[HP] Noble

"—I say, all those people who competed for the Hogwarts school team's Seeker should find a hole to bury themselves in." Draco Malfoy said, "How could they let themselves lose to the Hogwarts school team? A near-sighted eye! Merlin's socks! It was almost at the end of the game that I remembered that our Seeker still had glasses on the bridge of his nose."

Draco Malfoy is the current captain of the Hogwarts Slytherin Quidditch House team. As familiar as his surname, this elegant noble young wizard has earned a reputation for himself early on at Hogwarts. a seat.More people said that he found his father in him, but when Lucius Malfoy was interviewed by this reporter, he said that he thought his son was "out of blue, better than me." —— "Prophecy In the sports section of Home Daily, a blackboard version of Draco is saying something to the camera. Compared with the protagonists in other pictures on the section, his movements are really pitiful, and his facial expressions have hardly changed. .Scorpius carefully folded the newspaper and stuffed it under the schoolbag, picked up a fork and stuffed a piece of chocolate cake into his mouth. After thinking about it, he still felt something was wrong, so he turned to the colored version of Prince Slytherin beside him: "Tell me, Draco."

"what?"

On the wooden table in the common room, there was a cup of steaming milk tea in his hand, but its owner didn't seem to intend to touch it.The fourth-year Slytherin propped his chin with one hand, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned a page of the book with his right hand, and asked without raising his head.

Scorpius: "How did you manage to think that Potter is short-sighted with glasses on?"

"You don't understand my lovely child. In fact, in most cases, I think Draco looks very charming with glasses." Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to the platinum nobleman, said sweetly, her There is a witch fashion magazine on her lap, and three people are currently reading it—such as Astoria, such as Daphne, such as herself. Before Scorpius felt the newspaper, the three girls were reading There is a lot of contention over whether a certain part of a certain dress should be decorated with pearls or bows.

"I agree with Pansy this time." Astoria put her hands back on her skirt and straightened her back.

"Just this time. Speaking of the dress just now, it would be unreasonable to have an extra pearl at the waist." Daphne raised her chin arrogantly.

"Draco looks polite with glasses on," Blaise Zabini said earnestly, "at least he doesn't look mean."

"Really? I think Draco looks better without glasses." Goyle said vaguely, his mouth full of biscuits.

"You're spewing out cookie crumbs, idiot," said Crabbe, "but I also think Draco looks better without his glasses."

Zabini showed a mocking expression: "Can I say frankly that it's because your aesthetics was gnawed by Professor Black, thank you."

Scorpius: "...wait a minute, you seem to be missing the point."

"Of course I can." Finally, after everyone present had expressed their opinions, Draco closed the book in his hand with a snap, and said calmly, "That's because as a slightly myopic" Wizard', at least I have the will to learn the temporary sight-adjusting spell—and to use it properly in the right place."

"Like?" Scorpius raised an eyebrow.

"For example, on the Quidditch field, the wind is too strong to scratch the glasses, or at the dance, I can't bear to wear glasses in a dress," Draco said contemptuously, "That's stupid."

Scorpius groaned and said, "Why not a permanent vision adjustment spell?"

"Because this kind of spell doesn't exist." Draco pulled out his wand, tapped the cold milk tea, and the milk tea immediately disappeared out of thin air on the table, and the next moment, another cup of hot milk tea reappeared, Draco was satisfied He quickly put away his wand, picked it up and sipped it, and then continued slowly, "This goes back to the essence of magic - magic depends on magic power to exist, they can be destroyed, but they cannot be changed. For example, I can make the blood in your body Boiling, let you die in pain, but can't make your blood disappear out of thin air - the same is true for the spell to correct eyesight, it can only maintain the temporary adjustment of vision when the spell's magic remains - but in fact, you Still shortsighted."

"What about the Transfiguration class?" Astoria seemed to be interested and asked immediately.

"For example, a beetle becomes a button—we only changed its appearance, but the essence will not change. It is still a beetle. One day, it will be restless and just stay on your clothes." De Laco paused, "The duration of the state will depend on the magic power of the caster. Some Masters of Transfiguration Week may be able to keep the beetle buttoned for a lifetime, but that's all - no spell can last forever. , even if people can't believe it, but theoretically speaking, they should all have a corresponding way of cracking."

"I always thought you wanted to say something, Draco," Zabini said thoughtfully.

"No, you're thinking too much, Blaise." Draco said flatly.

……

As soon as May is over, mid-June seems not far away.This year, because of the Triwizard Tournament, the final exams of various subjects were carried out one after another in a piecemeal manner instead of concentrating on a certain day. This caused a considerable number of people to only read one subject for a certain period of time. When it was over, that subject was completely forgotten.

Fortunately Scorpius' first subject was History of Magic, as he wasn't sure he'd be able to remember the exact year of the Goblin Rebellion until the end of the term.

However, compared to the exams in the Transfiguration class, the exams in History of Magic seemed to be much better——

"I can't wait to be brainwashed now." Under Astoria's playful gaze, Scorpius muttered with his wand and poked the button in front of him that couldn't retract his slender legs, "I'm full of brains now It's all Draco's amazing theory, which keeps reminding me that the button is essentially a beetle—"

"And then it grew legs? Well, Scorpius, it seems that the wise men who are too sober are not good at the Transfiguration Charm." Astoria said gently, and now there is a beautiful red button in front of her , and has a metallic light.

