[HP] Noble

"Believe me, Malfoy, if there is another way, I don't want to hear even half a word from you..." The Savior of Gryffindor said sincerely, "But now, even if I don't want to, I will still Gotta say, thank you."

Draco rolled his eyes awkwardly.

"Harry, it's rude to say that." Hermione raised her eyebrows as a lesson.

"Oh no, Hermione, you know," Harry paused, quickly glanced in the direction of the two Slytherin tables, and finally chose to lower his voice, saying in a particularly low-key manner, "I'd rather be greasy Snape came to remind me, and I don't want to owe Malfoy a favor, and for goodness sake, that's a Malfoy!"

"Yes, as a Malfoy, I think I should get back all the knowledge I donated to you with interest. Do you need me to arrange a press conference for you Potter? Hold your trophy and tell everyone Man, how did your Triwizard Tournament go - and, I have to remind you - yes, I'm going to have nightmares tonight if I don't remind you idiot - 'pointing to the spell', Sne Professor Pu should have reminded you all about 'pointing spells' in his Potions class two years ago - when introducing the extended potion of the mild stun spell breaker, the deep stun spell breaker, Potter , people rely on this spell to find the white holy land of Ancao." Draco turned around and said with great contempt, "Also, I don't want to remind you a second time: keep due respect for my dean."

Facing Draco's tirade, Harry shrugged indifferently - even though it was the longest sentence Draco had ever said to him in four years, and Gryffindor just curled his lips perfunctorily: "Oh, maybe when I wasn't wearing glasses the day he wrote the spell on the blackboard?"

Draco quickly understood what Harry was talking about, and he turned around with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, looking very smug: "Have you read the latest Daily Prophet, silly baby Potter?"

"Yes, your interview was wonderful." Harry smirked at the platinum nobleman, "The intense conflict made me almost forget that you are also short-sighted."

"But I know the magic spell to adjust my eyesight. Without my glasses, I won't hit myself against the wall." Facing Harry's cynicism, Draco looked very calm.

"Then you are essentially a four-eyed toad, you can't escape." Harry said viciously.

"Now you are closer to the creature you said, thank you, both in appearance and in heart - to be honest, you really surprised me Potter, you actually see yourself so thoroughly." Draco put on a A sincere expression, as if speaking sincerely.

Finally, if Mrs. Pince hadn't suddenly appeared from behind the bookshelf and threatened them to "go out if they don't read quietly," they might have been able to sit here, separated by an aisle, and argue happily all afternoon.

Scorpius propped his chin, almost turning a deaf ear to the rivalry between the two fourth graders, so he wouldn't tell Draco: He, like Potter, is hopelessly immature, and they should go to magic hand in hand after graduation It is not in vain for them to come to this world once they have registered as soul mates.

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June is a busy month, and throughout the month, Harry Potter is frantically practicing every spell he has ever learned, all offensive and defensive being the focus of his training, in addition to , he hardly worried about anything else about the game - because he had found a way out of the maze - a little pointing spell, just need to figure out a direction, make sure he doesn't take the same path, Harry was confident he would walk up to the Triwizard Tournament trophy.

He once tried to change the spell from pointing to the north to pointing to the trophy or something, but Professor McGonagall let him dispel the idea-"The enhanced version of the spell may only need to change the keyword, but to change the essence of magic, it is It takes a lot of work, and creating a new spell is quite a feat."

In the office dominated by gold and red, the head of Gryffindor who sat motionless behind the desk said seriously.

"Well, I just want to win," Harry said dryly, unable to hide his disappointment.

Hearing what the student said, the sternness between McGonagall's brows relaxed a little. She nodded kindly, and said "Good luck, kid" when Harry got up to leave the office. For Professor McGonagall, who usually doesn't like to praise students very much, it's not easy—at least Harry thinks he has gained spiritual encouragement.

However, what happened on the day of the game was what really inspired him.

As a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry was exempted from some subjects, and he was allowed to sit quietly in the back of the classroom and read his own things while everyone was writing hard - some books about spells, In order to prepare for the unexpected needs of the competition, anyway, I don’t know if it’s lucky. On the day of the competition, it happened to be the final exam of the transformation class. When everyone was wondering how to turn the cat in front of them into a fluffy cat fur mat, Professor McGonagall He came to Harry and told him to go to the principal's office after class.

"But the game doesn't start until night," said Harry confused.

"Yes, but every warrior can meet their families before the game." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry was even more confused: "You mean the Dursleys are coming—oh, no, if they come to Hogwarts one day, their purpose is definitely to blow up Hogwarts."

"Don't be silly, boy, see you in the principal's office at 04:30 in the afternoon." After speaking, Professor McGonagall turned and left without looking back.

