[HP] Noble

Hermione was silent for two seconds because of Scorpius' words, and finally shook her head helplessly: "You Slytherins, you really are a bunch of strange people." Then, she smiled, "But it's much better than I imagined."

"Ah," Scorpius blinked innocently, "You can't say that, Draco is the only one who is strange?"

"..." The upright Gryffindor girl was a bit overwhelmed by the behavior of the fourth grade Slytherin who did not hesitate to blame others. She was dumbfounded for a while, then nodded with a sneer on her hips, "Although I don't want to admit it, but Malfoy has indeed changed a lot compared to his first and second grades, he used to think he was an arrogant idiot, but now he really thinks that guy is a bit superior."

"Superior?" Scorpius curled his lips and repeated Hermione's words.

"Well, high above." Hermione rubbed her chin and thought about it, "I don't feel like a stupid student anymore, but a full-fledged wizard who is superior in every aspect. Speaking of which, what is the origin of this transformation? It's time to start - well, damn it, it's really uncomfortable to praise a Slytherin like that..."

Harry: "—No, no, no, Ron! That's slug fluid, not rhino tears—"

Neville: "—Harry! It's time to stir your cauldron too—clockwise, you turned it backwards—maybe it's time to turn it the other way around?"

Ron: "Oh my god Neville, watch what your toad eats - don't let it jump into the cauldron - seriously why are you bringing pets to the lab!"

"...But these guys haven't improved at all, even if they try hard to praise, they can't make people say anything nice." Hermione took her eyes away from the Gryffindor boy who was jumping around, and sighed long He breathed a sigh of relief, "But even so, at least I won't give up the first place in the final exam this semester to Malfoy again."

He didn't notice Hermione's declaration on grades. At this moment, Mr. Gretel had already emptied his mind, thought about it expressionlessly, and suddenly said without thinking: "If there are no house-elves, Slytherin class The long dormitory is probably not much tidier than the garbage dump."

"What, what?" Hermione was taken aback, obviously unable to keep up with Slytherin's jumping thinking.

"What you said is 'superior in every way'...I want to refute this kind of statement anyway," Scorpius said dryly, "...if it is winter, as long as the room is warm enough, Draco will never When you step into the door, you start throwing things around. For example, if there is a schoolbag at the door, then the cloak is under the hanger, and you will probably find a tie next to the sofa. That guy has a strange habit of taking a shower when he returns to the dormitory, so There is a belt at the foot of the bed, his shirt will definitely appear at the bathroom door, and the underwear that was hung on the bathroom doorknob and passed through—uh—”

"Oh, please, save the love talk when no one else is there or talk to yourself, boy?" Hermione couldn't bear it and put her hand over Scorpius' mouth.

"This is not a love story, Hermione." Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth, "Are girls' understanding angles so strange?"

"It has nothing to do with being a boy or a girl, my dear." Hermione took a deep breath and said helplessly, "I can already imagine what it would be like when you were with Malfoy, oh, really It's horrible to think about, Ginny is so pitiful."

"Ginny is fine in Slytherin, at least no one will deliberately bully her." Scorpius lowered his eyes, lowered his head and grinded a share of poisonous snake fangs that he will use later, "But she will like Draco This incident surprised me, um, no, I didn't expect this to become her obsession."

"Obsession?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"If it weren't for the idea of ​​'wanting to get close to him' too strongly, it probably wouldn't be the turn of the Dark Lord to invade her mind again." Scorpius smiled faintly, "I heard that before I When she entered school, she was already controlled by another Horcrux, and logically such a carrier is not suitable to be used as a soul vessel again."

"It happened in our second year, when Ginny was only in the first year." Hermione said, "The Horcrux was the diary that the man had when he was studying at Hogwarts, but it had been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" Scorpius was a little surprised, "Dumbledore did it?"

"No, Harry and Ron stabbed the basilisk's teeth into the diary, and the Horcrux was destroyed on the spot." Hermione muttered, "Now that I think about it, it was reckless. The first thing is definitely not to destroy him immediately, maybe we can get more hints from it—”

"Oh, the teeth of the basilisk?" Scorpius vaguely grasped the key words, and then vaguely remembered the Christmas gift from Weasley in a certain year, "It sounds like a great adventure."

"No." Hermione said angrily, "I still feel terrified when I think about it now. If I hadn't been lucky at that time, I really don't know if I would still be here to talk to you."

"Ah, luck is also one of strengths." Scorpius said calmly.

……

The two of them didn't know that what they seemed to be chatting with quickly became the key to solving today's problem.

Master Draco Malfoy frowned the first time he pushed open the door of the potion research room, and took back the steps he was about to take. Prince Slytherin pulled the glove on his hand calmly, and said coldly Comments: "The air sucks."

"The window has been opened in advance, so I stood at the vent and blew the north wind for two hours, so don't complain." Scorpius, who was busy by the cauldron, said without raising his head, "Or you can put it down Evening Primrose then turned away immediately, and I'll see you at dinner."

As soon as the words fell, the face was pinched mercilessly.

Scorpius frowned in pain, and slapped Draco's hand away who had walked to his side at some point: "It hurts, let go."

Draco let go of his hand, and watched with satisfaction that a small red mark appeared at the place where he pinched just now, and it was slowly spreading along the capillaries on his fair face. Noticing the smile, he said in a low voice: "If you don't put the fang powder in, it will become a pot of garbage."

