[HP] Noble

Umbridge's headmaster dream was finally exposed in front of everyone, but obviously, she didn't feel a little embarrassed by it.

At least when she was rudely asked out of Room No.11 by Professor McGonagall, she still had that toad-like grin, as if the soft chair in the principal's office had been fixed to her fat ass It seems to be down.The students were escorted back to their respective places by the professors, and there were only a few people left in this not-so-large classroom.

"This classroom will be reserved for our prophecy professor." Dumbledore announced mildly, "until the space curse disappears naturally, maybe 20 years, maybe 50 years, I must regret to announce that in order to express my gratitude to Fei In respect of Lunzer’s decision to stand up bravely when we needed him, classroom No. 11 will be permanently closed from today onwards.”

After finishing the sentence, the old man glanced kindly at the direction where Harry and Draco were - this was for them, obviously, although he didn't ask, it didn't mean that he didn't care about the young boys' studies at all schedule.

No one had any objection to that except Harry, who shrugged in embarrassment in response.

Finally, Scorpius raised his head to look at the starry sky, and suddenly felt that the sound of insects in his ears was also amplified, and the surrounding was very quiet, with creatures like fireflies floating around, sometimes they would disappear at the boundary of the wall, and then More creatures appear from the border of the wall—and in the long time to come, there will be changes of four seasons here, flowers in early spring, rain in summer, leaves in autumn and snow in winter...

There should have been someone to witness the wonderful scene brought by these magical and mysterious space magic, but now, from this moment on, everything will be invisible to no one.

"...I will write to tell my father about this." Draco pulled his thick robe, "or choose to tell him in person during the Christmas holiday, I think maybe Malfoy can provide some help, But definitely not many."

Listen, "but definitely not a lot" - what's that called?Scorpius shook his head secretly. Draco Malfoy was probably the only student who could speak so decisively in front of all the professors. To be honest, Scorpius almost suspected that Draco was doing it because Dumbledore's question was less pleasant.

And Dumbledore seemed to have noticed this, and the expression on his face became a little more serious: "I must emphasize that I trust every one of my students, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco smiled coldly, for the headmaster's assurance, anyway, Slytherin never seemed as urgent as Harry Potter, he just said something inexplicable——

"The German Ministry of Magic has set up a special derivative magic research department. They have surpassed the British Ministry of Magic by at least one step in the academic aspect of opposite derivative magic. If I were you, I might ask them for help."

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Malfoy, in fact, I'm planning to do that." Dumbledore finally showed a genuine smile.

Draco nodded in an almost inaudible way, then turned around, politely bid farewell to all the professors present, and left classroom No. 11 with all the Slytherins ahead of schedule.During the whole process, he put himself in a very arrogant posture, which almost everyone could notice. In the previous conversation between him and Dumbledore, the two sides almost unanimously put each other in an equal position with himself.

Although this is unbelievable, judging from the current situation, the Slytherins are very satisfied with their soul leader.

"Of course we know you didn't do it, Draco dear," Pansy said sweetly. "It's brutal, and you obviously don't have a motive—a motive, which is usually very important in murder."

Draco paused, and then walked quickly, "My father will probably go crazy with anger when he finds out about this—God knows, in fact, I was just talking about the scene just now, and my father doesn't even need me to write a letter at all Tell him he'll know all about it before dinner tonight, and then..."

"Then?" Scorpius raised an eyebrow.

"Then extort a large sum of Galleons from the German Ministry of Magic." Prince Slytherin's face returned to indifference. "Using the family spells of the Malfoy family to create new spells without authorization is really a naked provocation."

"...that's a really new perspective," Scorpius said slightly sarcastically, "although your focus seems to me to be completely off."

Zabini added with a smile: "And now we can't insist that the Germans did it."

"Who else but them?" The passage of the Slytherin common room opened, and the Slytherins stooped in. "Britain is so far behind in this regard, what do you think? 'One step'— —that’s just an understatement, in fact it’s only true that Britain is three blocks behind Germany in terms of derivative spells —”

The Slytherin prince's babble of complaints came to an abrupt end.

"Good afternoon, Regel!" Scorpius said with a smile to the people in the common room.

At this moment, the boy who was snuggling up on the sofa, concentrating on a book, raised his head. He put down the book and stood up, then greeted everyone with a smile.

"That's my position." Draco complained unhappily.

"Okay, Draco," Scorpius lowered his voice, "don't be so childish."

Everyone sat around the fire, and Rachel asked Zabini a few simple conjuring questions (if Draco's face wasn't too stiff, maybe he would be a better choice in terms of learning) .He was not at all surprised by Pansy's discussion with them. Obviously he had heard about Firenze, but unexpectedly he did not stretch his neck and wait for Della with great interest like other juniors. Ke they said something, in fact, this first-year Slytherin didn't seem to like to get in touch with too many people, after asking a few questions that showed that he was prepared, he quickly found a Reason left.Scorpius took the book he was reading and looked at it, and found that it was a third-grade Charms textbook.

Watching the back of the first-year Slytherin leave, Draco snorted through his nose, and said mockingly: "I have to say, the Dirgabrest family just happened to be... Hands on."

"He's only in the first grade!" Scorpius patted the "Standard Spell Level Three" into Draco's arms, "I noticed that he was only reading the third grade textbook!"

"By the end of my first grade, I was able to master most of the knowledge in the fourth grade textbook." Draco pinched the spell textbook with two fingers with disdain, and impatiently flipped through it. After a moment and then suddenly fussing, "Merlin, look what this is - 'Flame Freeze' - an absolute nightmare. It was during this class that I was laying in the bloody hospital wing, which caused me to fill out this spell. I accidentally made a mistake and moved the specific invention time forward by two years, otherwise I should have gotten full marks in the third-year spell test!"

"And you still have the highest score in your grade, Draco." Zabini said calmly, "It's just a fill-in-the-blank question. I remember that in the report card that time, Granger missed two multiple-choice questions than you. .”

"... Well, you're right, Blaise." Draco obviously felt better when Zabini reminded him, he threw the book aside, looking a little proud, "Even though she holds the book every day Live, but as I said, IQ is always flawed and there is no cure."

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