[hp] Dragon Training

Perhaps the children in the school have reached a certain age, and the communication between students is no longer just friendship or academic.At least Fletta feels that in her grade, there are several female students staring at her, which is not right... Well, maybe not only her grade, but several senior girls don't look like her In the past, mothers have seen the feeling of motherly love in their sons.

In potions class the next morning, Slughorn returned the potions book to himself.Thanks to Merlin, this professor didn't read the book much because he was agitated by the seniors last night, and he didn't read the contents written in it.When Fletta took the book back, she raised her head and smiled at him, hoping to relieve the depression and tension on the professor's face.

I have to say that this is really useful, and when Fletta is not talking, she smiles cute and cute, like a member of a choir in a church or just a little angel.Slughorn watched him feel a little better, and then he had the strength to start the class again-of course, he didn't say a word to Draco from the beginning to the end, as if he had forgotten himself last night Sworn to teach him the same as his promise.

Draco didn't show any expression of regret either, he was calm and doing his own thing seemed extremely calm.

"Fleta, pass me the purple cabbage extract."

"Um... purple, purple, oh, this is purple, right?" Fletta took a dark purple test tube.

"That's the juice from the violet rhizome, it's the second one from the left." Draco took the time to look up.

"Oh....It's obviously green! Why is it called purple cabbage!" Fleta was confused, and gave the senior the test tube containing the emerald green liquid.

"Because it's called purple cabbage." Draco was quick and focused. He raised his hand and dropped a few drops of the liquid into the conical flask, and the potion in the conical flask immediately changed from yellow to bright red.He breathed a sigh of relief, the procedure for making the medicine was complicated, and it was completed here.

"Wow, how could this be?" Fleta smiled with his eyes bent, as if he felt amazing.

"..." Draco was silent for a second, feeling that he still had a little responsibility as a senior, and explained resignedly, "This is a normal reaction. Purple cabbage is usually purple, and it will turn green when it is chopped into juice, but It turns purple in contact with liquids. You should take a good look at your herbalism, troll."

"Like blueberries?"

"Yeah." It's not impossible to insist on explaining with food.

"Wow, senior, do you like eating blueberries?"

"It's okay, why?"

"Then what's your favorite food?"

"What's none of your business? Go and do your homework." Draco narrowed his gray-blue eyes and looked at him warily.

"You have to tell me what you like to eat." Fletta looked at him seriously, "otherwise how would I do it?"

"Shoot? What do you do..." As soon as the words fell, Draco saw Fletta take out a small pink bottle from his pocket, and he immediately turned black, picked up the book and slapped the little pervert. Slapped hard.

Fletta was filmed until tears came out: "I was wrong..."

The senior's beautiful eyes raised slightly, and he looked at him lazily and indifferently: "What's wrong?"

"Before I do it... I shouldn't have told you..."

"..."

The senior was so angry that he ignored him for a long time, even though this little bastard harassed the beauty many times, he still seemed to ignore him.Little Fletta pouted, and could only obediently follow the potion book to find the ingredients, but he didn't see that when he lowered his head seriously, the senior next to him turned his head and looked at him several times worriedly.

After class, Fletta had a Charms class to attend, and Draco had a Transfiguration class.After all, they are in different grades, so of course the curriculum cannot be exactly the same.Fletta looked at Draco who was about to go forward indifferently, and felt anxious, and the parting in class actually began to make him reluctant: "I'll see you at lunch, sir!"

Draco stopped for a while, his voice was a little soft: "Clear water or grilled steak."

"Huh? What?" Fleta didn't respond.

"My favorite thing to eat." The senior returned with a sneer, "but I hope that your small bottle will not be used on anyone. For me, you don't need it. For others, I will kill him."

"... Oh." Fletta said in a daze.

At this moment when they came out of class, many people saw that the eyes of this pair of gold and silver doves were shining, and the eager girls not only stayed on the chairman, but also the beautiful boy who was growing up in the third grade was also separated. A lot of attention.

Draco turned a blind eye to those meaningful gazes: "Be careful when eating in the future."

"why?"

"I don't want to kill people, it will make me graduate early." Draco said lightly. "Go to class, troll, you're going to be late."

