were ten centimeters taller, it would be about the same."

Fletta was stunned: "What?"

However, the senior stopped talking, took advantage of his height, pressed his head with a gloved hand, and pushed him to move forward.

Fudge has accepted the fact that Voldemort has returned, and there is nothing he can do if he does not accept it. So many Aurors have witnessed all this, which is enough to clarify that Dumbledore has been wronged all along.The next day this incident was enough to hit the headlines and publicize. Fudge has always said that Voldemort's return was a rumor, but now that such a thing happened is undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face of the Ministry of Magic.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix had no serious casualties except for a few minor injuries. Everyone checked with each other and told the Aurors about the development of the matter. Dumbledore had to negotiate the details. The rest of the people were struggling on the line of life and death. After so long, I can go back and have a good sleep. Who can predict when the next war will break out?Before that, organize the forces that can resist the enemy.

Remus Lupine handed Antonin, the Death Eater, to the Aurors. This was a living confession. He said that he could use the Veritaserum at will, and that he would be imprisoned in Azkaban or executed without giving him any face.Finally, the handsome Mr. Werewolf clapped his hands and asked Moody, "Why didn't I see Padfoot, where else?"

Moody was still making a statement, and he pointed in one direction: "I think he just walked that way as if he had lost his soul."

"Oh, thank you."

Remus walked inside according to the direction Moody pointed out, but he almost fell to his death this time. Who would have thought that there is no way here, and there are dozens of feet from the bottom!At that moment Remus thought he was going to die young, but he stopped just a foot from the ground.

Mr. Werewolf was about to burst out of his lungs. He took a deep breath and stood up, and saw Padfoot not far ahead, staring at a huge stone door in a daze.He scratched his head: "Padfoot, Big Dog, Dog Bi, what are you looking at?"

Sirius stared at the stone door, and gave his friend a middle finger: "Remus, did you hear someone talking inside?"

Remus looked at the stone door, it was empty.He scratched his head: "The dog sees the stars are bright, I understand."

Sirius shook his head: "No, you bastard. I heard the voice. It's...it belongs to my brother."

Remus looked like he really wanted to knock the crazy big black dog unconscious and drag him away, the expression on his face was a bit too much for a moment.

Alastor Moody also ran over after finishing his confession. As a former Auror, of course he was not as frightened as Remus, but fell to the ground skillfully: "This is the gate of hell, you found it."

"The Gate of the Underworld?"

"It was built here by the former minister and one of the greatest alchemists. Only the dead can pass through this door, and the living can hear the voice of the dead through it, provided you want Enough to miss a person. Only intense thinking can resonate with the dead across life and death," Moody explained.

"Remus, Alastor, when Bellatrix wanted to kill me, I was pushed away by someone. I think it was my brother... Although it is ridiculous, I feel that he is touching me, It was at that moment that I realized that I missed him so much..." Sirius looked at the stone door, his voice was very soft, as if it would startle the soul on the other side if it was any louder.

"Who knows? It might be Regulus, or it might not be Regulus." Moody patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, Sirius, Harry still needs your care."

Sirius nodded, and before turning to leave in silence, he waved to the door. He didn't know if there would be a person with black hair and black eyes on the other side of the door who also smiled and waved goodbye to him.

……

Sure enough, the headlines about Voldemort's return and invasion of the Ministry of Magic appeared in the newspapers the next day. The entire wizarding world was shocked and uproarious, and a large part of the people fell into panic.But for the members of the Order of the Phoenix, they already knew about this matter, and facing such headlines did not have any impact on them except for a glance.They hurried back to their respective homes and made their own preparations.

However, when Fletta was about to leave the Ministry of Magic, she was stopped. The Aurors said that under the orders of Director Umbridge, Fletta Hill was not in England because of violation of the law. Registered with the Ministry of Magic, so need to stay in custody and be punished.All his family members will also be locked up for inspection. If the inspection results are true, they will all be guilty.

Fletta and Draco hadn't spoken yet, and Auston, who had been fighting all night and became extremely irritable, immediately lost his temper. Punishment?He hasn't settled with the bastard who detained his son, and now he delivered it to his door?He sneered and didn't leave, he stayed in the Ministry of Magic, took his wife and son directly to the court where the Ministry of Magic hadn't opened early in the morning, kicked open the gate, and the hooligan dragged the person blocking the way to the place Sit in the presiding judge's seat.

He picked up the phone in the courtroom and called: "Francis! You bastard, bring people over to the UK, bring as many people as you can, my son was bullied! My son was bullied and I If you can't make it through, if you can't make it with me, you can't make it with your family, and that means we, the people of the whole country, can't make it through!...What, bring 5000 people here? Let them wait first, this broken British court is too small and too shabby to hold so many people!"

