[HP] Noble

Scorpius raised an eyebrow, poked Draco's arm once, raised a smirk and said, "Are you proposing to me? Huh? Master Draco—"

"No," Draco sneered at the seemingly contemptuous answer, "Why does Merlin know that I marry a pot of gills?"

"Oh, Draco, you bastard." Scorpius said, looking at Draco sincerely, infinitely sweet.

"Thank you for the compliment." The platinum noble showed a standard Malfoy smirk.

In the midair of the Quidditch arena, the veela danced faster and faster, a red figure flashed in front of them, Scorpius turned his head and stared dumbfoundedly at Ron Weasley rushing to the front window, a The foot went straight up to the edge of the window in a way that nearly broke his leg, and then he made a diving position from the diving board and stayed there motionless.

What's even more frightening is that no one seems prepared to stop him—everyone's infatuated.

Draco was conscious - but he seemed more likely than anyone else to want Weasley to jump straight away.

Scorpius curled his lips, stood up the moment the veela stopped dancing, and dragged Weasley from the window—

"Weasley? Hey! You're crazy, I mean, are you sure you want to jump - it's over 100 meters high!"

The influence of the veela disappeared, and Ron Weasley regained consciousness almost immediately. As soon as he turned his head, before he had time to say thank you to the person who held him, he wished that he would simply stop breathing and die the next second never mind.

He saw Scorpius Great raising his head slightly, looking at him in disbelief.

Ron felt all the blood rushing from the soles of his feet to his head, and then he was about to spray it directly from his nose, ears or simply his mouth!The gymnasium is full of angry roars, people are not satisfied with the departure of the veela, and some people around are tearing up the Irish mascot logo they are wearing, and they are yelling for the veela to come back and have another dance- —

But that doesn't matter anymore.Ron thought desperately, it's really not important, just like this, let Merlin take me away like this——

I did such a stupid thing in front of him because of these ridiculous magical animals - Merlin's socks!

"I thought you'd at least say 'thank you' to him or something, Weasley." Draco's harsh voice came from afar.

Ron blinked blankly, and when he came back to his senses, the little Slytherin who had been standing beside him had returned to his own place—the nasty, vile, pale as a ghost, Draco Malfoy's side.Ron opened his mouth feebly, then closed it in frustration, and if he had a mirror, he wouldn't be surprised to find that he now looked like a stupid goldfish.

Sirius pulled him back sympathetically, and pushed him back onto the chair next to Harry, who was grinning sympathetically at the moment: "Dude, are you in trouble?"

Hermione beeped loudly to show her disdain.

"Oh, stop teasing Ron, he looks too embarrassed to dig a hole to bury himself, Harry." Sirius looked at his godson fondly - but it was of no use, because George and Fred wasn't going to let their youngest brother go, George was busy imitating Ron's diving pose, and Fred was laughing like hell, and they both kept emphasizing "At least he talked to you!— "That little Slytherin is calmer than you!" "He saved your life! Little Luo Luo, maybe you would like to make a promise?—"

While Ron blushed and yelled at his brothers, the Irish team mascots began to perform.

Huge shamrocks are so shiny that they whirl around the arena like most people do on their straw hats - best of all, as the shamrocks spin, tons of shiny stuff crackle and fly in all directions shot away, the people in the front row drew their wands vigilantly, but then they were pleasantly surprised to find that it was nothing threatening—

That was countless Galleons.

The stadium is now more lively than it was at the Veela stand. What is the order in the venue? ... That thing no longer exists. On the ordinary seats under the special seats, everyone is in a mess. People are scrambling, go under the stool to find the fallen Gallon, and jump on the stool to open up. Opening to catch, some men took off their hats and lifted them to their heads, jumping and catching them before Garen landed.

"Disaster." Lucius Malfoy sat there motionless leaning on his snake-headed staff, evaluating calmly.

Scorpius looked around curiously, and found that everyone in the special seat was silent and very calm—is this the highest state of treating money as dung? ... Pretending to be curious, he picked up a Galleon and looked at it—since no one moved, he didn't have the nerve to move.

Scorpius Great is definitely not the only one who is puzzled.

Ron Weasley tugged at his father's sleeve and growled in a low voice with the corner of his mouth: "Dad, there are so many Galleons."

