[HP] Noble

Zabini tapped on the table with his fingers: "May I interrupt you, the content of the conversation between the two of you is so weird and suffocating."

Scorpius shot the tall, thin Slytherin an admiring look.

"If you're impatient, Blaise, maybe you can go discuss it with Potter and ask them what they're doing instead of making the bar so crowded," Draco said bluntly.

Scorpius raised his head suddenly, only to realize that at some point, the Gryffindor gold trio also came to the Pig's Head Bar.But at this moment, they seemed to have a little unhappiness with a scruffy man with messy yellow hair and a serious foreign character, carrying an old broken box—the panic and anxiety on this man's face made Si Copi had the illusion that he had seen this person before.

"It's Mundungus Fletcher," Zabini said plainly. "It's nothing to ask. This guy has a bad reputation. If he is seriously pursued, anyone can have trouble with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione quickly pulled out her wand and pointed it at the old box in Mundungus's hand. After muttering something, a beam of red light shot out from the tip of her wand, and the box All of a sudden, it flew out of the hands of the sloppy man, bounced to the ground and opened in response, and all kinds of things inside spilled out in a mess.

"Oh, is this going to assassinate a vampire?" Zabini said in a very unbeatable tone, "Lots of silverware."

"Familiar." Draco added lazily, relaxing back in his seat, "I probably used them for dinner about a few months ago."

Pansy smiled and teased, "He's definitely not collecting your saliva to make a potion, Draco."

Dragon saliva was used as a precious potion material, and the price was as high as [-] Galleons per cup.

"Oh, shut up, Pansy." Draco gave her a gentle look.

And all the changes came from Scorpius' next sentence.

"Strange, why is Ginny's locket in his place?"

he asked confusedly.

One sentence made Draco's expression change instantly, and at this time, Mundungus had already closed his box - the bits and pieces and utensils that hadn't been sorted in time fell to the ground, and he quickly Lifting the suitcase, he crossed the two tables with incomparable agility, and ran all the way towards the door——

"catch him."

Draco sat up straight and said grimly.

Like two bears, Gore and Crabbe pounced on them immediately with agility and speed that didn't match their bodies.This was followed by the Gryffindor gold trio.

All of a sudden, the inside of the bar was thrown into chaos.The lady's screams and the sound of the glass being broken can be heard non-stop - thanks to the fact that Hogsmeade is too close to Hogwarts, Hogsmeade is also included in the range that cannot be apparated - — which makes the bar's door the only possible way out.

Draco pulled out his wand, and the hawthorn wand twirled nimbly around Slytherin's fingertips. The moment it stopped touching the master's hand, a beam of silvery white light shot out from the tip of the wand , the light beam hit the open space in front of the small door of the bar, and with the sound of "rumbling", countless gravels were thrown off.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, a green vine quickly took root and sprouted up from the ground, and then grew into a thick vine that completely spread over the entire wall of the bar, blocking the only way out.

Mundungus let out a desperate roar similar to that of a wild beast, and was surrounded by Goyle and Crabbe, throwing him to the ground as he struggled.

The box in his hand fell into Harry Potter's hand.

There was a moment of silence.

"Clap--"

I don't know who took the lead in the applause, and then the deafening whistles and applause filled the entire small bar.

"Keep your eyes open." Zabini's smiling voice was especially evident amidst the cheers, "Since the temporary Quidditch school team, for the first time, Slytherin and Gryffindor have cooperated. "

Draco deeply expressed his disapproval with the disdain on his face.

He waved his wand, and the vines on the door stretched out, entangled Mongoston, who was firmly suppressed by Goyle and Crabbe, "Hand him over to Professor Snape." After a thick boy nodded, Draco nodded to the vine again at the request of the proprietress.

This time, the soft yellow light enveloped the entire vine, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the vine was rapidly shrinking, and finally, it completely disappeared at the original position where it rose from the ground, and the broken gravel on the ground also disappeared. After being completely assembled back to its original location, it was as peaceful as if nothing magical had ever happened.

"A very wonderful life spell, Mr. Malfoy, if I were Professor Flitwick, I'm afraid I would give you a graduation report card for the charm class on the spot."

The proprietress came over with a smile—she gave them a whole dozen of butterbeer.

After they nearly blew up her bar.

This is a mature and sexy witch, she has a thick long golden hair - yes, Scorpius used to think that the proprietress of the three broomsticks was quite beautiful, but today, I have to admit that the pig's head bar It seems that there is no reason why the business is still booming for so many years.

Although the way she twisted her ass looked contrived.

Scorpius narrowed his eyes, and supplemented his evaluation in his heart.

... Fortunately, it seems that Scorpius is not the only one who thinks this way.After the polite, elegant and hypocritical aristocrats exchanged greetings as usual, when the proprietress continued to twist and leave, Pan Xi snorted: "Her ass is about to fall off."

Scorpius laughed loudly to express his absolute approval.

