[HP] Noble

Under the stove, Prince Slytherin took a special look at Scorpius because of his strange request. The latter raised his eyebrows, and handed him the silver fork in his hand, muttering deep in his throat, Draco pulled out He picked up his wand, and then tapped on the silver fork - a rough wooden sword appeared in his palm, its surface was not smooth, and there was no fringe at the hilt.

Draco glanced at Scorpius.

The fourth-year Slytherin lowered his voice: "What are you looking at? How can you expect me to say anything good?..."

"...I've rarely seen peach wood products," handed the woven things to Scorpius, and the expression on the face of the senior Slytherin seemed to be very satisfied with himself, "If you ask for hawthorn wood, Maybe I can do a good job—no one makes wands out of mahogany, and it doesn't seem like the right kind of wood—"

"But it's suitable for warding off evil spirits."

Scorpius took Draco's work with a chuckle, and tore off a piece of thorn wood from the sword under the other's embarrassed gaze. It seemed to have caught the attention of the uninvited guest in the kitchen—it slowly turned its not-so-flexible head, and there was a crackling sound at the joints of the bones. When it raised the rusty broadsword in its hand, Scorpius also quickly rushed to the stove where the house elves cook on weekdays!

The black-haired Slytherin licked the corner of his lips, only he knew how violent and powerful the beating of the heart was in his chest at this moment.

Scorpius wondered if he could...

Oh well, don't think about it, dear.Slattery, the fourth grader, took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. If he could hear the letter, so could he.

"coming."

Pansy's soft cry sounded in his ear.

Accompanied by this call, there was the clanging sound of a piece of tableware falling to the ground. After dodging the first attack of the bloody undead with an agile back jump, Scorpius quickly jumped onto another stove—— moment!The Taomu sword was shocked!The slender and flexible body of the fourth-year Slytherin was as tight as a string. From Draco's perspective, the broad wooden sword covered half of the boy's handsome face, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed. , the face suddenly changed to reveal a trace of determination and indifference, the tip of the sword swung down, and the tip of the toe slowly opened to the same level as the shoulder, which was a standard swordsmanship.

"This guy probably looks good in those oriental robes." Behind the stove, Draco said in a proud tone that he didn't know where he came from, with the look of "my family has just grown up".

"Oh, shut up, Draco's father." Pansy rolled her eyes, her fingernails pinched the edge of the stove with some nervousness, she stared at Scorpius' every move, and said without turning her head , "If you're determined to be a competent parent, you shouldn't have tricked Scorpius into your bed—"

As soon as Pansy finished speaking, on the other side, the young Slytherin involved in her words also moved. He almost calmly avoided the attack of the blood-colored undead in an orderly manner. In the process of avoiding, his robe followed Every movement he made rolled into a wave, and after turning over a few times in a row, with a soft drink from the young man, the mahogany sword was firmly held in his hand and he stabbed forward blindly, the stove cracked a huge In the gaps, the limestone splashed in all directions, as if an invisible sword energy scattered fiercely!

The shield in the hands of the bloody undead fell to the ground, and its movements were obviously paused, as if it didn't understand why there was a type of magic that would cause substantial damage to it - but Scorpius didn't stop, his sword The magic is still going on, at first glance, in the ordinary swordsmanship, the sword is powerful, and suddenly, the whole empty kitchen begins to vibrate, the wind whistles outside the window and beats the window like countless ghosts, and the glassware at the foot Explosions one after another!

The bloody undead once again raised his broadsword. Its movements became swift and agile. It jumped onto the stove without hesitation, and surprisingly threw the broadsword in its hand. It was rusty but stained with blood. As if controlled by a pair of invisible hands, the broadsword aimed at the fourth-year Slytherin extremely quickly!

However, Scorpius seemed to have expected it. With a clean and neat back, the invisible sharp sword passed by his cheek, and the broken hair fluttered. The fourth-year Slytherin turned his right wrist and sent it lightly, and the entire wooden sword was blown away. He hangs vertically into the top of the kitchen.

"Oh, I remember this!" Behind the stove, Pansy was surprised from ear to ear. "This was performed by Professor Wenxin on the Quidditch pitch - remember Draco! He didn't blink at that time." Killed a dementor!"

"Of course I remember," Prince Slytherin's voice sounded very calm, his thumb lightly rubbed his lower lip, his silver-gray pupils narrowed, "I thought Scorpius wouldn't know this."

I don't know when I secretly seized the time to study hard...in order not to be heard and compared to the past?Under the stinky skin with a hippie smile and dawdling around, he is really an unexpected and competitive guy.Clenching the wand in his hand, Draco's breathing became a little quicker—the young man bathed in the golden sword light not far away took all his strength of mind, and the fast-spinning mahogany sword gradually became more and more There were many phantoms, and the sword formed a golden circle and flattened in mid-air. When the young man standing in the center of the light circle smiled and raised his index finger to his lips, Prince Slytherin couldn't help holding his breath—a drop of bright red Blood dripped from the bitten fingertips, Scorpius panted lightly, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and flicked the drop of blood onto the mahogany sword in the center of the aperture!

"The dull and melodious popping sound of the barium spring, with a pleasant rhythm like popcorn just out of the oven, was blessed with blood, and the golden light flourished, illuminating the entire darkened place like the most dazzling sunlight. In the kitchen, just like what Wenxin did back then, on the stove, the young man moved slowly and steadily, steadied his horse, and pointed his fingers towards the place of the bloody undead—”

Thousands of Swords Return to the Sect!

Countless illusory peach wood swords floated up, and the sword tips pointed at the only bloody undead in the kitchen as if they had gained life. All the mahogany swords flew out, piercing the chest of the blood-colored undead with a dazzling golden light-every time a sword was pierced, the undead ghost would take a step back, hundreds of illusory swords repeated again and again Piercing that invisible chest one by one—on the stove, the fourth-year Slytherin wiped the sweat from his brow, and squatted down lazily.

When the broadsword flew out of the hands of the blood-colored undead due to loss of strength, the fourth-year Slytherin raised his lips and whistled. He raised his hand and hooked his fingers lightly. At that moment, the golden light was dazzling, and With the blood-colored undead as the center, the whole light burst out, and the wailing and roar of the resentful spirit resounded from above the kitchen, and the strong wind stirred up by the resentment almost destroyed everything around!

Scorpius was shaken by the hurricane of resentment. At this moment, a powerful arm stretched out from behind, easily dragging the fourth-year Slytherin off the stove.

He raised his head and looked at a pair of silver-gray pupils without any surprise.

"Good job," said the Slytherin prince condescendingly.

"...I didn't expect that I could succeed." He leaned forward and rubbed the corner of the opponent's lips. The fourth-year Slytherin smiled and hugged the platinum nobleman's neck. "Growing up in adversity, I'm really a fighting genius."

The face that was rubbing against the neck of the senior Slytherin was moved away by pinching his chin, "I'll leave those outside to you too, genius." Draco said flatly.

"..."

Scorpius returned to his expressionless face, he stared at Draco for a while, and then realized that the other party was not joking.

In the kitchen, with the disappearance of the bloody undead, the hurricane gradually subsided, and everything around finally became quiet.

"Haven't you heard that the big move can only be used once?...Well, my dear prince, my suggestion is: take the children and hug my grandfather's strong and thick thighs!"——