Arthur Weasley replied with the corner of his mouth motionlessly: "I see it, son."

"We don't have a single Galleon in Gringotts - why not?" Ron asked in a low voice.

Arthur Weasley sneered, and said in a tone that almost suffocated internal injuries: "Didn't you see that Lucius Malfoy didn't move? There must be something wrong with it that he didn't act—don't say that the Malfoy family has money and he Disdain these things, he himself is a walking Dajin Gallon!"

"...Because the Galleons of the Irish Leprechauns are all fake, Ron!" Hermione's slightly superior voice came from the back row, and her shaggy brown hair moved forward. He said in a low voice annoyed, "Just read a few more books about magical animals to know this-oh, they take a good two hours to disappear, and before that, no one but goblins can tell them apart from them." What's the difference between the real Galleon - I think the mascot's performance itself was a disaster!"

"I agree." Ron nodded sympathetically, "Malfoy might make fun of me for a whole semester for that diving position."

"Oh come on Ron! That's not what you care about!" Hermione rolled her eyes and shrank her head back.

After the messy looting, the game officially started.

"--he's really not that good-looking, that Krum." Scorpius put down the binoculars and commented pertinently. He narrowed his eyes slightly and found that the effect of seeing without binoculars was actually better--they were in the first-class seats, Whether it is lighting, angle or height, everyone can see very clearly. The goal of the Irish team is even less than ten meters ahead of them.

"Shut up kid!—you're not here for the Wizard's Charming Smile Pageant!—Merlin, it's Troy! How could he do that on a broomstick?!" Draco said quickly, and now, he He almost pressed his own binoculars into his eyes, and he was fascinated by the analysis of every tactic and the name of the players' actions on the binoculars.

Scorpius grabbed Radrako's arm unwillingly: "Here, I think it's better without a telescope—"

"—Stop harassing!" Draco slammed down the binoculars and yelled at him angrily: "Watch the game! Or I'll throw you out of here!"

"Very good, you won." Scorpius smiled at him, and then turned his head to focus on the game. After 1 minute, he saw a round thing pass through the gate above his head, and the referee's roar resounded The entire stadium - "10:0! The Irish team leads!"

"—Damn it! When did it happen? Isn't the ball in Moran's hands!" Draco shouted angrily from his seat, honestly, he had no image at all.

But that's okay because everyone is yelling.

Even the nobles are completely infected by the lively atmosphere on the field. Compared with children, adults are calmer, but they also stare intently at every movement of the manufacturer, following the movement of the Quaffle. Stretch out or relax, most of the grown-ups who were there smiled in satisfaction as Ireland scored.

"Grown people have the right to gamble too - as far as I know, my stepfather somewhere bet thousands of galleons on Ireland to win, and of course it was done completely without the knowledge of my mother, who I hate gambling." Zabini whispered in Scorpius' ear.

"Don't be too hard on Blaise." After a goal, Draco regained his sanity a little, and now he finally has time to turn his head and talk to his friend, "It's like my dad isn't—if I Mom knows that my father has made some strange investments in the game, maybe he will screw his head off." As he spoke, he lowered his head and adjusted the panoramic binoculars in his hand to the normal speed, and opened the whole scene by the way. The function of recording the whole process-in this way, he can only care about the parts he likes during the game, and after the game is over, he can use the recording function of the telescope to recall other places he missed in the normal game.

Ten Galleons should have such a value, Draco thought with satisfaction.

However, he quickly refocused on the game—everyone could see that the Bulgarian team's Seeker Krum seemed to have discovered something. He rode the current top-level Firebolt and dived rapidly And down—at this tense moment, the ten-thousand-person gymnasium became completely silent at this moment from the previous noise, as if a great wizard had cast a silencing spell on the entire crowd—

Lin Qi, the Seeker of the Irish team, followed nervously. At the moment when it was close to the ground, Krum pulled it up suddenly, and the Firebolt quickly turned a corner and went up again——

"Merlin's sock! He fell off!—" Draco scrambled onto the stool angrily, "Fake! Longis feint—despicable! Shameless!"

Scorpius leaned back happily beside him, only thinking that watching Draco was more exciting than watching the game - before the people behind protested, he stretched out his hand and pulled Draco off the stool: "Pay attention to the quality of watching the game .” He reminded.

