[hp] Dragon Training

Professor Slughorn was taken aback and opened the door, and saw Draco Malfoy hugging a silver-haired boy like a bear in his arms, paralyzed on him and being dragged by him.

Fleta's face was red and her clothes were disheveled, and there were many red marks on her neck.His eyes were full of water, as if he had been severely ravaged, and he couldn't help trembling even when he spoke: "Professor... help..."

Slughorn was startled. "What's the matter, boy?"

"Love love love... love potion!" Fletta seemed to have been greatly violated, and she was really wronged.He choked up and said, "Senior ate a piece of chocolate with added ingredients, and then he was like this, calling me cute and handsome! He said I was the most beautiful person in the world! Ah, I didn't listen, I let Don't talk about beating him hard, but in the end he wants to talk, and he talks to death! He also said that he wants to occupy my beauty! Ah, professor, I'm so scared!"

"..." Slughorn sounded like something was wrong, "come in first, no matter what..."

Fletta dragged his senior to the sofa and whispered, "Oh, don't grab my waist... You've already taken the love potion, shouldn't you love me to death..."

Although Draco had taken the medicine, it was impossible for him to pass out like this, but Slughorn hated that he didn't ask him to ask questions until class. If he didn't act badly, how could he let himself into the room.When I was lying on Fletta's body just now, I heard this little bastard talking nonsense. He really wanted to hit someone, but when he raised his hand, he felt reluctant... He didn't want to hit him, he wanted to touch him.Draco felt that the sweet milky smell on his body was too tempting, just smelling it a few times would make him tickle drunk.

Fleta ran to approach the professor as the senior said. It was almost the end of the semester, and Slughorn turned the corner while still watching them.Don't take the initiative now.Just as he was about to run to chat with the professor, his wrists were restrained, and then he was pulled hard and sat on his senior's long legs.

Fletta was kissed by his senior, feeling his upturned nose brushing against her face.The young man was almost dead handsome by him, and he was so dazed by his delirious and lustful appearance, his heartbeat was as fast as a rabbit hopping.Usually he would tease him by himself, but today, for the first time ever, the other party took the initiative, the boy's face was bloodshot with excitement, and he laughed happily like a sunburst.

Fletta took the initiative to hold his neck and yelled hypocritically: "Ah, help, it's disgusting, it's molesting!"

Draco felt that he was going to be bored to death, and raised his hand to cover his mouth to silence his voice. His cold hand reached under the hem of his shirt, and the school uniform belt was torn loose by him.

With his back turned to them, Slughorn stepped up his actions to prepare the antidote. As soon as he successfully prepared it, he turned around with the red wine glass containing the potion, and saw the dignified student union president bullying men and bullying men.The old professor was so panicked that he hurried forward and pulled the person away forcefully.At that moment, the two of them were taken aback, and they all looked at him with murderous eyes.

Slughorn: "..."

The old professor coughed: "Take medicine."

Draco frowned and remained silent for a second or two, as if he was a bit torn between just taking the medicine to detoxify or just relying on the medicine's properties... Later, the shame of being a nobleman and the pressure of becoming a pedophile might have overcome him Evil thoughts, he took the cup of antidote and drank it down. Immediately, he felt a basin of ice water descending from the top of the sky, causing his fiery body to return to zero temperature immediately, and the whole person calmed down instantly.

Fleta was rather unhappy, sitting there with her belt on, resentful.

Slughorn shook his head. "How are you, sir?"

"Thank you, Professor. I feel that I can see the world much more clearly. Please forgive me if I was rude before."

"It's normal, child. The powerful love potion will make the things you usually like a lot more attractive to you, and let you smell your favorite smell." Slughorn smiled, expressing his understanding. "You have to thank Fletta, this child has helped you a lot."

