[HP] Noble

The Flying Charm is not a sophisticated spell, and in most cases it is classified as a household spell—often people like to use it to find something piled in their clothes or in a messy utility room, And usually it wasn't something particularly big, like summoning an inkwell even Scorpius could do it, and he was just in second grade.

So I have to say that it was very smooth at the beginning. It took almost only two days for Harry to complete the initial contact with the Flying Curse—and as time went by, the objects that the spell needed to summon became larger and larger. He found that the spell was not as easy to control as it was at the beginning, he started to stay on the summoning of large objects, and stopped practicing for two days as soon as he stopped-indeed, it wasn't that long, but Harry hadn't Two days were wasted.

After talking with Sirius in the office and getting some help, Harry met Ron at the door of Sirius' office. The red-haired Weasley was chatting with a Gryffindor girl, smiling like a Like a fool—both of them were holding a stack of homework, which seemed to be papers that had just been accepted in the morning.Seeing his former best friend, Ron's laughter unnaturally subsided, turning into a contrived deadpan expression, and then brushed shoulders with Harry with his head held high.

Facing the empty corridor, Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, so depressed that he wanted to vomit a mouthful of blood onto his freckled face.

……

As the match date approached, Hermione became more irritable by the day, and on the weekend of passing up a chance to go to Hogsmeade, when Harry once again tried to summon a huge, outrageously decayed and dilapidated locker Hermione pursed her lips and beeped impatiently when she got in front of her, but had the misfortune of letting the cabinet fall on the platinum-haired Slytherin.

"Diffindo (torn apart)—" Draco pulled out his wand, nodded lazily, watching the cabinet explode right in front of his nose without blinking, spilling the contents on the floor, and he hung Looking at the debris on the ground, he sneered meanly, "It's hard to say that you didn't do it on purpose, Potter."

"Okay, I hope I am too." Harry ripped the messy black hair on his forehead in frustration, exposing some edges of the lightning-shaped scar that had been deliberately concealed, "But it's really not this time." He was weak say.

There were some changes in the door of the Room of Requirement, which attracted the attention of everyone in the room. As expected, about two seconds later, a doorway not much bigger than a dog hole appeared from the wall. Scorpius Gretel crawled in from there, holding a copy of "Seeing Through the Essence of Magic: The Art of Transfiguration" in his hand, "Hi, is everyone here?" The boy greeted everyone with a smile.

Draco pursed his lips and flung himself into a soft Slytherin green sofa - just like he always liked to do in the common room.

"How's practice going, Potter?" Scorpius asked cheerfully.

"Not very well," Harry replied truthfully, "I'm at the end of the Coming Charm - to be honest, I think we can skip the closet and go straight to the next step, since all I need is a broom then. Harry turned his head, looking at Hermione hopefully.

Hermione pursed her lips and shook her head in despair.

"Okay, again." Harry flicked his wand weakly, trying to summon a coat hanger, this time it was better, at least it didn't hit anyone else, in fact, the coat hanger flew half way through the air Draco's face was very calm, but even he had lost the interest in laughing at Harry——

That meant a serious problem, and Harry sighed in disappointment, "If I knew an Animagus, I might be able to turn into a small animal and run under a dragon—like Sirius."

"A dragon only needs one toe to step on your internal organs." Draco yawned and said, "I've thought about this method a long time ago, it won't work."

"What would you want to be? A ferret?" Harry asked defiantly, turning around with his wand in hand.

"Come on, Saint Potter, a man who can't even practice the Flying Charm is not worthy of my opponent. Until you successfully put that broken chest with a wand in front of you, I decided not to bother raising my wand to you again." wand-"

Harry raised his eyebrows, knowing the mean, obnoxious ferret had something to say next.

Sure enough, Prince Slytherin smiled to himself, and said cheerfully, "That's mean, like a wizard bullying a Squib with a magic wand."

Squib?Harry felt his adrenaline rushing or something, but he was irritated anyway, gritted his teeth and roared, "You've been mean, Malfoy."

"Thank you, correct me: elegantly mean." The latter nodded calmly in agreement.

