[HP] Noble

"Scorpius, you're blushing."

"No, no. I'm just too hot, and you know, the library is a little hypoxic, that is, the legendary carbon dioxide is too much, I'm unnaturally red... definitely not a natural blush, absolutely not."

some second-year Slytherin babbled, rubbing his hands together.Hermione wanted to remind him that he was actually wearing gloves with a Warming Charm on them, so there was nothing to rub them off.Sitting silently on the windy Quidditch field, with large snowflakes constantly falling above his head.Watching the Prince of Slytherin slam another Bludger towards the goal furthest from him... the ball goes in.

So Hermione decided to keep her mouth shut.

Compared with George Weasley's flying, Draco's flying is really much more elegant.In fact, Draco flew quite conservatively - he rarely made dangerous moves on the broomstick, and he had a lot less tricks than George.But when he hits the Bludger, it's the intensity that puts most people off.

In this way, he can also play well with the messy George Weasley.Even Fred, who was practicing chasing hand position on the same court, laughed and yelled, "Nice shot! Dude!"

No one bothered to correct him except Ron Weasley, who was calling his buddy Draco Malfoy - and that alone shows that without the Quidditch House Cup, Quidditch It is definitely the best activity that can promote unity within the school, so that Hogwarts can truly achieve the so-called "unity, seriousness, tension and liveliness".

Durmstrang's group also came to the Quidditch practice field, but seeing someone on the field, they had to politely sit aside and wait patiently for the field to be empty.Their seats were not far from Scorpius and Hermione, and they chose Ravenclaw's seat.

"I think the captain is looking at you, Scorpius." Hermione moved her butt uneasily when she felt a strange and burning gaze again.

"Illusion," Scorpius muttered.

"Absolutely not...here again! If you don't believe me, turn around!" Hermione growled in a low voice.

"Okay, it's not an illusion, but what can I do? Turn around and make a face and tell him not to look?" Scorpius said dryly. "How do you say 'stop looking' in German?"

"No need for German," said Hermione gloomily. "He speaks English pretty well."

"Okay, let him see it, and he won't lose a piece of meat." Scorpius stroked his hair and asked impatiently, "I'm dying of cold, when will Draco and the others finish?"

"I don't know, at least before dinner—for goodness sake! Watch out, Scorpius!"

"Get down—!"

Draco's nervous roar came from mid-air.

Scorpius sat on the spot and blinked, watching a Bludger flying towards him, he was a little bit empty for a while, and what he thought was: I seem to have a lot of troubles this year, but now it's finally my turn My head is gone.

Almost at the same moment, his body was pulled back by a ruthless force, and when he fell on his back, the ball stick with a cold metallic smell brushed his nose and swung it out in the opposite direction. There was a loud bang, and the Bludger was hit straight across the entire Quidditch field. Fred dodged to the side in a hurry, and the black Bludger went straight through the middle goal.

There was a moment of silence on the Quidditch field, only the whistling of the north wind could be heard.

Scorpius climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, rubbed his knees, looked up and fixed his eyes, and suddenly felt as if his head had been pulled by the club just now.

Renault Dilgabrest stood beside him expressionlessly, with his hands hanging down. In his hand, he was holding a black club that was not much thinner than Scorpius' thigh.

That afternoon, a piece of news spread among all the candidates for the temporary Hogwarts school team: Renault Dilgabrest is the captain of Durmstrang, and like the big star Krum, this guy Not a fuel-efficient light, but a hitter.

Also: I heard that he seems to like Scorpius Gretel of Slytherin.

So it was time for Slytherin's cheerful afternoon tea again.

"Why do I think everyone likes you so much? Can you save some for the ladies?" In the warm Slytherin common room, Pansy rubbed herself on the sofa and pouted, "Ron first Weasley..."

Scorpius stuffed a mouthful of chocolate cake and mumbled, "He likes me? It must be because I ate something wrong this morning."

"And then Professor Wen Xin..."

"Is it like to be bullied like that? This kind of love is too deep and I can't bear it."

"Well, Professor Black is always looking at you eagerly."

"For Merlin's sake," Scorpius rolled his eyes, "that's Professor Snape's...well, you get the idea. And he used to be my pet! I fed him a whole term of Premium dog food."

Beside the fireplace, the dancing flames cast a small shadow on the expressionless side face of the Slytherin prince.His long eyelashes moved slightly, and then calmly, he turned a page of the book.

Pansy pouted in his direction: Here, there is him.

He is my stepdad, thank you.Scorpius rolled his eyes at the ornate ceiling.

Pansy was amused: "Okay, okay, now it's that Durmstrang captain again."

