[HP] Noble

They walked into the Quidditch pitch - but Scorpius didn't recognize it at all, even though Draco and they had only played a Quidditch match here about two weeks ago... well, Draco Now that everyone is ordered not to mention this, then don’t mention it.In short, the current Quidditch pitch looked more like the garden of an ancient wizarding family. Twenty-foot-high hedges surrounded the edge of the field, and the periphery was even full of blooming magic roses.

After sitting in the auditorium, Scorpius discovered that there was a huge gap in the fence wall directly in front of them. It was dark inside, and nothing could be seen clearly, which was a bit scary.

"That's the entrance to the maze." Draco's lazily voice came from behind, Scorpius subconsciously turned his head to look, and found that Astoria was standing beside Draco, saying something twice, The little girl sounded like she must have deliberately lowered her voice, but Draco's volume was undisguised.

The two seem very close.

At least it can be seen from the frequent frowning of the girls around.Scorpius shrugged and sat down in his seat, which was next to Draco's, and as Draco sat down with his characteristic faint scent rubbing his shoulders, Scorpius Wei Wei raised her eyebrows: "Do I need to go away?"

"What?" The crowd was noisy, and Draco didn't hear what Scorpius was saying for a moment.

So Scorpius increased his voice, leaning over Draco's ear and yelling loudly: "Should I-should-should-give a place to so-and-so?!"

This time Draco heard it.

Still heard clearly.

Prince Slytherin showed his best condescending expression, glanced at Scorpius with a look of disdain and doubt, snorted, with a flash of blame in his eyes: "What's wrong with you again? "

"Loud voice!—Ladies! Gentlemen!"

"Oh, I didn't." Scorpius said having to raise his voice again to keep Bagman from taking his voice over (as if something was wrong), "Hey, what could be wrong with me? I'm fine."

"—Ladies and gentlemen! Good evening! The last event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Please allow me to announce the current score of the competition! No.1 is the warrior from Durmstrang, Wei Kedor Krum - 85 points! No. 2, Hogwarts Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory - 80 points! ("The one who danced like a madman in the VIP table Who is the man?" Zabini asked amusedly, "That Hufflepuff's father." Draco replied calmly) No.3 is from Beauxbatons, let us also cheer for the only lady - Fleur · Delacour!"

Amid the deafening cheers, Draco lazily clapped his palms, and this time, he only gave Scorpius a glimpse, and said in a drawn-out haughty voice: "Until you learn to speak normally, don't talk to I spoke."

Leaving that sentence behind, Draco turned around to talk to Zabini.And very deliberately turned his back to the second-year Slytherin. Scorpius, who wanted to dislike others but was disliked, stared at the platinum noble's noble back for a while, then thought about it, and suddenly felt that Draco seemed to be You're right - what am I fuming about?

Pulling out his flaming wand, he poked hard at Draco's spine, then put it away contentedly, and watched the game.

This time, Scorpius failed to broadcast live with small animals—the old headmaster seemed to have noticed his actions. At the moment he approached the maze, Scorpius carefully used the thousand papers made of purple talisman materials borrowed from his grandfather. Crane turned into a ball of waste paper and collapsed on the ground——"100 yuan!" The second-year Slytherin said in distress, "It's just useless! My brother is a bastard!"

"Oh, what happened to you, Professor Wen Xin?" Pan Xi asked sympathetically.

"He must be the informer!" Scorpius said confidently, "It must be."

Pansy patted Scorpius on the shoulder sympathetically, and shrank his head back.But at this moment, the crowded and shouting crowd suddenly parted. Scorpius raised his eyelids absent-mindedly and took a look, but he was startled when he saw that a man in a Durmstrang school uniform squeezed out from the crowd. boy -

Renault Dillard Brest.

Standing out from the crowd, whether it is in terms of momentum or stature, it is difficult to ignore him.He stood in front of Scorpius and invited him, in full view, to sit in Durmstrang's VIP box, where the view was wide and the evening breeze was blowing.

Draco stopped joking with Zabini, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his head, Scorpius could feel the eyes of the platinum nobles looking at him.Scorpius stood in front of him with his head up, staring like a door, and couldn't utter a word until his neck became sore.