"I really don't understand why he has to be here!" Harry decided to transfer his anger to Hermione, who was obviously much calmer than him. Hermione's hair may have become more disheveled recently because of her mood. Maybe because of Harry's business and the impossible homework, she was so busy that she didn't even have time to look in the mirror—this conjecture might be really ridiculous, if she said it, she might be beaten up by the girl in front of her punch, but in fact, thinking about it, Harry actually started to feel guilty for not being enlightened or something.And Hermione obviously didn't know what the golden boy was thinking, she smiled weakly at him, and said softly: "The enhanced version of the Flying Curse needs Malfoy, he can pronounce it better than all of us—"

"Although I don't know if I can still be useful." Draco, who was lying on the sofa, added expressionlessly.

"Don't mess with him, Draco." Scorpius glanced at Harry sympathetically, then went to the ground next to the sofa under Draco and pushed him, "Get up, explain to me that this sentence is What do you mean—" He opened the book in his hand and began to search for a certain sentence.

Every day is like this.

quarrel.

Scorpius appears.

End the quarrel.

And then the practice of the exercise, the discussion of the discussion.

Everyone seems to be enjoying this infinitely recurring sequence.Harry even thought he might be more in tune with listening to some of the discussions, the drawn-out voice of some obnoxious Slytherin in the back warning that "this book is too deep and will make Transfiguration difficult for beginners." Worse," he finally managed to summon the tattered hanger to himself.

Then there are the armchairs.

table.

cabinet.

After placing a wardrobe with a huge glass door firmly in front of him, Harry saw that in the dusty mirror of the wardrobe in front of him, he slowly lowered his hand, the tip of his wand calmly pointed to the ground, his face was blank Announced with an expression: "I succeeded."

The discussion behind him stopped abruptly, and Hermione let out a sob of joy, and rushed forward to give him a hug.

The spell has finally reached its final step.

……

On Wednesday, the official competition day for the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, at breakfast time, Principal Dumbledore stood up and announced that the whole school would be suspended for one day.

The students jumped up with joy and excitement for the upcoming competition. Except for the four contestants, everyone was waiting for that moment to come.Amidst the cheerful discussions around and the messy voices of some people calling his name, Harry sat on the stool, staring at the ham in front of him, feeling like he wanted to find a place to vomit.

Maybe I'll be calmer when I empty my stomach.Harry thought about it silently, flashing through his mind those days of training, Malfoy's taunts, Hermione's expectations, Gretel's book, and... Ron's utter disregard.Strengthening the Flying Charm, Harry thought, the Firebolt had managed to fly from the Gryffindor Tower to the lake closest to the competition venue yesterday, about three times successfully, and twice failed.

Harry decided not to think about what he would do if he had the misfortune to step on the two-in-five odds in front of thousands of people.

Entirely lost in his own thoughts, he ignored the pair of black eyes on the long Slytherin table looking at him leisurely across the hall—

Compared with other colleges, Slytherin's long table conforms to the image that noble colleges should have, and most people are very calm.Krum just glanced around the hall with his usual sullen eyes, paused a little longer at the Gryffindor table, and asked Draco for a small jar of raspberry jam.Scorpius sat on Draco's left, propped his chin with one hand, glanced inadvertently at the Gryffindor golden boy across the auditorium, and cleared his throat: "Draco, you know...Actually, I I have a question to ask."

"I know what you want to ask." Draco put down the knife and fork, and said very calmly with a slightly indifferent face, "Any doubts?"

"Have."

"Strange why I help Saint Potter?"

Krum put down his fork, looking slightly interested in the subject.Scorpius glanced at the bear-like Durmstrang national idol, and then smirked at Draco: "I thought you and Potter were rivals in love."

"Rival in love? Rob you?" Prince Slytherin curled up his lips in a mean arc with disgust on his face.

Scorpius chuckled dryly, realizing he shouldn't be kidding himself.

While Scorpius was racking his brains to figure out how to get around this damn topic, Draco, surprisingly, glanced at him and said vaguely, "Potter is no match for me."

Of course, Scorpius would not be so stupid as to ask "what aspect", so he nodded calmly and said with a serious face: "Well, I think so too."

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

The platinum nobleman twitched his mouth and threw the fork in his hand back on the dining table in a disinterested manner. He stood up, straightened his collar, and said in a normal voice: "There is a chance to test my method of participating in the competition. Without getting myself hurt, why wouldn't I do it?"

"what?"

"If Saint Potter is successful, he won't forget the trophy of the top three leagues. At least one of the trophy bases should belong to me, Draco Malfoy."

"..."

"It's a good deal for me to help myself, and to be able to ignore Potter for the rest of my life."

"...that sounds kind of vile."

"Thanks, I'm a Malfoy."