Fleta took his gloved hand and put it on the side of her face, smiled at him, waved after putting him down, and left with the book in her arms.Draco's eyes were a little dark behind him, and he looked at his back for a few seconds as if hesitating, and when he finally made up his mind and turned to leave, his face returned to indifference, and his light-colored eyes were extremely indifferent.

Professor Flitwick's Charms class is still the same teaching mode, the teacher teaches first, and the students practice on their own.After a while, he will naturally point out people to stand up and demonstrate.Fletta looked at the sleeping little rabbit in front of her and was a little distracted. Then she heard Professor Flitwick say on the podium: "The Resurrection Curse, a relatively advanced spell. In the Middle Ages, many wizards pretended to be dead in order to avoid being burned. , let the body fall into a deep sleep but the soul wanders out. This is a very dangerous magic, if no one recites the magic spell on the body, this person will probably..."

"Death?" a student interjected.

"No, of course not." Flitwick was not annoyed at his interruption, but just shook his head, "It will continue to sleep like that until the body is irreparably damaged, and then it will return to a truly dead state."

Fletta sat up straight and raised her hands to ask: "So, what about the wandering soul? Will it continue to drift? Will he die?"

"No one knows, Mr. Hill. But if it becomes like that, what's the difference between it and death?"

Fleta listened blankly, as if she wanted to refute and was a little strange.But Flitwick continued with a wave of his wand: "Now, look at the half-dead rabbit in front of you, and cast a spell to bring it back to life."

Of course, a mere resurrection spell can't trouble Fleta. With a wave of the dragon tooth wand, the rabbit's free soul seemed to return to the body. Stand up from the table.

"Oh, Mr. Hill has done a very good job." Professor Flitwick praised his students more than once.

Fletta felt a little soft in her heart, and stretched out her hand to touch the little rabbit.But this little guy seemed to be very afraid of him, his ears shrunk and he shivered, his watery eyes were pitiful.Fletta had no choice but to withdraw her hand, sighed inwardly, and waved her wand to command the rabbit to jump into the cage that the professor had prepared long ago.

Suddenly there was some noise behind him, and Fletta smelled a strong smell of blood. He turned his head and found that on Catherine's table, a hole had been opened in the belly of her snow-white rabbit. The little girl looked like Somewhat at a loss, she looked pale as she watched Shen Sleeping bled to death, even the hand holding the wand was trembling.

Fletta frowned and left her seat and walked to her, not listening to what the people around her said, pointing the wand at the rabbit and chanting a healing spell, but it didn't work at all.Fletta was stunned for a moment, seeing that the blood was about to overflow the table, he frowned and said: "Termine."

The blood stopped immediately, and then the blood gradually returned to the rabbit's body while the boy whispered and chanted, the wound gradually healed, and the little rabbit's fur gradually returned to snow white."Lamestdetour (return of the soul)" Fleta said quietly with light gray eyes downcast.

The rabbit's ears moved, and after a while, it also opened its ruby-like eyes, and stood up intact.But this cute little animal seemed to be a little afraid of Fleta, and a little afraid of Catherine. It kept shivering on the table, and finally ran back into the cage under the spell of Fleta.

"Little girl, you can't do this anymore." Fleta simply sat beside her, without looking at her, her voice was very soft, "I'm worried about you, what's wrong with you?"

"Why worry about me? No need."

"Don't hide it from me, you just used black magic on the rabbit, didn't you?"

"..."

"Used it subconsciously and accidentally?" Fleta recalled her reaction.

"……none of your business."

"One of the reasons why black magic is so taboo is that it requires a price and a medium. Sometimes the person who casts the spell will be devoured by the profound black magic and even destroy his soul. You have already attacked unconsciously, Catherine, I'm really worried about you, what's wrong with you?"

Catherine refused to answer: "I don't want to talk to you anymore, go back to your place, Fleta."

"Okay." Fleta stood up in no hurry, "I'll ask you one more thing."

"..."

"are we still friends?"

"..." Catherine sat there stiffly, she didn't say anything, she didn't know whether to acquiesce or veto.

