[HP] Noble

Later, no matter how much Zabini and the others asked, Draco resolutely kept silent about the curse, and Scorpius felt that he even looked a little regretful for revealing it.The hot summer is drawing to a close, but the girls in the castle have reached their peak of learning enthusiasm—the attendance rate of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms is unprecedentedly high. At the beginning, Professor Flitwick was a little flattered, but Two weeks later when he was screaming and trying to throw some fifth grade girls out of the fourth grade classroom, he realized it was definitely not fun.

"Oh, Professor Flitwick, we're just trying to consolidate previous knowledge for the upcoming OWLs!" one of the Gryffindor girls insisted on grinning as she was pushed out of the classroom by the legs of a moving table Turn back and insist.

"—No! I'm not stupid! Girl! You're just here to see my teaching assistant!" Professor Flitwick swung his wand violently, and the door of the Charms room slammed shut roughly in front of her nose.The short body of the Charms professor jumped onto the podium again, walked back and forth, and finally took a deep breath when the class bell rang, and turned to the boy in white who stood silently on the other side of the podium and bowed: " Well, honorable sir, let's begin the lesson!"

Whenever the content in the classroom has the same overlapping effect as the Taoism mastered by Wen Xin, the professors are willing to invite Wen Xin to go for a while.Even Professor Sprout would drag Wenxin into the greenhouse to ask the difference between Barber tuber and Darjeeling dragon's claw in the effect of removing acne. Usually in such a class, herbal medicine The girls at the college would enjoy themselves for a while as if they were taking advantage of it.

Seeing Wen Xin pull out a piece of golden talisman paper, his mouth trembled muttering, and then threw the yellow paper on the ground to cover the oak seeds that were originally placed in front of him. Lavender, who was sitting in the front row, exclaimed. I saw that the oak seeds gradually pulled out bright yellow shoots, and grew a solid root structure.

"What's all the fuss about?" Ron smacked his lips disdainfully. "The Growth Curse can do it too—oh, to be honest, my mother can do it too." He looked rather smug after he finished speaking.

Harry chuckled, "Ron, you sound like Malfoy."

Ron put away his smug expression, looking disgusted by Harry.Hermione withdrew her stretched neck, glanced haughtily at Ron out of the corner of her eye, and said haughtily, "Oh come on Ron, you're just jealous of the professor—I can see, you've been muttering for the past two days About him laughing at Gretel."

Harry cleared his throat, suppressed a smile, and said, "I'd rather believe he was laughing at that bitch Parkinson."

"That's rude, Harry, Parkinson is barely a pretty girl," retorted Hermione sternly.

"But she's a Slytherin." Ron smugly embraced Harry, looking like a good brother, Hermione rolled her eyes hard, muttered words like "boys" angrily and turned her head away , and at this time, Professor Flitwick has officially entered into the explanation of the Growth Curse, and he is asking who is trying to get someone to come back. What is the difference between the Growth Curse and the spell his assistant teacher used just now, Hermione's eyes lit up excitedly He jumped up and raised his hand, fingertips pointing straight at the roof.

Wen Xin, who was standing at the front of the classroom, was startled by the sudden and enthusiastic response. Seeing the fluffy brown-haired girl, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, while Lavender let out a frustrated sigh and told Dee beside him. Ann complained softly: "Know it all! She can't attract men with this!" Dean patted her on the shoulder sympathetically.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Sirius Black performed as well as Wenxin. He was handsome and funny and came from an old noble family, which made him gentlemanly enough—although he was always full of inexplicable feelings when facing Wenxin. Hostility... Oh, and Professor Snape. Of course, there are traces of this. Professor McGonagall once leaked it in his own class. Almost all the students in the school knew about Professor Snape and Black The professor used to be a bitter rival when he was in school.Sirius was in his early thirties when teenage girls were fascinated. They thought he was mature, and his years of humiliating Azkaban had given him great credentials. "They each have their own advantages, and they are all very good." At dinner one day, Pansy Parkinson said solemnly.

"I noticed that Sirius Black was a blood betrayer, Pansy." Draco shot back lazily.

"Anyway, he's still your uncle." Zabini looked at the platinum nobleman with a half-smile, a tinge of pink appeared on the latter's face, and then he lowered his head abruptly, as if he suddenly had an extreme reaction to the mashed potatoes in front of him. With great interest, he hooked his thin lips harshly, and quickly said a few words in a low and inaudible voice.

"What's the matter with your mother?" Scorpius leaned over gossipingly.

Draco backed away sharply, bumping into Pansy, and the brunette let out an exaggerated scream before falling on Zabini laughing.Draco said sharply, "What's the matter with you?"

