[HP] Noble

Since the new professor Draco Malfoy took office, Potions has become the most troublesome subject for Scorpius Gretel.The never-ending random exams, the difficulty of making potions that almost drive people crazy-oh, of course, every test has thousands of horses and horses falling on Professor Malfoy's neatly ironed suit trouser legs Next, however it seemed that the new potions master thought that at least one prefect should not be included.

"Well done, Mr Gretel - as a prefect, of Slytherin, I - the Head of Slytherin House and the Potions Master's own prefect, yet another 'p'! You're going to fail the semester by the end of the semester, aren't you?"

The door of the Potions classroom was pushed open, and as the class bell rang, the youngest and most handsome professor in Hogwarts history walked in.Throwing a lot of answer sheets from the quiz in the previous class like trash on the teacher's desk that was originally used to make potions, behind him, the weakly creaking and swinging door seemed to illustrate his anger— ―"Tell me, what are you going to do with the fresh Mandrake after you grind it and add it to the Malthys solution?"

In full view, Scorpius reluctantly stood up from his seat, moved his mouth, and rolled his eyes where no one could see.

However, although he didn't directly see the student's disobedience, Professor Malfoy was obviously still waiting for his answer - and was so determined that he didn't plan to continue the class without a satisfactory answer, he raised his eyebrows : "Excuse me? Please speak louder."

"Create Black Magic Wound Cleanser! Professor!"

"No, you want to blow up the entire potions classroom!" The fifth grade Slytherin was interrupted, and the silver-gray pupils moved slightly on the podium, "It seems that ordinary labor services are not helpful to your memory , perhaps we'll finally find a good way to help you remember that 'only amphora is the only material for making black magic wound cleansers'--start your class now, and turn your books to page 230-nine--"

Two hours later, the get out of class bell rang.

"—Stop making potions, and hand in your creations in clear jars."

As the bell rang, the students under the podium frantically turned off the fire and filled the potion they had just made. Draco slammed the half-read book shut and ordered with a blank expression.Standing on the podium, he watched a group of students obediently put Maerba abscess water in various states on the shelf next to the podium, then carefully walked around the work shelf, and walked in a file from the podium. Leaving the classroom, except for a few girls who stammered "see you tomorrow, professor" with blushing faces, the classroom was so quiet that it didn't look like class was over.

"The day after tomorrow is your deadline for submitting your paper on the herbal properties of sneezing - don't try to fool me with copy from the sources, I'll find out - overdue."

When people walked towards the door of the Potions classroom, Draco rested his chin on one hand and reminded lazily.

Finally, after the last student left——

Oh no, of course not the last one.Curving the corners of his lips, Draco raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly—the door of the potions classroom was slammed shut—this was originally a simple magic without a wand, but there was no need to panic. Hibiki apparently frightened the student who was at the end of the teacher who was dragging his feet.

Scorpius filled the prepared potion into the pre-prepared bottle, startled by the loud closing sound of the door.Raising his head suddenly, and blinking, he realized that the classroom had disappeared at some point, and on the podium, only Professor Malfoy was left leaning on the podium with his arms folded and looking at him.

"Dumbledore allows me to use any means to educate students who will never be able to teach," Draco said slowly, showing a terrible smile, "Aha, let's recall what he said 'As long as the three Unforgivable Curses are not included, appropriate punishment can really help save adolescence'—he finally found a little bit of Slytherin goodness in all those years of Gryffindor education, didn't he?"

Putting down the medicine bottle, Scorpius, who couldn't say "yes" in this situation, could only nod stiffly under the gaze of the other party.

"Now, come here." Draco said contentedly, "and take off your robe."

"What?" Scorpius' eyes widened, he could almost predict what would happen next, "But Professor, you can't..."

"No, I can." Draco said irresistibly, "Do as I say, and you won't want to know the consequences of disobeying me!"

Scorpius walked resignedly to his Potions Master, and as he did so, his hands were still busy trying to get the robe off - oh, the good news is it wasn't cold enough to snow outside yet, The bad news was that summer was over, and when the short-sleeved school shirt was exposed under the robes, it was chilling enough to give one's skin chills in the Potions cellar.

