[HP] Noble

Who knew who had first come up with this stupid idea, Draco was now firmly convinced that if he pretended to be a dementor, he could scare Gryffindor's golden boy, Harry Potter, off his broom.

"He flies very high, so he may not be able to see things on the ground." When Draco tried to climb onto Goyle's shoulder for the second time and failed to sit still, and fell hard on the soft carpet, Scorpius supported He said lazily with his lower jaw.

"Oh it hurts, damn it - don't be so stupid, Gretel, someone will remind him." Draco said confidently, and began to climb on Goyle's shoulder for the third time.

"My conscience tells me that I can't hide the truth anymore - Draco, that's a bit of a fool," Zabini said in a mocking drawl.

He was ignored because Draco had succeeded.

He sits firmly on Goyle's shoulders, and someone in the crowd applauds, and Scorpius finds out that it's Pansy with the head--it's bad, the girls are applauding sincerely, yes--without half a silver Possible sarcasm factor.This made the Platinum Noble look even more smug, and now he looks like a big peacock with its tail spread.

But thanks to Merlin, when Goyle tried to move, he started shaking violently again.

A fifth-year Slytherin sitting on the sofa snickered and said, "Malfoy, that won't work. Dementors don't shake themselves in half when they walk."

The people around were amused by his words, and everyone started to laugh, including some seventh-grade girls who were sitting in the distance and didn't want to join them in their self-study. They also put down their pens and turned their faces to watch the excitement. They began to whisper , From time to time, words like "so cute" and "a little silly" came to Draco's ears, and a hint of pink floated on his pale face.

"Okay okay, Goyle, put me down," Draco said haughtily, even though everyone could see that he was terribly guilty.

"I think Crabbe's idea is good, Draco." Goyle said in a rough voice, the people around stopped laughing immediately, and Zabini's eyes widened in disbelief: "What? This is Crabbe's idea ?”

"It's rare to be smart, isn't it?" Draco stroked his pale blond hair, pulled out his wand and used a time telling charm, "It's almost time, let's go to the ball game."

"What about these cloths?" Goyle asked confusedly, "For this, I can only go to the kitchen and eat two cakes for breakfast!"

"Then use it." Draco glanced at him lazily, "I won't play anymore, you can go back to the stands when you've finished playing—" He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around, Finally, his eyes fixed on Daphne's face on the sofa, and the girl who was talking to Pansy turned her face as if she had sensed it, and found Draco looking at her, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

Scorpius just rang, Daphne didn't even say a word to Draco today.

Not even good morning.

She had been talking to Knott all through breakfast, looking quite happy.

"What?" Daphne Greengrass asked coldly.

Draco frowned slightly: "We should go, where is Astoria?"

Pansy froze and straightened up, the smile on her face seemed a bit forced, most of the girls in the common room had subtle expressions, and more three or two got together and whispered, but Draco He looked like he didn't care at all.

"I don't know." Daphne turned her face back, as if she made up her mind not to look at him again.

……

The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor spectators had already arrived at the Quidditch pitch, and when the Slytherins swarmed into the auditorium, the Quidditch pitch was already a sea of ​​red and blue , the students chatted and cheered loudly and enthusiastically. On the teacher's platform, Scorpius saw Dumbledore, and the old man turned his face away when the Slytherins took their seats.

Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly, he thought of Ravenclaw's Seeker Qiu Zhang, well, it should be Qiu Zhang.That girl also seemed to be of Chinese descent, and she was pretty, and from what Pansy said, Hufflepuff Seeker Cedric Diggory was courting her, uh, that tall, strong, big guy, it seemed Most of the girls—including Pansy (which was not easy) seemed to think he was handsome, too.

The players started to enter the field.

First Ravenclaw, then Gryffindor.

Porter was the last to enter.

When he entered the arena, everyone held their breath in unison—Firebolt!

And unexpectedly, no.

He rode an ordinary Nimbus 1997—a broom that was three grades worse than the Nimbus 2000.

There were boos and sighs of regret in the audience, and Scorpius turned his face to see that Draco looked very satisfied at the moment, and he was saying to Nott in a mocking tone: "Oh my God, Nimbus 1997 , Knott, can you imagine, that is the Nimbus 1997 that advertised that the balance is comparable to the 'Silver Arrow' series!"

Nott sneered very cooperatively: "Is it the most stable adult, year, person, use, broom, broom that stopped production more than ten years ago?"

"Yes," said Draco, "but the Silver Arrow was discontinued because it was so slow that no one wanted to be passed by a butterfly with a broom."

— "Hermione! Look what you've done!"

Ron Weasley roared from the Gryffindor stands.

Draco sneered loudly.

"—Shut up, Ron! Don't you think Harry isn't in enough trouble?" It was the voice of Miss Gryffindor Know-It-All, and she sounded very grumpy and annoyed at the moment.

"—Harry won't thank you! You suggested that Professor McGonagall take away the Firebolt—do you know what that is?! The Firebolt!"

Hermione raised her voice in disbelief: "—Oh Merlin, that's too ridiculous! Isn't it just a broom, what's so great about it?!"

"I don't know who's being ridiculous, know-it-all! Listen to what you said ignorantly! 'It's just a broom'--! If Gryffindor loses today, it's definitely your responsibility!"

This time Hermione Granger was really offended, because what she hated most in her life was ignorance!

— "Harry can't lose! To hell! Weasley!"