"That's your fault too." Scorpius rubbed his face, while pouring the ground snake fang powder into the crucible without haste, and stirred it three times, watching the potion in the crucible become correct pale green, he put down his work, "If you're not here to help, at least don't make trouble, Draco."

"The bad atmosphere made me lose the desire to do it." Lazily stretched out a hand with a black leather glove in front of the eyes of the fourth-year Slytherin, "I can't handle any potion materials like this."

"Oh, yes?" Scorpius laughed angrily at Draco's natural look, raised his eyebrows high and said provocatively, "Then put down the evening primrose and you can go, sir. Goodbye, Congratulations to His Royal Highness."

"If I'm gone, you'll all cry for lack of a working brain." Prince Slytherin said without changing his face, drew his wand, walked around Scorpius, and quickly poured the potion Walking around the cauldrons in the classroom - a bit like Professor Snape.

Well, at least it's very similar to the disgusted look that Ron Weasley's cauldron situation immediately showed.

"Even if it's a token attempt to help, Weasley," Draco said quietly, "you could choose to do something else instead of wasting potion ingredients here."

Ron's face was flushed, and he looked like his veins were bursting with anger.Harry stood aside and looked very angry, but the condition of the cauldron in front of him was equally bad, and he couldn't even open his mouth to help his friend refute Slytherin—except for Scorpius, all four cauldrons in the room entered the critical stage, and only Hermione and Neville's crucibles could go on, and Harry's and Ron's were failures that could not be used at all.

Neville looked good only because he was closer to Hermione - at least that's what everyone thought.

His silver-gray eyes swept over the two cauldrons that were fairly normal in color. After looking at them for a while, Prince Slytherin took out his pocket watch, opened it, and then closed it with a snap: "There are about 10 more. Minutes or so to proceed to the next stage?"

"Oh, yes." Hermione looked a little nervous and couldn't hide her surprise, she looked at the watch on her wrist, "To be exact, we still have 23 minutes... To be honest, Malfoy, what are you doing?" figure it out--"

"Infer the phase time based on the status of the potion ingredients." Before Hermione could ask his own question completely, Draco answered her question, paused, and asked again, "What's the question?"

Hermione froze: "What?"

Draco frowned.

"—In the third stage, add the mixture of dragon's blood and narcissus root and stir clockwise 35 times, the whole potion should turn pink, but the reality is that we are still far from pink." Behind everyone, it seemed to be forgotten The voice of the long-awaited fourth-year Slytherin said, "Best seems to be, brick red?"

"Oh, yes." Hermione nodded, her ears turned a little red because she didn't keep up with the number one competitor's thinking, "Yes, that's it, we have tried a lot—probably because there is something missing .”

"Ah, that's a very troublesome situation." Draco nodded slightly, flipped through a potions dictionary Hermione put on the table, and quickly scanned two lines along the notes on it. He opened his mouth and asked, "Have you tried to analyze what might be missing from the previous potion material composition analysis?"

"I tried it, but it's too much." Hermione bit her lower lip, as if she was very dissatisfied with herself, "After just screening, there are 530 seven potion ingredients left, not including their different states when they were added combination."

Draco threw away the Potions Dictionary and picked up something similar to a notebook: "It seems that trying to start with the essence of potions has also failed?"

"...Even if the analysis conceived of every medicinal detail, there is still no missing ingredient." Hermione said, "In fact, even Professor Snape believed that this should have been a complete potion bill of materials."

"It seems that what is missing is a catalyst." Immediately, Draco put down his schoolbag and rummaged through it. During the rummaging process, unused parchments and quills were scattered all over the table. , Scorpius rolled his eyes, and mouthed to Hermione: Look, garbage dump.

Eventually Draco dug out a damn old sixth year potions textbook.

How disappointed must Hermione look - she was probably expecting Draco to come up with a limited manuscript copy of the ancient potions book?

Draco grumbled, flipping through the crumbling textbook, "What color is the potion at the last step?"

"Light snow blue." Scorpius leaned over, and he saw Draco turn the potion book to the last page, which was the appendix of the potion ingredients—and it was different from ordinary textbooks. The notes are full of things—it looks like a criss-cross table—the horizontal and vertical front sections of the table respectively indicate the two words "before" and "behind", followed by different colors Words, and in the square where the horizontal and vertical axes meet, are crowded and filled with different potion ingredients in extremely small characters.

It was a complicated potion form, and Scorpius swore that he had never seen such a strange way of querying it.

"Light snow blue," Prince Slytherin's slender fingertips tapped on the No.30 two grids running horizontally, and then gently slid down to the vertical, "Pink."

Soon, the fingertips landed on a grid.

Five kinds of potion ingredients are written on the grid and in small characters.

Silly Bird Feather, Billywig Stinger (dry), Slimeweed, Poisonhorn Explosive Fluid, Basilisk Venom Powder.

"Tsk, they're all troublesome ingredients." Gently closing the old potions textbook, Draco quickly wrote out the five ingredients and stuffed them into Hermione's hands, "but it's probably one of these five— —”

Hermione: "..."

Scorpius: "... Draco, I don't think such a strange way of querying-"

"Don't say stupid things, boy." Prince Slytherin drawled his tone with the corners of his lips raised, "The process of making potions is indeed precise and serious, but if we find a shortcut, we don't have to reject the simple and crude."

Scorpius: "..."

"Obviously, before this, Hogwarts once had an unknown potion genius." Draco lazily raised the book and shook it in front of Harry, "thanks a lot You, Potter, cannot yet imagine how regrettable it would be if this book fell into your hands."—