[HP] Noble

Professor Hagrid, who taught the Care of Magical Creatures last semester, was absent from the very beginning of the term, so this semester the class was replaced by a witch named Graplan to complete their homework for the students - a A very talkative middle-aged witch, at Hogwarts, it is usually not allowed to pass grades to observe, but in her class, any Hogwarts student who walks by the hunting grounds can join.

Scorpius' schedule for the second period in the morning was empty, and it was boring to stay in the common room by himself, so he decided to sit in on a class with Draco and the others—the sun is good today, even if it's just to go to the lake to blow some air It's also good.

Walking out of the common room, they were surprised to find a relatively short figure standing alone at the end of the corridor. He was facing the window, frowning slightly, and seemed to be seriously and fascinatedly looking at the book in his hand. Something, those eyes looked gloomy and deep, not at all like an 11-year-old child should have——

"Regel?" Scorpius raised his voice in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing the sound, the German boy put the things in his hands back into his pockets (Scorpius saw that it was something like a mirror), he turned around, and the serious gloom disappeared, replaced by a A shy smile.

Standing behind Scorpius, Draco frowned silently, with a thoughtful expression on his face, but he quickly restrained this expression and returned to his usual expressionless face.Nobody noticed this, though—because Pansy was too busy yelling and yelling at the new kid not to wander around the castle alone without being strong enough to protect himself.

"They're not going to attack a first-year student, Pansy," Zabini reassured. "You're too nervous."

"The situation is special recently! Do you think those people looked at Slytherin more kindly than when they looked at Potter? Blaise!" Pansy's voice was sharp and sensitive, which made her look a bit like Hermione, " Anyway, he should be obediently staying in the common room instead of coming out and wandering around."

"I just can't find that 'Nearly Headless Nick'." Rachel looked a little aggrieved.

"He's the ghost of Gryffindor, of course he's in the Gryffindor tower—not to mention it's daytime, they can't come out and wander around," Scorpius sighed, walked over and gently held Rachel , pushed the boy towards the common room, "It's my fault, I should remind you of this - no, no, don't look at me like that...you can't go to the Gryffindor tower, Of course it doesn't mean what they will do to you..." Scorpius frowned thoughtfully, "It's just that I saw an advertisement for the Weasley twins recruiting experimenters on the bulletin board today—"

"Think about it, a moving, living, and irresistible Slytherin." Draco snorted coldly, "That's a good target."

"I don't understand. It seems that the relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin is not very good." Regel asked curiously, "Is that so? Durmstrang has never been like this..."

"Yes, this is a traditional project left by our ancestors - Gryffindor and Slytherin are incompatible, and you can't live without pinching each other - besides, I noticed that you came directly when you reached the right age Hogwarts." A strange sense of belonging to the campus was burning in his chest, Scorpius said the password casually, and the door of the common room that had just been closed opened in front of them again, "You don't know the real German What about Armstrong?"

"But my brother—that's Renault," Rachel hesitated. "He said Durmstrang was very good."

"Yeah, if I had a younger brother, I would also tell the naive boy that Hogwarts is really good, united and friendly, and there is absolutely no house conflict." Scorpius smirked at the German boy, "Okay, We're going to be late - don't run around and don't walk around until I come back to pick you up for lunch in the auditorium, okay?"

After receiving Regel's assurance, Scorpius slowly caught up with Draco's team from behind.

Scorpius patted the notebook on his chest: "Let's talk."

"What?" Prince Slytherin asked flatly.

"You look like you have something to say."

"It's still the same sentence."

"Which sentence is it?"

"Stay away from the men of the Dilja Brest family."

"Oh come on Draco, that's just a kid!"

"Okay, I'm not arguing with you," Draco paused, but soon, he continued to walk forward, and the pace became faster and faster, and Scorpius had to trot to barely keep up. He maintained his shoulder-to-shoulder status - Draco seemed to have grown a little taller during such a summer vacation.Just when Scorpius was thinking wildly, the fifth grade Slytherin's unsentimental voice came from his ear, "'Stay away from them.'-- engrave this sentence on your forehead, and remind Own."

By this time they had already arrived at the familiar hunting lodge.Scorpius shrugged noncommittally, Draco glanced at him lazily, found a clean seat and sat down without saying a word——Hagrid's barking hound was gone, and the chimney There was no smoke coming out, the whole hut seemed to be completely deserted, and even the field that used to be full of huge golden pumpkins was now full of weeds, and Scorpius felt a little bit missing the sweet pumpkin juice he drank in autumn up.

"I actually kind of miss Professor Hagrid." Scorpius rubbed his face.

"You're out of order," Draco said without looking back, flipping through his textbook, which was about Bowtruckles, the guardian spirits of trees—Scorpius, of course. Didn't know, it was Hermione who said it, and she earned the first five points for Gryffindor.And while she held her hand up straight like a telephone pole, Draco just sat in his seat with his chest crossed and absent-minded-this is really abnormal, under normal circumstances, he should be busy imitating He The way Min jumped up and down—

Yes, as childish as this behavior was, Draco just couldn't love it.