Fleta purred, but was unhappy, she leaned on his senior's arm and pouted silently.Draco shook him away with a shoulder shake, and Fleta was bounced off, bouncing straight back into his arms.Draco didn't refuse him for the second time, and stretched out his hand to touch his head, as if smoothing the hair of a small animal: "Yes, I didn't expect... I mean, someone would use something like a love potion on me , which is really disturbing."

Slughorn took a deep breath and nodded: "Yeah, but I'm used to it...after all, people with platinum blonde hair are very popular."

Draco's heart moved, and there was something tricky.He asked suspiciously, "Professor?"

"Ah, sorry. I mean, your grandfather and father have dealt with this kind of stuff, the Lucius kid was fine, and the Abu kid was almost on Valentine's Day." Slugger Horn recalled.

"It's too bad." Draco didn't ask anything, and changed the subject with a smile, "You used to be my grandfather's teacher? What kind of person was he? Sorry, because it was too sad, my father never talked to me. Speaking of him, there is no portrait of him in the house."

Slughorn didn't think about it for too long, and said with a deep impression: "Mr. Malfoy gives me the feeling that he is very good, and he is always higher than others."

"It's always been that way in the Malfoy family."

"Yes, I know. But when I first met Mr. Abu, the first impression he gave me at that time was..." Slughorn looked at the fire in the room with some dazed eyes, his face Smiling, there was some longing in his eyes, as if he was recalling happy things, "That is the ultimate beauty. I was sitting on the teacher's seat, and I saw him in the first grade coming in from the door, taking off his cloak and hat to reveal his dazzling blond hair, The face is proud and indifferent, much more beautiful than the so-called angels or elves... At that moment, I knew that he would be the best student, the one who would definitely bring glory."

Fletta pouted, anyway, you think you are promising because of your good looks.cut.

Slughorn still recalls: "At that time, I was teaching potions and asked the students to chop and grind the buds of daffodils... Abu picked up the stem from the water bottle and picked up a daffodil. It was in full bloom in his hand, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then smiled... I have reasons to believe that it was not magic that made the flower bloom, but a face that was more beautiful than a flower. I regret that I did not bring The camera... I should take a picture of that scene and treasure it."

"He was a really good student and no one found fault with him, oh, except some people complained about his haughty attitude. But I as a professor know that's not the case, he is a lovely student, treat People close to him are extremely friendly... His grades are also among the top in the whole year, and his ideal is to be the best wizard..."

Draco smiled, but frowned afterwards: "However, it is said that my grandfather died young when my father was very young."

Slughorn's expression froze on his face, and his face was a little pale: "...beautiful people don't stay in this world for too long..."

"But that's a pity, isn't it?" Fleta said, muffled.

Draco thought for a few seconds: "Professor, don't you like me? It's because my grandfather gave you bad memories, right? I'm sorry for that."

"No... no, of course not," Slughorn said slowly, dead. "You're fine...Abraxas is fine too...you're all fine..."

Draco fell silent, waiting for the professor to tell him the truth.

"I know, I know... what you want to know about me, but I have to tell you, I can't do it... that would destroy me..."

Draco interrupted him directly: "But professor, isn't Abraxas beautiful? He was so popular with you, but in the end he died quietly in a place isolated from the world. No one remembers him, and no one knows Who is he... Are you unwilling to tell his descendants the truth about his death? It may have something to do with Voldemort..."

"Don't say his name."

"We're not afraid of him, Professor." The senior's face was so indifferent to cruel, his gray-blue eyes were like the sky covered with dark clouds, and his face was as handsome as a statue in a Greek temple. "As a relative of Abraxas, as your student, I need you to tell me the secret."

Slughorn was trembling all over there, as if he had been hit by something.But he never said it, as if he was extremely hesitant and stubborn.

Fletta looked at him and blurted out for a long time: "Professor, be brave. We are all your excellent students, everyone is." (1)

These words seemed to have completely broken Slughorn's heart knot. He was taken aback for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally picked up his wand tremblingly and pressed it against his temple.The professor seemed to be recalling something extremely sad and terrifying. He closed his eyes to block the emotions revealed in his eyes, sighed out all the air in his lungs, and pulled out a silver thread from his brain.