"I just shook hands with him—and then on the Quidditch pitch, if he had the ability, wouldn't he be able to watch me get shot to death by a Bludger?" Scorpius snorted, stretching out his foot boldly Kicked Draco, "And you, why are you so angry? - I was the one who almost got hit by the wandering racket, and you hit that ball -"

Draco slammed the dictionary shut in his hand.

Scorpius shut up knowingly.Quickly retracting the dog's legs, he rubbed against Zabini's direction. The latter withdrew his attention from the book, stretched out his hand and stroked his dog's head lovingly.

"If you have to wander in the future, go to the library, not the Quidditch field." Draco stood up, and said in a condescending and cold voice, "You can drool all over the table there, and put your whole hair on it." There is no danger in staying for a day."

Scorpius was stunned by the training, and when he realized that he should refute Draco, he was in a daze and didn't drool, Prince Slytherin had already left, leaving him with a haughty and straight face with no nostalgia and chills back view.

……

Due to some rumors in the school, Scorpius felt a little embarrassed. Recently, even Krum would look at him with subtle eyes, as if he really had some shady affair with his captain .And Draco also had a bad attitude and ordered him not to appear on the Quidditch pitch until he got rid of the bad habit of distracting his mind anytime and anywhere.

Scorpius is happy to be free, and hangs out in the castle every day after class.

In a blink of an eye, it was February 2rd, and there were two days left before the second project. Harry Potter seemed to be going crazy, especially when he accidentally saw Krum successfully transforming into a shark in the After a swim in the Black Lake, of course the warrior from Durmstrang is an Animagus.

But he still doesn't know how to survive even 5 minutes underwater and keep him alive.Of course he didn't know exactly what was taken from him - Harry even wondered naively, what would happen if he hid both the Invisibility Cloak and the Firebolt?

The day before the start of the competition, Hermione got the note of the restricted area from Professor McGonagall, and handed it to the librarian Mrs. Pince, and Scorpius followed them into the restricted area that they had never entered before. , They read one book after another, and the most reliable one was found by Scorpius from a book called "Out of the World", which recorded a kind of potion that can completely change a person from a human to a human being. for magical animals.

"You can turn yourself into a mermaid," Scorpius said with a sneer.

"Never, I don't want to change my race for the five hundred Galleons that I may not get." Harry refused seriously.

"When you come back, you can hug Professor Snape's thigh and see if he can change you back."

Harry was speechless, looking as if he didn't know where to start to mock Slytherin's words.

Hermione dragged the book in front of Scorpius and glanced quickly: "You can't even think about it, one of the materials on it is the heart of a living mermaid."

"Tomorrow is the game, Potter. You shouldn't be picky." Scorpius yawned, "Well, I'm always so kind, if you can't help it tomorrow, you can try the head-bubble spell— —Although the time is not long, if it goes well, it will allow you to persist underwater for about ten minutes, which is better than drowning if you go down."

Harry sat up straight, his emerald green eyes gleaming.

Scorpius grinned at him, "Draco said so."

Harry lay back listlessly, and said weakly: "Thank him for me, I will mail the trophy to Malfoy Manor at the end of the semester."

"It's no use."

The voice of lazy sheep came from behind the four people.

Scorpius jumped up, turned around and gave the person behind him a bear hug: "Draco, you're back!"

"...I don't think there is any violation." Harry muttered as he watched the scene in front of him.

The platinum nobleman pulled off the person hanging from his body, took out his wand and used a warming spell and a quick-drying spell on himself. Only then did Scorpius see that the Quidditch robe on Draco's body was completely dry. After it passed, it began to rain non-stop outside - that's it, most people didn't stop their Quidditch training.

This includes Durmstrang's varsity players, and the boys seem to have their teeth set on this one, with no one prepared to lose.

"Professor Snape asked you to go to the office." Draco raised his chin at Scorpius, and he was still holding the same wet broom in his hand-compared to a few months ago, that broom was almost The branches and leaves are luxuriant, and when you look closely, it seems that there are green flower buds... It seems to be a flower bud, but it is just a little bit, not obvious.

Draco frowned slightly, and tugged the broom back: "Did you hear me, cheekbones?"

"Of course I heard it." Scorpius raised his eyebrows and stepped back, starting to pack his things. "What can Professor Snape do for me?"

Draco watched him randomly stuff the quill pen into his schoolbag, and said indifferently, "Have you gotten into trouble recently?"

"Don't slander good people." Scorpius gave him a particularly contemptuous sideways glance, then picked up his schoolbag and said quickly, "Okay, I should go Hermione, and Mr. Weasley who never raised his head, Uh, Potter? Could you please stop looking at me so passionately as if I were a goddess falling from the sky?"

"You really are now."

said Harry cheerfully, his eyes twinkling, clearly thinking of something.