[HP] Noble

The Gryffindors originally wanted to go back to the castle first, because Harry hesitated again and again, and still felt that the origin of the fake Horcrux was not that simple. Enough power to get pesky Slytherins to hand things over - there weren't many of them, but he happened to know one, like Dumbledore.

The rain and snow fell more densely and urgently, and the originally hard path became muddy.As Harry hurried back, he secretly prayed that Slytherin would not move so fast - after all, if something was in Snape's hands, it would be even more difficult to get it back.Turning a corner in the path, Harry took off his glasses and frantically wiped the mist off them.

After finally being able to see clearly the situation ahead, he was surprised to find quite a few people gathered at the intersection.There was Ravenclaw, there was Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and at the forefront was a bunch of Slytherins.Each of them looked a little panicked, gathered around and looked up at the sky together.

Only then did Harry realize that there was actually a person floating in the air.

It looked like a girl - in Hogwarts uniform.Her posture looks very elegant, as if she is about to dance a beautiful ballet in the air, her hands are naturally stretched out, and she looks ready to fly at any time.The long hair was blown a little messy in the strong wind, Harry took two steps forward, and then she quickly found that the girl had her eyes closed from the beginning to the end, with no expression on her face.

Like a marionette completely dead, manipulated by invisible hands.

This strange feeling is simply creepy.

And she is still rising.

No one dared to touch her to prevent her from floating higher—no one knew what was going on here.

"What happened?" Harry squeezed into the crowd, nearly losing his glasses in the process, and now, with the cheap glasses he'd had for years hanging crookedly on his face, Harry held out his hand, He tidied up his glasses in embarrassment and returned them to the correct position.

"When we walked out of the Pig's Head Bar, she was arguing with another girl." Scorpius, who was standing at the front, glanced at him, and rarely raised his eyebrows, but stretched out his hand to tighten his scarf. The strong cold air made him look a little bit trembling, "then they had an argument, and one of them - this girl," Slytherin nodded halfway with his chin, "she seemed to start fighting over what was in the other girl's hands - and the bag fell to the floor , She became like this all of a sudden, and rose into the air."

Harry's heart sank: "Where's the stuff?"

"Still on the ground." Scorpius said hesitantly. "Draco cast a restraining spell, and now no one can get near that thing. They may be dangerous."

"Restricting spells—that kid is really capable, isn't he? ... By the way, where did the ferret go?" Ron also squeezed up, looking around and asking.

"If you can call him by his name properly, you won't have to delay serious business because of quarrels every time." Scorpius said to Ron angrily, "Mr. Malfoy went to find the professor—fortunately, today McGonagall The Professor and Professor Snape are both in Hogsmeade, we can—"

Scorpius was interrupted by a horrified scream.

The girl floating in the air suddenly opened her eyes, and she began to scream one after another—the screams were not purely from fear, but mixed with pain and struggle, as if at that moment, that The girl saw purgatory and walked through it alive!

Her facial features became distorted and ferocious due to the pain, and she shouted until her voice was hoarse, but she couldn't stop. The screaming never stopped, and the fear infected everyone present.When the female partner who had been arguing with the girl began to sob and collapse and scream, Scorpius rolled up his collar and silently half-hid his bloodless face behind the towering robe.

The scene almost got out of control.

Harry dazedly pulled out his wand, trying to do something, and the faster, standing in front of him—a fourth-year Slytherin who was also the girl closest to midair—raised his wand— —The wand is fiery red, as if it has been painted, very recognizable.

Scorpigret raised his wand and chanted a long series of complex and awkward spells in a low voice. A beam of pale golden light shot out from the front of his wand, covering the girl in midair. Under the eyes of everyone, she looked like Like a corpse, the average hand suddenly dropped, and then fell back to the ground as if it had completely lost its magic power.

As Harry got closer, it became clear that the girl was Katie Bell.

She lay unconscious on the ground, and gradually, black thick liquid began to flow out from her ears, nostrils, corners of eyes, and corners of lips.

"She's cursed." Scorpius took a closer look, and concluded lightly, "Don't touch her."

So the circle centered on Katie expanded a bit.

"How do you know that?" Harry asked, a little surprised.

Regarding the question from Gryffindor, Scorpius just put away his wand calmly, and sneered unceremoniously: "I come from the Eastern Daoist family, but I also have the blood of the Great family."

"The Gretel family has always been the pillar family of traditional healing spells more than 100 years ago." Ron tugged Harry's sleeve from behind, and even he knew that the friend's question just now was not very polite , "...Of course, they are still very good now, but they are much more low-key, er, I mean, Harry, don't mind, they are good at this."

Harry looked at Ron with some reproach: "Why have you never heard of this?"

"Because everyone thinks you know, Harry," said Hermione impartially, "every ancient wizarding family has to be particularly good at something—for example, the Malfoy family is good at capital punishment spells, and the Black family's It is the curse of plague tears, this is common sense."

Harry raised his eyebrows high: "Where's Weasley?"

Hermione looked at Ron.

Ron flushed.

"—probably on the poor side."

The harsh tone interrupted the conversation of the Gryffindors.The crowd dispersed automatically, and Draco Malfoy appeared behind the crowd. He stood there lazily with folded arms, without any trace of panic on his face, and behind him was Professor McGonagall with a serious face—this made him Ron gave up the urge to jump on the spot and fight him hard.

"Even if the restrictive spell is beyond your current level, twenty points for Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall's high-heeled shoes poked deep marks in the snow, and she stepped forward , quickly glanced at the things that Katie and the others had fought over not far away, and then squatted in front of Katie.

Professor McGonagall pinched the unconscious girl's chin and looked carefully: "Just now I vaguely heard who concluded that this is a curse?"

"It's me, Professor McGonagall." Scorpius thought for a while, and answered honestly—at worst, let Professor McGonagall deduct the [-] points that Prince Slytherin just earned back on the spot because of unreliable guesses. .

"Five more points from Slytherin, Mr. Gretel, for your precise analysis." Professor McGonagall said pleasantly without looking up.

"Don't be too happy, if she didn't know that the Gretel family is good at this, she would even give you fifteen points." Draco patted the happy little Slytherin who was obviously a little out of place, "put the corners of your mouth down Go, there is still a girl whose life or death is still uncertain."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Draco suddenly fell silent.

Scorpius and Harry looked at each other and were both taken aback.

The three people present suddenly thought of the crazy woman Trelawney that day.

"Three hearts: ominous blood, an accident that has come; nine spades: originate from violence, unrevealable secrets; three diamonds, originate from pure white, hidden murderous intent..."

Square three, from pure white, hides murderous intent.

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