[hp] Dragon Training

The golden snitch opened its wings and took off to the sky in an instant, and disappeared in an instant. Two streamers of light flew past, followed by chasing the little golden ball across the sky.

It was almost impossible to tell who was in front and who was behind. The two rays of light, one gold and one silver, were like shooting stars.Fleta rode his Silver Star and felt the wind blowing from the speeding so fast that he could barely open his eyes, but he didn't dare to relax, because the Golden Snitch was too small, and he would miss it if he was not careful.He gritted his teeth and was no longer too close to the people around him, but lowered the silver star broom a little bit. The slightly offset distance made his flying posture a little unbalanced, but he seemed to have expected this a long time ago.

Draco, who was riding the "flying dragon", didn't even look at him, and even accelerated without adjusting the angle. The amazing thing about this new type of broom is not only its speed like a flying star, but also its special The streamlined construction allows it to shift slightly with the driver's intentions.The Golden Snitch jumped up and down not far away, but always kept a fixed shadow in his eyes.

Suddenly the Golden Snitch began to descend rapidly, and Draco watched the little golden ball fly close to the ground with a twitch of his eyelids.Fleta laughed and continued to lean the broom forward, because he was already ready to descend, so he had to be one step faster than Draco. When he was close to the golden ball, he tried to reach out, but he couldn't touch it anyway. No, in the end Fletta was heartbroken and tried to stand up directly.

The boy stepped on the silver star, and when he was very close to the ground, he jumped suddenly and grabbed it with his hands in the air, and immediately landed on the grass and rolled several times.However, when he opened his palm, it was empty, and he didn't catch the Snitch at all.

Fletta couldn't believe it. He turned around suddenly, and saw the senior with a cold face flying at low altitude, holding a small golden ball with folded wings in his hand.

Fletta's eyes widened: "How is it possible!"

"Silver Star is different from Flying Dragon. Flying Dragon is more about speed and impact, while Silver Star is more stable. Both are professional brooms for competitions. One is designed for seekers and the other is designed for hitters. What do you think?" De Laco said coldly, "You are so courageous, who told you to stand on the broom and take off, are you dying?"

Fletta scratched her head: "I learned this trick from Krum... that's not fair! I saw you approaching, but our bodies should be at the same position from the Golden Snitch!"

"..." Draco's voice was cold, "Who made you short-handed?"

Fletta was not discouraged when he lost. Although he lost more than he won today, he really enjoyed playing like never before.It's already a holiday, the senior fulfilled his promise and personally came to his parents to invite him to his house to play. Draco is a school-level three-good student and outstanding student and a good award-winning college cadre. Such an excellent student came to invite his son in person. Presumably, he also takes him very seriously in his heart, and it is impossible for a mother not to be unhappy.

After Mrs. Hill agreed with a smile, she went to pack Fletta's luggage, and dragged away her husband who was full of opposition and clamor.Auston was still very reluctant when Fletta was about to leave, and hoped that his son would change his mind pitifully: "Aren't you going camping with me this year?"

"Do not."

An arrow was stuck in Dad's heart, and he asked unwillingly, "Then why don't you go catch fish with me?"

"Do not."

With two arrows stuck in Dad's heart, he still asked unwillingly, "Then we won't hold the ghost story tea party this summer, buddy?"

"Do not."

Three arrows were pierced in Dad's heart, and Auston went crazy, pointing to Draco who was helping Fletta with his luggage and stood silently watching them, and said sadly: "Ahhhhh, you just say, I still want him!"

"He." Fletta didn't hesitate for a second.

Dad fell to the ground, vomiting blood and died.The cold leaves scattered all over the dragon's face, and the dragon cub's rebellion broke the dragon's heart.Fletta didn't stop laughing, reached out and hugged her father, and patted her: "I'll be back after a few days, let's play together again then, Dad. I know you can't do without me, right?"

