[hp] Dragon Training

Draco knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office with great force. He seemed to refuse to hug the little guy who became a ferret instead of him all the way here. Fingers pinched the soft skin on the back of its neck.

Fleta found it amusing to be dangled, trying to climb up Draco's wobbly sleeves as he walked, or to grab the hem of his clothes.But he hadn't been successful all the way, which almost aroused his desire to challenge, but even if he planed vigorously in the air with his four legs, he still couldn't achieve his goal in the end.

After getting the "Come in" command, Draco strode to Dumbledore's desk, and threw the fluffy thing in his hand in front of the headmaster like a schoolbag.Mr. Principal was obviously still writing a letter, but when he was about to drip wax to seal the letter, he was suddenly interrupted, and the melted wax drops almost scalded the silver-white little guy.

Dumbledore was also a little surprised, and looked at the person from the half-moon-shaped eyes: "Hello, Mr. Malfoy, what can I do?"

Draco sneered, his eyes filled with anger: "Professor, please look at this ridiculous ball of hair in front of you, this should be a first-grade child, but was turned into a ferret by Professor Moody for no reason! Suppose With the existence of Hogwarts school rules, I never knew that a professor was allowed to raise his wand at the school? This is an insult! This is a brutal act of self-improvement!"

Dumbledore's eyes flickered for a moment: "Calm down, Mr. Malfoy, I have understood the situation. I will talk to Alastor later, and I will give you an answer to this matter. So I think, What we have to do now is to restore this gentleman to his original state?" He smiled at the ferret on the table, but when Dumbledore looked directly into the little animal's affectionate gray eyes, his smile froze immediately. On the face - he seemed to understand who the little animal in front of him was.

"I don't think you need to be so anxious. With all due respect, this Hufflepuff's little troll is a troublemaker. If possible, why not let him be like this for a while, at least let him know how impulsive he is. Brain!" Draco expressed his displeasure as soon as he finished talking about the ferret, and Fletta immediately stood up on his hind legs, and quickly swiped at Draco with his front legs.

—I saved you!

"So what, Mr. Fleta?" Draco sneered, but there was no mockery in his eyes.

"I think Mr. Malfoy is quite right..." The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared, and he looked at Fleta meaningfully. "Mr. Fleta does need some lessons. I'll have a good talk with him, but Mr. Malfoy, it's time for you to go back to class."

Draco paused for a moment and seemed a little uneasy. He stared at Fletta for a while, but Dumbledore, as a headmaster, would not do anything to a student after all, and then he did have Snape Potions class taught.Calculating the time, if he didn't hurry up, he would probably be late soon. In order not to be sprayed with venom by the poisonous professor, Draco had no choice but to temporarily obey Dumbledore's words.

Little Fletta licked his right paw, tilted his head and stared at Draco with his pure gray but extremely bright eyes, and stared at him quietly without making any sound.

Draco looked a little soft-hearted.To be honest, that one-eyed, disgusting Professor Moody was clearly trying to insult himself, and if this little troll hadn't suddenly pushed him away, it would undoubtedly be Draco who turned into a ferret at this time.Malfoy.With a noble background, he didn't dare to think about how uncomfortable it would be for him to be insulted like this!

Before leaving, he rolled his eyes in embarrassment, and finally stretched out his hand to touch Fleta's back, unexpectedly feeling good.Fleta.Ferrets.Hill was so comfortable being touched that he couldn't help rubbing his palm.However, Draco immediately took his hand away, and then left Dumbledore's office without looking back.

Fletta was a little bit reluctant, except for his parents, no one had ever touched him like this.Mr. Malfoy was the first person to help him when he came to a different place, and he gave him a fluorescent flash when he was most afraid of being helpless. The light of that smile lit up his darkness and gave him the courage to face the difficulties Everything fits in with Hogwarts' unknown future.Fleta has a fledgling plot. He really likes this gentleman who is a little close to his hair color and is always not easy to get in touch with.

Just as he was feeling extremely melancholy, when he turned around, he saw Professor Dumbledore staring at him expressionlessly, and the half-moon-shaped lenses were about to light up.Fleta suddenly felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to run away with oil on all fours.However, Dumbledore turned him back to the original one step ahead of him, so that leap that was originally a perfect score for limbs and limbs turned into a very embarrassing dog eating mud.

"If my old man's memory is good, I remember that I told Mr. Fletta that I hope he will stay in the cage and not run around. Hogwarts does not allow outsiders to walk around. Before the Triwizard Tournament, Fletta Mr. Leta needs to stay in the dense forest, have I told you so?"

"...Um, yes."

"Then assuming I'm not old and blind, Mr. Flett is not in the cage at this time, but is now in my office, and just now he was a little ferret with a transfiguration spell?"

"Uh... that's right."

Dumbledore looked at the kid staring blankly at him with big eyes, and suddenly realized that some too big truths didn't make sense to him at all. This little guy obviously couldn't hold such things as rules in his mind, even if you and No matter how much he said, maybe in the next second, he would lose all memory as if he had been given "forget everything".

