[HP] Noble

"Draco, look—" Nott yelled, and Draco looked along his fingers. There was a pumpkin patch next to the gamekeeper's cabin. It was now full of fruit, and the huge pumpkin almost turned it into a field. There was a piece of gold, and a hippogriff squatted in the gaps between several pumpkins, and was scratching its claws on the pumpkin closest to it at this time.

"What's the difference?" Draco looked away impatiently.

Nott looked at him like a fool. "Is there something wrong with your eyes? There's Potter, and that Mudblood Granger and the Mole Boy—hell, they look sneaky."

Not far away, Salazar uttered an angry cry, and Draco turned his face suddenly to see that Crabbe was holding an eagle tail feather, which was obviously accidentally pulled off during the capture process. The big man threw the feather off his hand nonchalantly: "Damn it, it gave me a hard hit."

"You deserve it." Draco turned the broom around and said haughtily, "Don't pull its tail, Crabbe, you idiot, I don't want to send letters with a bald chicken, that's ridiculous - Knott , don't bother about silly baby Potter anymore, and deal with our own affairs first."

Nott looked away reluctantly, his wand was already in his hand, and he seemed to be waiting for an order to make an air raid or something.He swung his broom, his wand fluttering at his fingertips, and then the Slytherin, who was Draco's age, gave a sly smile: "Why, Draco, why can't we get your eagle one?" The Petrification Charm?—you know, that would definitely fix everything."

"Use your brains, how high are we flying? It will be smashed into a pulp along with that stupid turtle." Draco said disgustedly.

"Just two Levitation Charms—" Nott shrugged. "If the Petrification Charm can keep its power, it can hold on to the turtle, so we only need one Levitation Charm—we've got enough, De Laco, there are four of us here."

Draco seemed to have heard a very funny joke, and he snorted sarcastically: "You mean Goyle and Crabbe? Are you serious, Noot?"

"That's a first-year curse, Draco, we're not Squibs—" Goyle protested, and when Draco turned his head to stare at him, the big man suddenly flushed and his voice changed. It was no longer so confident, "—well, although there may be some gaps in accuracy."

Prince Slytherin stared at him for a while, and finally his expression became a little loose... The first class will end soon, and there will be a large number of students in the corridor. He doesn't want to be surrounded by others like a monkey in a circus, De Laco finally compromised, he nodded reluctantly, and muttered: "Okay, okay, this stupid bird, it will have to eat the poor owl food distributed by the school for a month-Knott, You cast the petrification spell, I'll catch Salazar, Goyle, Crabbe you two are in charge of the turtle - if it falls, I hope it's best not to."

Goyle and Crabbe drew their wands and nodded gravely.

Nott waved his wand lazily, and a blue flash appeared in front of him: "I don't think that's a good idea, Draco."

The platinum noble who was called by his name turned his head viciously—"Oh! Nott!" He said disgustedly, "What's the problem?"

Nott looked unashamed and said, "I don't know the Petrification Charm—that's a fifth-grade spell."

"Damn it, don't you have a good habit of previewing?!"

"I have, but I will only preview for next month, not two years later," Knott corrected seriously, "And now I just need to review, I must remind you that there is a final exam for Transfiguration class tomorrow .”

Draco pursed his lips, and his face became even paler: "Can't you remind me of this at another time?"

"What are you afraid of?" Nott rolled his eyes in an inelegant manner. "Nerd—I saw you cast the Petrifying Charm on Potter once, and it was pretty good."

"You think I'm going to use a spell I'm not familiar with in a duel?" Draco looked a little smug.

"Okay, here you go, get ready, you stupid bird—" Nott pulled out his wand and turned to Salazar—

"—PetrificusTotalus (total petrification)!"

A ray of red light shot at the eagle flapping its wings in the sky, it had no time to dodge, it was sent flying a few meters by the impact of the curse, and then fell to the ground freely like a stiff stone, sinking and drooping——

"Not! Crabbe! Goyle!"

"Stop yelling - Wingardium Leviosa!"

"—Wingardium Leviosa!"

Three beams of white light shot at the plummeting eagle at the same time, and the speed of the heavy fall immediately slowed down. However, Nott, who finally saw something was wrong, turned his head and stared at the two big men, roaring angrily: "What's wrong with you? Crabbe—you should watch that turtle!"

"It fell?" Crabbe blinked confusedly.

"Merlin! Didn't I see?!" Goyle said in horror, looking terrified.

Draco rushed out before Nott could speak.

