[HP] Noble

Magic loopholes, it seems that Dumbledore will start to consider adding Eastern Taoism to the scope of the barrier in the future.After Scorpius watched Potter being placed safely on the muddy ground, before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he was suddenly slapped violently on the back of the head——

The force was so strong that he almost fell to the ground.

——"What do you think you're doing!" Draco's furious voice was particularly abrupt amidst the chaotic voices calling, which didn't match his usual elegant demeanor. Obviously, the Prince Slytherin was furious at the moment ——

He stared at Scorpius angrily, his face was pale and bloodless, and his silver-gray eyes were gloomy.

"How dare you! In public—"

The bright red figure rushing towards the two from the arena interrupted his roar. Draco dodged to the side deftly to avoid the impact, while Scorpius, who stood still and was scolded in a daze, could not escape. The whole The person was completely crushed under the person who suddenly flew out, and the two rolled into a ball and crushed a row of seats.

A lot of the shattered wood residue must have stuck into Scorpius' palm, but he didn't care about it. Now, he felt like he was about to vomit out of his stomach after being hit.He tried hard to push away the limp and wet person who was pressing on him, but the other person didn't move, only let out a weak muffled groan.

"Excuse me—sir?" Scorpius brushed the wet hair sticking to his face—the waterproofing charm failed, the narrow-minded caster canceled it, and in fact he was standing on the ground rolling into a ball The two of them looked down at them, except for their messy hair, they looked very good.Satisfied, he straightened up after his observations, snorted in disgust, and muttered something like "another Weasley".

In short, it seems that there is no intention of helping to move.

Scorpius also recognized the bright red Gryffindor suit and red hair of the man lying on top of him like a corpse.

The first-year Slytherin pushed him hard to give himself a bit of breathing space, and now he was breathing like a battered bellows, out of breath as he stood next to the man. Roaring in the ear: "Seriously - damn you can't wake up?! This is Slytherin territory - buddy - Gryffindor is next door!"

Draco stood beside him with his hips akimbo, letting out a short, mocking laugh.

"Oh, help when you're done laughing, Draco!" Scorpius murmured angrily.

"Not a good idea, I haven't forgiven you yet, reckless little fool." Prince Slytherin replied coldly.Even so, he condescended to help Scorpius - without even using his wand to cast a Levitation Charm or anything, he just tiptoed the scorpion roughly with his own foot, with a disgusted expression on his face. Weasley picked aside.

The Weasley let out a louder groan, and thankfully he woke up.

Then he found that there were two Slytherins standing beside him, looking at him with inscrutable expressions - lying down and talking is definitely not a good choice, he tried to get up from the ground, "Fred Weiss Lai—nice meeting?"

"..."

He was answered by the expected silence.Scorpius once again pushed aside the hair that blocked his eyes. The rain was flowing down his cheeks to his chin, forming a stream of water. He narrowed his black eyes and said expressionlessly: "Scorpius Gretel, hello, goodbye."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Fred quickly grabbed his waist and dragged him back.

"Hey!—" Startled, Scorpius tried to break free from him like a pussy cat, which caused Fred a lot of trouble. They were all screaming sore in varying degrees, and if it could have been worse, another older Slytherin had drawn his wand and was looking at him icily.

"Let go of him, dirty blood betrayer," Draco warned dryly.

Fred looked around for a moment, and found that there were not many people in the stands, and the Slytherins walked especially cleanly - but the group of friends of this little Slytherin bastard may soon find that their leader is missing, Then come back to him, when the time comes, things will get worse.So Fred relaxed some of the strength in his hand, and the little boy jumped from his side to his companion immediately like a loach.

Stumbling to his feet, he found his "sweeping" broom between the first two rows of seats. Now it has been completely broken in two and turned into a veritable piece of waste wood. He is in pain. groaning, overwhelmed by the loss of his old buddy, but he has more important things to do now—

"I need your help, Gretel!"

Scorpius raised his voice angrily, "You mean you aimed at me and knocked me down?!"

Then he hit the back of the head again.

"That's not the point, little troll," said the platinum nobleman coldly. "What do you want, Weasley?"

"Dementors." Fred said briefly, and then he looked at the arena as if remembering, and then he was horrified to find that several black cloaks were descending rapidly in the sky, and the target was obviously lying unconscious on the arena The savior boy of personnel!

His pupils shrunk, he grabbed the wrist of the first-year Slytherin, and urged in a nervous whisper: "Try to drive them away! - Try it, maybe you can!"

A small silver animal hit the dementor that was about to touch Harry, and it backed away a little. A witch in high heels and a pointed hat rushed into the arena waving a wand, and she screamed angrily. growled something, but it didn't help much, more dementors flew down from the sky.

"No way - go." Draco said without hesitation, grabbing Scorpius' other wrist.

His fingers were slender and cold, but very powerful, with an undeniable force.

Scorpius looked at Fred hesitantly. The cold rain made this Gryffindor drip from head to toe. Scorpius knew that he would not be much better, because he was eclipsed all over now. His bones were cold and shivering slightly, and he was silent for a moment, when Draco dragged him again as if warning, he whispered to the Gryffindor who was looking at him urgently: "No, I can't do it. "

"Impossible! You can completely freeze Peeves—I've seen—"

"That's different, a dementor is a magical creature," Scorpius stammered, trying to explain, "it's even bigger than a hippogriff—"

"Shut up! Gretel!" Draco hissed in a low voice, jerking his head back at this point. "You've explained enough - now! Come with me!"

Fred jumped up, more energetic than ever, and he drew his wand and warned fiercely: "Get out of the way! Malfoy! Let him finish!"

"No, he doesn't need that—shut up, don't say another word, Gretel." Draco drew his tone, narrowing his silver-gray eyes, pointing lazily at the field, and turned to Fer Red said, "Keep your mole-bean eyes wide open, Weasley, here comes Dumbledore."

The other two turned their heads with such force that they were about to break their own necks, and they saw a tall and thin figure standing on the top of the teacher's platform. His long beard was blown like a scarf by the strong wind. Fluttering in the wind, at this moment, the angry headmaster raised his wand high, and the reassuring voice of the incantation was loud enough to penetrate the ears of everyone present——

"Expectopatronus!"

A huge silver phoenix fluttered out from the front of Dumbledore's wand. Professor McGonagall's Patronus was only as big as its claws. The dementors then chased them away, flapping their wings and flying around the field until all the dementors were clear of the school.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Scorpius felt that it was not so cold.

The phoenix finally dissipated and left countless silver particles in the air. The old principal raised his wand again, and a strong light shot out from the tip of the wand. The dark sky seemed to be torn open by the light, and the downpour finally stopped. The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the first ray of sunlight fell from the sky on the female professor and the unconscious savior in the center of the arena.

They were all splashed with mud, and they looked extremely embarrassed. The normally serious and casually smiling female professor slumped down beside Potter.

"Oh, don't tell Professor McGonagall that I saw this." Fred finally relaxed completely, and he chuckled happily in a low voice, with a lingering tiredness in his eyes.

The answer to him was silence.

Gryffindor blinked suspiciously and turned around, only to realize that there was no one around him. The two Slytherins who had been standing there had left silently at some point. Now, he was the seat of the entire Quidditch Tournament. The only student left.

At his feet, Hermione and Ron were stumbling towards Harry, throwing themselves on his unconscious body.

"Oh, happy ending." Wiping someone off his face, Fred murmured to himself, "I have to look for George under the Gryffindor bench, that idiot will never find the right place , How could I successfully kidnap a Slytherin with me alone."