[hp] Dragon Training

In the morning when it was still daylight, Fletta opened her eyes secretly, lying on the bed and seeing the senior still sleeping, feeling very happy.The senior breathes evenly, and his usually stern face is extremely peaceful at this moment. The platinum eyelashes look so beautiful that the pervert wants to go up and lick them twice.But he still restrained this impulse, and carefully got up from the bed, trying not to disturb him, lifted the quilt and walked out of bed.

Draco actually woke up when he moved. He was always alert, but he thought that the little [-] might want to go to the bathroom, so he didn't open his eyes to ask him what he was going to do.

Fleta tiptoed out, ran down the winding staircase and opened the door.The moment the door was opened, the outside was completely white, the heavy snow buried everything, and the world was at a loss.Fleta stared at this natural and spectacular scene in a daze, and the breath he breathed turned into a thick white mist in the air.He didn't wear shoes when he ran down, and now he stepped on the soft snow with bare feet, feeling the thick and cold feeling densely touching himself in the soles of his feet.Fleta shuddered, looking at the flawless snow, but couldn't bear to destroy it.

But he has already decided what gift he wants to give the senior, so he needs to prepare well for it.

In the silence, Fletta's light gray eyes gradually lit up, and the magic power boiling in his blood drove away the cold. In the blink of an eye, the young man's soft and fair skin was covered with scales, and his four claws landed silently. The transformed silver dragon Quietly spread its wings.He shook his bones and spread the membrane, and the whole dragon flew to the corner of the courtyard garden.

Draco felt that Fletta had been out for a long time and hadn't come back. He opened his eyes suspiciously, and suddenly he heard some strange noises coming from the yard of his house. The voice was low and hoarse, like an animal in extreme pain. When he let out a low growl, it sounded like his internal organs were being torn apart.

He froze for a moment and sat up directly, walked to the French windows and opened the velvet curtains to look out, but the window was completely white due to the heavy snow all day and night, and there were no traces or clues in the vast snow.Draco frowned and was more and more worried about Fleta. He put on a cloak and was about to go out to find someone, but the door of the room was pushed open at this moment.

Fleta was surprised: "Sir, are you up?"

Draco frowned, "Where have you been?"

"Going outside to play in the snow, it's freezing to death." Fretta smiled.

"If my memory is not wrong, you still had a mild cold yesterday. Why are you so anxious to die that your brain is also sick?" Draco's face was not good, and the little silver-haired monster smiled, He ran back to the bed in a few steps, got under the quilt and shrank in.His face was pale from the cold, his lips were bloodless, he shrank into a small ball as if he was nostalgic for the warmth left in the quilt.

Draco froze for a moment, then lifted the quilt and lay down.He noticed that Fleta was shaking slightly, frowned and reached out to hug him: "Is it so cold?"

The boy frowned and nodded, then shook his head again.After a while, the piercing feeling gradually subsided, and he finally smiled, took his senior's hand and put a ring on his index finger.The cold feeling of touching a hard object startled Draco all at once, and he wanted to take it out to have a look but was stopped by Fleta.

Fleta said softly, "Merry Christmas, sir."

Draco felt the shape of the ring under the quilt, it was not very smooth and could not feel its texture: "Is your gift a ring? Propose, Mr. Hill?"

"I... haven't thought that far." Fletta seemed extremely tired, his face was still pale after being warmed, he closed his eyes with a soft smile on his face, "but I just want to be with you Son……"

He fell asleep not long after, and while he was dead asleep, Draco pulled his right hand out of the quilt and carefully looked at the ring on his index finger.Rather than saying it was a ring, it was just a ring, and he couldn't see anything special about it for a while.The whole body of the ring is milky white, and it does not reflect light when viewed indoors, but some light is faintly visible. In the faint light from the curtains, the inside of the ring is pasted with a layer of silver material, which does not look like The metal is not like a shell, it is warm and matte, like a ray of moonlight...

Draco looked at it carefully, and felt that the silver material looked familiar. He suddenly thought of something, and looked at the ring almost in disbelief. anger.At that moment, he could hardly restrain his hysteria, and he was about to pull the sleeping bastard up to question him.

The texture of the milky white ring is delicate and hard, and the light emitted by the special silver material is even rarer in the world and there will never be another kind.

He can do such absurd things as turning the body into bones, rings into scales, and skinning the flesh and bones! ?How much pain will he have?

The young man's pale face fell into a deep sleep and was extremely peaceful. The whole person seemed to be carved out of white jade. He sank into the quilt and curled up into a small ball. Because he felt the breath that made him feel at ease, he didn't think about anything, just leaned on it peacefully like that. For him, it seemed that the unbearable pain had already disappeared.

