[HP] Noble

At lunch, the position on the Slytherin table remained unchanged.

Low temperature persists.

In the afternoon, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Moody disappeared. Under the high enthusiasm of Professor Black, Draco and Harry had a hard fight—with wands, of course.Except for the three unforgivable spells, Draco used almost all the tricks he could think of on Harry's head, which surprised most of the other students-in the end, even if they saw the tip of Draco's wand They also seemed less surprised to cast a spell that was only learned in seventh grade.And Harry was not to be outdone, each disarming spell was monotonous but extremely sharp. In the end, except for Draco, none of the onlookers could hold his wand securely, Draco's own blue velvet There was a huge tear in the robes, where he'd caught it while dodging one of Harry's growth charms.

"Take care of your own business, Malfoy! That has nothing to do with me - Relashio." Angrily, Harry threw another spell at him, dodging Draco behind the podium There was a dangerous red light coming from over there.

"None of your business, Potter," Draco replied lazily, waving his wand, "—Reducto!"

The yellow light hit the podium Harry was using to cover, and the podium exploded in all directions—

"Hey, this is a bit too much!" Sirius warned angrily while dodging an oncoming blackboard eraser, "Pay attention to your morals, boys, it's a public facility, if you destroy it, I'll deduct points for you! "

"No 'men', Sirius!" Harry said angrily, "Only that madman across the way, and he's going to cast the Killing Curse on me!"

"Aha, I know, Harry, you have to deal with this yourself." The Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant huddled behind the desk in the back of the classroom, sticking out his head and yelling out of fear of chaos, "Who told you to steal a Slytherin?" Lover! Just look at the big greasy bat back then and you will know how terrible it is-Harry, you are as good as your father in this respect! As long as you swing the hoe well, there is no corner that cannot be dug!"

Draco's spell hit the ceiling, and a crystal chandelier fell and smashed into powder.

"My God, that's a bit old!" Sirius stared wide-eyed, "Antique lamp!"

"Then don't piss him off, Professor!" Pansy couldn't bear it anymore and moved to Sirius's side. "I still want to live until the end of get out of class! - Let them stop the duel! - Now!"

At this time, in front of the empty classroom, Harry finally couldn't bear to use a "slashing curse". Mantras are forbidden to be used on classmates.Draco took a step back and wanted to get out of the way, his waist hit the corner of the table in the second row firmly, he frowned slightly in pain, and at the moment when the edge of the slashing curse brushed his cheek and flew past Hesitantly, he leaned back and ruthlessly threw himself into the pile of tables, avoiding the spell.

Rumbling--

The neatly arranged desks in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom fell into a mess, and some of them even fell directly on Draco's body.

As the first person to react, Pansy shrieked and pushed Sirius away and rushed forward.

Harry looked taken aback too. He stopped attacking and stood where he was, seemingly hesitating whether to step up and take a look.

"Please, please, please!" Sirius pushed aside the students who surrounded the messy desks, trying to drag Draco up, but Slytherin pushed him away with a pale face, and walked out two steps -

"Merlin! Draco—your hands are bleeding!" Pansy screamed in horror, covering her face, her eye circles began to turn red rapidly, she turned her head and glared at Harry viciously, "Potter! Look what you have done !how dare you--"

"That's really against the rules, okay, stop staring at me, Miss Parkinson, can't you deduct five points from Gryffindor?" Sirius said weakly, "Now let me send Mr. Malfoy to the medical wing .”

"...don't go."

Master Malfoy, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. His silver-gray eyes glanced at the people around him indifferently, and then said slowly, "I'm fine."

"Those sawdust probably got into your arm, at least you look like a hedgehog now." Sirius was rarely very patient.

"I can handle it." Draco frowned slightly, "Is get out of class over?"

"...get out of class is over - but damn your blood is running in rivers - your bloody greasy godfather is going to blow up my office for this!" Sirius yelled.

But Draco ignored him. At this moment, the latter turned around and walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom without hesitation. Si was dragged out by Zabini because she was about to give Harry a few slaps in anger.

