[HP] Noble

Meanwhile, Gryffindor Tower.

After a tiring day, the savior boy finally washed up and got into his warm bed at this time—huddled in the warm bed, Harry closed his eyes with satisfaction. He felt that the surrounding environment made him feel strange, as if he had belonged here for a long time... The soft bed and the fluffy quilt made him almost sleepy when he fell into the bed.

But he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart—yes, Harry Potter felt that all the bad things in the past seemed to be coming to an end, and now, he was about to embark on a better life without Dudley and the Dursleys !

He turned around, wanting to say something to Ron who had just taken off his coat and lay down on the bed next to him, but when he turned around, he saw his new friend huddled in the bed, His eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, and the worst thing was, for some reason, his face collapsed as if he was suffering——

"I'm screwed, Harry!" said the red-haired Gryffindor in despair, "I want to close my eyes and think about that Slytherin smiling—oh shit, What's wrong with me, there must be something wrong! ——You mean, it can't be that Slytherin secretly used some black magic on me, right?"

As Ron said, he shivered involuntarily.

"What? Which Slytherin?" Harry was shocked, turned over and sat up on the bed, staring at the red-haired Weasley in the next bed, trying to regain his sanity so as not to jump over and pinch his neck, "What Dark Lord, no, wait, that Malfoy you mean? You close your eyes and tell him—wait, Ron, wake up, that's not a smile." Harry corrected sternly.

Ron turned over with the quilt in his arms, and sighed: "My eyes are fine, Harry, except for those shallow little girls, who would fall in love with that big golden peacock—"

Ron's description made Harry burst into laughter. In fact, he felt that Ron's description of that Malfoy was very accurate... However, it is obvious that the Weasley family's little brother is not in the mood to joke now. At this time, his whole mood has DOWN to the bottom, and the excitement of the start of school has been swept away——

I never knew I would want to look at a guy more than once.

Not to mention a senior Slytherin.

Ron stared at Harry, who was laughing heartlessly on the opposite bed, in dismay, then sighed heavily, covered his head under the quilt, and didn't want to say another word!

So the next morning, when Harry saw Ron's freckles and a faint layer of dark circles under his eyelids, he was seriously taken aback—

"Hi, Ron, are you really all right?" Harry asked him cautiously on the way to the Great Hall.

"It feels pretty good," Ron said listlessly, carrying his schoolbag. "Probably because I have a flying lesson today, so I'm a little nervous—you know, our broomstick is so old that it flies faster than a dragonfly." Slow, but my mom never let me touch them! I grew up with only toy broomsticks and Merlin's socks, and thinking about it later I might not even be able to get the broomstick puppet to jump into my hand , I can hardly tell anyone that I'm from the Weasleys—”

Harry listened patiently, and just as he was more than happy to comfort his friend with the fact that he had "never seen anything on a broomstick," Ron's babble stopped abruptly, leaving the Gryffindor savior boy puzzled He raised his head and looked up, following the sight of the red-haired Gryffindor beside him, he saw two people rushing not far away——

In fact, to be precise, it should be one walking fast in front and the other jumping and chasing behind.

"—Well, Draco, I didn't mean to say that, I just wanted to remind you to be safe out of good intentions."

"—how do I never know when I know you well enough for you to call me 'Draco'? Gretel! Sir!"

"—well, you're always right, so what should I call you? 'Little Dragon'?"

Not far away, the conversation between two Slytherins, one big and one small, in dark green robes came to Harry's ears verbatim. There, unexpectedly there will be a thick-skinned guy.

In Harry's sight, the black-haired Slytherin followed that Malfoy into the auditorium, shrugged, the Gryffindor savior boy turned his head and was about to call Ron to hurry into the warm auditorium together Go, who knows that when he turned his head, he saw his friend once again showing the collapsed expression he showed under the quilt last night——

Harry sighed.

"—well, Ron, what's the matter with you?"

"I don't know, Harry." Ron looked at Harry as if he was about to cry, "It's just that what I can confirm now is that that Malfoy is really more annoying than I imagined—now I completely agree with him." You're on the front line, buddy!"

