[hp] Dragon Training

The sun was shining in the sky, the flowers smiled at the dragon, and the little bird said, "Hastily, why don't you fucking get up?"Because Fletta had no class early in the morning, he simply got lazy. Slytherin was at the bottom of the black lake, and even the best sunlight could not penetrate into the deep water. The boy simply turned over and lay down Go to sleep late.

The door of his room was knocked twice, because Fleta was so sleepy that he didn't care.After two seconds of silence, the people outside saw that the door was unlocked and came in directly.Looking at the sleepy teenager, the man was silent for two seconds, then he shook the bed sheet vigorously and knocked him off the ground.

Fletta woke up completely, and was so frightened that she almost didn't directly transform into a dragon and destroy the room.He sat on the ground, stared at the person standing in front of him with wide eyes, and waved blankly after half a minute: "Good morning, senior..."

Draco looked at him with disgust: "What time is it, how can Slytherin have such a lazy student like you?"

"But I don't have class this morning? Why can't I sleep more?" Fletta was stunned for a moment, scratching her head and saying.

"If I remember correctly, someone still got an A (pass) in Potions last term?" Draco said dryly.

"Eh...um OuO!"

"How dare you!?" Draco hated iron and steel, and wanted to beat him but was unwilling to do so. "The dean came to me specifically for your affairs. He doubted me with an extremely questioning look. As his most proud student, how could he tolerate a potion troll around him all the time. Mr. potion troll, you Is there anything you want to say?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Fletta's eyelids drooped all of a sudden, and her tone was soft and self-blaming, "Did I cause you to be criticized? It's all my fault... I really didn't mean it... ..."

With a twitch between Draco's eyebrows, his heart immediately softened by half.He tried hard to stop himself from saying something to comfort him to make his dragon feel better, and coughed for a long time, trying not to let his voice be too gentle: "...the dean just has expectations for you, let me urge you Just study hard. Now Professor Slughorn has listened to the suggestion of the president of the student union, and made his class the same as Mrs. Hill's teaching mode last year. That is to say, Potions class no longer restricts students to attend the class, so Why aren't you dressed yet?"

Fletta froze for a moment: "Are you inviting me to go to class with you, senior?"

Draco sneered, "It's just because of your poor grades."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly sat on the ground with a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to the senior: "You pick me up and I'll go."

"...Don't even think about it."

"Just give it a hug, just give it a hug!" The boy squinted his eyes, and sat on the ground and began to play tricks.

Draco looked at him coldly, staring at his eyes that were as clear as glass with a smile, and finally really compromised and stretched out his hands to pick him up from the ground.

After Fletta succeeded, he was so happy that he wasn't too funny. He hugged the senior's neck tightly with his hands and his legs tightly wrapped around his waist. A silver head was buried on his shoulder and he couldn't help shaking with laughter.Draco was tickled by him, holding him in his hands felt that the kid's usual desserts were for nothing, and he was so thin and emaciated that it was ridiculous.He felt that the touch through the thin pajamas was a little hot, as if the palm was against his skin, and at that moment he held Fletta's waist and suddenly didn't want to let go.

The boy yawned, and rubbed his forehead on his male god's shoulder: "Can I just sleep for a while?"

Draco's answer was to pat him on the back and slam him onto the bed, and said in an unnatural tone: "I'll give you a minute to change, I'll wait for you outside."

Fletta blinked at his senior's expressionless face, pouted and lowered his head: "Okay..."

Okay, what, okay... You are already thirteen or fourteen years old, can you stop acting like a baby, you are such an adult, you have to know that if you act like a baby, I will... I will...

Draco coughed and glanced at him with a guilty conscience, shut the door hard and went out.

……

Because of a young boy who was like a giant monster, they were already far behind others on the road.

Draco repeatedly pulled out the silver pocket watch he carried with him, frowning in dissatisfaction.Fletta saw that it was given to the senior when he was in the first grade, but Draco himself is usually like a precise machine, and the arrangement and allocation of time are very precise, generally speaking, the time will not be tight I have to look at my watch repeatedly... Of course, who told someone to pester someone for a hug in the morning?

They hurried to the classroom at the last minute before class began, and Fleta swore he felt his senior breathe a sigh of relief.