Nimbus 2001 had never been this fast - even when playing against Gryffindor on the Quidditch pitch, Draco hadn't been able to fully unleash its speed.Because there, he paid more attention to the elegant standard posture and safety of sitting on the broom - but not now, with the wind whistling by his ears, the soft short platinum blonde hair may have become more beautiful than Potter's. The straw was even worse, his upper body was almost completely attached to the broom, and he shot straight down like a rocket——

Then he saw above the pumpkin patch, a small green black spot falling rapidly not far away.

Draco lifted his body slightly, released his left hand from the broom, and then slowly released his right hand.

Now that his upper body was completely off the broom, he leaned forward with all his might—as if there was a green Snitch not far in front of him, Nimbus 2001 was falling almost at right angles as if out of control, and he could hear Noah Tet was warning something terrified in the sky, but he didn't even have time to listen carefully—and when he was about to get close to the ground, Draco made the most dangerous move. He stood up on the broom and slammed forward pounce--

Boom! ——

The slender body rolled a few times on the wet and cold grass, and didn't stop until it hit something soft. The always clean Slytherin green spring cloak was covered with mud and yellow weeds. Laco was lying on the ground, his eyes were black and his whole body was so sore that he almost fell apart. He spat out the wet mud from his mouth and found that the side of his cheek was burning with pain——

Damn it!I'm going to be disfigured!

Draco thought almost madly.

The soft, warm creature he was leaning on moved, and a familiar cry sounded overhead, and Draco tossed aside the tortoise in his hand that had survived at the last moment, turned over, and saw the top of his head clearly His silver-gray pupils shrank violently into a small dot because of fear——

A huge silver ax that was polished to a shiny shine was hovering above his head, and it was about to be swung down!

"Wait wait - damn it! There's someone here!"

Draco limply moved his hip back, but he didn't manage to move very far, and at the same time he found out unfortunately that his left ankle must have been fractured - or broken.Buckbeak stared at him with large amber eyes, and then the hippogriff flapped its wings and arched the boy back protectively with its huge peck.

"No, no, no! Stop, stop—there is a student!—" This was Hagrid's voice, and then, a huge figure completely covered the sky above Draco's line of sight, and Hagrid moved away and was about to give Buck The executioner sent by the Ministry of Magic for Piccolo's execution looked down at the student who suddenly landed on his pumpkin patch from the sky, "Oh, oh? Mr. Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

"A walk, obviously," Draco said dryly.

"Your face is bleeding, wait, wait, Merlin!" Hagrid looked around in panic, and finally turned around and shouted behind him, "Hey, Malfoy! Come here and see—"

"Where are you shouting, big fool?! I'm here—father?!" Draco said strangely, staring at the man who was slowly walking towards him with a delicate silver snake-headed cane not far in front of him, The person who came had the same platinum-blond hair as his son's, neatly draped over his shoulders, and his silver-gray eyes always showed an expression of arrogance and indifference. Obviously, this man was Lucius Malfoy.

"Hello, son—"

Lucius Malfoy replied lazily, while poking disgustedly with his cane at the executioner, who was holding a large axe and half-covered his face nervously with a piece of black cloth, the man quickly stepped aside respectfully Now, so that Lucius Malfoy could lean over his son's dismay with a clear view—

"You let me walk through a rotten field outside, just to watch you roll in the mud? Son." Big Malfoy said with a slightly mocking tone drawn out.

Draco was so sad and angry that if someone had told him an hour ago that he would appear in front of his father with this honor, Draco would have blown that person's head off without hesitation. Because of his nonsense.

Nott, Goyle, and Crabbe landed five meters away from the pumpkin field respectively. After they stood still, they stared into the pumpkin field in surprise.In the end, Nott reacted first: "Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Nott."

Goyle and Crabbe also nervously greeted Lucius.

After a short greeting, Lucius bent down, sinking his fine and expensive dragonhide boots deeper into the soft pumpkin field.He grabbed Draco's elbow, pulled him up from the ground not too gently, then quickly withdrew his hand, and motioned for the reporter who was holding a camera in a daze behind him to move forward. Lucius lowered his head slightly, The pair of silver-gray eyes that have completely inherited his genes slowly ordered——

"A photo of Mr. Draco Malfoy - his mum will be delighted to see this - our son finally learned to roll in mud at 14."

Draco's face changed. "Oh, no, Father—don't do that."

"Mr. Malfoy." The executioner, who had been silent all this time, hissed and reminded, his voice sounded uncomfortable, as if he had suddenly contracted a serious illness, "the execution time is over."

"Then reschedule." Lucius snorted from his nasal cavity and said indifferently.

Hagrid looked so good he could dance in place.

Lucius turned around and walked two steps as gracefully as he could along the way he came. Hearing that there was no sound behind him that he was satisfied with, he turned around impatiently and said sarcastically, "What are you doing here? My son Need to go to the medical wing, Hagrid - teach, prof."