[hp] Dragon Training

Slughorn's invitation made Freita obviously a little nervous, not because of the professor's invitation, but because of his potion level.To be honest, even if he saw the potion book full of words in the cabinet, he would just follow it, and if he went to that kind of party with the top students, he might be exposed easily.

He frowned and chewed on the rim of the cup and grinded his teeth. The senior looked at it, and went to get him a cup of hot milk with sugar, poured out the cup of butter beer with sugar in his hand, and poured himself another cup.Fletta hugged the milk as if she had gained a sense of belonging, her palms were warmed by the warmth, and a small smile appeared on her face.Nat looked at him and wanted to laugh at him, but Draco stopped him with a warning look.

Afterwards, no one spoke. In the end, Blaise felt that the atmosphere was a bit delicate. He smiled and dragged Nat away. The silver-haired young man drinking milk and the blond young man slowly drinking beer were left behind on the mighty round table.

Fletta was a little frustrated: "...what should I do?"

"What should I do?" Draco paused, "Tell me and I'll solve it for you."

"I'm not good at potions...but Professor Slughorn seems to expect a lot from me..."

Draco smiled softly: "What's wrong with you, you can even make potions for the living dead, even faster than me."

"But that's not the case, sir. I think I have to be honest with you." Fletta shook her head and sat up straight. "Actually, that day I..."

"I got a potions book." Draco looked at the butterbeer, and seemed amused by the color like pumpkin juice.

"How do you know!" Fletta stared wide-eyed.

"It's not that I'm near-sighted like Potter. I've seen the old book next to you when you were making potions. But that book is neither a product of black magic nor an evil prop to deceive people. Look up and write a lot of things that are beneficial to your study." Draco smiled and took a sip of wine and said, "It's not bad for you, why don't you let you keep it? This is a simple matter. "

"But my grades are unfair?"

"Where's the justice in Slytherin?"

Fletta felt reasonable when he said this, scratched his head and took a deep breath: "I still feel a little guilty... Actually, what I want to tell you is that I don't think I should hide things from you. But, I don't Know what to say, because this book is kind of weird... I think it might be dangerous?"

"Danger?"

"Yeah, oh, I didn't have it with me. I mean, the book was signed and said it was from the Half-Blood Prince... I thought it belonged to you at first, after all, I read the book you took notes in first grade Book." Fletta frowned and paused, "But after looking at it later, it is obviously not, there are even a lot of black magic in it, some of which are even unheard of."

Fletta thought about it, hesitated for a while, and said: "I was alone in the dormitory that day, and I was very interested in the spell above. I didn't cut off the whole hand, then I knew this book was..."

"You use black magic on yourself!?" Draco's casual face disappeared immediately, his face was extremely ugly and he raised his voice, "How dare you! Why don't you go to the sky if you are so powerful? How dare you use black magic on yourself? What if it's a modified Avada Kedavra? What if it's a heart-breaking one? Fleta, tell me, have you ever considered that there is something wrong with your brain?"

"But obviously it wasn't Avada Kedavra and Cruciatus, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here..."

Before he finished speaking, Draco roughly pulled his hand and rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, and sure enough, he saw a light white scar on it.Draco's face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he wanted to curse.

Fletta withdrew her hand resentfully: "Actually, I am Animagus-like, and it is very difficult to curl up in the room. My whole person fills every corner of the space. I only use it when it is covered by scales. Although It's still hurt but it doesn't really matter...Okay, I was wrong, senior! I'm so scared, please don't look at me like this...Let's put this problem aside for now! Let's discuss the potion book first ok ok?"

Draco's face was so ugly that Fleta didn't dare to say anything anymore.In the end, he took a few deep breaths, as if repeatedly calming down his anger: "If you dare to do this again next time..."

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare!" Fletta hurriedly admitted his mistake, put his arms around his senior's neck and patted him on the back several times.

"..." Draco didn't know what to say. He pushed him away and remained silent for a few seconds, then sighed, and said helplessly, "The half-blood prince is also keen on black magic, and his potions are excellent... The description reminds me of a person."

"Huh?" Fletta was stunned for a moment, but didn't react.

"It's the Dark Lord, fool." Draco shook his head, then looked at the butterbeer, "But what the Dark Lord is doing with such a book in school, it doesn't seem necessary."

