[HP] Noble

Watching everyone leave, Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak covering the heads of the three of them, and Ron blushed and made a disgusting motion: "Oh my God, did you see that Hagrid is holding Malfoy?" It's like holding a baby!"

"Because Malfoy saved Buckbeak's life, even if it was only temporarily," said Harry dryly. "Okay, no one else, now we have to go back to the castle."

"Oh!" Ron patted Harry on the back, looking reluctant, he stammered, "Harry, although I don't want to admit this—"

"I know what you're trying to say, Ron," Harry said indulgently to his friend.

Ron looked even more embarrassed, his face flushed as red as his hair: "—well, Malfoy that perpetually up-nosed little bastard, did you see that swooping motion of him—I must No, he's just like you, Harry, and that bastard is a broom."

"—not at all."

Ron choked, and he turned his head sharply to stare at the only girl among the three. Hermione was holding a copy of "Why Muggles Need Electricity". She brushed her fluffy hair impatiently, looking very Squealed indignantly, "I think you're the best, Harry! - at least at Quidditch!" Shaking off the nonsensical remark, the girl hurried forward, leaving a determined back view of two boys.

"...What the hell is wrong with her!" Ron's eyes widened in disbelief, his lips trembling, and he stared at Hermione's back as if he was looking at a Flobber caterpillar that was biting crazily, "She even spoke to Quidditch Qi is not interested at all!——she was just trying to refute me!"

Harry patted poor Ron on the shoulder sympathetically and very reassuringly - when you try to contradict Hermione, you always find that everything around you can go very wrong.

……

Lucius Malfoy wasn't in a hurry to leave, he woke Salazar up with a simple spell, and had him bring a simple note to the Ministry of Magic, postponing a meeting about a donation of funds.Now, he is standing in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, and he definitely doesn't like it here—since when Lucius was in school, he came here a handful of times, and the few opportunities he came to visit were Severus injured in the duel between the Potter quartet.

The last time he was back in the school's hospital wing, last year - when Lucius re-entered it, he lost a nasty house-elf.And this time, Draco Malfoy, the only heir to the Malfoy family, was lying on a bed in the hospital wing, trying to put down his leg, which was wrapped in bandages and hung three times high in midair. .

His struggle was seen by Madam Pomfrey, who waved her wand in displeasure, and now Draco's legs were raised higher, the platinum noble let out a groan of pain, and now his pale face There was an inconspicuous trace of pink blush, and it looked like she was dying of grief and indignation.

Madam Pomfrey quickly pointed her wand at his face, and looked around: "Well—a little scrape, but it's nothing serious, don't worry, boy, you won't be disfigured by it," her There was a trace of blue light coming out from the front of the wand, and Draco could feel that the hot and painful place on his cheek became cold and accompanied by a little itching, and the fine sand and other things were cleaned out from the wound. His face slid onto the white feather pillow, the witch looked very satisfied, she nodded, and was about to cast another spell to make the wound completely heal——

"Leave it there, Ms. Pomfrey." Lucius Malfoy, who had been standing silently by Draco's bed, lazily drew out the emphasis.

Well, Draco thought gloomily, I've known this since I was a kid—

Madam Pomfrey looked at Lucius reproachfully: "Mr. Malfoy, I don't think there's any good in doing this—"

"He deserves a lesson, and if Draco thinks it's ugly to have a scar like that on his face, then he should learn not to play Quidditch on a pumpkin patch next time," Lucius said haughtily. , long platinum hair draped softly on his shoulders, and his handsome face, which seemed too young for his age, was maintaining an indifferent expression at the moment, "What do you have to say? Draco."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Father." Draco gritted his teeth, "I was just trying to save a damn turtle—oh Merlin, I almost forgot—" He just remembered something, from He took out the three-legged turtle from his pocket, picked it up and looked in through the hole under the shell, his face turned paler.

"Madame Pomfrey—" Draco turned his head in a daze to look at the witch who was looking at him sternly, "Can you bring me some clean water, this turtle looks like it's dying of thirst .”

Lucius raised his eyebrows gracefully. "A crippled turtle, son, I don't think—"

"No, Dad! It's not!" Draco looked a little annoyed. In fact, he had explained this problem to too many people. Even in the face of his most respected father, he would inevitably be impatient with this—"It It's from China, it's kind of a cure-all or something, maybe it can reduce a swelling—"

"Looks like it has a peculiar function worth breaking your neck for," Lucius said calmly.

"Well, I promise I won't come back next time, Father." Draco yawned lazily, and said a little waywardly, "Salazar suddenly went crazy--next time it does this, I swear I'll make soup with this tortoise—Madam Pomfrey, can I let my leg down a bit, I'm about to cramp..."