Harry stared at Ron dumbfounded, and was about to say something, when a girl with shaggy brown hair hurried past them, and just as she was about to pass them, the same The girl in the Gryffindor robe stopped abruptly, she turned her head, and when Harry realized that she seemed to be the girl in the same carriage as them on the train, she brushed her hair condescendingly ——

"Although I don't know why you are here staring at the backs of the two Slytherins as if you were in a daze," Hermione Granger raised her eyebrows high, using the domineering expression she was used to. He said quickly, "But if you don't hurry up, maybe you will be late for the first class after breakfast."

After finishing speaking, without giving a reaction to the two Gryffindors who were standing blankly at the door of the restaurant, Hermione turned around neatly, holding the frighteningly heavy book in her arms, and pushed open the door of the auditorium with her shoulders like It disappeared behind the door like a loach.

Harry: "..."

Ron opened his mouth wide and stared: "What does she want? Who misses spring? Me? I don't!"

Harry touched the tip of his nose depressedly, and said honestly, "I don't know."

Ron: "She's trying to get our attention, Harry, because I think she didn't make any friends yesterday!"

"...I hope so."

Harry gave a dry grin, and dragged Ron into the Great Hall after a Hufflepuff—in fact, that Granger was right about one thing: don't be too happy. Soon, they're really going to be late.

……

Draco was talking to Goyle and Crabbe about Quidditch when Harry and the others entered the Great Hall.

As a "guide" who just took up his post, Scorpius Great sat helplessly beside Prince Slytherin, and while taking the time to spread butter on his toast, the black-haired Slytherin There was a miraculous discovery - when Potter and Weasley walked into the auditorium, Draco's voice was twice as loud as before... oh, of course it's not the nonsense kind, although, it's about the same as that .

Scorpius raised his eyebrows subtly. If he didn't know that Draco and Potter were so ruthless, he almost thought that the "Draco's first love" he missed was actually the green-eyed Potter.

Thinking of this, Scorpius couldn't help turning his head to look at Draco again: But then again, this guy's eyesight can't be that bad, right?

"Look at what?"

When Scorpius was caught off guard, it was as if Draco had grown eyes on the back of his head after he had made a wonderful save on the Quidditch pitch with the adoring Golkopp last second. She turned her head abruptly, and when no one could say "one, two, three" with her silver-gray pupils, she suddenly looked up at the dazed black pupils.

Scorpius stared at the familiar silver-gray eyes in front of him for a long time, and really couldn't figure out where this little kid was hostile to him——Draco sat on his ass at the beginning of the school dinner Before they greet each other next to him, they can still talk normally.

So Scorpius showed an awkward smile: "Aren't you hungry, Draco?"

With a turn of his silver-gray eyes, Draco, who was about to turn his head back to continue talking to Goyle, stopped. He turned around, as if he had completely given up on correcting the Slytherin beside him. After thinking about it, , Draco showed a malicious smile, and asked Scorpius: "Can you play Quidditch?"

"...in a little while." Scorpius replied vaguely.

The smile on the corner of the Platinum Noble's lips showed a hint of sarcasm: "That is not possible."

"It's still a little bit." Scorpius corrected, and he didn't have the nerve to say that he didn't really like this kind of silly sport of chasing a few balls in the wind and rain, if it wasn't for being caught by Draco occasionally Forcibly asking for sparring a few times...

Draco made a look of surprise—a rather punchy look, in fact: "How many moves can you do in mid-air?"

Counting turns, stops, and takeoffs, it would be—

"Three."

"Oh, then I can't blame you," looking at the black-haired Slytherin who turned his head to pour pumpkin juice for himself - the platinum noble's silver-gray pupils were full of malice, But there was a not-so-sincere look of regret on his face, "That must be because the person who taught you how to play Quidditch is not good enough."

Draco fell, Scorpius shook his hand, and half a cup of pumpkin juice was poured out of the cup.

His eyes widened, and he turned to look at Draco - that smug little face.

Now, Scorpius is sure he's heard the funniest joke of the year, one worth jotting down in a notebook to review every day—

I'm so sorry, brat, but my Quidditch skills all come from one man, and his name is Draco Malfoy.