[hp] Dragon Training

Draco: "..."

Draco: "I don't know how to make Tang regret it, but I know how to make you regret it." Then he stretched out his hand and pulled his face out of shape.

Fletta: "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"!"

There was a hint of sarcasm on the platinum-blond young man's face. He stared at the silver-haired little boy and said, "You're not young anymore. Sometimes it's better not to play tricks. And when I ask you, you have to develop a good habit of answering honestly." Get used to it, boy."

Fletta's tongue was scalded, her face was swollen, and she said pitifully and vaguely: "I'm hated...Draco, I think I might be hated..."

"So you finally found out what I think about you?" Draco looked at him coldly.

"!!!" Fletta was hit by a thunderbolt, "You, do you hate me too?"

"Also?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "It seems that someone really hates you and makes you distressed?"

"No, no, tell me first, do you really hate me QAQ!!?!"

"..." Seeing that he was really about to cry, Draco finally said reluctantly, "I don't hate it... Well, I'm just joking and you don't mind, who do you think despises you?"

Fletta blinked, the circles of her eyes were a little red: "I think Catherine might not like me a little..."

Draco's face turned ugly for a moment: "My God, Merlin's socks, did she ever like you?!"

"No, no, that's not what I meant, but today I'm talking to her..." Fletta lowered her voice a little, "She doesn't seem to want to talk to me anymore, and she looks at me like an enemy. Senior, you know Sometimes I'm very sensitive to other people's bad thoughts, and I feel like she doesn't want to get close to me..."

Oh, thank you so much Merlin.Draco was silent for two seconds: "The Emile family is one of the famous families in the wizarding world. Of course, it is not as good as Malfoy, but it is still an excellent pure blood."

"Huh?" Fleta looked up at his senior, not understanding what he meant by that.

"Pure-blooded nobles always hold more power than Muggle-born mudbloods and half-bloods. Among other things, the Emil family has shares in Gringotts." Draco said softly, "Miss Emil There are two older brothers, both of whom are the financial gatekeepers of the wizarding world, with such power, do you think that Miss Emile can not have a certain position?"

"Stand? What will she stand for?"

"You are very close to me, and my father is now the Minister of Magic, which has a bit of conflict with the power of the Emil family."

"What does this have to do with me making friends with Catherine?" Fletta's eyes widened.

"...It doesn't matter." Draco looked at him. "It doesn't matter to you, because you're an idiot. But maybe it doesn't matter to her."

Fleta lowered her eyes in frustration, feeling the pain of her burnt tongue.Seeing him like that, Draco didn't say anything, because he could only say such nonsense to confuse his dragon... Otherwise, what?After the Dark Lord returns, aren't all the nobles as willing to oppose him as Malfoy and Black?A large part of the nobles may still be obsessed with immortality and darkness?The Emil family still worships the Dark Lord?

So what?Will his dragon burn his little girlfriend in one gulp? ...Merlin, little girlfriend...how could he have children?What audacity!

Draco's eyesight became worse and worse, and finally he put the cup on the table forcefully, even splashing a few drops of water.

Fletta turned his head while he held his head, and heard his senior say in a cold voice: "Come to the Quidditch field to practice in the afternoon."

"But I have class in the afternoon!"

"Skipping class."

"Points will be deducted!"

"I'll add it to you."

"I will be scolded by the dean!"

"I'll carry it for you."

"Where's my broom?"

"..."

Of course he said so, until the end Fleta didn't skip class for the first time in his life... because his afternoon class was Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Thinking of Professor Snape's face, he trembled for a while. He would not dare to cut out Draco's courage and paste it on his forehead.

Seeing the seniors wearing green and black armor with no expression on their faces and passing him by with a broom in their hands, Fleta felt even more uncomfortable in her heart, and felt like crying.This caused him to keep looking at the window even when he was in class, hoping to see the senior who was catching the golden snitch.