"Oh, it's not a good idea to act like a spoiled child at such an age, Mr. Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey's expression softened a little, she waved her wand, and put Draco's leg down, pretending not to see Slater The blush on Prince Lin's face, she quickly ordered, "I will tell the kitchen, you can only eat a little from the list tonight, absolutely no black pepper juice, unless you want to leave that on your face forever A scar - fine, just lie there and I promise you won't miss a single class tomorrow -"

"—and the Quidditch match with Ravenclaw tomorrow," Draco said nervously.

"And tomorrow's Quidditch match against Ravenclaw." Madam Pomfrey nodded, packed her things and left the ward.

Draco heaved a sigh of relief and fell back under the quilt. Lucius leaned on the snake stick and watched his son bury his head in the quilt, only a handful of soft blond hair was exposed outside the quilt——"Now we are left There are two, son."

"We need a gentleman's talk, Father." Draco sneered stiffly under the covers, "I'm 14, and if you still want to spank me or something, I'm going to die - no kidding. "

"Absolutely gentleman, you'll like it, son." The elder Malfoy smiled tolerantly, and said calmly and slowly, "I originally ordered for you the new broom of the 'Dutchman' that will be released next Christmas—— "

Draco threw back the covers and sat up.

"I have to say, it is much more expensive than the Firebolt, those profiteers who make brooms—but after I added five hundred Galleons, they still agreed to send the product to Malfoy before school starts in August The manor—" Lucius Malfoy smirked falsely at his son.

"No no no - Dad! You can't do this!" Draco looked like he was going crazy now, clutching the pillow so tightly that he looked like he was going to smother himself with it.

"—but no, I'm sorry to announce that maybe you'll have to use that Nimbus 2001, which even Weasley can afford now, until next Christmas." Lucius pushed Draco back on the bed, "Watch your grace, Mr. Malfoy."

The faint green three-legged turtle poked its head out leisurely, and spit a few bubbles on the plate filled with shallow water at the head of the bed.

"—Weasley would have to eat a month's worth of lettuce to buy a sweep, and they can't afford the Nimbus series." Draco lay on the bed, complaining gloomily, "but Potter has a Firebolt— — although it is now temporarily confiscated."

"That's no reason to have Potter snatch the Snitch right under your nose."

"Oh, of course not, I'll beat him." Draco said with a little longing, "but if I have a broom faster than a Firebolt, maybe I can have a 150 to zero—"

"I don't doubt that. As for the broom, you will always get it—even if the time has changed a little, but after all, I have paid a large deposit for it." Lucius took out an old pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it. Seeing it, he would rather carry such an expensive antique pocket watch with him than the time-telling charm, "I have another meeting - write to tell your mother about your stupidity today, because I find it hard to tell."

After speaking, he left without looking back, his back looked extremely determined.

……

The next day, under Ron's disappointed gaze, Draco walked into the Potions classroom with his head held high. Because his feet were not fully healed, he didn't seem to be walking very steadily now, but it could be seen that he was trying his best to cover up this.Professor Snape, who was waving his wand and explaining how to grind a bicorn's horn, acted as if he hadn't noticed that he was late, and he didn't stop his lecture at all - he even found a reason to deduct Longbottom's points during the lecture.

"Malfoy's late - but he deducted points from Gryffindor!" Ron yelled at Harry under his breath.

Horrified to find himself getting used to this, Harry shrugged resignedly. "Turn your face back, Ron! Or that greasy old bat will happily snap another Gryffindor—"

——"Weasley, Potter! No whispering, two points deducted from Gryffindor."

"...cent." Harry finished his words calmly.

Behind them, Draco took the turtle out of his pocket and threw it into a clean cauldron - he had only had time to wash himself in the hospital wing and change into the new robes the elf had brought from his quarters before he had time. Go back to the dormitory and take a walk.

Scorpius, who was sitting next to Zabini, happened to have the cauldron in his hand, and he nervously grabbed the turtle shrunk into a shell from the cauldron: "My poor Beetui!—it must be terrified!"

"What's wrong with you? Gretel!" Draco just sat down firmly, and immediately turned his face and hissed in a low voice in disbelief, the silver-gray eyes that belonged to platinum nobles stared at Scorpius reproachfully, " I nearly broke my neck and lost access to the newest broom - and you're only thinking about this turtle - and who's Beetch?!"

"Its name," Scorpius put the turtle that finally had a decent name in the drawer with satisfaction, and now he finally has time to turn his face to the resentful Slytherin prince, "Pansy took Yes, I think it's fitting - well, Draco, I heard you got into trouble yesterday, but Madam Pomfrey refused to let us visit you - are you all right?"

At this time, Draco had already picked up his quill and was seriously taking notes on Potions class - it seemed that he was completely unprepared to answer him, not even a single word.

……

It was a recurring nightmare for Ravenclaw Seeker Cho Chang until the afternoon, when Draco once again caught the Snitch right under her nose.

Slytherin successfully entered the final to compete with Gryffindor for the Quidditch Cup.