"You don't need to be so fierce." Scorpius rolled his eyes at him, his eyes wandered, and finally fell on the hand of the blonde girl sitting on his right, and noticed that when everyone was discussing and comparing the two awakened professors , she kept silent and looked at the book in her hand seriously, so she leaned over, "Hey, Astoria, what book are you reading?"

Draco clicked beside Scorpius: "Mind your own business."

The second-year Slytherin gave Draco a quick glance, and flinched back, looking awed.Scorpius turned his head and stared at Draco: You scared her.The latter shrugged unapologetically and put on a fake smirk.

Seeing Draco turn his head to talk to Pansy again and turn the back of his platinum blonde head to them, Astoria smiled cautiously at Scorpius, and showed him the cover of the book in his hand: " The Amazing Hydroacoustic Plants of the Mediterranean and Their Properties".

Scorpius read it out word by word - Prince Slytherin, who was busy laughing at Pansy's "vain woman who only looks at faces", turned his head suddenly when he heard it, his silver-gray eyes stared at On the cover of that heavy book, after watching a fish emerge from the aquatic plants and retract its head in surprise, he suddenly chuckled.

"You're sick, Draco," Scorpius said sympathetically.

"You're just sick—if you're sick, you can find a cure in this book," Draco raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "turn to page 367, and there's a surprise, silly boy."

Astoria buried her head in the pages curiously, and when she turned to the page Draco said, she saw the picture explanation above at first glance. She covered her mouth and let out a small exclamation, and then laughed in a low voice. ——Scorpius stretched his neck to look at it for some unknown reason, and when he saw the plant anatomy diagram of the gills in the upper right corner of the exquisite book, he snatched it angrily and slapped Draco hard on the face.

Draco did not flash, and was patted solidly. He held his nose and the corners of his eyes were red with pain: "Why do you always move your hands and feet like a woman? -Damn, my nose bridge must be broken !"

"It's holding up, I'm still thinking about doing it again," Scorpius said sarcastically, with his hips akimbo.Astoria quickly stuffed the book that was used as a murder weapon into her schoolbag and threw it to her feet, looked at Draco with concern, Pansy saw everything, and finally just frowned and said nothing , in the following time, she has been worried.

It was rare for Draco to be tolerant and didn't cast a curse on Scorpius, but when he walked out of the auditorium, he looked around the little Slytherin in disgust and spit out a sentence in relatively standard Chinese.

"Don't fight for three days, go to the house to uncover the tiles."

Scorpius: "..."

Scorpius' reaction to this was to pounce on him and beat him up again, but Zabini quickly grabbed his collar and pulled it back, reminding with a smile, "Keep being classy, ​​gentlemen."

……

For the first few days of October, all students stopped most classes - except Potions.This is the greatest disaster for Gryffindors. Every grade has to configure the "cleaning potion" over and over again under the supervision of "Slytherin's greasy old bat". After breaking the seventh cauldron, the Slytherins smirked happily as Professor Snape finally had enough to drive him out of the dungeon, telling him to "never come back as long as I'm alive".

Ron stretched his neck enviously at Neville, who was flushed, and sighed, "Neville is lucky, isn't he?" He was still stirring the orange cleaner with his wand, which was the correct color. ——Even the viscosity is very qualified, because this is at least the fifth time he has configured it.

Harry smirked at the cauldron in front of him: "I want to know when that greasy bat will die."

Hermione forcefully set a new cauldron stand on fire, scolding: "Harry!"

Harry raised his hand, raised his eyebrows and said teasingly, "Well, Hermione, you know I'm just joking." Ron took it seriously, and when Professor Snape deducted five points from Gryffindor for a strange reason, He began to happily fantasize about whether it would be better for the giant squid to eat Snape, or for him to be stuffed into the Forbidden Forest and let the horsemen trample him to death.

After making the potion, the whole staff began to clean up Hogwarts, headed by Professor Hagrid.

"We've got to bring all that's dusty back into the bright world, boys - with our hands, ourselves!" the Care of Magical Creatures professor announced loudly and cheerfully.

"Is it the end of the world? Or did I not get up at all today?!——he's quite literary." At the end of the line, Draco taunted in horror.

"Like Christmas came early," Scorpius said with a headache.

"Oh, there's no such thing as Christmas." Pansy rolled up the sleeves of her school uniform resentfully. "My God, the water is so cold!—I really don't understand why we can't use wands!"

"Because magic can damage some ancient portraits and armor." Draco stood aside as if it had nothing to do with him. Now that there was an iron bucket in front of each of them, he pouted and kicked the ugly Bucket stomped his feet and announced dryly, "It makes us look like Muggles - or house-elves! I'm not doing it! Thanks."

