[HP] Noble

"Oh oh oh no Draco—"

Pansy looked up at the platinum aristocrat flying up in the sky with horror on her face. Her scream obviously did not bring any benefits to the rioting crowd. Because of her scream, Raitlin's hand that was about to turn over a page of the book suddenly stopped, and Scorpius looked up, just in time to see Draco lowered his body slightly, and the dragonhide boots brushed past the top of the tree in the Forbidden Forest look.

"!!!!!!"

The black pupils shrank suddenly, and Scorpius threw away the book in his hand and stood up, and roared Draco's full name in an angry way—a long string, including the middle name, Don't ask him why he can remember, in fact, even Scorpius himself is particularly surprised that Draco has been unable to remember his long middle name for black-haired Slytherin several times in the past few years And annoyed!

Maybe it's adversity that makes people resourceful?In any case, no one noticed Scorpius' faint roar amidst the chaotic screams at the scene.

The black-haired Slytherin strode towards the first-years who stood there stupidly and could only look up. Of course he was not nervous that Draco would fall from the sky, he was just afraid that if this The head of Slytherin happened to be walking through the corridors of the castle at this moment, and he happened to think that the weather was fine and looked out the window, only to see his godson flying up and down over the Forbidden Forest—

No matter how Professor Snape felt, there was no doubt that the final result was that he would take the skin of Scorpius, the "guide", first.

Scorpius took a deep breath and jerked out his wand. Three seconds later, he cursed and slammed his wand back into his trouser pocket—at this moment, it seemed that the scene was not enough Like a mess, in the mess of little devils, another one flew up!

It's hilarious. Is this going to be an early Christmas?

"Potter!" cried Hermione Granger sharply, "You can't - Mrs Hooch said we can't - Merlin, you've never touched a broomstick, you'll fall off! Somebody, please! Anyone is welcome - as long as they can catch them!"

At this moment, Scorpius just walked in front of them. At this moment, Scorpius finally realized what kind of ecstasy it was like to be bathed in that kind of gaze on Potter on weekdays——

All the kids in the first grade present turned their heads with a swish. Whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, they stared at the only senior present with piercing eyes. Realized that whether it was Malfoy or Potter, as long as one of them was dragged down, the other would follow naturally...

Just one person—

However, unexpectedly, the fifth-year Slytherin seemed to be frightened by their eagerly expecting eyes and shivered without hesitation. Slytherin immediately raised his hands high and stepped back: "No, that person must not be me."

"Someone has to stop them." Hermione paled, staring at Scorpius in disbelief.

But at this moment, Potter had risen steadily into the air, he didn't look like someone who was using a broom for the first time, amidst the screams and shouts, it seemed as if the boy who was the savior of Gryffindor had suddenly learned without a teacher Yes, when he lifted the front part of the broom slightly, the broom rose easily, and when he turned his wrist slightly, the front part of the broom also flexibly turned in the direction of his wrist——

For a comet whose front hair is nearly bald, such sensitivity is a joy to behold.

With a jerk, Harry aimed the tip of the broom at Draco not far away, frowning as he watched the Slytherin clutch the memory ball with one hand while the other lazily clings to the broom , looking at that leisurely look made people feel angry-except for the first time Harry seemed to have mastered the broom, after he raised his eyebrows in surprise, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin quickly recovered him That look of being beaten——

"What, Potter? You're going off instead of your mole friend?"

"Don't call Ron a 'mole'!" Harry yelled angrily. "Give him back Neville's Remembrall, Malfoy!"

"Just to borrow it," Draco drawled, "If you break the memory ball, I'll pay him back the classroom—speaking of which, hey, Weasley, you're giving up our bet." , did you? I don't think I said I could find someone to replace you, and the worst thing is that the person you're looking for is Potter..."

Draco paused.

"Oh shut up Draco! You can just stay up there by yourself," Scorpius looked up at the triumphant Prince Slytherin and the soles of his shoes, almost bursting with anger, "could it be Do you still want to pull someone with a carriage to accompany you in confinement?"

After yelling at Draco, without waiting for him to react, the black-haired Slytherin moved his eyes quickly, and shouted very severely: "Put down the broom! Mr. Weasley!"

Two meters away from the black-haired Slytherin, the red-haired Gryffindor seemed to have been electrocuted, and suddenly threw the broom that was about to be held in his hand far away!In such a tense atmosphere, there were still one or two incongruous people who were suppressed by this sudden episode and burst out laughing—Ron stood there blushing, when everyone's eyes were on him. Poor red-haired Gryffindor looked like he didn't know where to put his hands!

"Stop shouting, Gretel, let me finish." The platinum noble floating in the air lazily stopped the senior Slytherin.

"I'm afraid you're biting your tongue!" Scorpius mocked angrily.

