[hp] Dragon Training

The young man thought about it carefully... It seems that he forgot the potion book on Slughorn's dinner table. When he went, he thought that if the professor asked him a question and he couldn't answer it, he might be able to open it by turning the book temporarily. Solve the problem.But before leaving, Draco ticked his little chin, and he immediately forgot everything, even the book on the table.

He couldn't do without getting the book back, and Fletta had to regret his carelessness, and hoped that Professor Slughorn would not discover the secret of his success in making potions.

Fortunately, the clothes were still on, and Fleta tiptoed out of the room, ran down the stairs and left the Slytherin cellar.When he walked back to the shaman moonlight corridor, he was madly complaining to himself in his heart that he had learned to swim at night in various postures after coming to Hogwarts for three years.

Fleta walked on the road with ease, thinking about how to ask Slughorn back for the old potion book later, and how to explain it if he discovered his secret.Just as he was preoccupied, his steps froze suddenly.

At the end of the corridor next to the courtyard, a beautiful ghost stood in the moonlight, her ethereal body was so beautiful and ethereal that it was made of pure silver and as light as a mist.Such a beautiful ghost is not common even in Hogwarts, and Fletta immediately remembered that it should be Helena, the ghost of Ravenclaw.

Doesn't Helena dislike being out and about?Could it be because the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, this lady who has been away for a long time also wants to go out to relax?Helena stood there, she seemed a little excited, and said a word to the place behind the pillar in the blind spot of Fleta's vision.It was the first time Fleta saw such an ups and downs expression on the face of such an ice beauty, and for a moment, she didn't realize the fact that there was someone hiding behind the fence.

Helena looked at the person in front of her, as if helpless and disappointed: "You haven't seen me for so long, did you just ask me where that thing went? I thought you really cared about me!"

"I really care about you, Helena." The black-haired, black-eyed man said without any emotion, "so I always trusted you, didn't I?"

Helena looked at him, as if she wanted to see his sincerity from this sentence, but this Miss Phantom, who was nostalgic for the world, never got any results, she couldn't see what he was thinking: "Enough, I just want to I know it was still there before, but I don’t know why it’s gone now! Well, don’t ask me about the rest!” After speaking, Helena seemed unwilling to talk any more, turned around angrily and was about to leave.

Riddle took a deep breath, he sat on the fence leaning against the pillar behind him, his whole figure seemed to be extremely sleepy: "Helena."

Watching the ghost stop, Riddle's smile behind her was a little cold and mocking: "Don't you miss me?"

Ravenclaw's ghost didn't even look back, it stood there for a long time, and finally left.

Riddle seemed to be sighing a little. He looked down at his wrist, where there was a snow-white scar.It's not that he hates scars on his body, it's just that every time he was injured and left scars in the past, there was always an extremely smug person asking him to get rid of them as soon as possible.Riddle smiled, and when he went back, he should prepare a potion for removing scars, and it wouldn't take a long time.When he raised his head again, he saw a silver-haired boy standing not far away from him, his light gray eyes staring at him for a moment, the boy said hesitantly, "... who are you?"

Fleta looked incredulously at this man whom he had never met before. This man with black hair and black eyes was sitting on the stone railing by the courtyard, leaning his back against a white pillar.He was wearing a well-tailored suit, with a huge black veil covering his head. The black veil was like an ink-colored mist and reflected some dumb silver light in the moonlight, covering the whole body of this man.

He had never seen such a good-looking person. The senior was so handsome that all the girls in the school felt weak when they saw him. When Apollo turned indifferent when he smiled, it was Hades.

But this person in front of him is like a monster in the ancient Chinese ghost mythology. It is really cute to be drawn on the drawing paper by a man with magic power.During the day, it seduces you to lose your mind and stare at the painting with fascination.At night, when you can't take your eyes off, I will smile at you, walk down from the painting, and have a heart-to-heart with you.Fleta was inexplicably afraid of him, but looked at his face with a strange familiarity.

The man with black hair and black eyes slightly bent his peach-blossom eyes, and saw his snow-white silver hair clearly, and immediately knew who he was.He didn't answer Fletta's question, and waved to him with some interest: "Come here, let me see you."

Fleta didn't feel that he was going to hurt herself, so he hesitated and took a few steps forward.Riddle looked at him, and felt that this boy was very similar to Cecilia when he was a child, and he always seemed very obedient when he was not talking.On such a quiet night, Riddle actually felt a little soft in his heart, and inexplicably felt some kindness when he looked at the silver-haired child instead of directly killing him to silence him.

"Sir, who are you?"

