[HP] Noble

At least before today, in Draco's view, the vast majority of dark magic animals had only concrete words—they lived on various magic books and had lifelike, moving parts. Next to the picture, there are text descriptions in various fonts, talking about their living habits, their favorite food, and which country or ocean they usually frequent.

While flipping through and writing down the information, Draco admitted that he never thought about what he would do if he jumped out of the book one day and stood in front of a dark magical animal.

So when the basilisk cornered him and the senior Slytherin standing in front of him, opened its big mouth with white fangs, and sprayed venom at them, he fell into a desperate daze— ——The funny thing is, at that time, his wand was still firmly held in his hand, but he found that his arm was too heavy to lift the wand; his head was still firmly on his neck, but his brain But so confused that I can't think of any complete spell to try to save myself...

When he heard the approaching footsteps of the God of Death for the first time, Prince Slytherin suddenly realized how much he still needed to learn, and those things could not be learned from books.

His pride once made him ignore those things.

Now he's paying for it.

He encountered an unprecedented embarrassment. Before that, if he encountered danger, he might choose to turn around and run away immediately, but no matter what choice he made, in his concept, those options would never include such an item : Let another person stand in front of him, and let him witness this person being torn to pieces in order to save himself.

Especially when the existence of that person is quite special to him.

In the chaos, with only endless darkness in front of him, he heard the senior Slytherin tell him in a pitch-shifted voice that the mirror spell had worked and the basilisk's eyes had been blinded, but then they didn't even have time to be happy about it All at once, they also paid an equal price for the good-sounding result of successfully solving a certain trouble on the basilisk—the mad basilisk in pain also cornered the two of them together, Draco's hands and feet were cold, he His eyes couldn't see but he could hear the "hissing" sound in his ears, and he could also feel that when the strong tail of the basilisk slapped the ground, the entire floor of the secret room was shaking crazily.

Until he felt himself being pushed hard, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, his hands brushed against the gravel and brought burning pain, he guessed that it must be bleeding, but this is not the point, because this At that time, when he was struggling to get up from the ground and tried to stand himself, he heard the terrible sound of his robe being torn apart by sharp objects, and mixed with the eerie "hissing" sound of the basilisk. Leitlin asked him to take off the blindfold in a tired and flustered voice, and then ran away.

Only then did Draco realize that his blindfold could already be removed.

He hurriedly removed the rags covering his eyes—fortunately, the brightness in the secret room was not high, so after a moment of blurred vision, he quickly saw clearly the predicament he was about to face—honestly Said, when he opened his eyes and saw clearly what happened around him, Draco really had a feeling of chills all over his body, and his hair was standing on end...

Because the situation is much worse than he imagined.

He saw the black-haired Slytherin between himself and the basilisk, a living human shield, his wand still slumped at his waist, so the weapon he used was his own hands—he used his hands to fight Grabbing one of the basilisk's fangs, he pushed the huge head away from them. At the same time, his body was already wet, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the saliva, venom or the root of the basilisk. Either the basilisk or his own blood.

Draco was stunned for three seconds, and only in the fourth second did he realize what the guy in front of him was doing.

"Gretel, are you crazy?! The basilisk's venom is extremely poisonous, it can paralyze your nerves, invade your body and gradually weaken your organs-oh damn, for Merlin's sake, do you think it's too late?" I found that you are soaking in this poisonous venom!"

Incoherently warning, Draco frantically trying to regain some sanity as he raised his wand and cast every spell he could think of at the moment - Dark Arts or not - in the He tried it all over the basilisk, his fingertips were cold, and his palms were covered with cold sweat, which made him unable to grasp the hawthorn wand in his hand. He watched spells being launched from the tip of the wand one by one, and landed on the basilisk precisely. On the eyes where the wounds had appeared—

He tried in vain to find an entry point, and as he kept casting different spells, he still hadn't forgotten howling in a voice he'd never been so restless in his life, trying to wake the man who was using his two flesh The senior Slytherin who used his arm to fight against the basilisk, after mechanically repeating the three steps of chanting spells, casting spells, and finding out the time to curse people countless times, Draco found that his voice had become extremely hoarse— —

This caused a small magical deviation from a marking spell he had uttered, turning it into a less complete spell.

When the not-so-strong red light shot out, Draco was stunned for a moment, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was: they were finished.

Draco let out an annoyed growl.

However, at this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of "Boom Boom Boom" being pushed open from the tightly closed stone door behind him. He suddenly turned his head and looked hopefully at the direction they came from. ——However, the sound of the door being pushed suddenly disappeared the moment he turned his head, and suddenly became quiet, as if the sound Draco heard just now was just his illusion for a while.

Draco paused for a few seconds.

In such a short period of less than half a minute, he can be considered to have experienced what it means for a heart to rise from hell to heaven and then fall back into hell again.

Curse Merlin.

Just when he opened his mouth to swear a not-so-elegant swear word, he suddenly heard someone chanting a spell from behind the tightly closed stone door. The voice was very subtle—but not Relationship—because in the next second, the entire heavy door was blown to pieces in front of Draco's eyes.