But Fletta is still very honest, and he admits his mistakes, one is one, two is two, as for whether to correct it or not, it depends on whether he remembers it, but generally speaking, his memory is not very good.Since he was a child, he didn't intentionally violate some rules, and the blank expression on his face when he was caught afterwards made his mother not know what to say so many times.

The principal has lived for so long, if there is no way to take a child, I am really sorry for his age.If it was an ordinary wizard, as long as he said a few words, he would immediately blush and feel ashamed, but Fleta showed no expression on his face.So Dumbledore briefly explained the seriousness: "You are the only student who did not enroll this semester. If you have been wandering around the school for so long for no reason, someone will doubt your identity. Now is the time when the Triwizard Tournament begins. You will considered a dangerous element."

Fleta blinked, her gray eyes were crystal clear: "Do I look dangerous?"

It doesn't look like it at all.But: "You came to the school as a dragon, so naturally it is a very dangerous existence."

"I won't hurt others." Fletta expressed her injustice.

"A little wizard who hasn't entered school for a long time but has been going around in school for a long time, a silver dragon that has never been registered. Now that Hogwarts is open to the outside world, even I can't say it is absolutely safe. I The real worry is you, Mr. Fletta, I'm afraid you will be in danger. Besides, your mother doesn't want you to reveal your secrets, does she?" Dumbledore explained these gently to the children.

Fletta thought about it, he was not unreasonable, and felt that Professor Dumbledore was indeed in trouble, so he said: "Okay, I know I was wrong. I will correct the professor."

Dumbledore smiled: "It couldn't be better. I'll ask Hagrid to take you back until the curfew at night. Now I need to deal with some things. There are candies on the table, please help yourself."

"Thanks, Professor," Fletta lazily said, walking to a table and sure enough, there were some screeching and jumping Borlaug Snippets chocolates inside.These chocolates can be called prank props, because they will jump around and even bite your tongue before crushing them.Fletta hadn't eaten it but read it in the newspaper. At this time, she was very interested in seeing these rolling chocolate bugs.

"That's not for you, sorry Mr. Fleta, your candy is on the other side," said Dumbledore without looking up.

Fleta felt a little disappointed, but since it wasn't for him out of politeness and upbringing, he wouldn't touch it.So he ran to the other side of the table and saw an ice bowl full of coconut vanilla candies!An extremely surprised smile appeared on his small face, he picked up the ice bowl and sat on the ground to start eating.

When half of the candy was eaten, Dumbledore finally had time to look up at Fletta. The child who kept chewing candy was unexpectedly quiet at this time.

"Hey, how about candy?"

"Thank you professor, the candy is delicious and you are such a nice guy. Can I take some home with me later?"

"Of course. If you don't mind, I want to know who you have met since you came out this time?"

Fletta bit into a piece of sugar, feeling the vanilla cream filling overflowing.He thought for a while: "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, a one-eyed man, an old lady in a hat, a tall boy wearing a yellow scarf talking to Mr. Potter."

"Then, I think you've seen half of the brave men."

"There are four brave men, right? After all, I saw four dragons?"

"Originally there were only three, but something went wrong with the Goblet of Fire this year, and it spit out one more note. Mr. Potter, who didn't reach the age limit, also became a hero this time. That's why I had to find it immediately." Mr. Hill—that is, your father, because of the temporary lack of a dragon, hopes to get your help."

Fleta's eyes widened: "This is why Potter was excluded?"

Dumbledore sighed and said resignedly, "I think so."

Fletta for Harry.Porter expressed his condolences.After a second of silence, he asked, "Professor, you said I have seen half of the warriors?"

"You should have met Cedric Diggory, a brave Hufflepuff."

"It's Hufflepuff again, why do I keep hearing this name... Then there are two more contestants?" Fletta said that as an examiner, he has the right to know the candidates' news.

"Fleur and Victor Krum," said Dumbledore.

"what?"

"Victor Krum." Of course Dumbledore knew what he meant.

"what?"

"Victor Krum."

"what?"

As the headmaster, Dumbledore was extremely patient with the children: "Mr. Fleta, the fourth warrior is Victor. Ke..." But before he could finish speaking, Fleta suddenly screamed and hit the ground. Fuck off.He sat up suddenly, his hair was rolled into a mess, and he looked at Dumbledore with an extremely crazy expression on his face.

"Professor! Please let me fight to the death with Krum! I will turn into a dragon and test him to the death. Please review my work level!" Fleta gasped and said excitedly.

"I really want to help you, but I'm afraid I can't make the decision." Dumbledore smiled calmly, with a bit of cunning in his smile. "In fact, which dragon to choose is decided by the brave himself before he enters the field by drawing lots."

"Please black box me! Please give me Krum's black box!"

……no way.The old headmaster felt that if he really did this, maybe the kid would pull out an autograph book on the field, or flap his wings to send blood. "If you really want it, just pray that you are lucky enough to be drawn. Son, you should go back to the jungle now." Dumbledore said kindly.

"Okay!" I learned that Victor was among the contestants.Krum, Fletta, a little brain fan, is not calm at all, now he decides to stay in the cage and never run around again, no matter how annoying the neighbors are!