"You're very popular with old girls, Draco." Pansy turned to the Prince Slytherin to challenge, "Umbridge wants to have a relationship with you too - and you won't let go of the barmaid."

"It's none of my business," Draco said nonchalantly, "someone please get Potter here—before he opens that box with his hands."

So Zabini caught Porter.

Pansy was still chattering: "She praised you like a flower—after you used a black magic arc in front of everyone, you still didn't change your face, as if you just used a textbook perfectly. Like the spell I just learned last week."

"Dark magic?" Scorpius blinked in astonishment and glared at Draco, "Is that black magic?"

"The curse of life is black magic." Draco glanced at him, as if looking at a bumpkin, he stretched out his hand in disgust, and took off the glove - the back of the pale left hand that was originally empty A scratch appeared, and there were faint traces of blood beads that had not yet solidified. Because of taking off the gloves, a bloodstain was drawn on the back of Prince Slytherin's hand.

It looked amazing.

"Magic that uses blood as a medium is basically classified as black magic." Draco explained calmly, "Life magic is typical-the exchange of life force, usually in textbooks, people like to exaggerate them, and even a little As anyone who knows anything about the dark arts knows, not every dark spell costs the wizard's life or all of his blood."

"—Like the one just now?"

A more enthusiastic female voice came from behind them.

Draco sneered, and put on his gloves again: "Like the one just now. But don't try to keep asking, Granger, I didn't mean it for you."

Looking at Hermione's disappointed eyes, Scorpius was suddenly a little embarrassed.

...Although he himself didn't know what he was embarrassed about.

But somehow, fourth-year Slytherins thought their base vanity was shamefully gratified.

Ha ha.

Scorpius grabbed a new cup of hot chocolate that was brought up again, took a deep sip, and then smirked to himself for a while.

While he was giggling, the Slytherins and Gryffindors lived together in a rare peace, studying the contents of the chest together—

To be precise, it was Harry who studied the contents of the box.

All the while, it was the locket that Draco was interested in - but the moment he got it in his hands, he knew it was a fake.

There is no trace of magic on it, and no soul remains.

"He stole three whole sets from Sirius!" Harry fussed beside him. "The thief! The liar! The scum!"

Draco calmly tossed the locket back into the box, as if he wasn't particularly happy about the fact that he had gone to such lengths to catch a cutlery thief—

"The real one has been destroyed." Hermione noticed this, she sat next to Pansy, and reminded with some hesitation, "In Harry's place, it's just an ordinary locket."

Harry snapped the box shut and said, looking very generous, "For today's reward, Ferret, I'll give you that crap if you want."

The faces of the Slytherins present were not very good. Even if the locket had been destroyed beyond its original shape, it was still Salazar Slytherin's property. In their view, it was by no means a simple "broken thing".

"I don't understand why even the locket can be fake?" Hermione picked up the fake locket and pinched it, almost habitually, put it to her nose and sniffed smell.

Suddenly, the expression on the face of the Gryffindor witch went blank for a moment.

"Hermione?" Harry called strangely.

"...Oh?—Oh!" Hermione trembled suddenly, as if she was completely distracted just now, she frowned and threw the locket back immediately after recovering, "This locket is a bit Something's wrong," she said gravely, "probably a remnant of magic."

"There's no trace of Gallon's magic on it." Draco said firmly, "You can change your guess."

Hermione, whose authority was challenged, glared at Draco, who lazily lifted his eyelids, and met them with silver-gray eyes without fear.

Scorpius blinked, the peak duel from Hogwarts top students.

"If there's a problem, it's the potion residue." Draco sat up, took the locket back quickly before Harry stopped him, took out his wand, and tapped the locket thoughtfully , and unexpectedly, it seems that it has the effect of resisting the spell, and the red light of the unlocking spell is unnaturally reflected back.

This time, including Draco, everyone was a little surprised.

How can a fake and shoddy have so many sophisticated secrets?

"You'd better find a professor to open it with you," said Hermione. "If it has been soaked in potions, there may be residual potion ingredients in the locket."

Draco stood up and picked up his cloak from the arm of the chair: "I'm going to find Professor Snape."

Scorpius nodded to the others and stood up too.The weather outside is getting more and more gloomy, and the weather may get worse if we stay any longer. Leaving may not be a bad thing.Afraid of the severe cold outside, Scorpius fastened his cloak tightly, and then cast a warming spell on himself. He lowered his head, and followed Draco to leave the Pig's Head Bar immediately.

"They didn't even have a formal goodbye," said Ron in amazement. "Aren't the Slytherins very polite?"

"Their politeness is obviously not for Gryffindors." Harry said darkly, a little dissatisfied with not being able to snatch back the strange locket in time, "Let's follow and see."

When everyone walked back to the frozen slush road with difficulty, everyone frowned.

The snow was bigger than before, and it hurt from the hit on the face, and it was difficult to take a step forward.

"They must have left hand in hand again."

Behind Harry, Ron muttered absently.

"I really hate snow days."