[HP] Noble

In addition to the reserve team, there are about a dozen people in Durmstrang this time. There is no professor leading the team. All their basic necessities and directions are provided under the command of the captain——Reynold Dilgabrest .

The seventh-grade Durmstrang that Scorpius called "the bear."

Strictly speaking, this person is a cousin of Sirius Black in seniority.When Scorpius heard this statement, he finally lost his mind in this messy relationship network, couldn't help but rubbed his forehead with a headache, and wanted to tell anyone in Slytherin: Your circle is really messed up.

Counting this "Mr. with a very long surname", the arrival of the Durmstrang players made Hogwarts' temporary school team selection even more severe.They had to push the schedule forward, and started the preliminaries for the selection more than half a month in advance-most people were happy with this decision, because they were really suffocated, and they wished to have a legitimate reason to ride a broom every day. Fly around the Quidditch pitch a few times.

But for Harry Potter, it was another disaster.

Although he complained more than once, "If there is one more thing, I'm afraid I will have to jump into the lake with the golden egg", but Hermione insisted that Harry's expression said it all-he was in pain. happy.

With the reason to select the temporary school team members, Harry now persuades himself to bring the Firebolt and fly around the sky a few times with the golden egg in his arms. When he steps on the broom, Harry always feels that he has a flash of inspiration , but after flying around in a circle, his mind would become blank, only joy and excitement remained in it—that horrible appearance was like taking an overdose of "Felix Potion".

On the Quidditch pitch, Harry occasionally runs into Malfoy - with his new broom.To be honest, at the beginning, Harry thought the shape of the broom was funny. He thought that if the broom had more lush branches, maybe Malfoy could use them to trim the shape of a bunny ear... But watching Malfoy fly After a few times, Harry couldn't laugh anymore.

That broom is really nice--although, of course, the Firebolt is nice too.

But the broom's perfect lifting system and professional professional broom flying speed make people have to envy - the most hateful thing is that this Slytherin who owns a broom doesn't show it off as usual, there is some pride, but Most of the time, Malfoy seems more willing to spend his time on down-to-earth training.

So Harry felt an unprecedented sense of crisis—a subtle fear that he never felt when he was defeated by Slytherin.

He felt like he was screwing everything up—the top three leagues without a clue, the selection of temporary school teams who were motivated but not as good in terms of time and hardware as their competitors, and mountains of homework, and the gold he couldn't do without. Egg……

The selection method of the temporary school team members is determined as competition selection. The referee will score the performance of the players participating in the competition, and then the one with the highest score will be selected.

So when Fred was yelling and staring at the preliminary reserve list, pointing to the name of Draco Malfoy he found under the batsman's column, Harry found, with great gloom, that something was going on inside him. A small sigh of relief - a little bit of cheering.Especially when he found out how hard it was to control the corners of his mouth to turn around and yell with Fred, it made him very depressed.

Harry Potter shouldn't be afraid of Draco Malfoy.

Never should.

Flying around aimlessly, Harry hugged the golden egg to his knees. After hesitating for a moment, Harry jumped off the broom, and when he dragged his heavy body towards the castle, he happened to see Draco Malfoy, wearing a full set of protective suits. Utensil, holding his broom, is coming out of the castle, apparently going to continue practicing, behind him...

Of course, Harry thought sarcastically, Scorpius Great.

He decided to take a detour.

So the two Slytherins didn't realize that there was another Harry Potter near the Quidditch field.

Scorpius is holding Draco's practice bat. Although Zabini ridiculed this shiny black bat more than once for being "thicker than Draco's arm", Draco still Sticking with it, and amazingly, he can pick it up and swing it as easily as he swings a string.

"I saw the Weasley twin brothers today. When the transformation class was over, he rushed into our classroom." Scorpius frowned slightly, "That Fred, he chased Professor McGonagall and signed up Chaser position."

Draco raised his eyebrows, looking a little smug: "That's because he couldn't handle it anymore. I competed with him during practice last night, three wins and one loss."

Scorpius sneered: "It's hard to imagine that your first reaction when you see each other is not to pounce on each other and bite each other, but to consider serious competition."

"Boy, watch your words, we're not mad dogs." Draco snorted, thought for a while, and added, "Well, at least I'm not."

"How do bats play against each other?"

