[hp] Dragon Training

Draco on the side sat silently at the dining table, stared dryly at his father, and looked at Narcissa who was holding his pet and never letting go, for a moment he couldn't figure out who was his mother's son... This statement is really hell .

At lunch, Narcissa baked a big cake for Fletta, watching him eat it like a hamster puffed up her heart, and she smiled and asked him to eat more.In the end Draco couldn't bear it anymore and stretched out his hand to stop him, in case some little monster like a goldfish with a memory of no more than seven seconds would strangle him to death.

Narcissa wanted to feed him some black tea biscuits until after lunch, but the senior didn't dare to stay at home any longer, and asked the house elf to come over with a thick cloak and coat, saying that he would take him out to have a look.

Narcissa looked at her own son and said with disapproval: "It's still snowing outside, what if Fletta gets wet and catches a cold?"

"..." Draco remained expressionless, feeling a little pain in his heart, "I will take good care of him, don't worry."

Narcissa was worried.Her beautiful eyebrows frowned a little, and compared the length: "His legs are so much shorter than yours, what if he gets stuck in the snow and can't find them?"

"..." is a question.

In the end, it was the little troll who heard Xue very happy and said that he wanted to go out to play, so Narcissa let him go.Mrs. Malfoy pulled up the cloak hat for him, and the circle of white down on the hat made his small face exquisite, and Mrs. Malfoy tied the cloak strap tightly under his pointed chin to ensure that the cold wind would not freeze him. It's slightly relieved.Fletta bent her eyes and smiled, and kissed the lady's face again. Narcissa was so cute that she asked them to come back early and make delicious food for them in the evening.

Fletta was walking in the snow with the senior, Draco looked at him and said, "Don't get too close to my mother."

The boy raised his head in doubt: "Why?"

"...my dad will be unhappy." Draco recalled his miserable childhood when he was utterly disgusted by his dad, and said lightly.

"Huh? OAO"

Draco thought for a while, and raised a chestnut: "When I was young, my mother would grab me and my father would snatch me away. Then when my mother walked away, my father would just throw me away and follow me Behind my mother...it's not like I didn't suspect why they gave birth to me."

"Hahahahahaha." Freita smiled and leaned on his arm.

Draco glanced at him: "Don't laugh."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Fletta couldn't help it, but the joy turned into sadness. She stepped on a pit in the snow, sank into it with a plop, and was buried directly in the snow on her waist.

"..." Fletta was dumbfounded, opening her mouth like a frog, "Help me."

Draco gave him a cold look to confirm that he was trapped, and then began to run wildly into the distance.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Focus on it, it's useless to use a lot of effort.

Then there was a thud in the distance, and he saw Draco fall into the pit too.

Draco: "..."

Fletta: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

The young man laughed so hard that his waist softened, and the place where his tailbone had just sprained was hurt because he laughed too hard.Fletta gasped while laughing, and finally watched his senior turn his head slowly, and looked at him with a deadly gaze from a distance of tens of meters. He didn't sink too deep at all, relying on his long legs It came out in one step.After coming out, he started to walk back slowly with no expression on his face, rolling up his sleeves while walking, determined not to give up until he beat the little bastard to death.

In the end, Fleta wasn't too stupid, and when he changed into a dragon, he flapped his wings on his back and pulled himself out like pulling a carrot.Seeing his senior's ferocious look, he didn't dare to change back. His golden vertical pupils looked at him pitifully, and boldly stretched out his scaly face to rub against him.

The boy was really witty, and when he saw Long Draco, pink bubbles appeared in his heart. He wanted to be more serious, but he couldn't help but stroked his cold scales several times.Fletta was so happy that she bent down to show her submission: The snow is so deceitful, why don't you come and fly around for a drive, pretty boy?

Draco raised his eyebrows and did not refuse, and he went up with one step of his long legs.A certain mount feels happy, it can look down on the senior when it becomes like this, and it flies up with a wing when it thinks so.

The senior was not affected by the biting cold wind, at most his face became stiffer.Sitting on Fleta's back, he saw that a scale was missing on the dragon's back, and a dry bloodstain was faintly exposed underneath, which presumably should be the position of the human spine.He touched that place with his fingers, and felt very distressed, so he bent down and kissed the damaged place.Fleta's wings were crooked, and he almost fell to the ground with the dragon.

"Don't interfere with the old driver's driving, sir!"

"Drive up the hill, old driver." Draco patted him on the back and said in a cold voice.

Under the leadership of Draco, they came to the tomb in the deep mountain. Fleta fell to the ground and turned into a human. After looking at the words written on the tomb, he took a deep breath, thought for a while, and used the transformation spell to conjure a flower. Flowers were placed in front of the tombstone.

Draco looked at the tombstone, and suddenly frowned: "No."

"?" Fletta was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"It has been snowing for so long, why is there no snow on the tombstone?" Draco walked in and looked at the bare stone monument. Although there were no footprints nearby, he said with certainty, "Who has been here before?"

Fletta didn't care, and smiled: "Who could it be?"

Draco was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

Fleta crouched down in front of Abraxas' tombstone and saw a small snowdrift there.Out of fun, he grabbed the little snow bag with his hands, but saw the buried candy inside.Fleta froze for a moment, and was extremely happy, feeling as if she had discovered a treasure.