"Do you think that potion book might be a Horcrux?" Fletta hypothesized, "Just like the diary?"

Draco glanced at him, his eyes vaguely swept over his chest: "No."

"How can you be sure?"

"Anyway, it's not." Draco was unwilling to explain, and he drank the beer and put the glass on the table without making a sound.In the end, he took out a few Galleons and put them on the table to pay the bill. Nat and those guys made it clear that they wanted to take advantage of the chairman and left early. Draco didn't care, and paid for the drinks for them.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Fletta picked up the coat and scarf on the back of the chair for him first.Draco raised his eyebrows, took the coat and put it on, and then Fretta reached out to tie a scarf for him, but he didn't refuse, and bent slightly to let the boy wrap the scarf around his neck.

Fleta suddenly pulled the ends of the scarf with a little force, and pushed Draco down a certain distance. She immediately raised her head and kissed him, and used the silver-green scarf to block half of their faces when they were kissing.

The clerk who came to clean up the wine glasses saw this scene and thought to himself that the current students are really bold, but this is a bar, what's wrong with kissing the little mouth?He calmly cleaned up the table, counted Garen's coins and put them in his pocket, letting the two boys do their own thing there.

Fletta let go of him, panting and tied the scarf for him: "This is not in school, it is not a violation of discipline, right?"

"No." Draco looked at him blankly and calmly, "I'm ashamed of your boldness, Mr. Hill."

"That's good. As for being shy, it's my pleasure." Fletta licked the corner of his mouth lightly, as if she liked the smell of butter beer on him very much.

Draco felt as if he was being taken advantage of by a milk cat, he raised his hand to pinch him away, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the original color.He looked at him and his voice was a little hoarse: "What do you want to do?"

"gentlemen."

"what?"

"Do you want to make an agreement with me for the next ten centimeters?" Fletta rolled her eyes, "Wait until the next ten centimeters, and then allow me to be more self-willed?"

Draco pinched his chin, looked at the increasingly bright boy in the palm of his hand, his heart seemed to be kneaded into a ball of mud by a wet hand, his voice was very low: "You are so eager to put yourself Will it be sold?"

"Guest, rare and obedient mounts and pets like me are rare now, don't you consider keeping one by your side?"

"The thing about you being obedient is simply the funniest joke I've heard this year." Draco showed a mocking smile, and kissed him again just like that pinching gesture.

Fleta added to it all with a smile and putting her arms around his neck and looking up.

Not everyone in the bar turned a blind eye to this scene. There was a girl in the corner who looked at the two of them coldly. In the dark, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she had a panoramic view of this scene.In the end, it seemed that he finally couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and left from the three broomsticks without much attention from everyone.

……

Fletta and his senior came out of the bar, and the two walked out of a row of neat shoe prints in the clean snow.Fletta simply walked backwards, looking at the footprints behind them together with interest, looking extremely harmonious.

Suddenly he remembered something: "That's right! Senior, you were so sure just now that the potion book is not a Horcrux, why?"

Draco took a deep look at him: "Why didn't you ask just now?"

Didn’t you just see you being so pretty, and forgot about it… Fleta shrugged her shoulders: “Isn’t it the same to ask now?”

The senior also saw through the two hundred and five thoroughly, shook his head slightly and was about to say helplessly, but a sharp cry came from the front.

The eyes of the two people were fixed at the same time, the smile on Fleta's face disappeared and Draco's face was instantly cold.They rushed to the place where the sound came out almost at the same time, but they were all shocked by that scene.

A female student seems to be grabbed and torn by an invisible hand, and the whole person is suspended in the air. Her face is exaggerated and black tears flow from the corners of her eyes. She is screaming heart-piercingly, just like in the middle ages The witches who were nailed to a pillar of fire and burned alive.Books were scattered under her feet, and her friend almost fainted from screaming at the horror.

Hermione, who arrived later, was shocked when she saw this scene. She raised her hand and was about to stop chanting, but someone beside her was faster than her.Fleta and Draco pulled out their wands almost simultaneously and yelled, "Termine!"

This spell is different from ordinary spells, and it is suitable for special types of restricted magic, but it does not have much effect compared to some ordinary spells.But thanks to Merlin, this special stop spell caused the girl hanging in the air to immediately fall down like fallen leaves.

