[HP] Noble

At dinner, Scorpius took a plate of black pepper steak from under Draco's nose, and the Slytherin prince raised his eyebrows and looked down at the first year's little gesture, then turned to look at him silently—this It's definitely an improvement. In fact, Draco didn't give Scorpius a hard look today. Maybe it was Merlin's mercy that finally calmed him down. Maybe it was the Quidditch victory that made him feel better. In short, this young master is not so angry anymore.

"Ms. Pomfrey told us to keep an eye on you." Scorpius glanced at the scratches under Draco's eyelids and the scars on his cheeks, and lowered his eyes in embarrassment, "You can't eat things that are too strong. Otherwise your scars will leave unsightly marks."

"I'd be way cooler with a scar than Stupid Potter's—I mean that lightning bolt everyone loves to stare at!—" Draco looked annoyed.

"Yes, of course." Scorpius nodded along with his words, trying to look very sincere, "Of course you are much handsomer than him..."

"Don't be so reluctant, gills—think about it," Draco drew his tone contemptuously, his handsome face full of arrogance, "what is my scar for?"

"——No, Draco, you are really enough, don't come again." Pansy stuffed a bowl of milky white seafood soup under his nose, and muttered complainingly.The Slytherin prince snorted, which finally died down reluctantly.He picked up his spoon, put the cup of pumpkin juice on the table, then scooped a spoonful of thick soup into the teacup holder, and took out Beetui from Scorpius' pocket-since the afternoon history of magic class After it was over, it stayed there because his real master had to go to a Quidditch match.

"Draco!" Watching the platinum noble casually put Beetui next to the saucer, and the damned tortoise slowly poked its head out as if it really smelled the fragrance, Scorpius widened his eyes, "Hey! You can't keep feeding Beatrix all this shit—"

Draco didn't move his head, just gave him a sideways glance indifferently.

So Scorpius shut up knowingly.

"..." He shrugged, curled his lips and said, "—Okay, hello, as long as you are happy."

Draco seemed quite content with the compromise.

At this time, they noticed that the Gryffindor table suddenly started to commotion.

Scorpius raised his head from the food in front of him, just in time to see Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, walking towards the long table with the main color of gold and red - this is a serious and rigid witch, but even Slytherin's The students would not deny that her transfiguration class was excellent, and even Draco rarely complained about her, which once surprised Scorpius. To his surprise, the platinum noble just snorted contemptuously, Impatiently explaining why - "What's the problem? She's even an Animagus."

Animagus means that a wizard learns to transform into a complete animal state and in this state retains the wizard's own IQ, sanity and action goals to a large extent.Just like the Patronus Charm will have different forms of physical Patronus, each wizard has his own unique Animagus form according to his personality, memories, and preferences. For example, Professor McGonagall has a circle of mirrors next to one eye. A tabby cat with a black circle.There are very, very few wizards who can successfully learn Animagus and successfully transform it - this requires a combination of talent, confidence and courage, and does not require the use of a wand. Some researchers have even published papers that believe that Animagus belongs to the A type of wandless magic. Usually wizards and witches need to register with the Ministry of Magic for unified protection and supervision after they succeed.

Professor McGonagall is a registered Animagus.

At this moment, the Transfiguration professor was holding a long object in his hand, which was mysteriously wrapped in a piece of dark brown rag. Scorpius saw that the Gryffindor Quidditch team Captain Wood jumped up from his stool and elbowed Angelina Johnson, who was sitting next to him, hard in the face, the poor girl let out a muffled groan of pain, and Goyle chirped next to Scorpius The ground gloated and laughed.

Professor McGonagall walked up to Harry Potter with a serious face, handed him the long object and whispered something to him—of course, the whole school soon knew what it was, because Luo En Weasley excitedly yelled "Oh! Harry! Firebolt! It's finally here!" Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly, and he noticed that while Weasley was yelling like this, Although Professor McGonagall still looked expressionless, the corners of the witch's mouth relaxed a little, revealing a subtle smile.

She nodded and said: "Top broom in good condition, of course, Mr. Potter - I also hope that this year's Quidditch trophy can be placed in my office, it has stayed with Professor Snape for too long - Then, please come on."

Waiting for the lost Firebolt to be recovered, Harry nodded as if still asleep.

Thinking of the Quidditch Cup final with Gryffindor three days later, everyone in Slytherin lost their appetite a little bit—this even included Goyle and Crabbe. The landers each ate a piece of Black Forest cake and put down their forks.

Draco was even worse, and now, he looked terribly pale.