Familiarly, he folded the robes he had taken off and placed them neatly on the shelf on the other side of the podium. When he turned around, at some point, the only young professor beside him had already held his magic wand in his hand—hawthorn wood, Unicorn hair, ten inches long, the extremely familiar wand gently slid on Draco's slender and neat fingertips... Different from the hands of the previous potions professor who had been infected by potions all year round and turned a little yellow, the platinum noble's Hands are very beautiful, like a professional pianist in the Muggle world.

Scorpius turned his head and looked at him blankly, and finally focused all his attention on the tip of his tongue licking the corner of his lips, almost lost his mind—then he seemed to vaguely hear that the other party asked him to take off his pants , oh yes, take off the pants, along with the panties.

In the Potions classroom? !no way!Thinking that 10 minutes ago, this classroom was crowded with students, and Scorpius' cheeks seemed to have been scorched by fire. He took a cautious look at Draco again, and then found that the other party seemed to be He wasn't joking, and the other party was still under his gaze, impatiently raising his pointed chin—this was urging him: do it quickly.

Scorpius had no choice but to do as he said.When he pulled off the belt and took off his trousers and panties to his feet, his firm buttocks were immediately exposed to the air. He moved uncomfortably, and was about to say something, when suddenly, his buttocks were slapped Something made him let out a small scream from his throat.

It's Draco's wand.

With his own wand, he lashed Scorpius' buttocks again and again-every stroke seemed to use a little force, and the red, long stripes were quickly printed on the skin, because of this, Scorpius Pi's whole body tensed up. At this moment, he felt a big warm hand caressing the place where he was stabbed. The cold touch made him almost jump up nervously—— "do not move."

Draco made a laughing voice, and then he unhurriedly parted the buttocks of the fifth year Slytherin. Behind the gap, a pink pussy was uneasy because it was exposed to the air. The ground opened and closed, and a dull moan came out of his throat. Regardless of the other party's stop, he inserted a finger and thrust it lightly.

"Now you can start reciting your potion formula, Mr. Gretel." The potion professor ordered coldly.

"What, what?" Scorpius half-lyed on the desk in the front row, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

Draco poked his second finger in without hesitation as his answer, Scorpius let out a cry, and began to stumble, trying to find his most familiar potion formula in the chaos of his mind—however He found his mind went blank when those two nasty fingers started to go in and out side by side - "Grind, grind the horn of the horned camel into powder, then chop the ginger root and mix it together - put - oh my For goodness sake - mix it well, put it in a test tube - no, please don't -"

Scorpius' voice became intermittent due to panting, Draco could hardly hear what he was saying, his fingertips were poking in and out again and again, when Scorpius finally got used to it, he found that it was not The two fingers that kept making trouble behind him completely retreated, and wanted to look back suspiciously, but was slapped mercilessly on the buttocks—"Continue." The other party said almost coldly.

"In a test tube, set up a cauldron—"

Something reopened his hips.

"Control the temperature to medium heat, 15 minutes—"

A cold, hard and smooth thing was inserted into his back hole, and amidst Scorpius' screams, Draco's cold voice sounded, "Twenty-ten minutes, Mr. Great, as punishment—"

After finishing speaking, he pinched the thick, long, smooth test tube, and twitched in the opponent's meat hole—the fragile glass vessel opened his entrance, and swallowed the clean test tube with difficulty. , the test tube that was polished shiny by the labor service students, from the transparent glass tube, you can fully see how the pink inner wall is swallowing it with difficulty... At this moment, Scorpius is lying on his stomach On the table in the first row, his feet were weakening, and he could barely support his weight—"Then," he sobbed loudly, stammering, "then add wild boar quills, and along the way Stir clockwise for 10 minutes—”

"Don't cry, kid." Draco said softly, but he didn't stop his hands. "If you pass the test next time, you won't have to take this—"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and lightly stroked the front end of Scorpius who didn't know when it stood up quietly - this seemingly unintentional movement made the people under him tremble violently, Draco smiled heavily Getting up, he went around behind the boy, and unknowingly, unzipped his trousers—at this moment, Scorpius' lower body was completely naked, and his upper body was still neatly wearing his school uniform .However, as the person who punished, Draco's clothes were on his body intact, and from the gap of the zipper, his size was absolutely stunned, hard and thick, and he couldn't wait to jump out!