Riddle put his index finger to his lips, and the yew wand trembled slightly in his sleeve, longing for blood, but he still showed a smile, and he shook his head to indicate that he could not tell him.

Fleta felt strange. He looked at the black tulle covering the man's body and felt that he became more mysterious because of this veil. The face that could not be seen clearly also made Fleta wonder: "Then, you What is this on your body?"

"It's just a magic item, it can cover my whereabouts, although it's not as good as the legendary invisibility cloak, but as long as I don't speak or make a sound, everyone will ignore my existence, even if I'm only standing by your side " Riddle lazily leaned against the railing, he looked at Fletta who seemed to be in a good mood, and actually explained it to him in detail, the child could detect it, probably because he heard Helena talking to him.

"Oh..." Fletta scratched her head and suddenly realized, "Hey? Then aren't you from this school?"

"I used to be," Riddle said, "but it doesn't seem to welcome me now."

Hearing the faint sadness in his words, Fletta felt sorry for him: "Then you came back to watch it secretly, didn't you? You look very young, are you one of my seniors who just graduated?"

Riddle laughed softly, looking at this child who could be his grandson, he seemed to think he was very funny: "Yeah, come back and see Hogwarts, I used to go to school here, I used to be in the same room as you Sleeping under the eaves, I am a student like you. But this time when I come back, I will look for the things I left here."

Hearing what he left behind in school, Fletta was stunned for a moment and thought of something: "Then did you find it?"

"No, I haven't found it after searching for a long time." Riddle smiled, and only he knew the eerie and terrifying under the smile, which was dangerous enough to kill him, "Maybe some student took it away, really pity."

Fleta's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately thought that he was the owner of the potions book, the Half-Blood Prince.He opened his mouth and wanted to tell him that he knew where the thing he dropped was, but suddenly his back felt cold, and the animal's natural premonition of danger made him change his appearance for some reason when he was about to speak: "Then...then What places did you find when you came back this time?"

"I walked all over the school, and it doesn't look much different from before. Fortunately, I have a good memory and I haven't lost my way." Riddle's voice was soft, "I searched in the library, where I finally slept, in Defense Against the Dark Arts I searched in the classroom, and finally dozed off there. I searched in the Room of Requirement, and finally found a sofa and fell asleep. Then I was so sleepy, I planned to go back to the Slytherin cellar for a while, but the password for the door seemed to have happened changed."

"Hey, wait, sir, are you a Slytherin?" Fletta smiled happily, "The password has been changed, and I'm a good student of Slytherin."

"Are you?"

"of course."

"Then Slytherin is proud of you, kid." After 20 years, Riddle had chatted with a child again for so long, and when he realized it, he felt a little strange.He originally thought that he would directly kill Cecil's son, but he didn't want to do so in his heart.I vaguely remember that when a chatterer was his age, he probably also liked to pester me to talk. "Thank you for chatting with an old man for so long, son."

"Old? You don't." Fletta looked at him, and finally said what had been worrying him, "I just think, I think you look a bit like someone I've seen..."

"Oh?" Riddle didn't ask who it was, the black was so indifferent that he had no emotion, he heard himself ask softly, "Where does it look like?"

"The eyes are similar! Especially when you closed your eyes just now and leaned there as if you were asleep, I thought I saw him again...Although it is impossible." Fletta poked her mouth, he just thought I saw the dead Regulus, as if being picked up from the water by Sirius, "But you look better, I know you are not alone with him."

"Really." The smile on the corner of Riddle's mouth was so cold that there was no warmth. "You really have eyes."

Fleta wanted to say something more, but a voice stopped him from behind: "Mr. Hill, why are you here!"

Fletta turned her head to look at Astoria who appeared in the corner of the corridor, her eyes widened: "Miss Greengrass!"

As the prefect of Slytherin, Astoria was patrolling the school at night, when he saw the third grade standing by the courtyard frown: "You shouldn't travel at night, it's very unsafe."

"I know, but." Fletta turned her head and found that the man with black hair and black eyes had disappeared there, as if the beauty sitting on the railing in the moonlight with her back against the pillar was just a dream.

"But what?" Astoria stepped closer, watching Fleta standing there in a daze.Young Greengrass sighed, "I don't want to deduct points for Slytherin, I hope you don't come out for a night tour next time, Professor McGonagall and Filch will not show mercy to our college. Let's go , I'll take you back to the dormitory, it's not safe."

"Thank you, sister..." Fletta frowned and looked at Greengrass, the strange feeling in her heart was getting stronger and stronger.

The author has something to say:*

Riddle likes to sleep

Riddle is nearsighted

At the Ministry of Magic asked Draco to come closer and show him

Asked Fletta to come closer and show him at school

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