Slughorn saw the expression on Draco's face almost eagerly. He liked to teach some famous students, and besides Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy was obviously the most exciting student in this school. Notable students.In terms of family background, appearance, and grades, this platinum-haired young man is undoubtedly the best. In Slughorn's eyes, such a student is undoubtedly perfect.He graciously let Draco sit down quickly, and praised his punctuality in front of everyone.

"Punctual." Dracopi sat down on his seat with a smile on his face, and said to the boy beside him in a very small voice, "Since I came to Hogwarts, the only two times I was not on time for class were because you."

"what?"

"Once for nearly committing suicide in Black Lake when you were a freshman, and once for cheating in your dorm. Boy, can you be any more obnoxious?" Draco whispered, pulling out his book and holding a white The velvet cloth began to wipe the pharmaceutical props, which was his habit of making potions, and any dust could affect the quality of potions.

Fleta found it pleasing to the eye, and the more he watched it, the more he liked it, and he just looked at him like that without doing anything else for a while.

Influenced by Professor Snape's poisonous tongue for many years, except for a few good students in Hogwarts, there must be few people who love the subject of Potions deeply.Therefore, the class event that Fletta imagined was the same as last year's Charms class did not appear in the Potions classroom. In fact, except for some senior students who had to take this course, there were few students in the lower grades.

Draco is already in the sixth grade this year, and he has already filled out the wizard employment consultation form. Judging from his serious attitude towards this subject, he can figure out with his toes that his ideal career is closely related to potions.

Fleta was lying on the table and grinning, tilting her head to look at the senior who was preparing: "Draco, Draco?"

"Say."

"Have you always carried that pocket watch I gave you?"

The senior paused for a moment, and then said easily: "Not necessarily, sometimes not." For example, when sleeping.

The little boy seemed a little happy, sitting on the stool, shaking his feet, staring at his senior all the time.

Draco frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"

"Look at you."

"What do I look good on?"

"You are the most beautiful. There are a thousand kinds of scenery in the world, but I can only feel so happy and satisfied when I look at you." Fleta sat up straighter and whispered with a smile.

Draco stared at the cauldron in front of him in silence, he didn't look at him, sat there with his hands covering his face for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Fletta's face hard.

"Ow!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Draco's voice was a little unnatural, "Don't just talk but don't do it, can you cut the medicinal materials yourself according to the book?"

Fletta rubbed her face: "But I don't have a book..."

"Then go get a copy from the front cabinet." Draco said casually, looking away, and began to formulate the potion formula in his hand.

The boy got up and ran to the bookcase, but found that there were no good books there. He sighed and arranged the messy books on the bookshelf, hoping to find some fish that slipped through the net to make him cheaper——there were fish, and he felt a little regretful He flipped to an old potions book and blew the dust off it.

"Looks like it's still usable, it's almost done." Fletta was quite satisfied.

Just as he was about to return to his seat, two people in a hurry appeared at the door of the potions classroom.Ron and Harry were supposed to be fighting over who would be the last to arrive in the classroom, so they rushed in almost at the same time.

Draco knew who it was without even looking at it, shaking his head and staring at the water in the cauldron, making a sound of disgust.Fleta gave Harry a small wave, and sat next to the senior with her textbook in her arms.

Slughorn was obviously very happy to see Harry: "Harry, I thought you weren't coming, come in quickly."

Harry tried to stare at the Professor with wide green eyes, apologizing somewhat sheepishly, causing the Professor to look at him a little softer, feeling that the fabled child would undoubtedly bring him glory.Harry, on the other hand, was a little preoccupied, thinking that it was really doomed for him to rely on his eyes for food.

Slughorn glanced at everyone, with a satisfied expression on his face: "I'm very glad to be able to teach you here. What I need to say is that no matter whether your previous potion grades are good or bad, I can make you improve. I hope you will do well in my class."

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle: "This is an interesting potion called Felix Elixir. But its well-known name is the Potion of Luck. It is extremely difficult to make, and the consequences of a slight mistake will be disastrous. But as long as one drop, all Efforts will pay off—of course, within the effective time of the medicine. This is my reward today, a small bottle of lucky potion, for the students who can concoct a potion of the living dead that satisfies me before the end of class."

Fleta was a little interested, and whispered to Draco: "Chairman, do you want it?"

"It doesn't matter," Draco didn't even raise his head, "because I believe in strength more than I believe in luck."

"Well, the third rule of Slytherin's code of conduct, strength trumps everything?"