"Using only Bludgers, win by taking the opponent off the broom."

"Tsk tsk," Scorpius shook his head emotionally, "You guys really want to fight, even though it's changed to a way that looks a little more upright."

"We have, seriously, played."

"I thought you were too proud to compete with Weasley, Your Royal Highness." Scorpius smirked at the gnashing platinum noble beside him.

"Honestly, Mr. Gretel, I have to say that you always seem rather obnoxious when you call me that...well, the Weasley twins? What's the point of talking about a brood of red moles?" It might be the pair of twins who got the deal... It's a pity that I heard that their mother is very dissatisfied with them, and if I say it, she will regret it."

"Their family honors the prefect badge, you know," Scorpius said.

Draco wrinkled his nose and made a "very understanding" expression.

At this moment, the edge of the bush suddenly shook violently, and the Slytherins were startled, almost subconsciously. Draco dragged Scorpius behind him, and pulled out his wand neatly.At the same time, Scorpius reached for the dragon skin pocket filled with charms at his waist.

"It's better to respect the badge of the prefect than to only respect the Galleon! Malfoy!"

Harry Potter stared at a head of dead grass and picked it out of the grass, his face full of anger.

"You're not allowed to say that about Mrs. Weasley!"

Seeing someone coming, Draco was only surprised for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.The corners of his lips were drawn lazily, and he said to the Gryffindor savior with protracted emphasis: "Merlin's socks, Potter, when did you develop the habit of eavesdropping on others?"

Blushing, Harry growled, "I just happened to be passing by!"

Draco: "One of Silly Baby Potter's hobbies is drilling under bushes—take it down, Scorpius, and it might fetch a good price for the Daily Prophet."

Scorpius: "...I thought you had turned fans of this newspaper to passers-by, and passers-by turned black, Draco."

Draco: "Oh, that's the thing, but when it doesn't mention my relationship issues, I'd love to read it - it's always interesting to see what it says about Potter."

"That's all nonsense!" Harry corrected impatiently.

I'm afraid it's because of its nonsense that Draco finds it particularly funny... Scorpius cleared his throat, suddenly wanting to laugh.

"Whatever..." Draco said haughtily, glancing at him, "Excuse me, you're in my way, Potter."

This strong sense of sight... You said the same thing on the train a year ago.Scorpius almost burst into tears, he almost started to sympathize with Potter - once Draco decided to put on such a look, he could really make himself very twitchy.

So he decided to help Potter—just this time, no matter what, so he frowned seriously, and Scorpius put down his bat and stuffed it into Draco's arms: "You can't fight here, Draco. God It’s not dark yet, there are too many people.”

"Fighting is not a date, there's nothing shameful about it." Draco glanced casually at Harry's hand, where a wand was already tightly gripped in quick movements, but Draco's wand was always at his fingertips. Jian Fanfei played with it, which made him look calm.

Of course, also succeeds in making him more irritating.

"You need a match," Scorpius said quickly, when Harry looked like he was about to jinx Draco.

Both of them were taken aback.

Then they looked at each other with disgust at the same time.

"Okay." Draco said condescendingly, "Potter, let's have a contest."

Harry: "What if I win?"

Draco smiled slightly: "I'll tell you the secret of the golden egg, all of it - I'll tell you everything, and I'll tell you everything."

Harry was stunned, and subconsciously touched the golden egg hanging on his waist, looking very hesitant - and a little tempted.After pondering for a moment, he lowered his face and asked, "What about the reverse?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Draco said lightly, "I'll let you know if I think about it."

"If you don't kill and set fire, you can't let me commit suicide."

Draco showed a particularly contemptuous expression: "That's all you have, isn't it, Potter?"

Scorpius: "...I never knew you were so mean, Draco."

Draco: "I always have."

Scorpius: "...as long as it's not directed at me."

Draco: "Then be honest and don't get me into trouble."

I feel that if I don't interrupt them, I'm afraid it will be dark.The veins on Harry's forehead popped out, and he gritted his teeth: "The content of the game?"

Draco touched the bat in his hand, lowered his silver-gray eyes, and said slowly: "Only the Snitch and the Bludger, before you find the Snitch, I will slap you off the broom, and I win. Can you safely Sitting on a broom and catching the Snitch, you win."