Draco was holding his schoolbag with his left hand, his right hand was hanging down feebly, dripping a few shocking drops of blood every three steps.

"The facts are in front of you, why are you still hesitating?"

Dismissing the other fourth years, and now only Zabini and Pansy are left behind Draco, the Slytherin girl mockingly pushed the light brown boy next to her, "Go and call Scorpius back, whatever What reason do you use?"

"Oh, would you like to call Astoria by the way?" Zabini smirked.

"Your brain was trampled into mud by the troll?" Pansy put her hands on her hips unceremoniously. "Don't do unnecessary things, Blaise, or I'll stuff you into the house elf oven!"

Zabini shrugged and raised his hand in surrender: "Okay, I'll call him—watch out for Draco, Pansy, let him stay in the common room obediently before everything returns to calm, don't let this lunatic Come out and harm the world."

Pansy accompanied Draco back to the Slytherin common room, it was the time when the second class in the afternoon started, there was no one there now, it was quiet, only the fireplace was burning, and the common room seemed warm and Peace of mind - definitely a great place for a conversation.Pansy sat down next to Draco, looked at him carefully, and reminded slightly mockingly: "Maybe you will notice that you can't bleed anymore, Master Malfoy."

He had managed to dye the foot of a Slytherin green throw pillow a full brown.

"I'm fine, Pansy." Draco said wearily, sinking into the soft sofa, "Just clean up the wood debris and get some silver tweezers."

"For Merlin's sake!" Pansy raised her voice. "Where can I get a pair of 'silver tweezers'!"

"The second-to-last grid from the left of the locker."

"Why are there tweezers there?"

"You have so many questions."

"You have a bad attitude."

"Thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome." Angrily, Pansy stuffed the tweezers he found into Draco's cold palm: "Here! Wait, I'll find you some antiseptic potions—"

After finishing speaking, she stomped on her high heels, and rushed back to the girls' dormitory aggressively.

This caused Scorpius to see only Draco in the entire common room when he came in from the entrance of Slytherin. He took off his school uniform and only wore the white shirt inside, and sat calmly at the end of the room. On the sofa near the fire, picking something on his bloody arm with the silver tweezers Scorpius usually uses to sort out spells—

Scorpius paused at his feet, and finally walked over and sat down at his feet, and asked gently, "What's the matter with you?"

It's a pity that Prince Slytherin just raised his eyelids and looked at him expressionlessly, and didn't intend to answer him. Now, he is trying to pick out a relatively small piece of wood residue, but this wood residue is in the position where the arm is close to the top , plus his left hand is not very flexible, which makes Draco's whole movement difficult——

With a silent sigh, Scorpius snatched the tweezers from his hand: "I'll do it."

He roasted the tweezers on the fire, and when he returned to Draco, the scorching heat on the tweezers made him flinch slightly.

"Don't move." Scorpius muttered, "If you're afraid of pain, you still learn to fight."

He lowered his eyes and carefully picked out the wood residue as thick as the eye of a needle——

"You kissed Potter?"

Scorpius' hand trembled, and the whole point of the tweezers poked Draco's arm.

Draco let out a cry of pain, and jerked his arm back: "It hurts! What's wrong with you—"

"You're sick!" Scorpius stood up. Now, Draco, who was sitting on the sofa, had to look up slightly to see his expression clearly. Obviously, the second-year Slytherin looked very Angry, "Why should I kiss Potter? Kiss! Potter!"

"Who knows you." Draco put on a lazy expression and leaned back.

Scorpius twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are simply unreasonable."

"Oh, that's a woman's quarrel line, Mr. Gretel."

"Okay, you bastard."

"This one is similar, but nothing new." Draco sniffed disgustedly, and asked impatiently, "Did you kiss him?"

"none of your business!"

Draco's face darkened: "That's it?"

"Damn! Why should I kiss him?"

"You said you liked him."

"When did I say that?"

"In the common room, everyone heard."

"Can you take it seriously when you quarrel?! I also said that I like you, right now, do you want to believe it?"

"No thanks - give me back the tweezers, I'm going to bleed to death."

"Fuck you, Draco."

"Hey, come if you have the ability."