[HP] Noble

In a way, Scorpius Grete was beginning to resent that boys abroad always develop too early, which made it all the more difficult for him to keep up with the limp platinum-haired boy in front of him— — Not to mention, the other party is still angry.

God knows, he's only two years older than me!Scorpius complained in his heart, but his legs were a third longer than mine!

The tempting looking sleeve slipped away from Draco's nose again before Scorpius managed to grab Draco's sleeve again, almost successfully.

"Go away," said the Prince Slytherin, with a look of disdain on his handsome, airy face, in disgust.

Of course Scorpius will not listen to him, because he has made a lot of efforts along the way, there is no reason to give up now-at least he is willing to talk to me, although it is to tell me to 'go away', aha, wonderful Extremely.Scorpius thought wryly to himself, from the "oh what a coincidence we're going the same way" to the goofy grin at him, he felt like a squirrel all the way from the Quidditch pitch to the Slytherin dungeons. Draco jumped up and down the monkey - although it all failed, this time, the Malfoy young master seemed determined to show his famous bad temper once.

"Oh," Scorpius wiped his face wearily, the rain splashed on his hair and once again managed to make Draco take a step back, "Actually, I don't know why you're angry, Draco."

Draco looked angrier because of his honesty.

Scorpius decided to find scissors to cut off his tongue when he returned to the dormitory, or give himself a solid slap.

The third-year Slytherin in front of him always looked paler than ordinary people. Even when he was angry or happy, there would only be a hint of pink on his cheeks. Usually, they would disappear quickly. What people can see more on Draco's face is an expression of arrogance and contempt, just like their usual impression of the Malfoy family.

If you get used to this, then there is no problem, as if most Gryffindors acted like they were injected with a tube of chicken blood before going out every day. Generally speaking, they call it aristocratic etiquette.

Slytherins weren't as bad as the other houses, and they would never expect a Weasley to try to understand their way of getting along.Scorpius can definitely say that he likes this college where even the common room is built at the bottom of a dark and damp lake, but he firmly remembers the first day of school, the dean of the college Professor Severus Snape if--

No matter how fierce the struggle outside is, stepping into the door of the Slytherin common room must stop these. When you are a Slytherin, you should learn to trust your back to any Slytherin.

...For example, Draco Malfoy, even if his usual arrogance is indeed almost sky-high, when he meets a junior in trouble, he will impatiently pull out his wand to help .Or their head, Professor Snape, even if some Slytherin idiot blew up his own cauldron, he wouldn't... well, that's the only guarantee.

Based on the above, Scorpius felt that he needed to clarify the matter, because he didn't want to act like a heartless white-eyed wolf.

"Although I don't know why you are angry—" Scorpius paused, he was waiting for Draco to throw something on his face, but fortunately, he didn't, the platinum nobleman just stood there and watched coldly Looking at him... It seems that it can't be worse than this, Scorpius comforted himself, took a deep breath, and continued hesitantly, "But I think you seem to know some reasons that I don't... er, cause you angry at me."

Draco didn't answer, just stood there, as if waiting for him to have something else to say.

Actually he was right.

Scorpius did have some understanding, but he wasn't sure if he should say it.He didn't forget that in the Quidditch field, Draco was furious at him for using a summoning wind blow, what did he say at that time? "In public"?Oh, it looked as if he'd done something shady - like using a dark spell in the middle of a Hogwarts Great Hall.

But that's really not black magic!Doesn't even count as magical... well, maybe not.

Scorpius twitched, struggling with himself.

The senior Slytherin who faced him obviously lost his patience, and after a loud sneer, he turned around and strode away.

When Scorpius remembered what to say, he realized that there was no one in front of him, and the cellar entrance was slowly closing not far from him.

It seems that I have a difficult and long battle to fight, Scorpius silently looked at the stone door that closed mercilessly, he thought sadly, or ask Professor Snape directly?He must know something... no, absolutely not... Scorpius shuddered at the thought - oh, I've failed so badly, a total tragedy.