So at four o'clock in the afternoon, Harry knocked on the door of the principal's office in a state of anxiety.

The door opened, and first he saw Cedric and his parents—Cedric's father whom he had seen at the Quidditch World Cup. They were talking in a low voice, but the person who pushed the door open At that moment, the official from the Ministry of Magic immediately showed a warm smile and greeted Harry.Fleur Delacour has a sister, of course, she is here today, and their parents - Fleur's mother is a very beautiful lady, if Fleur has Veela blood, then her mother's As a rule, the bloodline should be purer than hers.Krum's parents are also here, oh, it's hard to say anything else, but judging from the shape and size, Krum is definitely their own son, that's right.

Harry and Sirius hugged.

Feeling guilty at the same time - he had almost forgotten that he had Sirius.

Waiting with him was Harry's former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupine, and perhaps because the Full Moon had passed for a few days, the Mr. Werewolf looked fine now, he didn't look like he was in Hogwarts was so haggard, maybe after leaving Hogwarts, he had a lot less to worry about.

"It's good to see you before the game, Sirius." Harry sniffed and said emotionally, "I thought I was going to see the Dursleys."

Sirius grinned gruffly. He ruffled Harry's hair vigorously and said only one sentence——

"Me and Remus are your real family, Harry."

This sentence made Harry look forward to it for a long time, although he knew that Sirius had always thought so.But when he heard it with his own ears today, he suddenly felt that his whole body had become complete, something that could be called warm and warm filled his heart, and his limbs became warm... If you meet now Dementors, I can conjure the best Patronuses in the world.

Harry thought absently as he smiled and talked to Sirius.

"—oh, you and Sirius are indeed family—"

Tonight's dinner is still too rich for the students who are used to every meal being a big meal, even more rich than the day Beauxbatons and Durmstrangs came to Hogwarts, elves Great efforts have been made to make every parent who got the tickets and is sitting with their children at the college table scattered at this moment full of praise.Ron Weasley stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth and mumbled, "That's good, Harry, that's good, but I warn you that you might end up with a greasy greasy, bat-like godmother."

Harry spat the pumpkin juice out of his mouth.

This time, even Ginny who was sitting across from him didn't dislike him.Because she happened to hear Ron's words, and she was busy coughing up the jelly stuck in her throat. George saw it from the side, and hurriedly pulled out her wand to help her.

"Oh! Ronald Weasley!" The first moment she was free, she gave her youngest brother a quick look and muttered a few words that Harry couldn't quite catch.

"You really are the most disruptive person, Ron." Hermione said calmly.

"Hermione is right," this time it was a slightly fat middle-aged woman who spoke this time. From her fiery red hair, it can be seen that she is the mother of such a big family as Weasley, and she is right now Busy teaching his youngest son, "You should learn to respect your professor—"

"Come on Mom, I heard you encouraged Dad to fight him when you were a student!" Ron raised his voice.

Mrs. Weasley blushed: "Nonsense, who told you that."

"George and Fred."

"Can you believe what they said!"

"Of course, Mom." The twins said in unison, exchanging a sly look, and George continued, "Ron only believes what he wants to believe."

Amid Ron's loud protest, Dumbledore stood up smiling at the professor's banquet. At the same time, the enchanted ceiling changed from sky blue to dark purple twilight.

Dumbledore announced the official start of the last project of the Triwizard Tournament, and invited all the students and parents to follow Bagman to the playground.

"Let us all have a tense and exciting night." Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses, the old man's clear blue eyes were filled with a kind smile.

The entire auditorium moved, and the crowd was rushing towards the entrance of the hall.The Slytherins basically didn't move - it could be seen that they were also looking forward to it, but they didn't intend to compete with the other three houses for such a door that couldn't be enlarged even if there was only one.

Draco sat motionless in his seat, knocked on the table, his silver-gray eyes wandered, and finally stopped at the teacher's banquet - where there were a few scattered professors left, the far left and the sea It was Moody who Ge was talking in a low voice.As if sensing Draco's gaze, his magic eye rolled around and met Draco's gaze.

Draco didn't avoid looking at him, but just sat there calmly, with an extremely cold face.

The next moment, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor stopped talking with Hagrid, turned around, and smiled ferociously at Draco.He touched his waist, took out the flagon he was carrying with him, and took a sip.

"Disgusting monster," Draco said in a voice only he and those around him could hear, and looked away.

"Who are you talking about?" Scorpius, who was comparing to Gore whether the chestnut paste cake tonight is better or the Black Forest better, turned his head inexplicably and asked casually.

"A monster in human skin." The platinum nobleman raised his eyebrows, "How much cake did you eat tonight?"

"Gol is more than me." Scorpius said vaguely.

So Prince Slytherin snorted and expressed his contempt without hesitation: "You are really promising compared to Golby."