[HP] Noble

As Draco Malfoy left first, the rest of the Slytherins quickly raised their haughty chins and passed the Gryffindors without squinting.

The Slytherin-Gryffindor wars seem to be over for the time being, thanks to an act of the great, sometimes utterly awkward Mr. Gretel.

However, the war between Gryffindor and Gryffindor is off to a good start.

Then, it exploded completely - and that just happened to be the worst for Harry Potter.

"Look what you've done! Just accepting a Slytherin Christmas present - even though it's been over a hell of a month since Christmas!! Maybe I can figure out why he's giving you a Christmas present? Huh? That first-year Slytherin!" Ron growled at Hermione, blushing, as if he was rightly accusing a traitor - but a fool could see that -

"Come on, Ron Weasley! You're just! Jealous!" Hermione's voice was sharp and indignant, staring at the ground as she walked quickly, and to Harry's surprise, Ron followed suit so well. Following her steps, the two rushed forward with an unstoppable trend, and the people in the corridor hurriedly made way for them.

Ron raised his voice, trying to make himself more imposing: "I'm jealous? Ha! Why should I be jealous? Harry - what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Harry half-heartedly, "leave me alone, Ron, I don't want to get involved at all - you carry on."

Now, Hermione is carefully pressing the stack of talisman papers that Gretel gave her into the book of "Arithmology and Divination", and then "snapped" the book closed, holding it under her arm, and she said the password to the fat lady , after the portrait rotated, she climbed in first, and then sat down on a random sofa—her cat, Crookshanks, came out of nowhere and jumped on her lap, stretched out, comfortable climbed down.

This obviously brought back some bad memories for Ron, and standing beside Ron, Harry clearly heard his friend gasp in anger.Hermione seemed to have come out of the shadows of Scabbers, she glanced at Ron contemptuously, and said sarcastically, "Honestly, if you knew you were going to be jealous, why didn't you think of sending a copy at Christmas?" Gift for Gretel?"

"Merlin! Why should I give him a gift?!"

"That happens to be the answer to why you're jealous," said Hermione sharply.

Oh Hermione!Harry almost wanted to applaud her.

Now, the Weasley boy looked like he was going to faint with embarrassment.His face turned pale, and he obviously thought of an unusual answer. Thinking about the gifts that Hogsmeade bought and hadn't had a chance to give away, it is still on his bedside, as if It was a statue of Merlin.Ron slumped down on the sofa opposite Hermione, too lazy to care about the stupid ugly cat purring at him, he said weakly, "But, where do I get so much money?"

"Mummy's going to cry, her baby Ronald for not giving his sweetheart a Christmas present, just because he has no money." George's voice came from the entrance to the common room, followed by Fred.

Ron cast a listless glance at his brother and said desperately, "Oh, shut up, Fred, that's a Slytherin - what do you expect me to give him? As long as I can buy it - —”

"He's George, my silly brother," replied Fred calmly. "I'm not joking this time."

"I can testify," muttered Hermione after a quick look at George.

But Ron suddenly sat up straight as if he had thought of something, he stared at Hermione as if he would bite off her neck without hesitation at any time: "So, you gave him a Christmas present?!— —”

"Yes, what's the problem?" Hermione scratched the base of Crookshanks' ear. "A hardcover book worth five silver coins about the history of Slytherin."

"But why—"

As if expecting Ron to ask that question, Hermione took a deep breath and tried to calm herself: "Listen, he saved Hagrid, he helped Buckbeak, and even - he saved Harry!"

Successfully diverting the eyes of a small group of people in the common room to him, Harry shrank his neck and realized that he would never be able to get used to this, so he almost wished that he would disappear out of thin air immediately or something - but obviously, he couldn't, So facing Hermione's stern gaze, he made a gesture of surrender: "Sorry, I didn't either...well, you know, maybe next Christmas—"

Hermione sneered and turned away her face, and Ron looked strangely relieved.

"Five silver coins." Ron moved his butt nervously, "He gave you a gift in return?"

