[hp] Dragon Training

Minister Lucius did not go to Black's old house with his son because of an emergency meeting.Draco didn't say much about it, and went to Black's house alone with Fretta and his pet and rang the doorbell.It was Mrs. Hill who came out to open the door. She first smiled at them, then was surprised, and then was angry.

Mrs. Hill obviously didn't expect that there was a person behind Draco: "Fleta, why are you here?"

"Um, because..."

Draco said directly, "I brought him here."

Cecilia was a little unhappy: "But..."

"I understand that you don't want him to be involved in this matter, but he was indeed one of the members who fought against the Dark Lord, the Death Eater, under the Ministry of Magic that night. Overprotection will only be counterproductive, and he already knows a lot of things It doesn't make any sense to hide what's next from him in the future."

Fletta stood up directly: "Mom, I'm a boy, don't think of me as a delicate little girl."

"But I don't think I'm so fragile." A clear female voice came from behind them.

Fletta's eyes lit up: "Ginny! You're here too!"

Ginny snorted with a smile: "Fleta, I'm glad to see you before the new semester. You have grown a lot, and everyone is inside, come on."

Fletta glanced at her mother, smiled and walked in with her.Cecilia felt a little helpless when she saw her son happily running in, and she said to Draco: "I don't want you to take this matter as a joke, after all, our enemies are very terrible, and even all our actions so far It's all dangerous."

"Ma'am, Ollivander's wand shop was attacked by Death Eaters, and they attacked the Muggle world yesterday evening, destroying a bridge in London causing many casualties."

Cecilia froze for a moment, standing there leaning slightly against the wall.This posture makes her look very intellectual: "Why did he do this?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because You-Know-Who has always hated Muggles..." Draco didn't know how to describe it, and he looked serious, "Ma'am, I never took things about You-Know-Who as a joke. In fact, I am very cautious about him. I hate him, I hate him, because I think many things he does are ridiculous and meaningless, he is simply a lunatic. I can't figure out why so many people are willing to follow him... I'm sorry ma'am." He realized that he had slipped his words.

Mrs. Hill looked at the regrowth mark on the scar on her left wrist, she shook her head and said quietly, "It's okay. Draco, you're only saying that because you haven't seen him before."

"Like before?" Draco frowned.

"A head of black hair is as mysterious as a dark night, a pair of eyes is as deep as a black lake (1), every glance has the power to seduce the soul. Every gesture is full of the breath of a king, a natural leader, and his magic power is unprecedented. .No matter what aspects are amazing, as long as he speaks to you, his deep voice will make you fall in love with him, as long as he looks at you and smiles, you will never be able to extricate yourself in this life.” Cecilia closed Closing his eyes, recalling that scene, he sighed deeply, "With all due respect, Draco, unless you are five years older, even you will be hard to match him, because he is the most perfect I have ever seen people."

"Even if he's just a half-breed?"

Cecilia was silent for a second, and said firmly, "Even if he's just a half-breed."

Draco fell into silence, his thinking and silent appearance is very beautiful, like those stone statues in the temple that will not be destroyed for thousands of years, no matter how long your eyes stay on him, he will not care, It's so cold that it's a bit chilling.

Mrs. Hill looked at him, and for some reason, she remembered the Dark Lord when she was young. Maybe the young man in front of her was very different from the mysterious man, but they both had the same power that people couldn't take their eyes off.

……

The lunch at Blake's old house was very sumptuous. Ever since Sirius brought Regulus back and buried him in the ancestral grave, Kreacher's attitude towards the current head of the house was no longer as indifferent and rebellious as before, and he almost obeyed him. And contracted all the housework, and took care of Black's old house in an orderly manner.

It is said that Sirius once came home late at night, facing the old lady Black who kept cursing, he didn't say a word, until he accepted all her accusations and curses, he almost tremblingly called out: "Mom..."

At that moment, the Black family was completely quiet. The old lady seemed to have lost all her voice for a moment. She stared at the prodigal son who turned back for a moment. Her dark eyes couldn't see any more emotions because they were oil paintings. .Since then, Blake's previous mistress has been very quiet, sometimes just sitting there silently, looking coldly at every guest who comes to the house.