The match went on for about three hours—it ended about 10 minutes into a dispute between the mascots—and it was a hell of a lot of fun, with the Bulgarian veela and the Irish dwarf almost getting into a fight. (“I will never allow a veela to compete as a mascot again!” Ludo Bagman angrily told a reporter for the Daily Prophet.)

Not long after the third hour started, the game was over.

As Draco said, Krum really caught the Snitch. With the Irish team leading 170:10, the Bulgarian Seeker caught the Snitch. The game ended 170:160 , the Irish team triumphed - even if the Bulgarian Seekers found the Snitch.

This unusual final gave the fans of both sides an unusual - but satisfying answer for everyone.This made everyone celebrate happily, and when Scorpius followed the adults back to camp, it was even more lively than before the day's game, with people parading in groups and laughing loudly.

"—Okay, go to sleep. Nobody bother me, I'm sleepy."

After taking a shower (Scorpius couldn't figure out where the shower was in the tent), Draco yawned gracefully and lifted his soft covers, and said lazily.

Tonight, the children were all sleeping in the same room. Zabini, Gore, and Crabbe were still discussing why Lin Qi lost the Snitch in the end. Zabini insisted that it was the deviation of the Firebolt's vertical ascent and descent angles, while Gao Er insisted that Lin Qi's technology itself was not as good as Krum, and after hearing what Draco said, they temporarily shifted their attention to him.

"Hey Draco! You won my allowance all summer!" Goyle said angrily, and Crabbe nodded in agreement.

"—the Malfoy family once demonstrated their prophecy ability more than 100 years ago." Draco looked terribly smug, "How about treating the two of you to the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley before school starts?"

When Goyle and Crabbe threatened to take back the full forty Galleons, Zabini crawled up to Scorpius who was thrashing on his bed, bumped him with the shoulder, pointed to his face with a smile and sweetly Reminder: "My earned goodnight kiss, sweet boy."

Before Scorpius could move, Draco scuttled nimbly out of nowhere and stuffed Zabini back on his bed with a huge soft feather pillow while muttering—

"Excuse me, please let me—this plant is a show, not a body!—Okay boy, wrap yourself tightly with the quilt, so as to prevent fire, thieves and perverts." The platinum nobleman stuffed Scorpius into the quilt, lifted the quilt and lifted him Covering his head together, he naturally completely ignored Zabini's loud protests as he did so.

"Sooner or later I'll make it - just watch, Daddy Draco," Zabini hissed as he sat on his bed twisting the soft quilt.

Draco flashed him a smirk without pressure.

"Nox (Knox)." In the end, Goyle yawned and grabbed his wand from the bed and nodded. The room finally fell into darkness. The boys lay on the bed and talked about the game just now. They fell asleep one after another in a daze - it was still very lively outside, singing, laughing and yelling, but all the people were no longer affected by this, they were too tired.

In the middle of the night, Scorpius felt that he might have only slept for an hour, when he suddenly woke up with a jolt.

A bad feeling filled his heart, and he turned over and sat up uneasily.

"What's going on?" Draco asked dazedly, he had always been a light sleeper, yawned tiredly, and rubbed his eyes.

"Something is wrong." Scorpius rolled his eyes and lowered his voice. He listened carefully, his brows gradually tightened, and he was about to say something. Suddenly, the curtain of the tent was thrown open, and Mr. Great bent over walked in quickly—

"Get up, boys, we've got to get out of here quickly, something's going on here - Blaise, your father has left to join the Aurors from the German Ministry of Magic, and he's asking you to come with us -"

Everyone got up from the bed, and the lights in the tent were turned on again——

"What's the matter, Dad?" Scorpius asked warily.

"Death Eater." Mr. Great was not as gentle as he used to be, now he looked very serious, his lips were tightly pursed as if he was very angry that something happened.The boys gasped, Scorpius paused, and he felt Draco freeze beside him.

Moving slightly, Draco asked in a more subtle tone, "If I could know, Mr. Great—where is my father?"

Scorpius turned to stare at him.

Mr. Great sighed, and said very suggestively: "Lucius has already left early to find Severus - don't worry boy, something has taken a subtle turn, and I assure you everything will be fine." Well - now, all we need is to get out safely."