Astoria's reassurance didn't make Scorpius feel any better, because when Professor McGonagall walked past his button, the damn button was crawling towards the table so fast that Scorpius had to jump on it Taking the button back, the stern head of Gryffindor raised his eyebrows and gave him a good one. Looking at the back of Professor McGonagall stepping on his high heels, Scorpius twitched his mouth and said depressingly: "Your The theory doesn't work, Astoria, I don't believe it even if I kill him, Professor McGonagall is an old fool."

The only consolation is that at noon on the day of the Transfiguration exam, the whole school learned at the dining table that the long-awaited final project of the Triwizard Tournament, the warriors need to pass a maze, and then go through the deepest part of the maze. Find the Triwizard Tournament trophy here - the scores of the previous two games determine the order in which the warriors enter the maze.

So that's why Harry was told "he's got the head start".

Like before every project started, the Gryffindor golden trio began to frequent the library again—for Draco, this was not a good thing, because everything in front of him seemed very familiar, And Draco made up his mind this time, never to let history repeat itself.

So no matter what Scorpius mentioned about the "labyrinth", Draco put on a look of no comment, watching Potter and the others with no progress and a look of anxiety on his face, the attitude of the platinum nobles was only four Words can describe: physical and mental pleasure.

It was an ordinary weekend, early in the morning, the door of Draco's dormitory was smashed loudly.He yawned and got up from the bed, letting the outside continue to pound on the door. Prince Slytherin walked on the bed in a daze for a while, then lazily moved his buttocks, and slowly opened the door.

Mr. Scorpius Great was holding a stack of books related to potions, and stood outside the door with shining eyes.

"Even if you blind yourself, I won't go to Professor Snape and steal tomorrow's Potions exam questions for you." Draco muttered and turned back to the bathroom, leaving Scorpius alone. Throw it there.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Scorpius said with a smile.

"You have hands and feet, and a heart that is more self-conscious than anyone else."

When Draco said this with a sneer on his face, Scorpius was busy climbing onto the sofa softer than a bed in his dormitory. Hearing his words, the second-year Slytherin let out a "hehehe" laughter.

Putting the thick potion book on the sofa, Scorpius jumped off and walked around the room. Draco's room was full of books of various types, and some strange gadgets, Beetui was placed in a glass tank on the desk, and when Scorpius leaned in to look at it, the tortoise politely spat at him.

"Pansy and the others went to Hogsmeade." Hearing the bathroom door opened, Scorpius was busy lying on the coffee table teasing Beetui, without looking back.

"Oh, then." Draco's voice whispered in his ear.

Scorpius was startled, turned his head, the tip of his nose was facing a piece of snow-white skin, and the water drops were sliding down the texture of the muscles, leaving a water mark - the kind of indistinct trace on Draco's body The fragrance is released infinitely, as if fully invading every pore.

Scorpius blushed, took a step back and muttered, "Pay attention to the impact!"

The platinum noble raised his eyebrows symbolically, and then impatiently closed his open bathrobe: "Is this okay?"

"Okay, okay, of course... well Draco, after all, you're right."

"I'm going to put a jinx on you, kid." Draco said lazily, turning to open the wardrobe.

After that, at Scorpius' insistence, they went to the library as a matter of course, and then met the Gryffindor trio again as a matter of course. They were putting their heads together, chatting about something, and heard At the sound of someone's footsteps, Hermione raised her head first, and greeted them with a smile when she saw the people coming—due to the awkward relationship developed in the Quidditch game, the relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor is not the same now. It's very bad, of course, and fights in the corridor still happen from time to time. Yesterday Draco sent a fifth-year Gryffindor to the hospital wing, and Professor McGonagall severely deducted twenty points from him. In Potions class that afternoon, he got another 25 points from Professor Snape.

"This is an absolutely vicious circle." Scorpius commented rationally.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor are enemies from birth, there is no need to change." Draco spread out the notebook, but he didn't look at it, but fumbled in his schoolbag and took out the old black-covered book. The magic book - he has already read a third of it, because the content is too jerky and difficult to understand, his progress is not too impressive.

Scorpius curled his lips and began looking at his potions, asking questions from time to time—

"Draco, look at this, the White Sanctuary Ancao—where did you find it?"

"It grows once every 30 years in the depths of the snow-capped mountains of the Artyati Plateau. It is one of the most important formulas for treating the deep stupor curse potion." Draco replied without thinking, "Probably so."

"Oh, Atyati...deep in the snowy mountains." Scorpius grabbed the quill and hurriedly marked the book.

"Professor Snape must have said it in class, why did you go?"

"Maybe I just wasn't listening when he said this." Scorpius said bluntly, "Deep in the snow mountain—how can they search the snow mountain to find this potion material in the depths?"

"It's just a simple pointing spell, which can correctly guide people in the direction of the north—"

As if thinking of something, Draco's voice stopped abruptly.

Averting his eyes from the old yellowed pages, Scorpius was staring at himself inexplicably with an innocent face.

Draco turned his head slowly, and sure enough, the Gryffindor trio had stopped discussing and all stared at him with dazzling eyes.

"Fine, Potter," Draco said deadpan. "Need me to give you the address of Malfoy Manor, eh? So you can send the Triwizard Tournament trophy."