[HP] Noble

"Pansy, don't make a fuss." After a short silence, Draco raised his thin, pale jaw, looking a little annoyed.Scorpius noticed that when he said this, Draco was gripping his right wrist so hard that it looked so hard that the blood was lost from the joint, and the knuckles were clearly white.

"Another ten points from Gryffindor." Snape attracted everyone's attention with a frighteningly soft voice, "Now, all return to your places, and you, Mr. Weasley, You are about to receive a two-week confinement, and I hope these two weeks of confinement will give you a deep understanding of how hard-won dragon blood materials are - I warned you! Be careful!"

The last few words were suddenly raised by the Potions Professor. The almost roaring voice frightened everyone, and the chaotic discussions immediately fell silent.Scorpius noticed that Ron took a step back in fright, his face not much better than Draco's.

Ron's lips moved, and finally trembling and murmured unwillingly: "But professor, you have deducted too much."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other in unison, then turned their heads away and sighed.

"Then now it's only ten points for my pleasure," said the Head Slytherin deadpan, "Go back to your seat."

Ron rolled back.

Harry stood behind the desk looking at his friend, and said mockingly, "Congratulations, I have regained my lost deskmate."

"Oh come on, Harry, shut up," said Ron listlessly. "I just don't want Malfoy to say anything about Buckbeak. It's going to hurt Hagrid."

"Okay Ron, I'll tell Hagrid, maybe he'll thank you."

Ron didn't seem to care what Harry said at all, and he continued to sigh: "If only I had ordinary potion ingredients in my hand-"

"Even ordinary potion ingredients won't be much better, the key is that you splashed it on Malfoy..." Under Hermione's reminder, Harry threw a pair of glowworm wings into the Gurg in the cauldron emitting blue smoke—now the cauldron has finally turned into a normal aqua blue—Harry breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked around the classroom, then raised his eyebrows curiously, "Wait, where's Malfoy? "

"I don't know, what the hell—what can a little fresh dragon's blood, which is at best a little smelly, do to him?" Ron gritted the teeth of the hippogriff in his hand angrily, "Don't forget, think about it." Buckbeak, he used to put on a show—oh, look at the look on his face, as if I'd poured boneweed concentrate on him!"

……

Perhaps for most Gryffindors, this is just a common conflict in potions class.Only the Slytherins vaguely sensed something was wrong—at least Draco left the Potions classroom early, although it was an excuse that he needed to change clothes, but this was special enough for their Slytherin princes .

"You really don't look very well, Draco." Scorpius, who also gave up this potion class, said a little uneasy, following Draco who was walking forward, "I think we should go to Ponte Mrs. Frey, instead of heading straight for the Slytherin cellars."

"To the hospital wing? No, I'm not going. There's nothing she can do," Draco muttered.

Turning a corner, Scorpius stopped and did not move: "Okay, what's the matter with you? Are you allergic to dragon blood?"

Scorpius noticed that when "dragon's blood" was mentioned, the expression on Draco's face stiffened for a while, but he quickly returned to his normal indifferent expression. The fifth-year Slytherin also stopped, and he turned around casually. Leaning against the corner wall, looking very tired and pale, he said lightly, "Allergies? No, I don't."

"No?" Scorpius found himself sounding almost shrill, "You look like an Indian boneweed that was splashed all over your face—"

A rather helpless sigh came from above his head, and then his words were cut off in his throat.

The cold fingertips of the fifth-year Slytherin gently pinched his jaw and lifted it up.

Scorpius was surprised to find that even though he was hiding in the darkness with his back to the light, Draco's silver-gray eyes still kept an unnatural brightness—soon he realized that the flashing golden light might just be Something else, or maybe, it was just his eyes dazzled.

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, Draco let go of his jaw, withdrew his hand and leaned back to the corner again, but he kept looking at Scorpius, and said in an unprecedented serious tone: "Listen , Gretel--"

"What are you doing?"

An unfamiliar, husky male voice interrupted Draco's next words.

The two Slytherins were taken aback at the same time, looking at each other and seeing vigilance in each other's eyes.And the next second, Draco's wand was in his hand, pointing straight down the corridor.

The man at the end of the corridor gave a chuckle, didn't seem to be afraid of anything, his hands were lounging in his pockets - Scorpius would bet that there was something that was a wand, whatever it was made of.Gradually coming out of the darkness, they were surprised to find that this was a strange person, at least Scorpius had never had much impression of this person—hanging crookedly from the other's shirt with a few buttons ripped open. Judging by that tie, he's a Ravenclaw.

"Seventh grade." Draco frowned slightly, reaching out and stuffing Scorpius behind him almost out of habit.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, slapped his hands away, and stood firmly beside him.

"Searles Deaton." Draco's voice was very indifferent, "Let me guess, Cedric Diggory's cousin?"

"Oh no no no, don't mention my lovely cousin, that's heartbreaking." As the false tsk-tsk got closer, the boy was now walking into the light entirely, the Slytherins Only then can it be seen that the person is very tall, with dark brown hair, which is not the same as the bookish atmosphere of most Ravenclaw students. Scorpius thinks that he is more suitable for Slytherin——

This is definitely not self-deprecating.

Speechlessly looking at the Hufflepuff girl who was at most no older than the fifth grade running past them in messy clothes, Scorpius wondered, messing around regardless of the occasion—this is really more like The style of some people in Slytherin.

After watching the lady leave, Sails Deaton smiled indifferently: "You made me miss a big meal, Malfoy."

"If you do this kind of thing, either go back to the dormitory, or be prepared to be interrupted." Draco said disgustedly, "Now please go away, Deaton."

"Not ready." Sails Deaton almost immediately refused, "I feel like I heard something terrible just now."

"...We haven't said anything yet, thank you." Scorpius said painfully, always feeling that this person was born with an inexplicable sense of thunder, how could he be ignored before?

"Come on, be friendly." Ravenclaw smiled, "At least after my cousin died, our family is not particularly optimistic about Slytherin, oh, of course they are a bit extreme, but a little bit of useful information , maybe it will make my old-fashioned father very happy--" he said, his eyes began to look restlessly on Draco's clothes, "dragon's blood, isn't it? Malfoy, what a coincidence, according to I know-"

"Memory Charm—"

Draco's deep voice interrupted the other party's yin and yang, and red light shot out from the tip of the wand immediately. Almost at that moment, the atmosphere suddenly froze, and the attack unfolded without reason or warning.

And the seventh-year Ravenclaw named Deaton was a little embarrassed, but at least he escaped this attack. He didn't know when he held his wand in his hand, and the expression on his face became ferocious: " What a nice memory-modifying spell, Malfoy!"

"Thanks for the compliment." Draco waved his wand nonchalantly, "Levicorpus."

"Locomotor Mortis (legs locked) - if I were you, I'd keep your pretty little lover away, Malfoy!"

"!!" Scorpius paused as he took out the spell——

Wait, there are a lot of slots in this sentence!

Draco was still calm, standing on the spot and deflecting slightly to dodge the opponent's attack, the statue was blown to pieces behind him and he didn't even shake his eyebrows, just hooked the corners of his lips ironically: " Shut your mouth, Deaton—Petrificus Totalus."