Fletta thought, if what maintains the portrait activity is only a period of obsession after death, then what is Mrs. Black's obsession?Does she want to see her family back?Does she love Sirius?

Sirius Black looked at Fleta who was in a daze. He actually liked this child quite a lot.He already regarded Harry as his own son, but he still had a good look at Fleta.Watching him slowly eat the vanilla ice cream in front of him, he smiled and said, "What are you thinking, kid?"

"Hmm..." Fletta came back to her senses, she couldn't help touching Sirius's heartache, and changed the question sensibly, "Why didn't you see Harry? Isn't he coming to eat?"

"Harry was invited away by Dumbledore, who said he was asking him to help with a task. Actually, he was asking someone..." Sirius shrugged, "Your Defense Against the Dark Arts class will have another teacher next semester. "

Fletta was not very surprised, he had already seen how often Hogwarts changed the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, it was called a quick and ruthless one: "Then I pray for a lovable, gentle to the students, and not A teacher who likes to assign homework."

This sentence earned Draco who was sitting next to him a cold snort: "Why don't you ask the ice cream seller in Diagon Alley to teach you?"

"Okay, okay!" Fletta's eyes lit up.

"So what do you want to learn, Mr. Hill?" Draco glared at him, "How to make various flavors of ice cream and how to sell ice cream?"

"Sounds good OUO!" Fletta was excited, and even folded her hands together and began to pray, "I hope the teacher of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is Mrs. Lisa who sells ice bullies at Diagon Alley!"

Draco laughed angrily, and scratched his snow-white hair hard when he saw him like that.

Sirius thought of their personnel transfer this year, and a look of distress for Fletta appeared in his eyes.He said aside: "Hey, eat less ice cream, it will damage your teeth!"

"But I like to eat, and my teeth are very good."

Draco frowned, and didn't show much face to his uncle: "It's none of your business." He said and gave Fletta the ice cream scoop in his bowl.

Sirius wasn't angry either, after all, in his eyes, they were all children, and he still liked children, even though his nephew was a little too close.He thought for a while and changed an interesting topic: "After lunch in a while, do you want to go to the street to play?"

Of course Fletta is willing, but he still smiled politely, and now he looks more and more like a Slytherin: "Why? Is there anything very interesting?"

As soon as the words fell, a pair of red-haired twins across the table laughed out loud.Their smiles were a little smug, and they looked at Fleta a little secretly.Little Slytherin smiled slightly: "Did something happen?"

Fred Weasley laughed: "I've had enough of studying, and I dropped out of Hogwarts this year after discussing it with my parents!"

Before Fletta was surprised, George Weasley said with a smile: "Then we started a business and opened a store in Diagon Alley!" Then he glanced at his brother, and the two identical people were proud Say: "The Weasley Brothers Weird Joke Shop!"

"..." Draco put down the tableware in his hand, otherwise he might cause a murder.He looked at Sirius who also had a smug face, "You invested."

Sirius was surprised: "How can you be so sure?"

"The Weasley family is poor, and Ron Weasley can't even buy a proper broom. Where did he get the money to open a shop in Diagon Alley, where every inch of land is expensive? Can he do such a thing so arrogantly in such a tense time?" , I can’t think of anyone other than a Gryffindor with a lot of money and a big heart.” Draco’s voice seemed to be frozen, “Ollivander’s shop was just destroyed, and now almost everyone Danger to yourself. What are you crazy about?"

"That's why we're having some fun!"

"Little Malfoy, you are so gloomy!"

"A cold face every day will always make you look ten years older."

"Happily smiling and enjoying the moment is our essence!"

Hearing the twins' words, Draco's face was a little dark, and he wanted to reprimand them, but at this moment he saw Fleta smiling and looking at the twins, looking very happy and looking forward to it.The words he was going to say were swallowed in his stomach at once, and Draco's face calmed down a little.

Sirius looked at the changes in his nephew with a strange expression, and seemed to feel that his relationship with Fleta was a bit unusual.

After lunch, they went to Diagon Alley as agreed. Although Fletta didn't come here often, she was surprised that this bustling street turned out to be so depressed.This street can be regarded as one of the busiest places in the wizarding world. From the street to the end of the street, you can see a lot of things and empty your pockets for Galleons.But now there is only one open shop, Weasley's Weird Joke Shop.

