[HP] Noble

After breakfast Draco got an application form for the provisional school team from Professor Snape - it was supposed to be from the captain of the Quidditch House team, but since last year Flint had put his arms around him contentedly. After Wood (note: a goddamn Gryffindor) graduated, the Slytherin house team lost its captain.

It happened that there was no Quidditch cup this semester, and this incident was forgotten by everyone since the beginning of the semester.

It only took one Potions class to fill out the form, and Draco refused to show anyone what he had written on that registration form and handed it back to Professor Snape. At that moment, the platinum aristocrat's delicate and airy face looked triumphant—"I think Professor Snape is implying that I should submit an application form for Quidditch captain." The bottle was handed over, and now the two of them had to clean up the mess on the table.

Maybe Draco did it on purpose. Anyway, Harry, who was sitting in front of him, listened to this sentence without a single letter. When he said this, the Gryffindor golden boy was putting his The horrible-smelling potion was scraped from the cauldron—it was supposed to be a normal liquid, but since Ron somehow went wrong and added salamander blood into it, it was all congealed and sticky. on the crucible.

After hearing Draco's words, Harry put down his tweezers, turned around and blurted out in surprise, "What?! — Isn't the Quidditch captain chosen by the school before the school starts? — Even the badge will follow Send them together with the book list."

The two Slytherins who were talking behind were startled by the interruption.

It was Draco who was the first to react. He raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "The selection methods of each college are different. What's the problem with that—and, what's the matter with you, Saint Potter?"

Ron threw the knife in his hand back into the cauldron, and angrily turned his head to help Harry: "We're just curious, we don't need to be so arrogant, Malfoy."

"No way, I can't help feeling superior in IQ in front of you...Professor Snape is looking at this, red hair." Draco smirked at Ron, compared to Harry Now he was even more rude to Ron, "He might want to come over and say something about your stupid mistake of turning salamander's nails into salamander's blood."

Ron stared at him for a while, and after ten seconds he suddenly realized that his face was flushed and he flew back to his desktop in a hurry to find out his Potions class notes, and after a quick scan, Gryffindor let out a scream.

Goyle poked Draco's arm in surprise, and whispered, "How do you know it's blood? You didn't even lift your head during the whole process of making the potion."

Draco made a nasal sound not very proudly, "A fool can know, because the blood of salamanders has the effect of coagulant..." He paused, glanced at Goyle, and added, "Of course, it's not I'm talking about you." Gore smirked at him, picked up the cauldron easily and stuffed it under the table.

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The days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, there were only three days left before Christmas.Scorpius was so busy choosing gifts for everyone every day that he had to write a letter to his father to ask if there was anything else he could get at home, or if he had any other suggestions to make it easier. He grabbed a copy before all the stores closed.

In this regard, Mr. Great insisted in his reply that Scorpius was a little bastard who ate inside and outside, and changed his ways to empty out the house all day long.

"What's the matter, your face is ugly." A lazy voice came from above the head, and the letter paper cast a shadow because of the people behind it.

Scorpius hurriedly stuffed the reply letter from home into his schoolbag, shook his head quickly, and looked up, Draco was raising his eyebrows high, looking down at him with displeasure.Next to Draco was Pansy, and—

"My God! Pansy!" Scorpius exclaimed. "Hey, you look good with long hair too."

Perhaps it was an adapted version of the quick hair growth spell. In just half a day, Pan Xi's short black hair, which was originally as long as the ears, suddenly grew to his waist, and fell straight to his waist. Swaying, which makes her look unexpectedly charming.

Pansy's compliments to Scorpius were very helpful, she nodded with satisfaction, walked up to Alpha at the Slytherin table and sat down next to Alpha, who immediately wrapped her strong arms around her waist.Pansy fetched a bit of steak for himself: "I'm going to use the hairpin you gave me last Christmas at the Yule Ball, dear Scorpius, and I've found that even with my little western dress, it doesn't matter. No violation."

After Pansy sat down, the chair beside Scorpius was also pulled away, and Draco sat down with the breath of ice and snow outside the auditorium.Scorpius shuddered and moved aside.

"That's really nice." He made a face at Pansy, "I'm still thinking about what to give you this year."

Beside Scorpius, Draco cut the veal steak and reminded lightly: "...There are still three days until Christmas."

"I know." Scorpius muttered.

"The more important the person, the more gifts should be prepared in advance." Draco educated blankly.

Scorpius laughed dryly: "I knew I would give you Bicui this year... one year in advance, isn't it sincere enough?"

This time, Master Malfoy didn't even bother to lift his eyelids in response to his words.Touching the tip of his nose, Scorpius dropped his fork, tugged at his noble sleeve, Draco remained motionless, and pulled back his sleeve, showing an impatient expression: "What are you doing?"

"What are you going to give me?"

Draco was taken aback by the question, and then turned his head to look at Scorpius as if looking at a monster. After a while, he said slowly, "I told you half a month ago."

Scorpius smiled and said softly: "No, you don't have one."