"What else? Throw my gift back in my face? — even Malfoy wouldn't do that!" Hermione retorted defiantly, raising an eyebrow.Ron's face was flushed and he looked terribly embarrassed, and Harry patted him sympathetically and said, "Maybe it really doesn't matter, Ron. Look, my aunt just gave me a lady's sock— — not even a pair, maybe she's going to give me another one next Christmas... so I sent Dudley a box of Honeydukes, you know Ron, that's a Christmas present, Whatever it is, it's a Christmas present - God, don't make me talk you out of it, I'm starting to feel sad now... My aunts are mean, aren't they?"

"—maybe you two can cuddle and cry for a while," said George playfully.

"—but you have to understand that doesn't make your socks a pair," Fred continued.

George nodded seriously, and said with a smile: "I think Fred is telling you that Christmas is over, don't start struggling with your presents until now, please make persistent efforts next year."

"What's the big deal—" said Ron with a toothache, "that's Malfoy's advice." He pointed to the stack of papers that Hermione put away like a baby.

"But I'm satisfied." Hermione said unwaveringly, "and more importantly, it did come from Gretel himself." After she finished speaking, she stood up and strode towards the girls' dormitory without looking back. of stairs.

"..." Harry looked at Ron sympathetically, "Are you all right?"

It's a pity that Ron is now full of frustration and unable to answer his concern. Hermione's last words hit him like a Gryffindor sword that stabbed the basilisk.

Harry tried his best to change the subject: "Okay, so Ron, what's the matter with you today, these days... I thought you were not so willing to fight Malfoy anymore."

"I can't help myself! Harry!" Ron was on the verge of crying in despair. "There he is!"

"..." Harry was dumbfounded, and tried his best to ignore the laughing Weasley twins on the other side of the sofa, and it took him a long time to find his voice out of his throat, "Dude—this...is a bit of a killer. "

"Fuck me!" said Ron self-absorbed. "I'm horrified at the thought of the Quidditch final in a few days—if I actually danced for the Slytherin goal or smiled like What a fool, Harry, then let me have a good time and give me a killing curse or something."

……

Even though Ron was afraid, the Quidditch final came under the anticipation of most people.

Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, this is always the most exciting game in a Quidditch match—not to mention the final, no one in the whole school wants to miss this. When entering the auditorium, they were given the highest degree of attention.

Draco enjoys the chase.

But that doesn't mean that when he pushes open the door of the auditorium, everyone in the auditorium stops talking and turns their heads to stare at him like a fool.

With a pause, he didn't slam the door shut like Flint and chose to give up his breakfast directly - he was a Malfoy, oh, Malfoy should always be used to this!Having to put on a forced smirk, Prince Slytherin squeezed out a word from the corner of his mouth: "Disaster."

Compared to the others, Goyle and Crabbe seemed unstressed about this even as members of the Slytherin team. They rushed to their breakfast enthusiastically. Under Draco's surveillance, the two of them today Neither was able to overeat as usual—even though that was a sign of fullness to them.They only had time to choose their usual favorites, and before their stomachs bulged, Draco snatched the knife from Goyle's hand and snapped, "Stop eating! — and you! Crabbe! Eat!" Too full will make you unresponsive like a troll! - Blaise, get that bacon out of his mouth!"

Zabini threw himself on Crabbe, grinning maliciously.

"Oh, Draco." Scorpius rubbed his eyes. Recently, Professor McGonagall's class made him feel a lot of pressure. Even though his spells are actually good, he didn't perform very well in the transformation class. Renyi, in order not to be the last one at the end of the semester, he began to work overtime and read books, and now there is a faint blue shadow on the tender skin under his eyes, he turned his head to the platinum nobleman, and said in a slightly tired voice, "You are too nervous, Relax."

"Why should I be nervous?" Draco yelled at Scorpius, turning his head violently.

"Look, you're just nervous, otherwise why would you be roaring." Scorpius rolled his eyes.

"Okay, Scorpius, let him go," Pansy said lovingly across the table, "He looks like he's going to jump on you - Draco, my prince, calm down, calm down please? We know you're going to win, Potter's no match for you."

……

Before the game started, they had to go back to the fact that they were students, the Slytherins had a Transfiguration class, and the Gryffindors had a Divination class, tsk, what a bloody arrangement.With his chin propped on one hand, Draco absently tapped the ancient teapot in front of him with his hawthorn wand, watching its spout transform into a turtle's tail, and he yawned lazily.