Alston whimpered and wanted to say something, but was dragged away by his wife.Mrs. Hill's eyes were fierce, and she showed a smile: "Mr. Malfoy, Fletta has caused you trouble, I hope you can take good care of him." After finishing speaking, she closed the door of the house, and the big dragon who was still trying to reach out to stop her son blocked.

Fletta still wants to laugh thinking about this paragraph now. He misses his father a little bit, and wonders if he secretly hides and cries.But he had a great time at Draco's house. This was the first time he had stayed at a classmate's house. Both Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa treated him very well.As Draco had promised, he played Quidditch for almost the entire holiday, making up for the regret of being suspended last semester.

The gray-eyed Slytherin took out two long sticks from the Quidditch ball box and handed one to Draco: "Sir, let's practice."

Draco raised his eyebrows and waved the wooden stick: "Isn't it a bit cruel to you?"

"I just like you being cruel to me, come on, don't stop." Fletta said with a serious face.

"..." Draco looked numb, "Tell me, what are the rules of the game?"

Fletta stuck out his tongue, and he himself was a little embarrassed: "Let the Bludger go, whoever hits the broom first wins."

"Simple and rude." Draco commented lightly, "But I like it."

"I knew you liked rough stuff," Fleta continued.

"..." Draco stiffened all over, and finally pulled the corner of his mouth forcefully, "I hope you don't follow Mr. Alston to read some strange novels, please promise me." Seeing his innocent face and saying strange words, Really really challenging the bottom line.

Fletta blinked: "Oh, well OuO."

Draco gave him a look full of distrust. In the third year of the nobles, they would probably prepare a veela for the growing little wizards in the basement for mental health education.But this little monster family education model seems to be a bit biased by Auston. Veela is definitely gone, and I probably read a few of the messy novels in the underground library.

Draco thought about it, a little embarrassed.But anyway, it is a matter of his own family, so it is not good to bother with him. He raised his hand to open the belt that bound the Bludger. Suddenly, a house-elf appeared beside them out of thin air, and bowed deeply to Draco. .

Draco frowned slightly, and withdrew his hand on the strap: "What's wrong?"

"Master, the master asks you to pack up your things and go out with him." The elf bent her waist a little lower.

Draco's gray-blue eyes deepened a bit, and he nodded with a serious expression on his face: "I see, I'll be there in a while."

Seeing the house elf disappearing from sight after saluting, Draco softened his voice and said to Fletta: "I have something to do, I can't play today. You stay at home with my mother, you don't have to wait for me to eat tonight, You can talk to the elf if you want anything."

Fletta is not the kind of willful child who pesters others, he nodded and waved obediently: "Okay, senior, come back early."

The phrase "Come back early" seemed to please Draco a bit, his stern Greek sculpture-like face softened a bit, and he revealed a shallow smile: "Okay."

Draco and Lucius did not come back during dinner, and Fleta had dinner with Narcissa.The dinner was sumptuous, and Aunt Narcissa personally cooked him a beautiful baked pudding cake. Although it was delicious, Fletta kept looking at the door while eating.

Narcissa smiled: "Don't wait for them, eat quickly."

After eating a big mouthful of cake with some pudding sauce on the spoon, Fletta put the silver spoon into his mouth and thought to himself, Draco and Uncle Lucius went out frequently these days, and every time he came back, he seemed a little tired.Fletta wanted to ask several times but failed to ask, which made him a little worried.

Maybe it was funny to see Freita holding a spoon, Narcissa hadn't seen Draco's son do that since he was three years old.The beautiful lady said softly: "Don't think too much, caring is good, but when a person is silent, it may be the time when he is trying to protect you secretly. I have experienced this kind of thing too much. Much, I'm used to it."

Fletta nodded, half understanding, and smiled at Aunt Narcissa.He has opened a little longer than when he was in the second grade, and his light gray eyes are a little darker, as if someone wiped the fog from the glass.His face gradually became clear and his outline became refined.A vacation of Quidditch had made him taller quickly, and now he looked a little like a teenager.