Snape approached silently, took out the textbook in his hand and hit him hard on the head.I thought the professor was just warning him to listen to the class carefully, but when he saw Fletta raised his head and burst into tears, the professor had a rare astonishment on his face, wondering what happened to this little monster.Fletta's bad mood of the day reached its peak when she was beaten by the professor. She rubbed her head, wiped her face and sucked her nose a few times.

"...Are you okay? Mr. Hill." The professor frowned, and for the first time, he actually expressed concern.

"Very good, Professor."

"Please allow me to assume that if you are not possessed by a slug, do you still remember the content of my teaching 1 minute ago?"

"How... how to hit the opponent quickly and effectively, and cause a certain amount of damage."

"So, please practice for us—Miss Catherine Emil?"

Catherine stood up after being called, and now she began to become a beautiful girl, her figure began to be exquisite, but her eyes, which were as sweet as taffy as Fletta called them, were a little cold.She seemed to be a little different from the past after entering the third grade. She became more beautiful and strange, which made Fletta feel sad for a while.

"Miss Emile, your opponent is Mr. Hill. The content of the course is to knock down the opponent quickly and effectively. Please pay attention and be lenient." Severus said calmly, "If you dare to hurt your classmates and cause something unbearable For the consequences of redemption, I will make you pay the same price."

Fletta looked at Catherine, took a deep breath and raised the dragon tooth wand in his hand: "Catherine?"

Catherine looked at him, and also raised the cherry wood in her hand, pointing at Fleta with the staff, her eyes were a little dim.Fleta, who was pointed at, frowned: "Catherine?"

Catherine flicked her wand directly: "Expelliarmus!"

"Protegos (armor protection)!" Fletta was so familiar with the spell, he could almost instantly see what the spell the girl was about to use, and immediately launched an effective defense.The boy's mind began to run rapidly, how to knock down the opponent?How to quickly and effectively prevent Kaiseri from attacking himself?

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Fletta's mind, and he suddenly remembered a spell written in that old potion book, the ruthless black circled with emphasis, proud of the note-taker. Magic—Shenfeng Wuying!Fleta's twelve-inch keel wand was tightly held in his hand, and he pointed at Catherine and shouted: "Shenfeng..."

...But he couldn't say it, because he thought it was his friend after all, and he couldn't hurt her by reading black magic to her.

Catherine shouted: "Stupfy!"

Fleta was hit hard and fell heavily to the ground.Catherine's pupils contracted, she took a deep breath and subconsciously wanted to step forward to see how he was doing, but she forced herself to stop just as she took a step.

Severus' face was very pale, he lifted Fletta from the ground with one hand, and said in a cold voice almost angrily: "Why don't you resist? Why don't you attack? Do you think this is a play? Look Your IQ is like sleeping silk grass, put away your senseless kindness, idiot!"

"But I can't hit her!" Fletta was scolded a little harshly, and turned to look at Catherine, "Do you remember, I don't hit girls, even with flowers. (1)"

Catherine stared at him blankly, and finally frowned fiercely, her eyes were a little red, as if she couldn't stand it anymore, she put away her wand and hurried out of the classroom.Miss Catherine was so courageous that she became the first person in the history of Hogwarts to dare to skip Severus Snape's class in a fair manner.

……

During dinner, Fletta didn't see Catherine at the table either—because this daring chick who dared to skip class was taken to after-school education by the enraged dean.

Fleta was a little sullen, but thanks to Merlin, Draco didn't bother with the rumors that he was beaten by the chick that spread throughout the house.On the contrary, his dear senior Draco seemed so satisfied with the fact that he was beaten up and then a little sad that he was sitting at the table with a good face now.

Oh, Merlin, Fleta could tell he must be happy.

At this time, a hawk with white feathers and black wings flew from the gate of the auditorium, holding a paper bag in its claws.It can be seen that this is a bird of Malfoy's family, but this cute and beautiful little guy was scared away by Fleta before he landed on the chairman position of Slytherin.For ten years, the dragon-shaped Animagus boy's intimidation of animals is simply outstanding...Fleta became even more unhappy, and began to give up on herself: "I knew it, no one likes me anyway! Hmph!"