The store opened by the Weasley brothers has inherited their perfect characteristics of mischief, and various unexpected decorations appear in various places in the store. As soon as Fleta looked up, she was dumbfounded to see the Umbridge-shaped doll talking loudly. People were screaming and looking hilarious.There are also many products in the store. There are dozens of mischief candies alone, with various uses and tastes.All kinds of unexpected magic props for manipulating people are also unheard of.The not-so-small store is full of people who come in to purchase and experience, not even just children. It seems that just as George and Fred said, people in stressful times really need happiness.

The twins accepted every guest enthusiastically, and when they saw Fleta, they quickly recommended several toys.Fletta thought it was fun, rolled her eyes and laughed out loud, but she didn't have time to say what toy she wanted, she just sighed softly: "You guys are really great."

"Of course!" Fred shrugged and pushed George suddenly.

George understood immediately. He smiled and asked Draco who was looking around here: "Malfoy, what do you think?"

"Squeeze." Draco frowned, his face a little blue.He didn't like this kind of place with too many people, it was noisy and noisy, and he felt like he had fallen into a big pot of boiling soup.

Fred: "So do you have any plans to invest?"

"No." Draco directly refused with a pale face.His family has enough property and wealth, why invest in such a crowded prank shop.

"It's a pity." George pretended to show a frustrated expression, "I also thought that if I were a shareholder, I would be the first to use a fun new product in the future."

That "you" made Draco's eyebrows twitch, and he suddenly understood what the twins meant.He looked down at his junior student who was looking around with novel eyes and smiling all over his face, and suddenly fell silent.Fletta has never paid attention to what they were talking about Semir, and his attention was completely attracted by other interesting things. When Draco spoke again, his tone was a little more determined: "What kind of investment method?"

"We can discuss this slowly when we get home at night~" the twins said in unison, immediately seeing Draco as the benefactor.

"Now that we have reached a preliminary agreement."

"As a business, we should show our sincerity."

The twins followed suit and led them to the center of the store, where a pink plant that grew to the ceiling was softly spreading its branches indoors, its huge leaves were dragging some small bottles, and the whole plant was constantly bubbling shaped pink bubbles.

The veins on Draco's forehead popped out when he saw this one, and he knew what it was because he was good at potions.Sure enough, the twins proudly introduced: "Dangdang! Love potion! Why don't you give it a try, dear!"

Fletta was a little curious, and took a small bottle of pink potion from the leaf: "Love potion? What is that?"

"Sao Nian~ You are already in the third grade! You have grown up!"

"Are you troubled? Are you restless? Do you want to have an unforgettable love in the rainy season of youth?"

"Do you have someone you like? Does the person you like like you? Do you want to be cared for by the person you love?"

Fletta was dumbfounded, and saw the twins selling Amway put a bottle of love potion into his hand: "You need this, the sweet future is not a dream!"

Fletta: "..."

Draco's expression was not very good, he frowned and said to the twins: "If you recommend this kind of thing to him again, I will have to think about the investment." He took the things away, but the little Slytherin subconsciously withdrew his hand for some reason.

Draco was immediately displeased: "Give it to me."

"I think this bottle is very beautiful." Fleta said guiltily.

Draco and him looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally he withdrew his demanding hand, his eyes were cold: "It's too crowded here, I can't breathe. I'm going out for a walk, excuse me."

Fletta was taken aback, of course he would not let the senior leave alone, and immediately chased after him.Of course, the air outside the store was much fresher than that in the store, but Fletta's heart was still a little heavy.

After hearing the twins' introduction to the love potion, he was still a little confused, but when he saw the senior's face, he immediately lost his mind.He said he liked Draco countless times in the past two years, but he didn't fully know what the senior was thinking.In the dark Ministry of Magic that day, Draco declared his sovereignty to him in a rage, but it still didn't look like that... More often than not, he felt that Draco was indeed as he imagined Like a perfect older brother, endure him and let him protect him, worry about him and think about him, stand in front of him and set an example for him.

In the beginning, Fletta really wanted an older brother, but for some reason, she felt a little dissatisfied after she got it.

...does this person like me?Does he care about me?Do you like me like I like him?