The young man took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and then paused. In the end, he didn't wake him up, and raised his hand to pull the quilt under his chin.And he couldn't sleep anymore, so he had to get up, put on his clothes and go downstairs. Draco felt distressed and helpless. He felt that the ring on his index finger could not be taken off no matter what. He suddenly understood what he said "I just want to be with you all the time." Nothing can be regarded as an irrevocable promise like this ring.

Draco frowned deeply when he went downstairs, but the door of the house was opened again.The platinum nobleman brought his beautiful wife Shi Shiran back home from the icy and snowy world, without any snow on his body.

Draco stepped forward and hugged Narcissa: "Mom, welcome back." Narcissa kissed his son on the cheek, and the beautiful lady looked at him with a smile.

"I thought you would come back later, father, after all, Mr. Hill and Dumbledore are still busy, aren't they?"

Lucius glanced at him indifferently: "There is nothing more important than spending Christmas with your family, and I am the Minister of Magic, I hope Merlin will give me 38 hours a day, so that I can have time to return home after work is done." Wandering around with my subordinate Weasley."

Even after returning from the snowstorm, the long hair of the platinum nobleman was not messed up at all.The years didn't seem to have left any traces on his face. The Malfoys were all very good-looking, and God had bestowed almost all good things on them.He changed the snake-headed cane to the other hand, brushed off the snowflakes on Narcissa's shoulders, raised her hand and kissed her lightly, with charming eyes: "I want to taste what you made by yourself at lunch. Cooking, Salsa."

Narcissa smiled: "Okay, honey, just for Christmas, and the lovely little guests."

Lucius' gray-blue eyes drooped slightly, his face was like frost and snow, the corner of his mouth was about to smile, and his voice was elegant and calm: "I forgot, where is the gray-eyed kid from the Auston family? Why didn't you see him?"

Draco smirked and didn't answer, Narcissa nodded to her son and turned to the kitchen.Lucius smiled at his wife, turned to look at his son with indifferent eyes: "When did you come back?"

"Before you. Father, you came home a little late." Draco looked extremely indifferent.

"Because I stopped by to pick up your mother who was staying at Mrs. Parkinson's house." Lucius looked at him carefully and said lightly, "Your new ring looks good."

Draco stroked the ring and said coldly, "Of course, it's a Christmas present after all."

"It looks very precious, but the material is a bit unusual. I hope you cherish it, after all, it's only natural for children to receive gifts."

Little Mr. Malfoy remained calm, he was ridiculed by his father as a child and did not argue, but asked directly: "But I haven't received your Christmas present yet, father?"

Lucius was a little lazy, his gray-blue eyes were like cold stars in the snow, and his attitude was casual and natural: "You are already the only heir to my property, and all my future belongs to you, son, do you want to be within the scope of your property?" What does Riso want?"

Draco was noncommittal to the answer, with a smirk that mirrored his father's: "Merry Christmas, Father."

Lucius sighed faintly, his platinum-blond hair shining brightly: "When Narcissa gave birth to you, you were still like a monkey, but now the ugly monkey has grown up to be annoying. Son, I am proud of you oh."

"..." Draco was also used to his father's poisonous tongue since he was a child. When he was a child, he was more arrogant and couldn't stand stimulation and sarcasm, which was mostly caused by his father's poisonous tongue.But now he is able to smile slightly and calmly, "Others say that I am very similar to my father, and you taught me everything."

Lucius found that his son was almost as tall as him at some point, and could no longer look down at him with half-hearted disdain.Immediately with a mocking smile, the platinum aristocrat's eyes were chilly, and the snake-headed cane stabbed him unexpectedly, and walked gracefully to see his wife.

Draco didn't intend to hide, but the hit on his body was not as painful as imagined, it was different from before, it was just like a light tap.He frowned, and immediately thought of the reason.

Draco twirled the ring on his index finger slightly, watching his dad strutting to find his mother, it was getting late, maybe he should wake up some little bastard.

The author has something to say: keel is the best magic medium, it can expand the power of magic, and medieval knights can increase damage by using keel as a weapon

(Don't ask me how I know so much, I play a lot of galgame games)

The dragon scales are extremely hard, and they are resistant to magic and damage

It can be regarded as a god-level token of love, but it hurts a bit.

Alston pulled out the bone to make a wand for his son

gave his son a bad head

When I see someone I like, I also learn to give away bones ╮(╯▽╰)╭Senior, I feel so distressed

Oh wow.