[HP] Noble

Soon, the real night fell.Compared with the daytime, the outside of the tent became more lively. Countless small vendors appeared from nowhere. They pushed carts and yelled to sell all kinds of mascots, such as fresh The straw hats of grass plants, the plants on them are enchanted, they spin rapidly in the dark and bring up silver-green light spots like fireflies, or they will scream "Long live the Irish team" rumm come on" or something silly like that, Draco bought one for a few nants, he laughed so nasty and said it was a gift for Pansy because the silly girl loves to Rumm is madly in love.

"I bet he bought it for himself."

After Master Malfoy put the red nose in his pocket and swaggered away, Zabini whispered on Scorpius' shoulder. Scorpius laughed, thinking that what Zabini said was very possible.Bypassing the loud crowd and countless small carts, they walked into the woods along the lantern-lit avenue.They stopped at the entrance of the woods, and there was a long line ahead.

"Why can't we go through the staff entrance? We have to line up here!" Seeing the crowded scene ahead, Draco curled his lips and said willfully, kicking a small stone under his feet impatiently.Lucius turned around and explained to him with a more gentle expression: "Because the entrance is very far from the special seats, son, and there are sometimes house elves who are arranged to enter the arena early—I remember Barty Crouch is That's how it was done." At the mention of the name, Lucius showed dislike, and his lips were pressed together tightly.

"Oh, I don't go the same way as house-elves." Draco frowned slightly, resisting.

"Then honestly line up here." Lucius ignored him after finishing speaking, and turned to continue the conversation with Scorpius' father that had just been interrupted.At this time, the team finally moved a bit, and Draco and the others moved to a small vendor.

"Panoramic binoculars!" The small vendor enthusiastically introduced his products, "You can replay the picture and replay it in slow motion-help you learn the skills of international players, with 470 five latest action names and analysis , and the live broadcast of the game will automatically appear—one for ten Galleons, let's make a deal, young masters!"

The boys were a little bit moved - in fact, the peddler was really the best businessman in the whole place, surrounded by a large group of children from different countries, and a few younger ones were pulling their own The corner of my father's robe means that if I don't buy it, I will resolutely not move it even half a step.Draco patted his pocket and found that there were only a few Sickles left in it, and lowered his voice and complained: "Hey, who suggested gambling? It's really bloody - all my pocket money is used for that gone."

"You can just see with your eyes, Draco," Bryce said with a smile.

"No," Draco pursed his lips, and said firmly, displeased, "I must have that."

Zabini shuddered and said uncontrollably: "Merlin, Your Highness, don't be so naive, okay? What's the use of you acting like a baby at me." Draco's answer was to kick his calf viciously, Zabini flashed to the right and jumped out of the discharge, protesting loudly: "Don't do this! Master Malfoy! When did you learn Scorpius's tricks!"

"I don't kick people casually," Scorpius hissed.

"—Boys, I think you should have more of the attitude that nobles should have."

A calm and elegant tone came from behind the noisy children. Lucius Malfoy ended the conversation of the adults at some point. At this moment, he raised an eyebrow and looked down at the boys.The other fathers of the same father stood not far away and looked at this side with smiles. Obviously, they did not have as high demands on their sons as Lucius, but they were not concerned about being bound by the occasional standard of conduct with their sons. Do not resist.

Draco was the first to react. He quickly left the battlefield, straightened his hair, and put on an arrogant look again: "It's Blaise, father, he said I was childish."

"I think Mr. Zabini's got it right--" Lucius hissed, and he gave the now-separated boys a deadpan glance, finally softening his expression a little, "So now, may I know what you are arguing about?"

"Oh, that—" Draco pointed casually.

Lucius looked along his fingers, just in time to see the children of the Weasley family surrounded in front of the booth with drool-worthy looks on their faces, and he raised his eyebrows in a little surprise.

"Oh—it's not that, who's worried about the mole." Draco said angrily, pulling back his hand. "It's the telescope, the telescope."

"I thought your mother at least secretly gave you fifty Galleons pocket money before going out."

Scorpius coughed a few times, Draco stepped on him quickly, and Zabini, Goyle, and Crabbe huddled together and laughed non-stop.

Extremely accurate to single digits.Prince Slytherin gave his father a standard smirk guiltyly: "I think that money can be used for bigger investments, father."

Lucius looked at his son until the latter began to smirk unnaturally, and then he said, drawn out and emphatically, "Since you insist—I'll pay you the money." When Laco slightly widened his silver-gray eyes in surprise, he paused, and finally said, "But I won't queue up for you, you have to go by yourself."