The more Narcissa looked at him, the more she liked him. The lady bent her pure black eyes: "May I make you a cherry pie tomorrow?"

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Sisi~"

Fleta was a light sleeper that night, and he didn't dare to let himself fall into a deep sleep, so he opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps and the slight creak of the floorboards.Fleta sat up directly from the bed, put on her slippers and went out.

Draco's room was very close to his guest room, and he walked through a dark corridor to see that the door of his room was not closed, and the light illuminated a short orange-yellow section of the dark corridor.Fleta walked over lightly, watching Draco pour some water into the glass with his back turned, the coat he had worn out was thrown on the chair casually, and the well-fitting shirt looked from behind and stretched his gradually strengthening back It is very clear, the beautiful arc extends from the back of the neck to the waist and is blocked by the pants, which looks ascetic and sexy|sexy.

Fletta looked at him for two seconds and said softly, "I thought you said you would come back sooner?"

Draco was a little surprised that he hadn't slept so late, but there were not many expressions on his face. He took a sip of water to relieve some fatigue: "So you want to condemn me?"

"Of course not." Fletta slumped her shoulders. "I just want to know what happened?"

Draco glanced at him, smiled and shook his head and put the empty glass back on the table.He didn't know that he was extremely handsome, his gradually mature face was full of masculinity, and his temperament was noble and elegant. When he smiled and shook his head, there was an intoxicating power that made it difficult to move his eyes away.

Fleta was a little pissed, he sat directly on Draco's bed, and didn't ask him any more questions for a while.Draco's room was not as luxurious as imagined, there was no gold for the floor and silver for the walls, and no gems to decorate every corner.On the contrary, it has a very neat and tidy taste.His room had two full shelves of books, and even a cubicle for potions.There are many horrifying black magic props neatly placed on a shelf, and this place is almost a small library.There is only one bed in the whole room, which looks more magnificent.Fleta lay directly on the senior's bed, and then began to drill into his quilt.

When Draco came out after a brief wash, he saw a bulging bag on his bed, and Fletta wrapped himself up like a silkworm chrysalis.He was not angry, but smiled mockingly: "I have seen many people who want to climb on my bed, and you are the neatest one."

Fletta fell asleep on her side, looked at the books on the shelf, and suddenly said, "Order of the Phoenix."

"what?"

"You and Uncle Lucius are going out because of the Order of the Phoenix, are you planning something, aren't you?" Fletta said quietly, "My mother promised me to come to your house very simply, like She had to send me to nursery in an emergency..."

"Nursery..." Draco seemed a little interested in the title, and then smiled mockingly. "It seems that my family is very satisfactory to you?"

"That's not what I meant..." Fletta sat up directly, "I'm just worried about you, I'm more worried about your safety than whether I'm safe or not. Don't always think about protecting me, I want to protect you too of."

Draco looked at him for a few seconds: "Protect me?"

Fleta thought that he might have misunderstood it again, but the senior looked away and smiled. The smile was pleasant, and the gray-blue eyes were no longer cold.Draco went directly to the bedside and pulled the lamp and fell asleep under the quilt. In the darkness, his voice was low and sweet: "We are looking for Horcruxes."

Hearing this familiar term, Fletta was silent for a second: "Are you going to destroy the Horcrux directly, and then kill Voldemort?"

"It's not easy." Fletta heard Draco sigh softly in the darkness, "We went to many places, but we didn't find a Horcrux. It's like finding a needle in a haystack, it's too difficult."

Fleta felt the senior's tired voice, and his heart tightened. He put his hand on the back of the senior's hand, trying to transmit strength to him.Draco felt a soft hand on himself, and after a second of silence, he stretched out his hand and embraced the little boy who was much younger than him.

