[hp] Dragon Training

Even if it is a holiday, there must be homework.The professor will not give you candy because of the holiday, he will only send you a big T in your homework.

Fleta looked at the potion homework that required five parchments to be written in front of her, and her soft silver hair was scratched into a bird's nest.He sat on the big round table in the Slytherin common room, stared at it for a long time, and finally dropped his pen: "Sir! I can't write!"

Draco packed up the homework he had finished, thinking he was really used to you.He said coldly: "Write hard."

"No, today is Halloween!"

"so?"

"Trick me if you don't copy my homework!"

"...you are trying to laugh me to death. Let me remind you, lovely Mr. Fletta, I am three years older than you, which means that even if you copy my Potions homework on your parchment It will only get you sent to work for a whole term by Slughorn, I always thought your stupidity was faking, you are really distressing."

"Oh, sir. Of course I know the difference in level between us, so after you finish your sixth-year potions homework, you wouldn't mind doing another third-year homework, would you?"

"Seeing as you are so careless, you don't mind if I hang you upside down at the door of my room as a curtain, right?"

"..." Fleta pouted, unhappy.

Draco poked him with a finger: "What's wrong?"

"The senior doesn't cooperate with me and doesn't help me with my homework. I feel bitter. I don't love him anymore."

Draco was also funny: "I thought you got a letter from an owl?"

"How can I get a letter from an owl!"

……Too.The senior didn't turn the corner anymore: "Slughorn asked us to go to the dinner party tomorrow night, are you going to run over with a perfectly cursive paper to accept the professor's questions?"

"Tomorrow night!?"

"Ah."

Fleta was stunned, and finally said with a bitter face: "Draco, I really don't know why you dragged me to die."

"What are you afraid of when I'm here?" The senior supported his head and looked at him lazily, "Slughorn is one of the oldest professors at Hogwarts. He's been teaching at the school, so he must have taught the Dark Lord too, understand?"

"Wow?"

"Whoa. Dumbledore must have had a purpose in asking him to come back to teach at this juncture, and the purpose probably had something to do with it. Slughorn must know something about the Dark Lord, since he appreciates You, you get close to him first." Draco analyzed methodically.

Fletta listened blankly: "Are you asking your boyfriend to seduce the professor, sir?"

Draco showed a disgusted expression for a moment, and raised his hand to press his head on the table.Fleta smiled and moved away from Draco's hand, pulled off the glove quickly, kissed him several times, and finally stretched out the tip of her pink tongue to lick his middle finger.

Draco was unimpressed by hooligans, he couldn't be the kind of chaste woman who screamed when she was molested.He drew a bright water mark on Fletta's face with his wet fingertips, pulled him over and kissed him fiercely. There was no embarrassment in the fusion of tongue and tongue, and the body fluid was even on the boy's white skin. The skin ran down, and Draco roughly wiped away the mark, and his white and broad hands tightly grasped the back of his head before kissing him even tighter.

Nat walked in with ice cream, and was stunned seeing this scene, the top vanilla ball fell to the ground: "...what are you doing..."

Fleta remembered the school's ban, and after being seen, she pushed the senior away like lightning.Draco was unhurried, and grabbed Fretta with great strength to prevent him from running away. Then he took off his gloves and wiped the marks on his face slowly, watching the corners of his bright red lips still Some thoughts were still unfinished: "Okay Nat, didn't you see that I was teaching him Potions?"

Fletta: "..."

Nat took a bite of the chocolate ice cream: "Really? Taught with what?"

"Teach with your mouth, why not use your hands?"

Nat burst out laughing, ate ice cream and went back to the dormitory: "You pervert."

Fletta looked at his leaving back, thought for a while and couldn't understand: "What does he mean?"

"That's what it means." Draco slapped him affectionately, almost as hard as a caress.

The boy Dangyouyou was beaten and turned his head away. He looked at the vanilla ice cream ball on the ground that had melted due to the temperature of the indoor stove and said, "I want to eat ice cream."

"Go and lick the ground."

"And then come to kiss you again?"

"..." Draco remained expressionless, "Tomorrow night I will suggest and offer Professor Slughorn a truckload of ice cream as dessert for the dinner."

"Love you O3<."

The next day, there was ice cream at Slughorn’s dinner party. In everyone’s tall glass ice bowls, ice cream balls of various colors were sprinkled with fresh and delicious dried fruit pieces, and then topped with fragrant chocolate sauce. A mouth full of guilt.