"One point for Slytherin." Draco smiled. "Mr. Fleta, please pass me the glass bottle containing the frog's eyes."

Fletta smiled and suddenly played badly: "Hey... hey, I won't give it to you ~ you come and grab it."

"Wipe the frog's eyes dry to remove the mucus, and place one every 20 seconds according to the direction I'm stirring. Make sure the whites of the eyes are up so that the medicine can be cooked." Draco didn't care at all, he wiped his hands clean with a velvet cloth , "What are you looking at me for? If you refuse to give it to me, you can release it yourself, and you also need to make a potion to hand in your homework. Remember to be quick in your technique, if there is a mistake, I will strip you naked and throw it into the pot. "

"I'm going to break this pot of explosives and blow you up! See you at the labor department in Dean Snape's office!"

"You're dreaming. Play on your own." Draco glanced at him, feeling that the kid was getting bolder and bolder...Of course, you don't care who favors you.

Fleta carefully put the frog's eyes into the pot according to the chairman's instructions, and finally felt that he couldn't remember what he said, so he opened the potion book that was torn to death, and wanted to compare the production process.

The potion book looked very old, but there were many notes densely written in it. It should be that the students who used this book were very serious and loved potions.When Fletta was in the first grade, he also got a potion book full of notes like this, and for a moment he thought it was made by his senior again.

But he wasn't sure when he saw the signature on the note—because it said: This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.

The chairman of his family counted up to eight generations of his ancestors were all pure blood, how could he be a half-blood prince?

Fleta pouted and decided not to worry about it. He followed the book and put a frog eyeball into it every 25 seconds and stirred the potion counterclockwise.

Draco glanced into his potion cauldron, a little amazed at the purity of the potion's texture and just the right amount of potion.He glanced at Fletta with doubts about the world, watched him clumsily stir the potion, and suddenly said, "How did you do it?"

"According to what you said and what was written in the book." Fleta smiled at him.

Draco frowned, feeling vaguely abnormal in his heart, but he still didn't say anything, and concentrated on making his own potion.

At this time, more and more people in the classroom failed to use the water of life and death. Crabbe completely melted his stirring rod into the potion, and Ron successfully blew up his cauldron. Although Harry did nothing wrong , but apparently encountered difficulties in the process of cutting the potion.

Compared with them, Fleta became more and more handy, and he found that the classmate who took notes must be a very proud person with a thorough love of potions.That person scratched out a large portion of the text in the potions textbook, and proudly commented beside it: Garbage!Fleta smiled, but his personality was very similar to the person next to him.

He chopped up a handful of spearmint crookedly, mixed it into the powder of the daffodil rhizome and poured it into a cauldron, and the splashed potion even left a mark on the collar of the white shirt of the school uniform.He wiped it casually, scratched his head and continued to cut Draco's brows, thinking that the little troll might blow up the potion table together, he sighed in his heart and wanted to help him helplessly.But just when he was about to stop it, Fletta threw the last handful of narcissus roots into the pot, and the potion in the crucible instantly changed its color, clear and full of magic power.

Professor Slughorn obviously smelled the potion of success, he came to the boy's table with surprise in his eyes, and threw a red leaf into it.In an instant, the leaves began to be corroded and turned into ashes, sinking without buoyancy.

Fleta didn't expect to have such an effect either, and stared at the potion he made himself with widened eyes.

Slughorn shook his head and sighed. "Merlin's beard! It's perfect. A single drop of the potion of success will kill us all."

"..." Fletta suddenly felt that the drop of splashed potion on the collar was a bit scary. Although it was an unfinished product and not toxic, it was still a good barrier.He loosened his collar to keep the material off his skin as much as possible.

Slughorn stared at him, seeing his snow-white hair and gray eyes, thought for a moment, "...Excuse me, are you Mr. Hill?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"That Mr. Hill who has a close relationship with the Ramell family?"

"...Yes?" Fleta obviously didn't expect Slughorn to ask that question, and looked at him suspiciously.

The author has something to say: The subject of this volume is...

Be

is in love

(●'艸'●)

At this age, the seniors will be driven crazy if they don't fall in love.

Fletta is not at all humble, shy and embarrassed. She makes a move when it is time to make a move. The dragon's nature is so good, and he 100% interprets that he is a little hooligan in the waves.

Later, being suppressed by seniors is also asking for death.