"Father used his contacts to check Tom Riddle's life experience, and only then did he know that he is actually a half-breed." Draco rested his chin on Fletta's head, a little satisfied with the feeling of the person holding him, no longer It was as soft as cotton candy as before, but gradually became more flexible, like a branch that had just been twirled. Draco showed a tired mocking smile, "We have been ruled by a half-breed for so long, is it true?" Isn't it funny?"

Hearing the senior's heartbeat, Fletta calmed down a bit, and said softly, "It's not funny. Then?"

"We found his family and came to the Gaunts. I thought that according to the Dark Lord's mind, out of respect for the last blood of Slytherin, he would definitely leave a Horcrux at the Gaunts...but no. "Draco frowned, and his voice was very cold, "We have searched the ancestral home of the Gaunt family, searched every piece of jewelry, and even found the ancestral ring of the Gaunt family, but there is no evidence of black magic or soul. trace."

"did not find?"

"did not find."

"Don't worry, Draco." Feeling his agitation, Fletta sighed softly and rubbed against his chest.

Draco felt a little itchy from being rubbed by him, pressed him to keep him still, he hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said what he had always suspected.

"One day I suddenly felt a very timid feeling... That feeling was not that I was intimidated by others, but that I seemed to have neglected and forgotten a terrible thing, and my subconscious was forcing myself to remember it quickly, but I just Can't grasp the details. The premonition of impending bad consequences makes me a little... uneasy."

"Need me to kiss you?"

"No need." Draco's voice was numb.

Fletta closed her eyes: "Senior, after Cedric died, you once stood in front of the French window and told me that Lord Voldemort seems to be a god in the eyes of some people, but not in my eyes, my god will always be only one person."

He paused and continued: "He's not invincible, and he doesn't have immortality. He split his soul into seven, but we still killed the diary and locket, right? He's not invincible, he's Just a... mortal of flesh and blood."

"Sounds very reasonable." Draco raised the corner of his mouth silently in the darkness. "Go to bed early, tomorrow I will go to the Blackburn family's house with my father."

"Take me with you? I'll be with you the whole vacation, you promised."

"Looks like you've been lonely enough by yourself, little boy."

Fletta pouted and finally whispered when Draco was about to fall asleep: "I'm ten centimeters taller than last semester..."

The author has something to say: Prompt

There are a lot of original plots in the back

And the brain hole is a bit too big

really big

But it's true that I've been foreshadowing

If it is still possible...

The following passage is imposed by me

I just saw Alan Rickman who played Severus Snape died of cancer yesterday at the age of 69 crying

tears like rain

When my mother saw me crying like this, she ran in and hugged me in a hurry, and now she couldn't stop crying and wrote this passage.

I've been watching Harry Potter since I was 11

I liked him from the first time I saw him,

Although he is all black,

Although he is strict

He is one of my favorite characters in hp

I saw him corner Professor Lodge in the first part to stop the curse

I saw him put Draco behind him in the second film and make Harry back off to deal with Black Snake himself

I saw him face the werewolf in the third part and subconsciously protect the three children behind him

I saw him fall into Harry's arms

i saw him lift lily potter all over

and i never hated him

And my nickname is Lily.

How many times have I cried for him...but he really walked away for the second time this time...

instead of staring at harry and saying you have your mother's eyes

but was taken away by cancer

heartbroken

Cruciating

I have decided not to be a VIP for this article,

Light a candle for Alan Kleiman here

Sending off to my favorite teacher in my life.

Although you are gone,

Your flesh is tormented,

your soul is pure

how many days and nights

Saying your name with you

We are thinking of you and may your soul return to peace.

professor,

You said you could teach us how to raise reputation, brew glory, and even

prevent death.

Hope to receive your handwritten admission notice in the next life.

I wish to be your student,

Whether learning potions or black magic,

Whether you are harsh or not,

I deeply love you.

ALWAYS.

professor! !

Heaven is safe, have a good journey.