It is said that the professor's dinner party has always been only invited to those students he thinks are outstanding. After these students become famous, as a professor, he will be deeply proud of these people and become famous because of them.This time, in addition to Fleta and Draco, Slytherin and Blaise were invited, and Fletta saw Luna and a black-haired girl from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff No, several Gryffindors came, including Hermione and Harry.

It is estimated that the professor feels that among these few students, there must be some successful people.

Fletta couldn't imagine how he would become famous in the future. He thought about it, now that dragons are so rare, if he asked his seniors to build a zoo in the wizarding world, would he make a lot of money?The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was feasible. During the day, he would lie in a cage in the zoo and bask in the sun to receive food, and at night, he would run home to receive the loving support from his seniors and his mother. This kind of life was not too comfortable.

Just when the boy was trying to abandon human dignity, Professor Slughorn asked him with a smile: "Mr. Hill, I think you have finished your potion homework, right?"

Absolutely not.Fretta smiled very Slytherin: "Of course."

The professor was very satisfied, and he nodded: "Good student! Then you must know the corresponding table of herbal medicine extraction and time extraction in the sixth section of the book on the topic of the thesis."

totally no idea.Fletta smiled confidently: "Of course."

"Then Fletta, it is said that different people will choose different extraction times when making potions, so as to achieve different potion effects. Please tell me, which formula on the corresponding table do you like to use?"

Have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.Fleta agreed with the professor very much, and smiled calmly: "Of course it is the first one."

"Good student! My student is just like me." The professor praised with deep pride.

Draco's facial paralysis was almost unstoppable, and the corners of his mouth were trembling.Fletta kicked his senior's upper with the toe of his shoe, and Draco wiped the corner of his mouth calmly, even though he barely moved with the ice cream in front of him: "Professor, I want to know, they all say that making potions is A very depressing business, is it true?"

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, I haven't had time to thank you for the ice cream. It's really delicious! I like it very much. But I have to tell you that making potions is definitely not boring." The professor shook his head and vetoed, " Don't you think so? Do potions make you feel pain?"

The Gryffindor who was present silently lowered his head and took a mouthful of ice cream.

"Of course not, on the contrary, I think it's amazing. I want to do more potion experiments with you in the future, and I hope you can give me some guidance." Draco said politely.

The professor was a little surprised: "Of course, it is my duty to make students excellent. But I think you don't just want to be excellent, right? You are already the best student, Chairman Malfoy."

Hearing the professor jokingly addressing himself like this, Draco just smiled slightly: "Of course it's not just that, I want to make my career choice and career path smoother after graduation."

Fletta looked up at him in a daze, and heard him continue to say: "In fact, at the beginning of this year, I received a letter from the dean of St. Mungo. After seeing my outstanding OWLs results, he hoped that I could To follow in his mantle as a doctor."

There was silence, even Harry and Hermione looked up at him in disbelief.To enter St. Mungo's, you must ensure that you have more than five O's, and you can only be an intern.There is no doubt that such an invitation from the dean is an admission letter without examination, and the job position will never be low in the future!Almost every doctor in St. Mungo's is a registered wizard of the Academic Knights of Merlin, enjoying great prestige and fame. Every doctor in office will leave his name with a gold pen in the history of St. Mungo's hospital.

Slughorn's voice was a little excited: "This is very good! It's really amazing, Mr. Malfoy. In the future, I hope to guide you further and make your potion technology even more outstanding!"

Draco smiled very Slytherin and thanked the professor softly.

Fletara pulled him and said in a low voice, "Do you want to be a doctor? Senior?"

"Maybe." Draco said. "If you don't have anything to do after graduation, it's not bad to be a doctor. My father is in very good health. I don't need to be a politician to take over his job for the time being."

"Oh, it sounds pretty good." Fletta thought about it and smiled secretly, with a rogue expression and dreamy smile, "Anyway, I can't imagine you as an Auror arresting people all over the world. The senior in the white coat must be beautiful..."

Draco squinted at the two hundred and five: "You haven't told me where you want to work in the future?"

zoo.

Fletta opened his mouth, the animal's vigilance made him feel the danger of death, but he didn't dare to say it in the end, he just mumbled, "I'll go wherever you go."

"Then do you want to be a patient or a nurse?"

"Why can't you be a doctor too?"

"Okay, but first tell me what is the first formula in the corresponding table about herbal extraction and time extraction? Isn't that your favorite, Dr. Fleta?"

Fletta was so angry that she couldn't even eat ice cream, and wanted to kiss him in public.

While they were talking, Slughorn had already investigated the family backgrounds of the circle of students around the table, and it was estimated that he would never invite some students again.Suddenly the door was opened, and a brown-haired girl appeared in the room. She looked a little tired: "Sorry, Professor. I'm late."