"Little girl... I thought..." Fletta stood up a little sad, "I thought it was impossible for us not to be friends, because no matter what, I thought you would stand by my side and tell me the way, It's good for me to smile at me. Just as I decided to do it for you."

Catherine took a deep breath, the girl was trembling all over, and her eyes were a little red.In the end, she took a few deep breaths as if to calm her unsteady breathing, raised her head and said fiercely: "You don't know anything, Fleta...you don't know anything."

Fletta was stunned, and she continued to say: "You have so many people protecting you, you have so many people loving you, even if there is any danger, Malfoy will calmly stop you without telling you... You sleep peacefully every night, do whatever you want, and the consequences will be borne by someone who likes you. You don’t know anything, it’s because you don’t know anything that you can stand here and tell me Such words... how lucky you are!"

"Catherine?" Fletta's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and he was stunned by the touch. An unknown feeling hurt his heart with stinging pain.

The girl took a deep look at him, closed her eyes as if she was extremely tired, and finally took a deep breath: "...Sorry, let's go. Thank you for helping me."

……

Fletta sat at the long table, he was a little out of his mind.He thought over and over what Catherine told him, not sad, but a little blunt.No matter what you do, someone will bear the consequences for yourself... He is not the kind of person who is weak enough to be protected by others. He should be one of the most ferocious animals in the world.

A girl from the student council passed by the dining table and took a glass jug and poured some cherry juice into the glasses in front of the chairman.

The boy was a little dazed when he saw the bright color, and reached for a cup.Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, Draco stopped him. The senior frowned and took a sip of the cherry juice, and stuffed it back into Fleta's hand after he didn't taste any additions.

Fletta was dazed by his actions: "Don't you dislike cherry juice?"

"But you like it." Draco frowned and took a sip of water to suppress the smell.

"Senior." Fletta remembered what Catherine had said to him, and looked at him seriously, "Are you really protecting me all the time?"

Draco glanced at him with a look that you only know, Blaise looked at Fletta and laughed in a low voice, the tall boy said: "The girls in the student union are said to have had the most terrible thing in private. The ranking of popular college boys, Little Fletta, you are on the list. Don't you think that many people look at you in the wrong way recently?"

The silver-haired boy was stunned and hairy, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He looked at Draco and said, "You are No.1!"

Brace takes it for granted: "Of course he is."

Fletta immediately covered her face with joy, seeing him like this Draco knew he was sick again.My mind is absolutely full of strange thoughts that No.1 is my boyfriend or that I kissed No.1 forcefully.

Blaise: "You are also No.6. You look easy to bully and small. Although I don't understand how anyone dares to snatch food in front of His Highness, there are still many people who want to inject you with ecstasy or love magic. After taking the medicine, drag it to the bed, you know?"

Fletta shook her head and sighed: "Hey, as I grow up, my beauty has become more and more of my trouble."

"Oh...Merlin."

Fletta slapped the table hard, shaking the tableware on the long table, and a drop of cherry juice splashed out of the glass: "What are you calling Merlin, if I'm not good-looking, why would you fall in love with me!"

Blaise sneered: "Come on, little Fletta, it's purely because of Draco's pedophilia."

Draco's expression looked like he wanted to strangle these two cowards for a moment.

Blaise sensed that His Highness was not in a good mood, so he changed the subject with a friendly smile: "Professor Slughorn invited us to his party on Christmas, and we can bring a companion. Have you made your choice?"

Fletta pointed at the senior, but the senior didn't speak.

"God, do you want to waste the quota like this? There are only two people who can participate. Do you know about internal digestion?"

Draco didn't listen to his nonsense: "Who are you going to invite?"

"Forehead……"

Fleta laughed. "Nat?"

"...What should I ask him for?"

"How do I know what you asked him to do?" Freita stuck out her tongue.

The author has something to say: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Speaking of Riddle falling asleep halfway through making potions and falling into the cauldron...

in fact

Here's what I've done...

During that time, I was exhausted from rushing homework.

In addition, rushing to rank and playing ranks

With a rookie

All kinds of death, go to bed at three or four o'clock every day, and wake up at 07:30.

After a week, the whole person is soft.