After finally getting out of class, Draco was surprised to find that Potter was walking in front of him, the Gryffindor golden boy didn't look too emotional, and Hermione Granger was trying to comfort him-they all Draco's presence was not detected.

——"Harry, that's an unreliable lunatic. Didn't Professor McGonagall say that she predicts someone's death every year!"

Granger said anxiously.

Her reassurance didn't seem to make Potter any better. ... Ouch, poor silly baby Potter, Draco rolled his lips happily behind them, Trelawney, that female liar, Draco decided to be less mean to her in the future, at least she could still make some good things.

With brisk steps, he turned and walked down the path leading to the Slytherin Quidditch dressing room.

Unsurprisingly, Flint sat there early as captain, gloomily, and jumped out of his seat as Draco opened the door and walked in. Draco snorted and began to untie him. A silver and green tie around the neck.

During the time he changed, he patiently listened to Flint say "We're going to face a Firebolt" three times, which managed to turn Draco's only slight nervousness into disdain. When Lindt spoke of the broom for the fourth time, Prince Slytherin finally couldn't bear it and interrupted him dryly: "They have a Firebolt, but it's just Potter, and the Weasleys use the sweeping broomstick." And the Seven Stars, and Wood—and we have a whole team of Nimbus 2001s."

"I think Draco's right," said Montague, one of Slytherin's suitors.

Finally realizing this beautiful fact, Flint looked gratefully at Draco, who arrogantly pulled a mocking smile from the mirror to the captain behind him: "Don't try to kiss me, Flint, I don't accept it .”

After speaking, he slammed the door of the closet marked "DLM Exclusive".

The Quidditch field was full of people, as if a once-in-a-century event was being held.The commentator Lee Jordan was just finishing his commentary on the Gryffindor team—

"The Slytherins are in too, led by Captain Flint - the team has changed a bit, they have both Goyle and Crabbe in their batsmen, the Slytherins seem to be more about size than skill today - —”

Amid the boos of the crowd, Draco sneered coldly: "When can I be considered big?"

"Compared to first grade." Goyle patted his head on the shoulder, narrowing his eyes happily, and Draco poked his fat ass with a broom without hesitation.

The captains of both sides shook hands, got on the broom, and the game began.

"George Weasley slams a Bludger hard at Goyle - hey buddy! Nice one - Angelina grabs the Quaffle, now Gryffindor has possession - and she Go past Montague - score! Gryffindor goal! Ten to zero -"

Angelina shook her fist viciously in Flint's direction, but she didn't see Goyle and Crabbe approaching from behind, and the two hit her from both sides like hot dogs-this was really hard Yes, this fairly strong Gryffindor girl almost squeezed her guts out.

"Oh!" Angelina groaned in pain, and Fred Weasley slapped Goyle hard with a bat from behind, and he rolled over in midair a few times in embarrassment. —

"Stop being so rough!" Ms. Hooch screamed at them. "Free throws! Slytherins and Gryffindors each! This isn't a rough brawl! Watch your demeanor - boys!"

"Oh, ma'am, you're playing the piano with the cow." George Weasley flew past Crabbe grinning, making a face at him.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, Alicia from Gryffindor went up to the free throw, and the ball went in.There was a moan of disappointment on the Slytherin side, while the Gryffindor side was elated. The sharp contrast between the two colleges well reflects what it means to "tell us what you are unhappy about."

It was Flint's turn to throw the free throw, but the angle of the shot was not very good, and Wood easily saved the ball.

"Twenty to zero - come on! Gryffindor!! - oh no, Professor McGonagall - well well, to be fair, Slytherin, don't be so ugly." Lee Jordan jumped onto a Out of Professor McGonagall's reach, muffled laughter erupted from the crowd.

Draco withdrew his eyes from the melee below, he narrowed his silver-gray eyes slightly and looked around, and soon found that Potter was gliding aimlessly not far from him, and the two of them had a moment of sight Right, and then, Draco rolled his eyes at the golden boy in an uncouth way.

Prince Slytherin had already begun to think quickly in his mind—it could be seen that the Firebolt was fast and agile, and his turn seemed effortless, but Draco quickly discovered the problem—

The Firebolt's tiny flaws were exposed during the straight-up.

In this regard, this world-class top broom is not comparable to the Nimbus series.Due to the excessive pursuit of turning technology, the Firebolt usually tilts slightly to the left or right during the ascent process, resulting in a small angle deviation, but this defect is often perfectly compensated by its excellent speed.