When the test tube finally left Scorpius, only the fifth-year Slytherins themselves knew how insane it was to have that smooth, chunky thing slide through their bodies.

Suddenly, he flew into the air and fell into a warm embrace.

He let out an exclamation, and then found that the people behind him picked him up easily—they walked around the first row of desks, returned to the podium, and then something happened that made Scorpius blush, Della Co put him on the podium, facing all the seats—the podium was full of reading materials and lesson plans handed in by the students, and Scorpius’ skin directly touched them—“Imagine, If you are still in class now." The Potions Professor coaxed softly, and slowly opened the tightly closed thighs of the person in his arms, "Under everyone's gaze, you open your legs—"

"No, don't do this..."

Scorpius resisted weakly and unconvincingly, and as the price of his resistance, in the next second, a thick and long thing covered with veins broke into his body mercilessly!

Then came the Potions Professor's panting, which was almost scorching hot. His movements were reckless and powerful, and the entire podium was pushed from its original place because of his movements. Now, from the moment the class bell rang, I was looking forward to it, the platinum nobleman Finally got his wish, buried himself deeply and powerfully in the body of the fifth-year Slytherin.

His fingers slid all the way along the smooth skin, he thrust between them, skillfully stretched out his fingertips to caress the place where the two of them joined, when the person in his arms became extremely sensitive and trembled violently due to shyness, he Pushing hard, the other hand hugged Scorpius' knees, and went around to appease the other's hard, teary cock—"Oh, no..."

"We've got to find a way..." Draco sighed contentedly, "to make you always remember the difference between a mandrake and an amphora—"

"Yes, sir." Scorpius almost wanted to cry aloud from the vigorous rubbing of the back of the intestinal wall and the gentle kneading of the front.

"Butterfly wing powder and never show me you trying to put it in slug slime-"

Draco pressed Scorpius heavily on the podium, and forcefully twitched his hard cock that was about to explode in the soft and wet hole-when the other party was lying on his ear almost crying and let him slow down. At one point, and began to recite the medicinal properties in the Potions Dictionary intermittently and honestly, he stabbed deeply, and in the scream of Scorpius' shifting tone, he erupted the hot liquid deeply.

At the same time, a cloudy liquid sprayed the Potions Professor's absolutely expensive suit jacket.

Even though it was summer, Scorpius' hair was damp from the strenuous exercise, and it felt softer and warmer to the touch.Putting the person in his arms down from the podium, Draco insisted on putting him on the desk in the first row even though his limbs were limp, and then squatted down himself, half-kneeling on the ground, giving He put his pants back on.

"You're in the right position to propose, Draco." Scorpius covered his eyes with his hands, and bitterly sarcastically sarcasm this messy demon.

"And I'm primly putting your pants on, boy," Draco said calmly. "You don't mind if I propose now, do you?"

"I don't care, but I will refuse you without hesitation." Scorpius looked up, and when he looked at the pair of silver-gray pupils, he was defeated and lay down on the table again, he raised his foot , let his Potions Master put on his shoes with peace of mind, "You actually spank my ass with a wand—I'll never be able to look at your wand again—and the podium—Merlin's beard, From now on, how can I keep a calm attitude and copy my class notes completely?"

"You worry too much." Draco snorted coldly, let go of Scorpius who was dressed neatly again, stood up, walked to the shelf where the students put the finished potions just now, and glanced, "Hurry up and put Hand in your homework, or there will be another 'p' waiting for you!"

"...in my seat," Scorpius sat up, and said dryly, "I don't want to see such things as test tubes in my life again, go and get them yourself."

The potions professor, who was full of food and drinks, swept away the indifference in the classroom before, smiled very tolerantly, and walked towards the back of the classroom—"By the way, is the marriage proposal you just said serious? Want me to do this?"

"No, professor, you can't propose to your students." The fifth grade Slytherin sitting in the first row said to his dean without looking back, "Don't scare me, you have to have the heart Why don't you give me the questions for the next quiz?"

"dream."

"...Stingy, hum."