Accompanied by a sharp bird cry, Draco only had time to see a huge phoenix covered in flames rushing out from the gap in the broken stone door. It waved its powerful red wings and flew flying with flames. Pounce on the basilisk—

That's Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes.

But because the phoenix does not know Parseltongue, it is impossible for it to open the entrance of the secret room and enter the secret room by itself—so Draco was not surprised to find that there was another slender trail following Phoenix Fox into the secret room. figure.

The visitor was tall, with long legs and long hands, and a slender figure. Draco felt that he might have to lift up to meet the other person's eyes. This was the ideal figure that Draco had imagined himself to be when he was an adult; The trimmed, black attire that looks like the Aurors often wear it is, to be honest, also surprisingly well within the range of tastes that Draco can appreciate and possibly rate highly ...

The light in the secret room was too dark.

Draco could just barely see the figure flash past him—

Before he had time to figure out what was going on, the man had passed him quickly and accurately, and came behind the black-haired Slytherin who was fighting the basilisk in the corner. Stretching out his hand, it seemed as if he grabbed the black-haired Slytherin's waist very naturally, dragged him away from the basilisk with absolute height advantage, and held him firmly in his arms .

Draco, who saw this scene exactly as he saw it, felt the corners of his eyes twitch. At this moment, apart from the momentary rejoicing and relief, he must admit that he felt a little surprised... If it was There are actually many correct postures for simply saving lives...

There's really no need to be so intimate.

It's as if the two of them actually know each other well.

At this time, on top of their heads, the Phoenix Fox screamed loudly and grabbed the basilisk's head with its sharp, flaming claws, and the basilisk's scales, which were second only to dragon skin in toughness, were grabbed by it. traces, smelly and greasy scales overwhelmingly falling down like a torrential rain——

While the phoenix fluttered its wings, the flames burning around it made it the only light source in the secret room.

So this made Draco panic, and suddenly saw the short platinum hair on the head of the man who broke in suddenly and looked more like a savior than the savior who didn't know what he was doing at the moment.

This glance made Draco fall into unprecedented confusion. He never remembered that he had a cousin with such obvious bloodlines—and the person in front of him, his hair color was enough to show that he had Mal The Fu family's lineage...

Just when Prince Slytherin was confused, he saw the other party raised his wand. The familiar hawthorn wand, which was made of the same material and pattern as he was holding at this moment, made Draco feel confused. It turned into a momentary pause.

At this moment, at the place where Draco's eyes stayed, the man was holding the wand with one hand, and the black-haired Slytherin was firmly hugged with the other hand. He raised his wand and pointed it at the open space around the monster, This scene made Draco feel as if he had vaguely guessed something, and his heart beat wildly. As expected, a few seconds later, he was not too surprised to hear the man speak a very familiar sentence in a deep, mature voice that only grown men can have. spell -

An unprecedentedly powerful black light shot out from the hawthorn wood wand in his hand. The black light hit the gravel ground around the basilisk, and huge dark plants rose from the ground. Of course, this kind of plant created by life magic is also Draco is familiar with it, in fact, he even showed it to everyone in the dueling club and experienced the torture that can only be caused by a handful of dark magic elemental residues in his body for it-

At that time, he decided not to use this dangerous magic until the critical moment.

But the person in front of him not only used it majestically, but also the dark plant he summoned was dozens of times thicker and taller than the one Draco summoned——

In front of this plant that can completely entangle the basilisk, restrict its movement, and even possibly strangle it directly, Draco felt that the plant he summoned was probably a newly sprouted vine...

Draco pursed his lips tightly.

He had seen the man break in, rescue the black-haired Slytherin from under the snake's teeth, and finish off the basilisk in less than five minutes.

This man had the body he wanted, with hair the color only Malfoy could have, dressed in clothes he could admire, and held the same hawthorn he bought from the same wand shop that claimed to be the same wand, with his best spells...

So far, who is this person, the answer is almost ready to come out.

Draco stood by the bombed-out door, watching the man who solved everything carried the unconscious black-haired Slytherin on his shoulders, he turned around, and thought with steady steps. Follow him, then stop in front of him.

Draco raised his head, glanced at the jaw that was habitually raised with a slightly proud arc, and finally met his silver-gray pupils that were exactly the same as his.

A few seconds of deathly silence.

After a long time, Draco heard this person standing in front of him, whose facial features and outlines made him feel very familiar, but who was more than ten times mature, said in a protracted, emphatic and lazy voice: "I don't want to mock you, but, Have you seen enough?"

"..."

Draco had never found the way he spoke so annoying.

His pupils narrowed slightly, watching the person who was two or three heads taller than him bent slightly, looking down at him with those same eyes as his.

There was another silent stare.

Draco thought it really shouldn't be too strange to stare at each other with exactly the same arrogance and disdain.

He moved his lips, this time he wanted to say something to get back, but before he had time to make a sound, he heard the other party suddenly make a "tsk" sound——

"If I were you, I would choose to give up hairspray early on, because it hurts your hair if you use too much, do you know that doing so will cost you 10 minutes more every morning to clean yourself up? "