"The speed of the broom is not the point, Draco, you know that." Zabini tried to reassure him as the crowd began to leave the auditorium.

Draco nodded slowly, and silently took Beatrix from Scorpius, stuffing it distractedly and rudely into his robe pocket - the poor turtle hadn't had time to retract its delicate neck Go, you must know that under normal circumstances, the Slytherin prince will always show great patience with his pet, and gently tap its shell with his fingers, as if it was agreed, whenever Draco When done, the tortoise will quickly retract its three legs and a head, ready to be stuffed in various places.

"My father promised to give me a 'Dutchman'." Draco said gloomily to Zabini, his mouth clenched.

"What's that?" Nott caught up from behind, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Broom." Draco quickly explained, "The newest model will be available in December next year."

"Merlin, there's still a whole year left!" Scorpius clicked his tongue, and Astoria, who had been walking beside him, stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, and quietly pulled down his sleeve.

It's a pity it's too late.

This sentence was answered by Draco. At this moment, the platinum nobleman had already twisted his noble head, looked Scorpius up and down in disgust, and hissed in the tone of talking to a countryman: "I , yes, a - Malfoy!"

Scorpius: "..."

Blaise Zabini patted Scorpius on the shoulder sympathetically, and chuckled, "Oh, Draco, of course we know, you always have some little way to get some special products in advance—so, How about that broom?"

"I could have gotten it before school started," Draco looked reluctant to bring it up, pointing quickly at the little bulge of Beetui's pocket as he walked forward. And the scar under my own eyes, "Well, because of this—and this, now, the broom is gone... Yeah, Knott, don't stare at me, my father confiscated him—that's what he likes, like looking at me Crazy or something - honestly, if I knew it, I'd rather go after Salazar on a goddamn hippogriff than ride that broom - even fell off in front of my father and almost twisted Break your own neck!"

Pansy let out a small, slightly contrived exclamation, her eyes full of doting: "My poor little boy!"

Zabini rubbed his chin: "Speaking of hippogriffs, is that dumb bird named Buckbeak dead?"

"No." Draco paused, but quickly recovered his indifferent expression, "But it will... er, maybe."

"I thought it liked you quite a bit." Pansy shrugged and said indifferently.Hearing this, Draco turned his head and gave her a meaningful look, and the black-haired Slytherin girl blinked blankly, "What's the problem? My dear."

"—no," Draco twisted his face back, looking slightly annoyed, "nothing."

"I thought Buckbeak's execution day was yesterday," Scorpius said thoughtfully. "I helped Granger look through the materials in the library. She said that usually if the death sentence is sentenced, the execution day will be in the next day." Three days after Judgment Day, which should be yesterday—"

"Are you going to help that mudblood look through the data?" Nott raised his voice.

"Just on the way, I was looking for Pansy." Scorpius said calmly, and Pansy returned a sweet smile.

Zabini nodded: "That Gryffindor is very smart, at least he has more brains than Potter and Weasley. I think if she enters Ravenclaw, I will even pursue her."

"Oh! Blaise!" Pansy looked completely disgusted.

The strange thing is that from the beginning to the end, Draco did not participate in this usual favorite conversation, he was sullen, thinking about something, walking alone at the front of the line.

Behind them there was a high-pitched cheer belonging to Gryffindor. It seemed that the Weasley twins were shouting and cheering loudly. They pushed through the crowd in front of them and embraced their golden boy and great The Firebolt went all the way.As he passed by the small group of Slytherins, Potter's smile softened a bit, he held the Firebolt tightly in his hand, and his emerald green eyes glanced at Draco vigilantly, unfortunately this time , the latter was only engrossed in cleaning up, and didn't look up at him at all.

But Gryffindor, who loves challenges, will never lack such creatures as "early birds"——

When they feel like it, even when they're expressing some kind of benign thought, they can make themselves pretty obnoxious—

Ron Weasley flushed, trying to straighten his already long neck, and raised his voice, "Malfoy! Yo ho!—"

Hermione Granger sneered beside him, brushed her hair arrogantly, and turned her face to the window to look out of the castle.

Pansy stared at him incredulously, like a fool: "Who's going 'yo-ho' with you? Red Mole!"

"Shut up, Parkinson, I didn't talk to you." Ron shrugged. "Malfoy, I can't think of you doing a good thing in this life-! That's amazing, isn't it?!"

"Oh, don't, Ron," Harry warned in a low voice, "don't mess with him, will you?"

Too bad Ron doesn't.