He put the silver thread in a potion bottle, and handed the memory to Draco. The professor seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and he seemed to have finally got some kind of relief.

……

Fleta followed the senior back to the dormitory, and followed him into his room.

Draco found a Pensieve and filled it with memory potions.He poured the silver thread in the bottle into the water, and that shiny memory melted instantly in the water like ink.

Draco looked at that memory in silence for a few seconds, and Fletta knew what he was thinking, and smiled: "Look first, I will guard you. If there is anything involving your family secrets, or restricted, You just cut it off."

"I'm not afraid that you will see my family's secrets, but I'm afraid that you will be hurt if you see something you shouldn't see."

"You already know what this memory is about?"

"Almost guessed."

"Then are you still watching?"

"Some things are still suspicious."

"Oh..." Fletta didn't know what to say, suddenly she was a little scared, and asked cautiously, "Then, you won't be hurt, right? Why don't I come and see?"

Draco didn't speak, and suddenly held his head and kissed him deeply on the forehead: "No. You stay with me, I expected that this will be a long journey, when I look at the memory, do not leave."

"I will."

Draco let himself sink into the Pensieve, and in silence, the world began to build structures, and the ink formed a memory of the past.He found that he was in a rainy night, and the cold pouring rain muddied the memory, and the ground was full of mud and puddles.

But Draco was not the real person with this memory, the water droplets passed through him and fell on the ground, making silver splashes one after another.He saw a house with some warm light from the windows, so he walked in and saw a middle-aged man sitting by a dry fireplace warming himself.

That was Slughorn. At this time, he was not as old as many years later, reading a newspaper leisurely in his hand, but there were still many pictures of students hanging on the wall behind him.At this moment, someone knocked on the door of his house.

Slughorn was a little puzzled, who would visit at such a cold and rainy night?The professor, in pajamas and cotton slippers, tucked the newspaper under his arm, went to open the door, and Draco followed behind him to see who it was.

After the door was opened, a man in black clothes stood outside, his delicate and handsome face could be vaguely seen in the light reflected in the room.This man is about 30 to [-] years old, with black hair and black eyes, and the torrential rain in the dark night, it is hard to tell his exact age.

Slughorn was very surprised. "Tom! Why are you here, I mean, what can you do?"

Draco's pupils contracted, and he was extremely surprised for a moment.Could this handsome man in front of him be the Dark Lord?That ugly, crazy and neurotic snake-faced monster?

"Professor," Riddle stood in the heavy rain, and forgot to even cast a waterproof spell on himself. The black silk shirt was tightly attached to his body by the rain.He seemed to have lost all expression, there was no ups and downs on his face, and his eyes were so desperate, the rain slipped from the ends of his dark hair into his night-like eyes, and it looked like he was crying Same, "Please... I can't help it... You once told me how to live forever, I don't want to live forever now, please save him..."

"Riddle, what are you talking about?"

"I was wrong, I don't want to live forever, save him...as long as he's alive...as long as he's by my side..." Riddle said vaguely while standing in the rain. He was in a state of embarrassment, as if his soul had already been shattered.

Draco watched this scene in silence, his heart twitched for some reason, he never expected this to be the case, and the development of the matter greatly exceeded his expectations.At that moment, he suddenly wanted to see his little giant monster, but his memory began to deflect at this time, the whole world began to collapse, and the ink was so blurred that he couldn't see everything clearly.

The author has something to say: (1)

Slughorn is still greedy

Fletta said this

In fact, it hit his human weakness

For this outstanding student in front of me

He had to tell the secret.

Why do I have to arrange for rain in this memory?

It's not love, it's raining

But

because

Inside Tianya Mingyue Knife

It's raining when the dungeon enters hahahaha

So

The next chapter will start the plot~

After opening the dungeon plot, you have to push the boss~~