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and the expression on the faces of the jury who rushed over was cruel. He was like Nero, the Roman tyrant of the century, sitting tall and watching the group of idiots about to be burned die.Finally, his eyes looked at a pink middle-aged woman, dark gray pupils without a trace of warmth.

Umbridge's voice was trembling, looking at this extremely arrogant man screaming: "Get down, you can't sit there! Who are you!"

"Didn't you ask me to come? That's why I came." Auston didn't have a smile on his face, with deep contempt, "You wait, you will have to pay the price if you dare to bully my son."

In less than 3 minutes, a crowd of people stood at the entrance of the British Ministry of Magic. They were uniformly dressed in dark blue suits. The fabrics were extremely expensive, and a small farm could be bought for a foot.Wearing black cloaks, they didn't look like coming in the wind and rain. Instead, they looked like the famous French knight army in the middle ages. Every member was noble and invincible.There are men and women, the men's cuffs are embroidered with a blue arc, and the women's faces are like goddesses in Greek statues. They wear delicate little hats on their heads, and the brims of the hats are decorated with sky-blue feathers and gray gems.

The Aurors stopped them with astonishment and even tried to drive them out.However, before his hand touched the leading man, a blonde girl came out and stopped him with a hand in silk gloves.The Auror was taken aback. This girl had a gentle body curve like a spring ridge, and the eyes protruding from under the hat were like sapphires in the Temple of Venus.

"Hello."

"Hello..." Auror found that the girl's English was not very standard, with some strange retroflex sounds. "You are?"

Elizabeth Ramell showed a communicative smile, her red lips were like cherries: "We are the Ramell family, and we have been summoned by a great man. Please take us to your court."

Auror was fascinated by such a beautiful girl, but he didn't forget that he was still working: "What about the Ramell family, who are you?" He looked directly at the leader.

Elizabeth stopped him: "If you want to talk to him, only your ministers are qualified. Now please take us to court, okay?"

The Auror's eyes lost focus, and he stared at Elizabeth's face for two seconds, then nodded as if he was bewildered by her beauty, and his whole body was a little bit floating to lead the way.

Aisha Ramell said enviously behind her back: "The Veela bloodline is so useful."

"Tais-toi (shut up)"

Fleta took a random seat and watched Umbridge hopping angrily.He turned to his mother, "What does my father want to do?"

Cecilia felt a little helpless: "I will vent my anger on you."

Fletta was a little strange, but Draco understood that he must have his own capital to be so arrogant. For example, the phone call that Auston made just now was very problematic. It seemed that he was calling someone who could talk to the British Ministry of Magic. The person who contends must be extraordinary.He sat there with a fake smile. His father said that there are always some people in the Ministry of Magic who are very pedantic and always like to confront him. It seems that today he can watch a good show in silence.As for the outcome - Draco believed that it must not be bad for them, so he began to look forward to it.

Mrs. Hill sighed and said hesitantly to Fletta: "In fact, your father's family background is... not bad, but he is relatively out of line. People in his family have been hoping that he can go back these years, but he is unwilling. It is the first time he has met these people in so many years."

"Does Dad obey the family?"

"No, the family obeys him." Cecilia was rarely speechless.

The Ramell family appeared in the court of the Ministry of Magic in a mighty way. They looked up at Oston who was sitting on the highest seat, and there was no strange look in their eyes. The arcs of color touched their chests, the women took off their hats, their wrists were as soft as willow branches, and their knees were slightly bent. They saluted Auston Hill together.After finishing all this, he turned around again, looked at Fleta who was sitting, and performed a small arc of etiquette again - Fleta's eyes widened in fright.

Auston seemed to have gotten used to it, he knocked on the table, like the most majestic monarch: "It's time to start."

Everyone took their seats one after another. A new Auror didn't know about the eminence of the Ramell family. There was no reason why so many officials and jurors didn't know about it.That is the great nobleman of France, there is no royal family in France, and the few noblemen left after Louis XVI was pushed to the guillotine are the masters of the French magic world.The largest Lamer family represents the sea, and has been married to the Rattle family representing the earth for generations. They are regarded as the most powerful and powerful.On weekdays, there are only certain occasions when Britain and France communicate with each other, and Lamer will send people to the UK to visit friendship and mutual trust. It is almost unprecedented that so many people have come now. What is this for?

A prosecutor stood up with a trembling voice, and as he did his duty began to report the crimes Fleta Hill had committed and which laws he had broken.But he was interrupted by Auston before he finished speaking. His reason was well-founded: "Where did you see that my son is British! Why do you have to abide by your broken British laws!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, and the prosecutor was dumbfounded: "He, he is not from the UK..."

"I am a pure French native born and raised in France, the kind that can be dragged out as a specialty product. My wife has been from Northern Europe and Iceland for eight generations! You say my son is British?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment—of course, if you are not British, you don’t need to register animagus in the UK, so of course there is no crime, and even if there is a mistake, the extradition regulations should be implemented and it is not their responsibility.

