[HP] Noble

The camera pulls back and let us see the situation of the noble Slytherin prince now-no identity can prevent the people around him from questioning out of curiosity, and when Pansy emphasizes that "Scorpigret is a Independent and reassuring child", Draco found himself having to deal with doubts from his friends.

Fortunately, compared to Pansy's expansive thinking, Zabini is more or less reliable, even elegant.The sharp reduction in the number of courses in the sixth grade allowed the seniors to spend a lot of time on things they were interested in, and for Draco and Zabini, there was nothing more suitable than potions.On the way slowly to the potions laboratory, the tall and handsome Slytherin boy with dark skin blinked and finally said: "I don't think you can expect me to believe Scorpius' so-called 'nothing. happen' right?"

The platinum nobleman paused and glanced at him gloomily, "It's best to believe it." He muttered.

"Come on, there must be someone who knows exactly what happened, and if something goes wrong, you won't be able to deal with it alone." Zabini raised his eyebrows in a good-tempered manner, and patted Draco's shoulder gently, "You You can't do everything by yourself, Draco, you'll be exhausted."

After Zabini finished speaking, silence fell between the two of them.But he was not in a hurry, because he noticed that Draco's steps had slowed down, even a little stiff - which meant that he was thinking, when every step he took was as stiff as doing something to his body. When the struggle was about to lose an arm and a leg, Zabini smiled. He knew that their noble prince already had the answer.

Sure enough, Draco's silver-gray pupils moved, and he squinted at his companion: "That bucket of dragon's blood."

"Of course, dragon's blood." Zabini's smile became more obvious. "It's a good thing you left early. Before leaving, Slughorn insisted that every boy above the fifth grade take a sip of that stuff."

"Dragon's blood? There are countless kinds of parasites in it." Draco looked completely disgusted.

"Slughorn thinks diversity makes boys stronger," Zabini said mischievously. "That's how love potions work, isn't it?"

"I guess you knew six years ago or maybe even earlier that I could never make a love potion, Brace." Seemingly annoyed at mentioning this, Draco returned to his nonchalant expression, which made him look even more ashamed Bloody, "Do you still want to continue the topic just now?"

"Of course." The boy shrugged indifferently, "Tell me, what happened?"

Prince Slytherin glanced at him listlessly, then quickly raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Here." He snorted.

"Well?" Zabini was puzzled.

But soon, this smart boy who was always the top three in the school immediately understood what his companion wanted to express. He blinked vigorously to express his surprise, and then glared at Draco: "You mean you told He's — about, uh, this?"

"Yes." Draco rubbed his eyes that were sore due to lack of sleep, but he still felt very tired. He guessed that if it wasn't for a wonderful radiance spell, he would not lack dark circles under his eyes, "Don't tell me Talk too much, Blaise, and I kind of regret it."

"You can share your blood secrets with him any time you choose, Draco," Zabini shook his head gravely, "but now that Scorpius has lost his memory and is getting close to the Germans, I don't think It's a good time."

"I said I kind of regret it." Draco said wearily, "How could I not have thought of what you wanted?"

"Hmm..." Zabini always felt that this sounded wrong, but before he remembered it, he heard Draco add again——

"But my gut tells me he's not going to tell anyone — not even Pencey, who already knows the secret."

Zabini laughed a little unbearably: "Look at this, Draco, I'm really going crazy—you can tell me, how much is a man's intuition worth?"

"Garon in the whole vault." Draco glanced at Zabini half-heartedly, and the corners of Draco's lips curled up mockingly, "Because I'm a Malfoy."

As he spoke, he forcefully pushed open the door of the potions laboratory in front of him.

"You also know you're a Malfoy and not a Greengrass—Merlin, what did I see?" Zabini looked at what he saw in amazement—the things that surprised him this morning were too much. Much more, and worst of all, he's literally getting used to the emotional upheaval—

Yes, even if he saw other people in the potions lab early in the morning.

And is……

"A Potter and a Longbottom." Draco put down the "Dictionary of Elemental Analysis of Potions" and a few textbooks in his hands, and he drew his tone with a sarcasm on his face, "This is Gryffindor-style." A short-term support group?"