Fleta was a little confused, and followed Draco without saying a word.

The storefronts all around were closed, presenting a scene of the Great Depression.Fletta walked on the side of the road and looked at a closed shop. It turned out to be a delicious ice cream shop. The owner was a gentle Aunt Lisa who always liked little wizards.Every time fletta was brought by daddy to buy ice cream, that lovely aunt would always add a new scoop of ice cream to her cone.

Fletta murmured: "... She won't really go to Hogwarts to teach us."

Draco stopped sharply when he heard what he was saying, and barely missed the gray-eyed Slytherin bumping into him, and Fretta rubbed his nose to hear his senior ask coldly, "What do you want a love potion for?"

"Forehead……"

"Pansy? Greenglass? Ginny Weasley? Hermione Granger? ... Catherine?" Draco almost said these names through gritted teeth.

Fleta was silent for a second or two, listening to him read the names one by one, watching his face grow colder as he read, the gray-eyed Slytherin smiled slightly, and told him sincerely and without detours: "No, Draco, I Just worrying about..."

"I'm worried that Hogwarts will come to Hogwarts in the new semester, if they don't blindly see the shining senior sitting next to me, and she also bought it from Mr. Weasley A bottle of love potion, what if you want to do the same thing as me?"

Draco fell silent for a moment, and Fleta looked at him with picturesque eyes, as if waiting for him to give her an answer.However, the senior still had no expression on his face. He glanced at the small glass bottle that Fletta usurped in his palm and said, "You don't need this."

Fleta pricked up his ears to hear what he had to say next, but Draco just stared at him for a moment before turning around and saying nothing more.Fletta was very disappointed, he pulled the corner of the senior's cloak under his hips and shoulders to play tricks: "Hey, hey, prefect-captain-senior-say more words--"

However, Draco never turned around, his ears were a little red until he looked closely, and he dragged him forward slowly and with difficulty as if there was no resistance.

Fletta didn't give up, he had a straight temper, and he couldn't do anything that made love hard to say.As a result, just as he was about to hang on, he suddenly saw a piece of clothing out of the corner of his eyes, and his whole body became stiff.

Fletta immediately turned her head to look at an alley, remembering the slightly familiar figure and frowned deeply: "Draco... I seem to have seen Catherine just now..."

The author has something to say: (1)

A head of black hair is as mysterious as a dark night, and a pair of eyes are as deep as a black lake. It corresponds to the sentence in the prophecy poem: Black eyes bring you light. It is a metaphor that only when Voldemort's eyes are black, he is rational and capable. Charming.

People were impressed by his black eyes and followed him willingly.

I saw a very knowledgeable baby who said

Lamer, Rattle, "La" refers to the in English, which means a specific meaning. Is Hill not added to look a little special?

……

this, uh

In fact, the stupid author doesn’t know French, so it’s because of Baidu’s translation.

Add a "pull" in front of Hill

La Xier doesn't sound very nice~

woke up this morning

disheveled

Pale

Red and swollen eyes

chills

My brother brushes his teeth and sees me

He: Sister, have you been sucked dry by the demon?

Me: Is it for the male demon to suck my yang energy?

He: I guess it’s for dried eggs...

i glanced at him

Me: Then suck it, remember to have a good job

Him: Is the mouthpart okay?I'll catch a few mosquitoes and put them on your arms while you're asleep, to make sure you'll live well and make your heart itchy.

……

dear brother.

I was crying and calling the director yesterday

Director: What's up, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying if your husband is not dead yet! ?

Me: My favorite teacher is dead na woo woo woo woo!

Director: The dead are like a husband, day and night.Death is the beginning of another period, and the next life will be reincarnated as your moth.

I:……

my husband.

Director: Hey, why?

Me: I heard it’s popular now, it’s easy to get married after your husband dies.

Director: Honey?

I:?

Director: Let me go back and bring you some special products.

Me: Hehehe, what are you doing?

Director: How come?Who am I with you?

Me: Hehehe what special product?

Director: I just learned a new set of Chenjiagou Taijiquan, a specialty of Henan, which combines Taiji Wuji Sword with the characteristics of my hometown.Remember to wash your head at the beginning of school, baby.

I:……

correct

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