Slughorn was a little surprised: "Of course not, Miss Emil, please come in."

Catherine sat in an empty seat, a little far from where the Slytherins were.Fleta looked at her, stood up suddenly and asked, "Are you crying?"

Catherine paused when she was about to sit down, and then gave him an emotionless look: "No."

Fletta looked at Catherine's bright red eyes and tear-stained face. He frowned and wanted to continue asking, but everyone at the table was looking at him. In the end, he had to sigh and watch Catherine sit back. superior.Draco didn't say a word, but seemed annoyed that he was staring at someone like that, then reached out and pulled his chin so that he could look directly at him.

Catherine didn't say anything, as if she was going to leave after eating the ice cream, but the professor was unwilling to just let her go: "Miss Emile, is your father okay?"

Catherine nodded: "Very well, he will adjust Gringotts' deposit rate this year and report to the minister."

"Oh, it seems that I have to worry about my few savings?"

"If you need, my brother will give you advice." Catherine said coldly, this girl with a sunny smile in the past is now like an emotionless machine, "In fact, when it comes to property and deposits, everyone It all needs to be checked out.”

Draco cut in abruptly: "That's right, then can I invite your brother to do a property estimate for the Malfoy family?"

Catherine was obviously surprised: "Of course, sir."

"Actually, my mother has a batch of dowry from the Black family, but she can't estimate their value." Draco showed a faint smirk, "As you can see, it is a batch of jewelry."

Hearing the word jewelry, Catherine's face immediately paled a lot, and even the silver spoon in the ice cream bowl in her hand was knocked to the ground.Ginny, who was sitting next to her, helped her pick it up with some doubts, but saw that the little girl was trembling.Catherine took a deep breath: "Of course, sir, I will write to tell my brother that it is our honor to serve you."

Slughorn didn't see the expression on the little girl's face, nor did he notice the undercurrent surging here.After scanning his students around, he said with some pride: "Look at you, I can see that you will be a new landscape on my wall in the future."

Everyone's face is not good, because it sounds really unlucky to be hung on the wall or something.After the professor noticed something, he hurriedly waved his hand. He pointed to a wall in the room: "Look there, all the students with achievements will have their photos hung there. That is one of my few honors."

Harry froze for a moment, and asked the professor, "Are there all the accomplished students?"

"Of course, but then again, you're already a character, Harry," said the professor with a smile.

"Is Voldemort on the shelf too, sir?"

Slughorn's movements visibly froze, and his face paled suddenly, as if he had heard something extremely terrible.But Harry stared at the professor seriously with wide green eyes and said, "You know him, sir, Tom Riddle? You taught him."

Slughorn's voice trembled, but he tried to calm himself down as best he could.Facing those green eyes, he said evasively, "Mr. Riddle had many teachers when he was at Hogwarts..."

Everyone looked at Harry who asked the question and Slughorn who answered, and the green-eyed lion seemed to be pressing: "I want you to tell me what kind of person he is?... Sorry, please forgive me, Sir. He killed my parents."

The atmosphere suddenly turned negative, and everyone present had different expressions.Draco watched all this with a slumped face, and Fletta slumped with his boyfriend.Ginny looked at Harry with pitiful and understanding eyes, while Catherine secretly clenched her hands under the table, pinching the skirt of Slytherin's school uniform.

"Yeah...it's normal for you to want to know..." Slughorn suddenly seemed ten years older, his voice trembling with tension, "but I may have to disappoint you, Harry. I just saw When Mr. Riddle was born, he was a quiet, bright, wonderful boy, all the praise words in the world could be added to him, and he wanted to be a first-class wizard... If you look at him, you will Knowing that he's different from everyone."

"It's not even like you, Harry. Mr. Riddle is so perfect that no one can find a trace of flaws. Even if he has evil thoughts...they are hidden very deep, and you will never find him on the outside."

The author has something to say: the villain will appear in the next chapter

Swordman Field Notes: Mr. Riddle, who has been resting for a long time?Are you ready?It's your turn in the next scene. Riddle took off the magic mirror, was changing clothes, refused the curtains and put on a tailored suit: I thought you had forgotten me.

Swordman Field Notes: How could it be!The protagonist wants to beat you to level up, you are the Lich King and elite monsters in our mouth!

Riddle: Oh, wait.I'm going out to gain popularity.

Swordman's field record: Grab your wool popularity, your face is capitalized with the word abuse, abuse others and abuse yourself.It is estimated that when the protagonist is sweet, take it out and season it with bitter bitterness...

Riddle: ...Avada took his life...