"Can I eat?"

"No!" Draco's face darkened, "You know who put it and you want to eat it?"

"You must have come to pay homage to your grandfather? Otherwise, why would you sweep the snow for him and bury candy for him?" Fletta was also embarrassed to eat the candy offered by others, and he stuffed the candy back into the snowdrift Another delicate and lovely little snowman was piled up. "Maybe it's a friend? After all, not everyone can enter your house, right?"

"You're smart." Draco didn't refute him, because it was exactly what he said.But who would it be?Sneaking in on his grandfather as a friend without telling his family?

Fletta looked up and saw the platinum rose blooming next to the tombstone, and was taken aback for a moment. For some reason, she had a strange feeling looking at it.That feeling is like stuffing a mouthful of snow in your mouth in winter, and your internal organs hurt from the cold, but he surprisingly didn't feel malicious or ominous.

Fletta looked at the bright and blooming flower, and said slowly: "It's so... so sad..."

"Sad? Sad what?"

Fletta thought for a while and said slowly: "Senior, let me tell you a story... Once upon a time, a man went to a palace as a guest, and he was allowed by the king to watch in the garden. Everything in the garden is beautiful, but in a In the corner I saw an old veteran in military uniform, standing there like a statue."

Draco listened carefully: "It's a soldier in the palace."

"Well." Fletta nodded, "That man looked very strange, so he asked the housekeeper in the palace who it was, and the housekeeper told him that the princess once passed by the garden and saw a blooming rose in the corner. It bloomed beautifully, so the princess asked a soldier to guard the rose and wait for her to come back... and until that person saw the soldier, 30 years had passed since the princess died. The soldier had been in the corner of the garden, Keep that little promise."

Draco's pupils contracted, and suddenly he couldn't imagine the kind of extreme loneliness, the kind of loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow. He took a breath, and asked with doubts in his voice: "He has been guarding for 30 years?"

"Ah."

"Is this story true?"

"I don't know...but when I saw this magical rose, I suddenly thought of it for some reason. It's very sad. There is always a guardian who never leaves. Isn't that the longing and loneliness that is tormenting every minute and every second? "Fleta closed her eyes, folded her hands and knelt in front of the grave piously: "Grandpa Malfoy, please bless me to pass the potion."

Draco wanted to laugh a little, he simply couldn't understand the two hundred and five.Just now, Wenyi was so sad that people wanted to comfort him, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a brat who didn't want to beat him.What kind of god was his grandfather?

Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and the smile on his face froze.Draco's face turned cold all of a sudden, and he dragged Fletta to run not far from the tombstone, ran a few steps to an open space, squatted down, and reached out to dig the snow.

Fleta was a little surprised by the senior's sudden movement, and was slightly relieved to see the senior digging up the thick snow layer and seeing the light blue seedling inside.

Fleta thought the little plant was very beautiful: "What is this?"

"Windbell Frostgrass."

"...?"

"I think you'd better ask Merlin to bless you to pass herbal medicine first. This is the potion that was taken to cure your burns last time." Draco glared at him.

"Oh oh oh! I remember, it's so sweet! Delicious!"

"It's delicious, you ghost. The biggest use of this medicine is not to cure burns, but to treat black magic wounds. Since you ate it, it is now growing back." Draco carefully buried the snow, which is One of the most precious potion ingredients in the world, if nothing else, it takes too long to grow.In other places, it takes at least ten years to ripen, and it cannot be cultivated on a large scale. Only one plant can be planted within a hundred miles, and places with this kind of herb must be enclosed and protected.

"You..." Fletta thought for a while before reacting, "Do you think that the unknown visitor to Grandpa Malfoy's grave came for this herb that heals black magic wounds?"

"There should be a reason for this."

"However, I have already eaten the grass." Freita suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the person who made the trip in vain.

Draco didn't think there was anything wrong: "At least it means that that person's grades in potions at school are definitely better than yours, he has basic herbal medicine ethics, and he didn't do anything to destroy the source in a fit of anger. Otherwise, you will never Don't even think about eating this."

Thinking of the smell of this Campanula Frostgrass, Fletta licked her lower lip a little greedily, and said with a smile: "Will you also give me a snack when the future matures?"

"As long as you like it, what's wrong with it?" Senior Senior said indifferently, saying that the treasure plant in front of him was similar to a salted radish.

The author has something to say: Here are a few foreshadowings and doubts in the full text for everyone to open their minds.

1. Riddle promised something to Abraxas Malfoy (will talk about it in the next few chapters)

2. What is their relationship?

3. Is the younger brother dead? Does the younger brother still exist in Riddle's body?

4. Where is the Horcrux?I arranged for Riddle to look for the diadem at the school, but I couldn't find it, and Helena said she didn't know.

5. Why did Riddle want the Horcrux back?This chapter gives hints, black magic trauma.

6. The roles and roles of Colin Conrad and Luna Lovegood.

7. Rational discussion, the handsomeness of Nanming Lihuozhihuangjian.

The story about the rose

it is true

The princess is Princess Diana.