Della caught the paper package accurately, started to unpack the package with her slender fingers, and said casually, "Who said that?"

Fletta was unhappy, and lowered her head to take a big sip of corn chowder, only to forget that the soup in the bowl was boiling hot, and her mouth was severely scalded again.Together with the burn that hadn't healed at noon, Fleta was so sore that she couldn't feel her tongue for a moment.

Draco frowned at him, and took out a small green plant from the paper bag. The plant looked a bit like mint, but the leaves were covered with a layer of hoarfrost-like powder: "Boy, I once I heard a Chinese word."

"What?" Fletta was taken aback.

"[I have an old friend who looks like you, and now the grave is five feet tall.]"

Fletta couldn't understand Chinese: "What?"

Draco smiled, and didn't intend to let him understand what he meant. He stuck the grass in his hand on the top of Fleta's head: "Boy, you have grown grass."

"Don't put grass on your head!"

"You remind me of a Chinese sentence I read in a book."

"...I don't really want to hear it."

"[Insert label sell first]."

"Ah, I don't understand! Speak English, thank you!" Fletta was a little messy, feeling that Chinese was spitting roses on her mouth or tying sailor knots with her tongue.

"You're welcome." Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked mockingly.Then he took off the piece of grass and stuffed it into his scalded mouth, "For the burn, you'd better keep it in your mouth and don't spit it out."

"Hmm..." Fletta blinked, licked her lips and widened her eyes, "It's delicious."

Draco sneered, and the boy's eyes sparkled: "It's really delicious!" It feels ten times fresher and more refreshing than mints, but the taste is not very strong.As soon as you take it in, it turns into a sweet smell richer than honey milk ice cream, with a faint fragrance of dew and flowers.For a moment, Fleta felt that the scalded area was covered with a layer of soft frost, and the burning pain disappeared immediately.

Fletta ate it, and the depression in his heart was healed by the grass. He smiled flatteringly: "Sir, why is this grass so delicious, can you give me some more as a snack?"

Draco thought for a while: "Yes, yes. Come to Malfoy Manor after you graduate to get it."

"Why!!"

"That's the wind chime frost grass. Only one plant is produced in three years, and it has to be buried in the snow for another whole year to have medicinal properties, otherwise it is poisonous. This kind of frost grass can be regarded as one of the top potion ingredients, and can even It is used to treat burns caused by deep black magic, and it is estimated that you will be able to eat it after you graduate from Hogwarts."

"..." Fletta was dumbfounded, "Is this grass so precious...Why did you say it and make me feel so guilty?"

"To make you feel so guilty is the purpose of my speaking."

"Okay, okay, I will compensate you!"

"Although that's not the case, being a Malfoy is not so stingy." Draco glanced at him lazily, "But I still want to know, what do you want to use to compensate me?"

"[Insert label sell first]."

Draco glared at him: "Don't even think about it!"

"I want it."

"Well then, since you insist on confronting me, sir. How much are you going to sell yourself for?"

"Money? What sells money? I'll help you do things." Fletta was at a loss.

"...I thought, do you really know what [insert labels sell first] means?"

"Although I don't understand Chinese, I've read novels...it seems to mean, uh, I owe you a favor and sell myself to you?"

Draco was greatly surprised, his gray-blue eyes widened slightly, and there was something surprised in his eyes.He looked at Fleta, with some disbelief in his words: "Are you going to sell yourself to me?"

"After all, I ate your grass..."

"Deal, Fleta." Draco interrupted him, and immediately changed his face and said extremely seriously, "Actually, that's what [inserting labels and selling first] means, who knows what those Chinese are thinking, they always say a word It's too short. I have to say your Chinese is excellent, Mr. Hill."

...It feels like you are talking nonsense seriously...Senior...Fleta thought weakly.

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