"He's the abnormal one." Scorpius rolled his eyes, and leaned over to Pansy to look at the anatomical diagram of the Bowtruckle in her textbook.

"Draco's been busy lately," Pansy said with a slight smile, lowering his voice. "He's got some Quidditch team to worry about—last term's keeper graduated, and he's got to organize the recruitment of a new one, and then there's Too much prefect work - Nott had told him to drop by the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on Wednesday night before you got back to the common room - and that happened to be when he was supposed to be staying on as Chief It's time for the selection of goalkeepers for the Earth Odd Cadet Team."

"That woman?" Scorpius was terrified, "What is she looking for Draco for?"

"Catch up? Who knows." Pansy smiled sarcastically.

At this moment, Draco suddenly stood up.His Bowtruckle lost its restraint and jumped up, and quickly ran down the dissecting table. The little matchstick figure roared and disappeared into the depths of the woods. At this moment, Draco sat down again. Back to the original position - a series of actions happened so quickly that most people didn't notice him.

In Draco's hand was holding an origami crane that seemed to be made of paper torn from random draft paper. He opened it and looked at it, then sneered.

Scorpius looked over curiously, and it read:

This week's classes are cancelled, and I'm going to be locked up by Umbridge for a full week. HP "Potter?" Scorpius said in surprise, "What? Are you still teaching secretly?"

"Secret? That's a nasty thing to say...well, anyway, yes - there was an arrangement," Draco said disgustedly. "Not now, maybe that old toad at Umbridge on Wednesday I can still meet him in his office... The Order of the Phoenix will not be happy to hear this news, especially his stupid dog godfather." The fifth-year Slytherin casually pulled out his wand, tapped the thousand paper cranes, and the paper Soon it burned and turned to ashes—

But his action seemed to frighten the Bowtruckles around them. They were lying on the desk obediently before, but at this moment they were frantically struggling——

"Ouch!" Pansy said angrily, withdrawing his hand with a red mark drawn by the root of the bowtruckle, "quickly put out the fire, Draco, for Merlin's sake, Professor Graplan wants coming!"

"Don't yell, feed them woodjacks and they'll be quiet, girl," Draco said lazily.

"Turtle? What's that?" Pansy replied petulantly. "Is that a black bug with a hard shell? I don't want to touch bugs!"

Pansy's voice seemed a bit sharp, which drew a big roll of eyes from Lavender of Gryffindor next to him, but Scorpius laughed. He was just used to the occasional temper of the Slytherin girls. Thought it was cute.And surprisingly, when Professor Graplan came over, he didn't scold them, but instead gave Slytherin five points——

"Yes, the favorite food of the Bowtruckles is the woodcutter—a knowledge point that I almost missed and may appear in the final exam. You did a good job of previewing, Mr. Malfoy." The middle-aged witch said cheerfully , and then added points to Slytherin, Hermione looked very disappointed, obviously she was the one who actually did the preview.

……

Wednesday came quickly, during which Scorpius and the others finally ushered in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the third grade-the episode was before the class, maybe because of complaints and complaints, Sirius repeated two and three He wanted to break in and listen to the class for a while, but was blocked by the grinning female toad several times.

The last time, Umbridge almost hysterically cast the locking spell on the classroom door three times.

——As Draco and the others said, this woman's class is really boring.When get out of class was over, almost all the Gryffindors were in a state of madness, and the Slytherins were not much better—

"What a terrible professor." Astoria commented softly, and helped a junior Hufflepuff who fell while running in the corridor. When the other Hufflepuff looked up and saw Slytherin's green robe, he fell down It was even worse, and what was worse was that Astoria was still smiling at him.

"Oh let him go Astoria, he looks like he's about to cry," Scorpius said sympathetically.

"Hitting is prohibited in the corridor." Astoria let go of the Hufflepuff boy, and at the same time, the boy saw the prefect badge on her chest, so he just hurriedly said thank you, and stumbled away .

Fortunately, the Slytherins were used to this. They continued the conversation and walked towards the auditorium. When it was time to eat, everyone was starving.

"Before I came to Hogwarts, all the classes I took were like this." Scorpius stuffed a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth calmly, and said, "Every morning from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], and from [-]:[-] in the afternoon Five o'clock, every day with Umbridge—of course, the teachers... oh no, the professors, the professors are a little more acceptable than Umbridge."

"Speaking of which, it's not easy for you to grow up to this day and still have a sound personality." Draco said lazily, he didn't look very energetic, but this didn't stop him from being annoying, "In the future I will Be kind to you, kid."

"Oh, I noticed that it's you and not me who's going on a private date with Umbridge tonight."

"And a Potter in detention."

Scorpius smirked at the steak on his plate: "The most beautiful combination in Hogwarts, it sounds really exciting, doesn't it?"