A tall black figure appeared behind them, and Sirius Black got out from the corner at some point, hissing and warning: "—be honest and work hard, stupid boy! Otherwise I'll be like Professor Moody, Turn you into a ferret!"

The Gryffindor children roared with laughter in response to the occasion, and the laughter filled the already lively corridor, and many people standing in the distance poked their heads in this direction for no apparent reason.But very unexpectedly, Draco didn't look angry at all, he glanced at Sirius arrogantly with his silver-gray eyes, dragged out the end, and said with a very annoying emphasis on purpose: "Oh, my God, He scares me. For Merlin's sake, say something, Mr. Gills."

In an instant, Sirius' face changed, from a complacent look to any other look——

Standing behind the crowd, Scorpius lowered his face, slapped Draco's hand pulling his robe away, and said lightly, "I have nothing to say to him."

Sirius froze, showing a hurt expression, like a big dog that has been wronged.

Draco turned his face away and smirked hypocritically at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching assistant: "This expression kind of suits you, Professor." After speaking, he waved his wand and tapped his bucket of water. The bucket shook and finally hung In mid-air, he nodded with some satisfaction, Prince Slytherin looked around twice, and finally swaggered away from the road that people gave way without looking back.

"...Don't be depressed, Sirius....He didn't cast a spell on you anyway." Harry squeezed his way out of the crowd, worked his way up to his godfather and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "You didn't Seeing Professor Moody burns the whole hair off—that's a little rough, really, isn't it?"

It's a pity that this didn't seem to comfort Sirius at all, but made him even more depressed.

Each college was divided and assigned detailed tasks, and the tedious cleaning work began—Hogwarts has a history of thousands of years, and every corner bears traces of history, which must be treated carefully with hands and rags .And this time, even the corners that have been forgotten for hundreds of years have been taken care of. Dumbledore announced at breakfast that for the sake of the distinguished guests from afar and the upcoming grand scene, every corner of the castle must be clean. of--

That meant more portraits and countless armor pieces, stone carvings, and even chandeliers.

For those tall and terrifying chandeliers, Professor Sprout even moved out most of the mild vines in the greenhouse, and with the help of Professor Flitwick and Wen Xin, let them climb all over the walls overnight, so that Each child was able to ride up to the castle ceiling on a sturdy vine, and their respective buckets were placed on another vine beside them while they were at work.

"I just realized now that I'm a little afraid of heights." Draco mocked sharply, and now he was sitting on a seat made of vines in the shape of white bells, and following his command, the vines Slowly move him to where he needs to be.The Slytherin prince didn't look very pleased with this, and, fumbling his pale fingers into the bucket by his sleeve, he scrubbed a handkerchief awkwardly - he refused to use the rags given out by the professors because he thought the stains on them were too filthy. Terrible—and annoyingly, when Draco picked up the cleanser-stained white handkerchief and tried to wipe the face of a woman in the portrait, the woman dodged in disgust, unwilling to let He scrubs—

"What's your dissatisfaction?!" Draco violently threw the handkerchief into the bucket, splashing dirty water on Scorpius not far from him—but he didn't notice this, because Prince Slytherin Busy yelling at the portrait, "I condescend to wipe your face! Why do you avoid it?!"

Scorpius finally laughed out loud, out of breath with joy.

"Oh, don't shout, I know you!" The lady in the painting looked very arrogant despite being dirty, "Look at your hair and your eyes, you are a child of the Malfoy family."

"Yeah, I am," Draco said angrily, "can you hold still now and let me wipe the centuries-old dust off your face?"

"No, I'm fine like this." The woman nostrils at Draco feeling good, "Is the Malfoy family so poor that they use their job as a cleaner to pay for their tuition?—"

"..."

In the end Scorpius and Zabini had a hard time keeping Draco from dumping the whole bucket of water onto the portrait.

When the bright and spotless portraits restored to color complained about stroking their sore but pink faces, the children's cleaning work finally shifted to the armor.The spider web inside made Ron Weasley almost collapse, and the most terrifying thing is that some armors will complain-"Don't leak water there, I will get rusty!", and those who can't speak will even run away The scene of a armor running in front and a group of students chasing behind is performed two or three times a day.

The castle is very lively every day. At the end of the day, the children are exhausted. The auditorium for dinner is always very quiet. Everyone hurriedly stuffs food into their mouths, thinking of rushing back to the dormitory to wash up and lie down. soft bed.

Finally, on the penultimate day of October, the students found a large sign erected at the foot of the marble stairs. Zabini read the words on the sign over the crowded crowd to others: Triwizard Contest game

Representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 10 o'clock in the evening on Friday, October 30th, and all preparations will be completed by half an hour in the afternoon—

"They're finally coming." Draco snorted exhaustedly, blinking weakly, "Merlin knows, I'm almost exhausted."