And the tall Durmstrang Quidditch school captain looked very gentlemanly, and he just stood there without showing a trace of impatience.Most of the people around turned their eyes away from Dumbledore's magic screen and looked at it with great interest-as if watching gossip was more interesting than watching how Harry Potter got rid of Professor Hagrid's fried-tailed snails like.

Scorpius blushed and wanted to tell everyone who could hear him that he wanted to pee, could he take a step first?

"——The chair finally got hot, why did you have to leave?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears.

Scorpius was slightly taken aback, and twisted his head to the right suddenly—the force was so great that he even heard a "click" on his neck as if it was about to be twisted off. Then, he watched in horror On the right is the calm and indifferent Master Malfoy.His gaze was locked on Dumbledore's magic screen, as if it wasn't him who had just spoken.

Hell it wasn't him!Unless there's something wrong with my ears!Scorpius thought in surprise, since there was someone going down the stairs for him, so he happily climbed up the pole, nodded along without thinking, and quickly said: "Uh, yes, the view here is good enough. Lively—you know, people in our country like to join in the fun—err, no, yes, I mean—” He stammered for a long time, and finally nodded cautiously, “The hot stool is comfortable and warm, thank you for the invitation, I'll be right here."

There was a moment of silence among the crowd.

"Okay, as you wish." Renault Dilgabrest smiled tolerantly, turned and left without any excessive entanglement.

"The IQ of both of you has dropped to a negative number." Looking at Durmstrang's tall back, Pan Xi shook his head and said twice, "It's summer, and the chair is warm? After a day in the sun, which chair is very warm?" .”

Draco: "Potter is using the Pointing Charm."

Pansy sneered, "He's useless, dear Draco."

Draco: "I reminded him of this spell—in some unforgivable and unexpected situation."

Pansy: "What, it's you again! Well, tell me Draco, have you given him the exact address of Malfoy Manor so that he can send the Triwizard Tournament trophy to your bedroom!"

So... he is still useful in terms of left and right.Now the seats in Slytherin became lively again, and the center of the debate was the issue of "if the Triwizard Tournament trophy is to be mailed, should the address be detailed to Draco's bedroom".While they were chatting, the first distress signal had appeared in the sky, and Pansy and Goyle bet a hundred gold that it was Fleur Delacour's.

Then it turned out to be the unconscious Fleur Delacour, with her beautiful hair disheveled and looking like she had been tortured for a while.

"Obviously, the appearance condition is also within the scope of the Goblet of Fire's consideration." Pan Xi said with satisfaction.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Oh, Pansy, that's really mean."

Draco sneered: "That's impossible, Pansy, if that's the case, Potter will be the second-to-last Hogwarts player chosen."

Scorpius: "Who is the last one?"

Prince Slytherin raised the corners of his lips: "Neville Longbottom."

Scorpius: "... Seems meanness is common in Slytherins."

The smile on the corner of Draco's lips became clearer, and just as he was about to say something, the scream of a student suddenly rang out over the playing field.

"Oh, Gryffindor." Draco muttered, glanced at the big screen, and then he stopped talking, his silver-gray eyes fixed on the screen, because the magic power fluctuated and became slightly blurred from time to time. On the screen, Harry Potter seemed to be saying something to Cedric Diggory, and then the two reached out to the gleaming gold cup at the same time.

"Krum wanted to attack them, but they were jointly subdued." Astoria, who hadn't spoken much from the beginning to the end, reminded in a low voice, "He doesn't look very good, he seems to be under a strange spell—— He's trying to do Cruciatus on Digory."

Scorpius asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"Look at the shape of your mouth." Astoria said lightly, putting her long golden hair behind her shoulders.

At this time, Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory disappeared from everyone's eyes at the same time.

"Portkey?" Draco frowned slightly, as if he saw something was wrong, "Is the trophy a portkey?"

This was not arranged by Dumbledore.

Because he immediately stood up from the judges' seat with a serious expression, changing from his usual smiling and kind appearance.He raised the dead wood-like magic wand in his hand, and the huge red light shot at the tall bamboo fence and then spread out in the shape of a halo. The shrubs seemed to have life, and they automatically jumped to the sides, giving way A wide and bright road.

All the spectators saw that at the end of the road was the center of the labyrinth, where there was a stone platform.

Originally there was the Triwizard Tournament trophy, which symbolized glory and victory, but now, there was nothing there.