Zabini asked blankly, "Potion? Potter? Longbottom? Which of them can help whom?"

"..." Draco found himself stumped by his own question for the first time, "It's true, this is indeed a combination that will only speed up its demise."

"If you don't want to share a classroom with us, get out, Malfoy," said Harry Potter without looking up from the steam filling the classroom, wearing disposable leather gloves, and seemed to be trying to He was cutting some materials, and beside him, Neville Longbottom was blushing, and seemed to be wasting all his energy trying to vigorously stir that "potion" that obviously exceeded the normal viscosity of any potion.

Draco ignored him, walked around a few tables, and walked to the edge of the table they usually used. At the edge of the table, a cauldron was still on the stove. In the stove, a small amount of flame spells burned the cauldron continuously and evenly. Bottom - it's been this way for a full 24 hours, and this perfect insulation spell is Zabini's masterpiece.

As he tried to lift the lid off the cauldron, Zabini elbowed him sideways: "They're using dragon's blood."

"Smelled it, and was nearly suffocated," Draco replied flatly, "pass me my glove, and I'll keep it in that dictionary—thanks to these two bloody idiots, Thanks to them, I have to bring this damn thing with me in the morning."

Putting on his gloves, Draco lifted the lid, and Zabini stretched his head to look at the bubbling potion that they had been brewing for three days. "The color is normal," he sighed with satisfaction. Voice, "It seems that we can proceed to the next step."

"The next step will be to use a certain detail in the 'Living Hell Potion', I remember Professor Snape said that they are exactly the same - get this year's Potions book, it's on page ten How to make 'Living Hell Potion'." Draco flipped through the dictionary in his hand without looking up.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't get the book he wanted.

Draco frowned slightly, raised his head impatiently, and saw Zabini's expression, he knew what happened: "I reminded you to bring it this morning at dinner last night, and you agreed —although you were talking to that Ravenclaw girl then, you did say yes."

Zabini felt a little ashamed for the first time—it was the first time he had missed something to talk to a girl, and what was worse was that he couldn't even remember the girl's name, so he shrugged apologetically: "We It's been a long time since I left the textbook level, Draco. Except for class, I hardly ever flip through the book I got tired of reading in the third grade."

As soon as Zabini finished speaking, he heard loud laughter from behind the classroom.

"I'm just stating, Potter." Zabini turned his head and said innocently, "I didn't intend to show off to you. If you insist on being jealous, it's your own business."

Draco snorted impatiently: "Look in the front cabinet for any old textbooks."

"Even if it's absolutely dusty?"

"Even if it's absolutely dusty."

at the same time.

"—Harry—how should this be cut? Could you go into the front cupboard and get a sixth-year potions book? It seemed to be mentioned in my preview yesterday—"

"You only brought your third-year Potions book, didn't you, Longbottom?"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Taking off his gloves vigorously and throwing them back on the table, Harry rushed to the front of the cabinet in three steps at a time—

And Zabini also moved——

Probably the two people are thinking the same thing at this moment——

If there was only one Potions textbook for sixth grade in the cabinet...

Probably no one would believe that four sixth graders would do such a childish thing as grabbing old textbooks early in the morning - and in fact, it did happen.When Harry was the first to grab a relatively new textbook, he almost stifled a goofy cheer.Then he backed away a bit, thinking he was a gentleman, and gloated at Zabini frowning as he reached into the cabinet and groped for a long time, and finally grabbed a tattered sixth-grade potions book.

When Zabini returned to Draco with a face full of self-loathing, holding a corner of the book, the latter was raising his eyebrows and looking at him with an extremely unbeatable expression, "Well done," Draco said. Coe jokingly said, "Usually older things are more reliable."

"They were printed in the same year." Gryffindor's cheerful voice came from the end of the classroom, "What a coincidence."

Draco viciously grabbed the potions textbook that Zabini threw on the table in disgust, splashing countless dust.And at this moment, a small line of densely handwritten handwriting on the bottom of the flipped back cover attracted his attention——

This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.