Scorpius never thought that Hermione's voice could become so high and high-pitched. She sounded surprisingly angry. Scorpius leaned out a little, and sure enough, he saw a commotion in the crowd on the Gryffindor side, and someone forcibly Carved a way out among classmates...wait, what's that?

Squinting his eyes slightly, Scorpius gasped when he saw clearly that there were two animals squatting next to the first row of Gryffindor seats.

Then he was dragged back by the collar, "You're almost jumping out—what's going on?" Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"My dog!" stammered the young Slytherin, "and that damned Gryffindor cat!"

"Your dog is also a Gryffindor dog." Draco evaluated fairly, he let go of Scorpius' collar, and said flatly, "Sit down, don't make such a fuss."

Scorpius gave him a look of horror and disbelief, and sat down beside him suspiciously, uneasy at the unexpected calm of Draco Malfoy, who blacklisted all Gryffindors from his life .

"If I were you—" After a while, Draco suddenly drew out his voice, "I'll give it dog food for a month."

Scorpius: "Huh? Huh?"

"No meat at all. If necessary, even water should be served on the smallest and shallowest plate." Draco stared intently at the field. Now the game has begun, and Angelina of Gryffindor controls Quaffle.

Scorpius: "...that's my dog, and I'm not going to starve him to death."

"Who cares," Draco shrugged.At this time, there was a burst of cheers from the audience—Gryffindor scored a goal, so the voice of the Slytherin prince became stiff, "It dares to sit in Gryffindor, and the cellar door will never be closed again." It's wide open!"

"... Draco, that's just a dog." Scorpius said helplessly.

"And got a Gryffindor tom as a boyfriend, oh, awesome! You should reward him with a whole roasted honey hippogriff!"

"Speaking of Buckbeak, it... what—! Crookshanks is male—?!"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "What's the problem?"

"...I think I need to talk to Granger."

"Oh, Gretel." Draco finally looked away from the field, he glanced at Scorpius contemptuously, and said in a strange voice, "That's just a dog."

Scorpius: "..."

"Can you be quiet now?" Draco said meanly, "I want to watch the game for a while."

Scorpius: "Where's Pansy?"

"How do I know?——" Draco became impatient, he glanced back quickly, but unexpectedly saw the blond curly-haired girl sitting in the corner buried in a book, "Astoria? When did she come?"

"Maybe just now." Scorpius replied absent-mindedly. He found that the first-year girl seemed to be completely immersed in the book. She was wearing a pair of thick-rimmed black-rimmed glasses, and the excitement of the game did not affect her at all. Seriously - it's kind of strange, why didn't she go to the library to read instead of running to the Quidditch pitch?

Scorpius frowned slightly.

"Intermediate Potions..." Draco said thoughtfully.

Scorpius was at a loss: "Huh? What did you say?"

"Little Greengrass is watching Intermediate Potions," Draco sniffed, "What do you think?"

"No idea." Scorpius replied dryly.

"I thought you had at least a sense of shame, when you read "Baby Potions" and needed to look up that stupid dictionary." Draco sneered and turned his face back to the game, because Greg A collective sigh of disappointment from the Ryffindors drew his interest, and Lee Jordan was yelling—

"What a pity! The Snitch was lost again! - Cho Chang of Ravenclaw failed to catch it, and Harry Potter was two brooms behind her - what a nightmare! If he Firebolt instead of the horribly slow Nimbus 1997 - I even suspect the series is not as good as Sweep -"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall roared angrily.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I forgot that it was you who seized the Firebolt—don't, don't grab the microphone, well, I was wrong, I really don't want to say it—now the Bludger is hit by Ravenclaw smack Harry from the center - watch out buddy - oh! dangerous! If that hit would knock our golden boy straight off the broom, don't doubt the strength of the Bludger, yes, even our Nimbus 1997, comparable to the 'Silver Arrow' - sorry, Professor McGonagall, no, no, don't grab it! I swear -"

Suddenly a scream from a Hufflepuff girl even covered Jordan's microphone!

"Merlin—look what that is!!"

Everyone was in an uproar, and looked at the ground the girl was pointing at, where two black cloth bags were slowly moving——

Here it comes... Scorpius covered his face in pain.

Headmaster Dumbledore immediately stood up. He bent over the field and raised his wand hesitantly, but there was someone who was faster than him——

"ExpectoPatronum (Calling the Guardian)—!"

A powerful beam of silver light shot down from the sky—

Half of Harry's hand was hanging on the halo 1997, and the other half was tightly gripping his wand, his face was pale and he was panting heavily——

The huge silver light rushed powerfully towards the two slow-moving black cloth bags on the ground, and then easily knocked them to the ground, revealing the two boys who were lying on all fours, and now they were slumped on the ground, looking totally dazed passed.

"Despicable means!" Professor McGonagall, who was the first to react in the crowd, yelled angrily. She happened to be the dean of Gryffindor. She shook her fist fiercely in the direction of the two unconscious boys, " Conspiracy against Gryffindor Seeker! Obscenity - cowardice - one hundred points from Slytherin! - put your microphone away! Jordan!"

"Okay, audience, the regular speech is over." Jordan smiled and retracted the microphone from under Professor McGonagall's chin, "Two staff members, please, let us continue the game—"

There was a unanimous silence among the Slytherins.

Zabini patted Draco on the shoulder meaningfully.

After a long time, at the moment when Harry caught the Golden Snitch and the game was declared over, the platinum noble raised his chin high, and he haughtily squeezed out a brief comment from the corner of his mouth: "Shame on you."