"Yes," Prince Slytherin, who was apparently completely immune to this, said calmly and calmly, "a book called "Social and Speech Skills", remember?"

The smile on Scorpius' face cracked.

"Oh, you didn't think I was joking, did you?" Draco showed a half-smile expression, and shook his head, "Poor boy."

When the two faced each other, Pansy finally couldn't bear it and let out a terrible laugh.

Scorpius didn't go to Draco for the entire lunch, and after enjoying his lunch contentedly, Draco told Zabini: "This is the most comfortable and peaceful lunch I've had in two years." Scorpius put down the exquisite silver cup in his hand with a "bang", stood up quickly and picked up his schoolbag - the arc was so big that Draco staggered solidly, Scorpius snorted , contemptuously glanced at Prince Slytherin out of the corner of his eye, and strode away without looking back.

"...You two can rest for a day." Zabini shook his head helplessly.

"To be considered." Draco smirked lazily at him and rubbed his sore arm, "Okay Blaise, I want to go to the library, do you want to go?"

"...I don't think it's interesting to watch you and Scorpius continue to argue in the library." Zabini shrugged, "I'm going to go by myself."

This time Draco said nothing, patted Zabini on the shoulder, and told Goyle and Crabbe to go with Zabini—the two boys had never been in the school since they entered the school. Just one step past the library, Gore said that the atmosphere of the library would make him itchy all over.

Grabbing his schoolbag, on the way to the library, Draco was thinking quickly about any remaining course papers he hadn't done.And when he got there, he paused, and at a glance, he found the black head in a corner under the dim light-he was discussing with those annoying Gryffindors in whispers What.

"—Maybe it's asking you to go through a corridor where countless people are casting the Cruciatus Curse on you!" After hearing Harry's description of the sound after the golden egg opened, Scorpius yawned and said listlessly.

"—that's forbidden! Scorpius!" Hermione vetoed seriously, and Scorpius shrugged, emphasizing that he was only joking.He thought for a while, and then asked, "Is what you said true? Professor Black invited Professor Snape to the Christmas ball?"

"It's true - and Sirius would much rather you call him 'Sirius' than 'Professor Black'." Harry gave a serious look.

"...This is really dreamy, I wonder if I haven't woken up this morning." Scorpius showed a dazed expression.

"Okay, Golden Egg." Harry tried to get the conversation back on track.He subconsciously rubbed the golden egg in his arms-he took it everywhere with him recently, although it was ridiculous, but Harry seemed to be holding some kind of "suddenly one day the hut suddenly opened" "sincerely so that gold and stone will open" "The hope of "waiting for it to speak human words and tell you what to do" is taking it around Hogwarts-of course, these slightly harsh words are of course Scorpius' evaluation of this behavior, of which There are more than two messages from Draco that were conveyed intact.

"Okay, go on to the golden egg - thanks, Weasley." Scorpius yawned again, and Ron blushed and handed over a chocolate frog, which he took without realizing anything was wrong, and bit it Dropping its head, the Chocolate Frog stopped struggling in his hands.

Draco saw everything in his eyes, of course he didn't go over, but pursed his lips, calmly found a place some distance away from the happy group and sat down, but then he spread out The book in his hand read carefully.

Scorpius spotted the platinum head the next time he scanned the library aimlessly.

He stopped suddenly in the middle of his words, and Hermione asked strangely, "What's the matter with you, Scorpius."

"I think I have to go." Scorpius muttered and stood up and began to pack his things. There were materials about magical creatures spread out in front of him-it was a paper assigned by Hagrid, God knows, even Hagrid assigned a paper up.

"W-how? Where are you going?" Ron asked nervously.

Scorpius pointed his chin in Draco's direction with a face full of sarcasm, protracted and emphasized in a loud voice: "Of course I have to go-look, the ancestor is waiting for me to serve him!" After speaking, he picked up the book, and moved to sit next to Draco, who was buried in the parchment, writing quickly in his accustomed cursive script.

Scorpius was not in a hurry to strike up a conversation, and opened his book to read.

After a while, Draco said in a disgusted voice, "What's the discussion?"

Scorpius thought for a moment, then shook his head.Draco was a little surprised, put down the quill and turned around: "No Granger either?"

Scorpius gave him a strange look, then shook his head again.Draco raised the corners of his lips, revealing an intriguing smile.The back of the second-year Slytherin tensed, and he felt the hairs on his body stand on end... No way? … He stared at Draco dumbfounded: "You guessed it?"

"One time in the auditorium, the Weasley twins opened the golden egg during their fight," Draco paused, "I heard the sound at that time."

"What is it?"

"...I won't tell you." Draco twisted his head back and grabbed the quill again, "There's nothing wrong with making Potter think about it... If I have to give you any hints, I'll just tell you, Magic All the bad ideas in the department should be within the student's grasp—"

As he spoke, his silver-gray pupils glanced at Scorpius' paper, shook his head lightly, and said, "Tsk tsk, I'm starting to sympathize with that half-blood giant..."