[HP] Noble

Despite being so overwhelmed that he almost rolled his eyes at the dinner, Scorpius finally graciously tucked in the raspberry cake that his new Potions Master recommended.When he put down his delicate dessert spoon, he was not surprised that everyone around him seemed a little distracted from too much food.

And at this moment, as if to prove that he really didn't ask them to come and listen to his story, Slughorn drew out his wand and tapped the table, which was left with only a little bit of crumb cake and goo The jam on the cake immediately disappeared from the table.The moment Slughorn pulled out his wand, Scorpius noticed that Zabini moved reflexively, and his movement was quickly stopped by Draco, and the platinum nobleman sat in his place On the ground, without even changing his eyes too much, he gently reached out and patted the back of Zabini's hand, then shook his head slightly.

As if taking a sedative, the tall Slytherin relaxed slightly and sat back in his chair with a sullen face.

Everyone stared at the empty table, as if a giant would jump out of it at any moment.Slughorn shook his shiny bald head, his silver beard moved comically, and after eating two large slices of cake, his belly was so big that he almost swallowed his purple velvet dress. burst.

The fat old man cleared his throat, and suddenly said without reason or consequence: "After you are full, maybe you have never worried about what will happen to those leftovers."

In a corner, a figure immediately became tense - she was almost as excited as a person who was awakened from a coma, and the next moment, as everyone in the class was familiar with, raised one hand Lifted up, like a flagpole, pointed straight and powerfully to the ceiling.

…If you were there, you could really appreciate just how unsettling Hermione Granger, all beaming and ecstatic, can be.After weighing it carefully for a moment, Scorpius decided to lower his head and start playing with his fingers - of course he knew what Hermione was expecting - but as far as his current impression of Slughorn was concerned, even if he was full... Well, that's right, the old man doesn't seem like a person who cares about the work of the house elves, even if he is full of food and has nothing to do.

So Hermione was doomed to be disappointed.

"They are sent to the house-elves, Professor." Hermione replied earnestly, "Those poor elves are always serving us for nothing, and some of us are always ungrateful." .”

here we go.Everyone: "..."

"Eh?" Slughorn obviously didn't expect the topic to suddenly rise to such a high level. He blinked, and after a moment of silence, he said hesitantly, "Ah, yes. You are... yes, Greg Miss Ranger, your point of view is very unique--house elves, aha, after all, those ugly and paranoid things do always live in the dark corners of the house-"

Scorpius covered his face weakly.

Hermione gasped angrily.

But before Hermione jumped up, Slughorn had already turned around and steered the conversation in the direction he wanted.He walked around the room, looking like a fat and excited field mouse: "Does anyone remember the No. 12 uses of dragon's blood discovered by Dumbledore?"

The answer to him was silence.

...to Professor Slughorn's beloved "Potions Elite".

... Well, as far as Scorpius could understand the worldview, at least Hermione Granger must have known it.But it's a pity that she probably doesn't have the mood to answer all the questions of this professor who completely runs counter to her ideas.So the scene suddenly became a little awkward. Scorpius sat on the chair and moved his butt uneasily. Although he knew that he was not alone, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

His eyes flickered, and he drifted to a certain Slytherin beside him.

……

God, his eyelashes are so long!

... No, that's not the point.

The fourth-year Slytherin forced himself to look away with an embarrassing face, but soon he found that he couldn't do it, because he realized almost in the next moment how bad the Prince Slytherin looked at this moment— — as if someone had just forced him to drink a whole glass of werewolf potion.

Wanted to ask if he was alright, but for some subtle reason Scorpius found himself a little bit choked up.So he let himself stare at the senior Slytherin like an idiot, letting his gaze burn a hole in the other's platinum-blond head—

Until he noticed Draco move, and then said calmly with a languid, drawn-out emphasis: "Stove cleaning, Professor. The No. 12 use of dragon's blood is for stove cleaning."

"Exactly, Mr. Malfoy, Slytheringa is very good, Severus should be proud to have you as a good student." Slughorn finally came to life, he turned to Draco, almost grateful A hard ten for Slytherin, who returned a feeble, forced smile.

However, their potions professor obviously didn't care about this, but continued on his own, "An expensive, ancient cleaning agent—in the last century, nobles also used ginger cleaning agent to clean their homes too heavy Curtains, until Dumbledore discovered dragon blood at the beginning of this century!"

Scorpius noticed that Draco's face had grown even uglier.

"A magical potion material, used in various fields, even love potion—"

"We learned the invisibility potion last semester, and dragon's blood will be used in it, professor."

"Invisibility potion - the seventh use of dragon's blood, three points for Gryffindor, thank you, Miss Granger."

Hermione sighed softly and sat back down in her seat, her cheeks flushed from the compliment - it seemed she had had enough.

And at this moment, Scorpius noticed from the corner of his eye that Draco was subconsciously gently rubbing his palm against the wrist of his other hand—he was wearing those strange gloves again, yes, never Knowing when it started, the gloves hardly ever left Platinum Aristocrat, he carried them almost everywhere, the leather gloves were beautifully made and clearly made for him, the size fit perfectly on his Between the fingers, it makes it more slender.

"My children, the reason why I am here must be that your cunning and clever headmaster has other plans." Slughorn said slightly, "This is our topic today— —Dragon blood."

The fat wizard waved his wand again, and a bucket of green, bubbling, sticky and smelly stuff suddenly appeared on the table out of nowhere, making a loud noise, and the table even squeaked unbearably. The liquid splashed out, and the Ravenclaw closest to it was splashed across the face, which was a ridiculous contrast to the freckles on his face.

Many girls let out small screams.

And Slughorn seemed pleased with the effect, grinning and saying, "Fresh dragon's blood—boys, it's not like any old ones you've ever seen, fresh, hot dragon's blood. Dare I say There is absolutely no way to get it - that sly old fox Dumbledore, he knows that I am working on a subversive discovery recently -"

"Professor!" Scorpius suddenly raised his voice.

"—Dragon's blood may have No.13 uses. This bold and crazy conjecture even comes from an unreliable legend. In South Africa, there are always black wizards who believe that bathing in dragon's blood can make people become immortal under some kind of opportunity. of--"

"professor!"

"—Oh, yes, yes—Mr. Great?" Slughorn broke off his great speech dissatisfied, and had to turn to the source of his interruption, "Is something wrong? ?”

"I suddenly have a stomachache." Scorpius let out a long breath, bent down, and clutched his stomach, "I think I have to go back to the Slytherin lounge early—"

The Potions Professor opened his mouth in astonishment, and then said slowly: "Of course...Of course, if you feel uncomfortable—"

"Can I ask Mr. Malfoy to accompany me back?" Scorpius leaned on the edge of the chair, trying to stand up weakly, "It's almost curfew, it's too dark in the castle..."

Scorpius blinked, as if forgetting that he was in the fourth grade, and said confidently, "I'm afraid of the dark."