Now, he is not alone in thinking that everything is not quite right in his life.

In his hospital bed in the Hogwarts Infirmary Wing, the great savior Harry Potter was also troubled by something.

To be honest, this was the most peaceful semester he had ever had—although there would always be some small mistakes due to the appearance of dementors, but teachers and students in the whole school faced such problems, didn't they?In fact, he now wants to tug on Principal Dumbledore's beard and ask, is the savior going to be replaced?Like a Slytherin or something, though that sounds pretty darn damn good, Harry thought gloomily, but I'm sure I'm expecting an affirmative answer.

Listen to what that Gretel did. On the first day of school, he blew up the water tank to save Hagrid. That afternoon, he used an unknown trick to trap a hippogriff and saved Malfoy— Because of this incident, the entire third-year Gryffindors and Slytherins crowded into the headmaster's office and signed a parchment agreement that swore the matter to be absolutely confidential...

Then, today, he saved me.

Oh come on baby, don't even think about it, it's such a shame.Harry rolled over sullenly.

"Don't be depressed, Harry." Hermione comforted without raising her head. At this moment, the studious Gryffindor was flipping through a heavy book full of square foreign characters. Her right hand There was a heavy dictionary next to it, and she flipped through the book: "Honestly, I think I should learn a translation spell from Flitwick—"

"Nothing like that, Hermione," Harry said dryly, "otherwise Malfoy wouldn't be going around bragging about his countless languages."

"Oh no, Harry, don't tell me about him, it makes my stomach hurt when I hear that name." One of the Weasley twins was lying in the next bed to Harry, and he grimaced, "And that one is unreliable Gretel, oh, this just makes my guts hurt—”

Hermione closed the book with a snap, sat up straight and said objectively: "Maybe Gretel is telling the truth, George. I checked some information. In the East, all those, uh, magics are graded." Yes, you will notice that Gretel is only a boy, and you can't expect him to know any advanced spells."

"Come on, Hermione, I'm Fred, and George is in the next bed." The red-haired Weasley pointed to the white curtain beside him with his thumb, and changed the subject with a smile.

"Don't play that, George," said Hermione sternly, who looked a little like Professor McGonagall. "I can tell you two apart."

"Can't you cheer me up for a while, Hermione? A Quidditch game put half the Gryffindor team in the hospital, and maybe a Headmaster - Flint and they'll laugh it off Big tooth, oh no, let me calm down for a while, I think I'm going to kill someone." George rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed, "I'm going to be moldy." He muttered depressingly.

"I've lost my broom too," said Harry miserably, as he sat on an empty stool next to his bright red team robes, a hideous pile of wooden scraps where he had once been. The remains of his old partner Nimbus 2000, "...no one is as unlucky as me."

"Fred's broom is up too remember, maybe when he wakes up you can hold him and cry for a while." George rolled over again, "Wood is going to go crazy because I'm afraid we'll have to move forward before the next game starts." Go to the broom shed and pick up a couple of Meteors with less severe slits—"

"A shooting star where birds can fly faster than it? Good, great," said Harry dryly.

There was a moment of deathly silence in the hospital wing, after which the two Gryffindor boys groaned in unison.

"...well, boys." Hermione rolled her eyes at the ceiling of the hospital wing. "It's going to be all right."

……

In fact, although Hermione hated divination classes so much, she wasn't completely without the potential to be a top student in divination classes.

When a flock of owls came up to Harry with a Firebolt, he was excited to hug the girl and kiss him, Ron looked faint as he stared at the world-class broom, and Fer Red and George danced in a mess of celebratory dances behind him, Gryffindor team captain Wood even stood on his stool, and shouted at everyone red-faced, "Potter got a fire!" Bolts! Firebolts!"—

"Oh!—" Scorpius shuddered at the long Slytherin table when he noticed that just to his right, Draco Malfoy silently bent his silver spoon.