"Guess what, Malfoy - because you almost broke your neck - gnawed a mouthful of mud, Buckbeak don't have to die!" Ron put on a silly smile, showing eight big white teeth, Scorpius rolled his eyes from behind the crowd and peeked at Draco, who was twitching the corners of his mouth, watching the red-haired Gryffindor mad at him in the hallway with unusual resignation.

"Ron!" Harry raised his voice and pulled his friend back, "Look, there's a whole bunch of Slytherins here—this isn't a good time to be present! Okay! Dude?!"

"What are you afraid of, Harry! We've got a bunch of Gryffindors too!" Ron puffed out his chest, and Harry looked like he wanted to give him a good blow on the head.

Zabini looked him up and down contemptuously, and said slowly, "Did you drink too much butter beer? Weasley."

"—that thing can get drunk? Fred," said one of the Weasley twins who surrounded Harry.

"—Of course not! George," said Fred, speaking to his twin brother, "by name, we're Weasleys too, but we're not that stupid—the map gun is wrong, Zabini."

"..."

After a short confrontation.

--"Step aside."

Standing at the edge of a group of Slytherins, the person farthest from them finally spoke - Draco lazily raised his pointed jaw, his silver-gray eyes looked extremely cold.

"Go away crazy, Weasley." He frowned in disgust.

Ron shrugged indifferently, and didn't move away: "You can't imagine how happy Hagrid is."

"What difference does that make? The hippogriff still dies," Draco said, "whenever I need—"

"He's right, Harry." Hermione interrupted Draco calmly, and even now anyone could see that a great anger was brewing in her. She didn't look at Ron, but at Harry. Li, who stood there without saying a word, "Although I think things are turning around, we must now—"

"No. Not at all as long as I want to, Potter." Draco sneered arrogantly, "You poor Professor Hagrid will still be crying and wiping your tears, being a poor wretch—"

Hermione looked completely offended.

She turned hard towards Draco, and the heavy schoolbag slammed into George hard, knocking him against the wall behind him.

"How dare you call him a wretch! Malfoy!" Hermione said, raising her voice angrily. "He's a - wonderful - professor!"

"I just, don't think so at all." Draco smirked at her.

"Malfoy! You mean - rude -"

"Ron! Hold her!" Harry yelled, but it was too late, and before Ron could react, Hermione had already raised her hand high -

Before she was about to swing down, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her elbow.

"Calm down, Granger."

Hermione froze for a moment, then quickly withdrew.

Scorpius also let her go, thought for a while, and pulled out the bag Draco gave him from behind his waist ("Dragon skin!" Ron exclaimed in a low voice), took out a small stack of charms and stuffed it into the bag. Gryffindor girl, "Here, Christmas presents."

Hermione: "..."

Ron: "..."

Harry: "..."

Draco cocked his lips in disgust: "Have you got water in your head, huh? Mr. Gretel - after all the choices, you finally decided to exchange the hellish Christmas presents now?"

And Hermione Granger showed such a slow expression for the first time in her life, she blinked her dark brown eyes quickly, then pursed her lips in embarrassment, looking a little at a loss: "Oh - Gretel? - —Okay, I mean, thank you—I've wanted these magical talisman papers for a long time, but you know, I don't know how to tell you——!"

"Draco suggested." Scorpius said without hesitation, and he retreated into the line. Hermione suddenly looked up and stared at Draco, who unnaturally inserted his hands into the pockets of his school uniform pants, trying to let him He looked more natural himself, though the pale blush on his cheeks gave him away—

He glared fiercely at this reckless first grader, and hissed angrily in a low voice: "Gretel! You idiot! I just suggested it casually!—"

Scorpius curled his lips and pushed Draco: "But I'm serious, Granger likes it too - you did a good deed, Draco." He smirked at the platinum nobleman, "... Come on, let's go, don't fight in the hallway - you still have Beetui in your pocket!"

"Tsk, wait a minute." Zabini clicked his tongue, "Why does this sound so awkward?"

Then he got the answer, Draco himself the truth.

He looks so angry that he can't wait to turn Scorpius into a plant or something and put it in the dirt, or—

"Shut up! Gretel! Shut up! That's just a stupid turtle! Don't talk to me the way you talk to a pregnant woman!—I'm really going to turn you into a swallowtail dog and make you and your stupid Dogs stay and fly together!—”

"Oh, look, Blaise!" Pansy said sympathetically, looking at the back of the Slytherin prince walking stiffly and quickly, "My poor baby Draco, he is incoherent!"