But never mind, Draco Malfoy was a Malfoy.

From the day he was born, he was taught a truth: grasp the enemy's weakness, and then infinitely magnify it on the battlefield.

Under the feet of the two Seekers, the battlefield was in chaos, and each team was carried down by a player. Angelina was almost crooked by Gower's nose, and Flint was knocked off the broom because he was too far from the ground. Jin, even before everyone reacted and cast a floating spell, he was lying on the ground with his whole body, and he seemed to have broken a leg or something.

Slytherin's morale was high for the time being, and he scored three goals in a row. Now the score on the field is [-]-[-], with Gryffindor leading.

Draco casually turned the broom around, then froze.

Because he saw the Golden Snitch.

Right above the giant lion banner in the Gryffindor stands.

It was closer to Potter, but because Draco was flying higher, Draco spotted him first - but he knew very well that it would take at most 30 seconds for the savior of Gryffindor to spot this something unusual--

Draco withdrew his gaze, and moved a little over there cautiously, well, he didn't attract Potter's attention—if that happened, they would lose, the Nimbus series can't fly in a straight line like the Firebolt Speed, that is simply no door.

Merlin bless!Someone to attract his attention!Draco's face was pale, cold sweat broke out in the palms of the hands holding the broom, he could hardly hold the polished surface of the broom body, and now, he found desperately that Potter was twisting his head, and it only took about three Ten degrees, and he could see—

"Watch the back of your head, Fred!"

Lee Jordan roared loudly, there was a roar from the stands, and Crabbe was holding his club aloft, about to punch one of the Weasley twins on the back of the head—

"Rough," Draco commented in a low voice, taking a quick look beyond the lion's banner - the Snitch was gone.

For a moment he was sweating almost all over his back, but soon he saw the swift little ball right in front of the flag, now resting on the lion's mane, and behind it The gold of the banner is fully fused into one—

Potter didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, and suddenly swooped towards the Slytherin goal——

It's now!

"Quick, quick!" Draco patted Nimbus 2001's torso lightly, as if it would make it go faster, and he rushed to the top of the Gryffindor stands like a rocket—

And the commentator was still joking at his feet: "Oh look, Potter came to a heroic rescue beautifully-Alia, you can consider dating Potter-I'm sorry Professor McGonagall-God, Malfoy is flying right at us, Merlin! Don't! Harry! Turn back! Look what the bastard has found!—"

Even Professor McGonagall wasn't in the mood to grab his microphone now.

Everyone was leaning on the railing of the stand, trying to raise their heads to look up. The Gryffindor Seeker turned his head without hesitation, and the advantage of the Firebolt was fully utilized. There was a scarlet shadow left - Draco was so far from the Gryffindor stand that when he approached it, Potter was almost at arm's length with him -

He was less than five feet below him—

Now he begins to ascend—

And the Golden Snitch was right in front of them——

"They're going to collide!" Someone yelled in horror, Draco felt a person rubbing his body and rising up from below, the face of the platinum nobleman became paler, and he finally A decision was made—

He let go of the broom, and leaned forward with his knees on the broom. Beside him, Harry, who was still on the rise, stood up on the broom even more desperately than him, and stretched out his hand——

But by accident, Harry made a jerky snatch motion, but the Snitch was actually a tiny gap about three centimeters away from his fingertips - he snatched nothing.

Then watched in despair as the Slytherin-green glove closed over the Snitch.

"My God!" Lee Jordan yelled from below in disbelief, "just a little bit - damn slight tilt! I'm going to complain to the manufacturer of the Firebolt! My Quidditch Cup! Help! -Stein Raitling won! Oh—"

Draco panted and slumped back on the broom, his silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly because of the thrilling scene just now, and the corners of his mouth were tightly drawn, looking even more unbelievable than Potter, he won the competition.

Thoroughly and aboveboard, he won the Quidditch final.

The Golden Snitch flapped its thin wings feebly in his palm, and through the dragonskin warm gloves, it gave him a slightly itchy vibration on his fingertips.

Then, he gave Harry Potter the friendliest smile he had seen in three years. He lazily swept the Gryffindor Seekers around and said slowly, "Success is in the details, Potter."