[HP] Noble

"Half-Blood Prince? Who is that?" Zabini poked his head and asked curiously.

"I don't know, it's probably a ridiculous title given to him by a ridiculous person."

Draco replied impatiently, flipping through the book in his hand quickly, the excessive accumulation of dust almost made him sneezed a few times, but as the pages of the book were turned, the movements of Draco's hands changed. Slower and slower, he was surprised to find that the exact same words as this line of words densely filled every corner of the book.He stopped and took a quick look. He found that the "Half-Blood Prince" had a lot of objections to Libasio Pollach's proposal to use a "silver knife" to decompose "black beetle eyes". The metal composition of the knife destroys the fragile membrane that surrounds the beetle's eyeball.

For some reason, Draco suddenly remembered the willow knife on his godfather's desk.

Draco kept trying to remember what the knife was used for, but before he remembered, Zabini's kind reminder came from the side, "If we don't take the next step, we will lose all our work, buddy.".

Draco vaguely agreed twice, and turned the book back to the table of contents—thankfully, there was no other superfluous handwriting except for a few simple potion ingredients that seemed to be jotted down casually, so he easily In the catalog, he found the method of making the Living Hell Potion he wanted.

One of the hypnotic ingredients involved in Potion of Living Hell is the building block of a popular potion recipe - in potions there are many, many such building blocks, and most simple potions consist of one or a few of these The basic composition is formed, and then according to different processing and operations in the later stage, potions with completely different properties are formed.

What Draco and Zabini are currently trying to create is a potion that can put people into a deep sleep state. The explanation in the book is very vague, and it simply states that this potion is similar to the "Dreamless Potion", but What it is used for is not completely clear, but Draco and the others chose it because it is a potion with more basic components and a slightly less complicated potion among many high-level potions.

"I don't understand—"

As Draco buried himself in repairing his share of Sleepy Bean clips with a knife, trying to break the Sleepy Bean out of it intact, he heard Zabini absently stirring the potion and muttering, "Who is the owner of this book?" So many opinions? God, prince, you should see, he also modified a certain component of the intelligence enhancer, he crossed out the daffodil root, and then chose the wormwood root—"

"I don't care about this, I just want to remind you that if you call me another nickname, I'll put your head in the cauldron to soak." Prince Slytherin said with a bad attitude without raising his head.

"Is Sleepy Bean ready?" Zabini opened the topic with a smile, "Our potion has already entered the best condition of the 'Living Hell Potion' part."

Draco looked up, satisfied to see that their potion had changed from the crimson paste that had just been uncovered today into a homogeneous tea-colored liquid—

"Harry, we need the bean juice with Sleepy Beans—"

"I know, Neville, but the damn beans are so hard to get out of their pods, and they're terribly shriveled, maybe you can help..."

"Please someone," Draco lazily tossed the perfectly peeled sleepy beans into a beaker, "tell them to keep their voices down, my ears are almost deaf, but it's just to make a potion, use Don't make it as exciting as playing the Quidditch World Cup."

"Slicing sleepy beans," Zabini said while reading, "but His Royal Highness the Half-Blood Prince seems to suggest that we squeeze the side with a knife."

The platinum noble raised his eyebrows: "Nonsense."

"Try it?" Zabini was very interested.

"No," Draco resolutely refused, "you don't know how much trouble it is to get these sleepy beans out of their pods, we have no extra material to waste, Blaise. If you insist on testing what this prince said, you You can wait until tomorrow in Potions class when we make the real 'Living Hell Potion' - in the Potions classroom, there are a lot of already processed sleepy beans waiting for you to waste."

While he was talking, Zabini had already grabbed a sleepy bean with his eyes and hands, and then pressed down hard with the side of the silver knife——

Draco raised an eyebrow sharply.

Until the juice from the pressed bean splashed on his pale chin.

"Wow." Prince Slytherin lowered his eyebrows and sighed dryly, "witness a miracle."