If there is such a telescope, it is absolutely nothing. "Of course, father." Having got what he wanted, Draco looked very satisfied now, and even bowed slightly to his father--Master Draco Malfoy was first-rate in terms of acting like a baby.Scorpius looked on and clicked his tongue, feeling ashamed, and finally, Mr. Malfoy gave enough Galleons for each of the boys to have one.

But when the things were bought back, they still had ten left in their hands.

"—that Sirius Black is going to be bought for Scorpius." Draco murmured and explained as he handed the rest of Gallon back to his father, "That's terrible, as if Scorpius refused him Or do anything else, and he'll cry on the spot."

Standing aside, Scorpius looked at the panoramic binoculars in his hand with great interest, fiddled with every button on it that could make him toss, as if he didn't hear Draco's complaints, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

"—Oh, thank you for the reminder, Draco... I almost forgot this!" Mr. Gretel pulled out his wand, nodded his palm, and a huge white box appeared in his palm.

The telescope in Scorpius' hands fell to the ground.

"Daddy—!" he screamed in shame.

Lucius Malfoy even took a big step back unceremoniously, with a complex light of disapproval shining in his eyes: "Well, Kyle Grace, I think you can tell me what this terrible thing is What--"

Draco grinned gloatingly, "Gee, Dad, I know this - amazing gift, a present for Black - I tied the bow on it, obviously it's not as good as the original one, Mal There isn't that in the Fort Manor—what's the matter, paper?"

"Web." Mr. Gretel and Draco winked happily. "That's not bad, boy." Ugly bows - those napkin cloths, crudely tied long enough to tie bows with poor quality adhesive spells, looked disgusting as hell, obviously Draco's work too.

"You can do better, my son." Lucius raised his eyebrows gracefully and commented noncommittally.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Dad," Draco said insincerely, the smile on his lips becoming more pronounced.

The procession was still going, and Scorpius was so nervous that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't imagine—if only they wanted to, his dad, Draco—this group of people!It can be naive and quite scary!

"It's really embarrassing, Dad, put it away—everybody's looking at you!" he said through gnashing of teeth at the corners of his mouth.

Mr. Great shrugged nonchalantly. "When I gave him to Black, I even hoped for a few more flashes—Lucius, if you'd find me some Witcher Gossip reporters."

Lucius' silver-gray eyes flashed maliciously, and he nodded and promised: "They will be waiting for you in the first-class seat, Kyle Grace."

Seeing "I'm looking forward to it" written on the faces of everyone around him, Scorpius remained silent. Now, he only hopes that Black can get the first-class seat without such a hard way.

As it turned out, he was wrong again.

Apparently, there's a couple of people in the British sports department vying to do everything for new hero Sirius Black and his rich galleons - but those people obviously didn't bring their brains, or they wouldn't He picked the seat next to Malfoy's for Black from among the many first-class seats.

When the terrible shoebox was really handed over to the well-dressed Sirius Black in full view, Scorpius thought it was the beginning of a nightmare...

Arthur Weasley - It's hard to imagine such a dynamic father to seven children.When Sirius took the shoebox in frustration and looked at Scorpius patronizingly, he jumped up and rushed to Mr. Malfoy who was nearest to him, and Mr. Malfoy dodged him nimbly. A physical attack, and the next second, the gorgeous snake-headed wand pointed straight at Arthur Weasley.

Except for the excited flashing lights around, everything is freezing point bad.

Scorpius snatched the shoebox from Sirius' hand and threw it out the window of the waiting seat ("You'll hit people, boy," Zabini reminded gently).He turned around and looked at his dad: "Look at what you've done!"

Kyle Grace Great throws up her hands innocently: 'I can't let my son be bullied'

"I didn't bully him!" Sirius yelled at Mr. Great impulsively with red eyes. Harry Potter dragged him desperately from behind with an embarrassed face, and Ron Weasley also helped, Grabbing his dad to keep him from doing something more outrageous, the pounce really scared all the red-haired kids.

Scorpius took a deep breath, nodded and said slowly: "He didn't bully me."

Sirius fell silent, and turned his head to look at the little Slytherin with some surprise—in fact, everyone was looking at him, including countless shots of weekly magazines, newspapers, and the like—

"If I don't want to, no one can bully me."

Scorpius said in a hurry.

After he finished speaking, he found his seat on his own, sat down on his buttocks, and then didn't say another word.He speaks English, and the accent might be a bit awkward, but that's okay, there are foreigners everywhere - as long as everyone can understand, it's not a problem.