Another juror stood up, his voice trembling: "But even if Freita Hill is French, it would be illegal to not register an Animagus in France..."

"Heh, I know quite a lot." Alston sneered, and the hammer of the trial slammed hard and made a loud noise, "Where is Francis the thief?"

The man headed by the Ramell family had an ugly complexion. He was extremely handsome, with dark gray hair and ice blue eyes.According to Elizabeth, he is a noble person that only Cornelius Fudge can approach. Francis Ramell was originally the patriarch of the Ramell family this year, but he dared not get up when Auston called him. In the voices of little girls like Elsa holding back their laughter, he coughed: "Jem'enoccupe."

"speak English!"

Why does he speak English as a Frenchman? Do you think everyone is the same as you?Let the French aristocrats do nothing, warm their beds in England with their wives and children in their arms.But Francis Ramell had to obey: "Here I am."

"Now, just pull out a piece of paper and register it for my son."

"...Okay, Your Majesty." As he spoke, he took a small book from Elizabeth and registered Freita Hill's Animagus.

The legislative power and part of the administrative power of the French Ministry of Magic are still in the hands of the nobles, so even if such behavior seems ridiculous, everyone present at the British Ministry of Magic has no way to say anything.

Alston nodded, his eyes swept down: "Now, is my son still guilty? Who has something to say!"

There was silence in the room, and everyone was hurt by his arrogant arrogance.Cecilia was helpless for a while, but in the end she still smiled on the table.

"Is there no one? Okay, very good." Alston nodded, "Then let's figure it out one by one. The following matters involve international relations, and the French court will take over temporarily from now on." The voice just finished Then, the members of the Ramell family stood up. They politely but decisively invited the officials from their seats. They sat next to Auston and became the judges and prosecutors beside the court.

Everyone was in an uproar. They looked at Auston and couldn't figure out who he was for a moment. If he was a great person, no one had ever heard his name.But if he is just an unknown person, how can he shout at the Ramel family like this?

However, what surprised them even more was still behind. Auston slammed the judge's hammer gracefully, as if he completely dominated the place. His eyes flashed a trace of gold and looked at the pink woman: "Now I file a lawsuit , to sue Dolores Umbridge - because according to witnesses, she once forced my son to engrave on his body: I ​​came from a lowly background. Now I use her to insult and trample on the dignity of the French nobles, and to destroy the diplomatic relations and friendship between the two countries and the She will be detained for the crime of hurting the descendants of blue blood nobles (1)!"

Everyone was dumb for a moment. Two young men in blue suits stepped down from their seats and directly detained the screaming Umbridge. In the end, a handsome red-haired guy got impatient because she struggled too much. He raised his hand and slapped her violently.The voice was so loud that it almost hit everyone in the face, and Umbridge was even stunned.

A female official of the British Ministry of Magic stood up and said tremblingly: "You can't do this, this is in England, you can't be so arrogant!"

"I can." Alston looked at her coldly, "We can both. If there is a war or the relationship between Britain and France breaks down, I can accept your declaration on behalf of France. Since you think I am arrogant, why don't you With my consent, forcibly taking away my son, taking away our precious and rare descendants and detaining a 12-year-old child, isn’t it too much for you?”

Everyone became dumb again, and Alston looked at Umbridge who was tied to the chair as if he was looking at a dead person: "I don't care how dark and pedantic you are, if you can't clean up some things, you dare to touch us On the head, you must be prepared to be trampled and confessed."

The author has something to say:

(1)

Lihuo Jianren is giving you a history lesson~

blue blood nobility

The ancient Spanish royal family believed that blue blood flowed through the nobles. Castilian nobles Xuancheng’s blood is the most noble and pure. Because the nobles do not engage in manual labor, their skin is white, and the veins appear blue under the skin. European nobles like to use it. various silverware

Because silver itself kills viruses and bacteria, the skin is fair and delicate

Blue-purple veins are clearly visible

Others thought it was argyria or lead poisoning.

(2)

Why make up a family that doesn't exist?

Because it's just my imagination

If possible, I would still write about HP, I would not write about the boys who went to school in Hogwarts in French Beauxbaton girls' school

Hahahahaha

Hahahahahaha

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, his throat was stuck in the cough, the blue blood noble Latte, and sent Sao Nian to the girl school to learn to be a lady teenager.

Married to the Ramell family as a wife

The husband was the red-haired, blue-eyed boy who had a bad temper and beat Umbridge.

nephew of francis

amount

There are a lot of original plots in the back

scratching head

Fan, I still want to have a good time when I am not OOC, please forgive me

can spank me

If the plot is unsatisfactory, if you think there is something wrong with the Three Views, tell me and I will change it. Don't give up treatment for me! !