The black tears from the corners of the eyes of the girl who fell on the ground fell on the pure white snow, which actually melted the snow like sulfuric acid, making a screeching sound, and the girl was completely silent, as if she was dead.Her friend kept crying, "I...I warned her not to touch that..."

Fletta's voice was trembling, and he said, "Don't be afraid, she shouldn't be dead...Let me think about it." He squatted beside the girl, took out his wand, pointed at her, and chanted with difficulty: "Lespritdumal, silvous plaity ...platy..." Damn, he can't remember!

Ron and Harry, who arrived later, saw this scene and recognized Katie, a student of their Gryffindor College.Ron thought it was the evil Slytherin who hurt him, but was stopped by Hermione and Harry together. Draco gave them a cold look, then squatted down, and put his hand on Freita's shoulder Said, "You're going to kill her, let me do it."

As he spoke, he pulled the boy aside, took a deep breath and pointed at the unknown Katie with a hawthorn wand: "Lespritdumal, silvousplaity, disparaitre, Lapuretedealmagie, Veuillezvousguerirdeviesinnocentes (evil souls, please disappear here, with pure magic Please spare and heal innocent lives)..."

Miraculously, under his chanting, the black tears constantly left in the corners of Katie's eyes began to become clear, and the gray and white face gradually turned a little bloody, and it no longer looked like a corpse.When Draco finished chanting the spell, his face paled a little, and he raised his head and said to the crying girl in a calm tone, "Do you know who I am?"

"Ma... Chairman Malfoy?"

"Very well, now I, as the chairman who manages the whole school, order you two things: one, stop crying. Two, please find a professor for Miss Katie, as soon as possible. Can you do it for me?"

"Yes!" The Gryffindor girl forgot about the school's prejudice for a moment, followed the chairman's words, wiped away her tears and stood up from the ground, as if inspired, she ran to find the teacher after a while.

Hagrid and Flitwick who arrived were also a little surprised to see Katie lying on the ground. After checking, they found that the girl's vital signs were stable, and there was almost no danger.Flitwick, who has been a professor of spells for many years, of course can see the traces of special spells. He looked at his proud student Fletta: "Mr. Hill, did you save Miss Kitty?"

Fleta shook her head: "It's Draco."

Flitwick took a deep breath: "Very powerful spell, with surprising countervailing power, unheard of. I have to say excellent! Fifty points for Slytherin, saved Miss Kitty for Mr. Malfoy Fate." Then they left with the unconscious Katie Bell and a few Gryffindors, and it was obvious that this matter was serious and needed further investigation.

Draco's face was a little pale, and then he seemed a little unbearable and sat down in the snow for the first time.He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the white mist drifted away in the snow in a short while, some moisture was hung on his slender eyelashes, and his handsome and messy face had a somewhat unreal hazy feeling.

Fleta helped him up in a panic, reached out to hold him and conjured the spell to pass on some magic power to him, but was stopped by Draco's wave of his hand.He took off his gloves, and touched his face with an icy hand. Fleta shivered from the cold iron hand, but still held it tightly without hesitation.Draco's hand was warmed by the warmth of that skin-to-skin contact, and he took a deep breath.

"The professor only gave you fifty points..." Fletta's eyes turned red. "That spell obviously needs..."

"Okay, it didn't cost much at all, it just took some energy. I have studied this spell, how can I have such a good heart and spend so much effort to save a Gryffindor, you think too much of me Better." Draco sneered mockingly, he shook his head: "The reason for the shot is because of value, and Slytherin doesn't do meaningless things. There must be something wrong with Miss Katie Bell, she must have come into contact with something Bad things, if you don't make her alive, some things can't be understood... Also, what surprises me is that you can't even recite the incantation of the pure soul resurrection spell, I think you are a little sorry for your grandma in heaven ,boy."

Draco lowered his eyes and thought for a while. When he was thinking, a fine snowflake fell on his platinum eyelashes, as if dotted with a small diamond.Draco said: "Fleta, go and look through the books on the floor that were spilled by the Gryffindor girls, and take out the necklace I gave you."

Fleta didn't know why his senior said that, but he still followed suit.He took the small bottle of Felix Elixir out of his closet, and exposed it to the cold wind with questions.Immediately afterwards, he bent down to pick up those books. The first few books were fine, but when he went to pick up the last book with a black cover, he saw that the book actually started to burn from the cover.