Sitting down alone rubbing shoulders beside him, Scorpius raised his eyelids and looked at him, a touch of pale gold jumped into his eyes, who else could there be except Master Malfoy?

Now, the platinum aristocrat looks almost refreshed.

"—Well done, I guess that stupid dog should cover his face and find a place to cry now." He said with the most sincere smile on his face, very satisfied.

"Oh," Scorpius said earnestly, frowning slightly, "no, I didn't think that."

"At least that sentence sounded pretty lethal, great." Draco patted him on the back approvingly, and said cheerfully, "Potter must hate you by now."

Scorpius stared at him in disbelief: "... What good is it that he hates me so much that you are so happy?"

Draco turned his face away, showed a hypocritical smirk at the surprised boy, and said contentedly, "I don't know, but I'm just happy."

"...Fine, you bastard," Scorpius said dryly, before twisting his face away in pain.

……

Before the game was about to start, Sirius Black finally returned to his seat, and Harry sat next to him and kept talking to him in a low voice-perhaps trying to amuse him, when Ludo Bagman When he rushed into the box and used a "Sonorus (loud voice)" on himself and started to introduce the mascot of the Bulgarian team, he didn't know what Harry said, and Sirius finally had some smiles.

Scorpius caught a glimpse of this from the corner of his eye, and he struggled in the dark for a moment, and the next moment, he deeply began to doubt whether there was something wrong with him.

The mascot of the Bulgarian team is Veela.

A hundred or so unbelievably beautiful girls floated toward the center of the field, their skin as white as moonlight, and their platinum-blond hair blowing back even in the absence of wind—my God, platinum-blond hair!

Scorpius turned sharply to stare at Draco.

The latter was squinting his silver-gray eyes, staring at those beautiful girls fascinatedly, completely unaware that Scorpius was staring at him, until the latter poked his waist unbearably.

"What!" As if suddenly awakened in a sweet dream, Draco came back to his senses after a sudden start, his eyes shrank slightly because of the shock, and he hissed angrily at Scorpius, "—— Damn! You startled me!"

"You're drooling!" Scorpius scolded.

"I'm not drooling! That's Veela—who wouldn't—" Draco pointed vigorously at Goyle and Crabbe behind him—poor two tall, muscular boys, drooling The pocket dripped on the neckline, and Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that there was something wrong with the eyes of the people around him.

"Oh, why didn't I think of this?—Circle Light Charm." Scorpius clapped his hands, picked out a piece of yellow paper from the dragon leather pocket behind him, folded it and stuffed it into Draco's chest pocket, and then slapped it hard, "here! Is it better?"

Draco looked at him suspiciously, and finally hesitantly shifted his gaze back to the group of dancing women in the arena. After watching for a while, he stood up with a look of surprise on his face, "They don't seem to be as good as before. So pretty."

Scorpius snorted a little smugly, then suddenly thought of something, looked at Draco suspiciously, and said slowly with some hesitation: "...you know, you seem to have something in common with them at."

Draco's face froze, and he said dryly, "Are you implying that my Malfoy family has Veela blood?"

yes.Scorpius smiled apologetically: "No, how could it be."

Draco snorted, stinking at that beautiful and mysterious face unhappily, and muttered: "Anyway, you're not alone anymore."

Scorpius laughed dryly, but still couldn't help but ask cautiously, "Is there really?"

"No, yes!" Draco glared at Scorpius, "The Malfoy family has never had Veela blood! Not a single drop! Our family has not even shown the blood of magical creatures for more than a hundred years!"

"...Magic creatures? Like hippogriffs?"

"That's a magical animal, not a magical creature! You idiot!" Draco growled unbearably, and now, he and Scorpius were almost the only two in the entire Quidditch audience who didn't pay attention. It's the Veela's person.

"You mean, the Malfoy family used to have the blood of magical creatures?" Scorpius narrowed his black eyes slightly. One of his specialties is that he is good at grasping the details and chasing after them.

Draco choked, glaring silently at the encyclopedia-like discovery boy.

After a long time, a word was squeezed out between teeth: "Yes."

"What's that?" Scorpius asked curiously.

"That's a family secret." Draco replied lightly, and then he looked away and returned to the field to watch the group of veela dance. Now they don't affect him so much, and he can watch those expressions well.

Scorpius curled his lips, and finally calmed down and continued watching the show.

After a while, he heard Draco talking to himself as if by his side: "No one can know this secret, except..." The voice became very quiet, Scorpius moved closer, and asked very gossip: "What happened?"

Draco turned his face away and gave him a smirk, and said nastyly, "Unless you change your surname to Malfoy."