He took out a handkerchief and wiped his chin, during which Draco crossed his arms to watch Zabini squeeze out a large pile of sleepy bean juice in the same way, when Draco took the processed sleepy bean juice and poured them into The cauldron, watching the liquid in the cauldron change from tea color to the light snow blue in the book, he heard the Gryffindors jumping up and down in the last row of the classroom because "there is obviously not enough soybean juice".

"I just said it," the platinum nobleman procrastinated and emphasized, looking a little smug, "things that are old are more reliable."

……

According to the book, it will take half a month to complete this potion.After completing the steps required for today, watching Zabini re-strengthen the fire spell that ensured that the fire under the cauldron can last until this time tomorrow morning, he glanced back and was still in the same pot with himself at the back of the classroom, not knowing Two Gryffindors struggling with some horrible paste, Draco thought for a moment, drew his wand, and cast a couple of anti-mischief charms around his own potion.

Then he took the half-blood prince's battered copy of Advanced Potions Making out of the potions lab along with the other beautifully made new hardcover books.

Oh, and no one said one couldn't take a tattered Potions book out of the Potions lab that every student in the Advanced Potions class had a copy of, and if need be, Draco swore he could take it out tomorrow morning. Stuff the ten brand-new copies of Advanced Potion-Making back into that dirty cabinet.

Back in the Slytherin lounge, he put the book on the table, and then used a series of methods such as "dusting spell", "cleaning up" and "quick drying spell" back and forth, and finally made the book a little bit dull. So dirty.Just as he was about to sit down and read the book from cover to cover, he heard a commotion at the door of the Slytherin common room—

"What's going on?" Draco asked, grabbing a second year running past.

This poor little girl was probably talking to their charming prefect for the first time. She blushed suspiciously and stuttered for a long time. Finally, under the impatient eyes of the other party, she finally found her brain: "I don't know, Avery told me she saw the fourth-year leader bring a stranger into the cellar—"

Draco frowned deeply, feeling his head start to ache.

Of course he didn't care who Avery was, but he knew better than anyone who the leader of the fourth grade was talking about.

That troublesome spirit, no matter how big, can never make people feel at ease.

He took a few steps forward, pushed away a few juniors, and stood at the front of the crowd.The door of the common room opened, and a fourth-grade girl looked first. When she saw a group of students waiting to watch the fun, she was a little embarrassed. When she finally saw the ugly looking The blood had faded from the poor girl's face when she became Prince Slytherin.

Draco heard her call "Gretel" quickly over her shoulder.

The door was opened wider, and amidst gasps and exclamations, Scorpigret finally appeared in front of everyone.

Draco had to admit that his heart almost stopped the moment Scorpius appeared—

He was covered in blood. On his face and neck, Slytherin's green robe was soaked into a suspicious brown color. The fourth-year Slytherin was holding a wand in his hand, and the blood on his hands several times made him almost dizzy when he walked around. The wand slipped.

But soon, Draco realized that the blood was not from the black-haired Slytherin - a person who lost so much blood would never be able to stand up, let alone walk - so, where did all this blood come from? Lu can only be the one on the shoulders of fourth-year Slytherin.

a grown man.

If there was anything odd about it, it was the fat, stupid cat who was following at Scorpius' feet.

That's right, Draco thought sarcastically, how could I have forgotten that cat walking in broad daylight has always been one of his repertoires.

The platinum nobleman sighed in his heart.

"What it is?"

Scorpius stopped abruptly, raised his head to meet those silver-gray eyes, suddenly became embarrassed, wanted to stand up straight, and was pressed by another dead adult on top of him, wanted to lower his head, think about it It seems even more wrong--

"I met him by the lake, he was covered in blood..."

The senior Slytherin raised his eyebrows: "You moved a corpse to the Slytherin cellar?"

"No, he's still alive!" Scorpius hastily retorted, "At least he was alive just now!"

"..." Draco said, "Madam Pomfrey's place is too crowded for a patient covered in blood?"

"It's too far away, I can't move..." Scorpius said innocently.

After getting such a curious answer, Draco was pretty sure he didn't want to ask any more questions, even though he still had a bunch of questions - like who this person was.

But he wasn't sure he could accept a magical answer that would probably be something like "a man who jumped out of a rock."