Not angry at the other party's impoliteness, looking at the slightly flushed face of the senior Slytherin from an absolutely condescending angle, Draco found that from this angle, this face...is really very vivid.

Therefore, only a brief sneer was heard from the platinum nobleman, he was too lazy to argue with Scorpius, and he raised his eyelids, Draco glanced at Potter who was not far away: "Now, I have some bad news for you, Potter— —Even if you admit to giving up the bet, I don’t intend to return the memory ball to you.”

"—Bring the memory ball here, Malfoy!" Harry stared at Slytherin from the beginning to the end, "otherwise, you wouldn't want to know what it's like to be knocked off my broom!"

"Well, I can't wait to see it." Draco sarcastically gave the Gryffindor savior a half-sincere smile, and then, before anyone even saw how he did it, the broom easily flew in mid-air There was a 180-degree U-turn, and then, it rushed out like a rocket——

"I'm beginning to suspect that these brooms are all Firebolts wrapped in a comet shell!" Scorpius said painfully while watching from below.

"What's a Firebolt?" asked a Gryffindor boy next to him who looked at the excitement and was nosy.

"Oh, yes?" There was no Firebolt in this era, Scorpius scratched his head, "Nimbus 2000?"

"That's the latest model!" The Gryffindor boy's eyes lit up.

Scorpius: "..."

Now, he has discovered another advantage of Gryffindor: he can't grasp the point and is very easy to be led off topic. Talk to them, and you never have to worry about falling into an embarrassing situation.

At this moment, in the sky, Potter leaned down slightly, firmly grasping the front end of the broom with both hands, his speed was no slower than Draco, but the occasional pause when turning or rising in the air still revealed that he was a novice The fact that Draco dodged left and right, controlling the broom with one hand and holding the memory ball with the other, this appearance reminded Scorpius who was standing below vaguely of Prince Slytherin in Quidditch. Strange how he caught the Snitch on the field, when he nimbly made a 270-degree turn to avoid a rampage of Potter in the sky, led by Pansy, and the Slytherins began to applaud sporadically.

"You can't fly better than me, Malfoy." After another hit and miss, Harry looked coldly at Draco who also stopped not far away, "This is the first time I've touched a broomstick. "

"Admit that you are quite talented," Draco said with an arrogant cold smile on his pale face, before Harry could show his generosity, with a slight shake of his wrist, Prince Slytherin came from the sky With a gorgeous sweep of the end, he dropped a sentence, "But it's a bit worse than me... Oh no, correct me, it's much worse."

After finishing speaking, Prince Slytherin, who had ridden the comet out of the Firebolt effect, sank quickly and slid quickly against the grass for a while. Draco was accelerating, and if he was flying at a low altitude, he could easily roll onto the grass if he didn't control it well. , and in the process of flying at high speed, such an accident can even break the neck of a novice——

At this moment, even Scorpius couldn't help becoming tense. He watched Draco's every move. When he saw him switch the memory ball from his right hand to his left hand, this small movement made Draco The black-haired Slytherin was taken aback - quickly realized that Draco was just changing the hand on the broom, but at this point, Scorpius couldn't calm down no matter what!

So, when Draco pulled up the broom again and threw the memory ball in his hand at Neville's face, there was a gasp of surprise in the crowd. Behind Draco, Harry Potter Follow closely, and if one of them stops abruptly now, there is no doubt that they will crash into a ball——

The savior of Gryffindor obviously had good eyesight when he was wearing glasses. After a silver light flashed in front of his eyes, he quickly turned the direction of the broom, turned around and began to dive and fall——

His hair was blown up by the wind, revealing the scar of lightning action on his forehead, and the wind whistled against his ears, and at that moment Harry heard only a muffled "snap" in the sky. , Immediately afterwards, his whole body was violently shaken, and behind him, he heard a roar from Slytherin——

"Potter, you idiot!"

As Gryffindor dropped and turned without warning, the end of his broom slammed into Draco's broom, knocking them both off balance and Harry staggering - he knew he was going to It fell, but at this moment, in the green pupils of the Savior of Gryffindor, there was only the memory ball flying towards Neville at a fast speed——

I can catch it!

Harry let go of his grip on the broomstick, lifted his upper body slightly, and then, he lunged forward, firmly grasping the memory ball that seemed to have been slowed down countless times. At the same time, He felt the body of the broom shaking violently, and it was about to throw him out of the air at any moment!

at this time--

"—Hua Feng is calling!"

Gryffindor only had time to hear a short cry in an unfamiliar language from the crowd, and then he didn't even realize what happened, the whistling wind stopped in his ears, and a warm and powerful wind supported He helped him regain his balance, and his butt, which was about to fall off the broom, was also moved back to its original position by the wind——

Subconsciously looking back at the Slytherin behind him, Harry realized that, like him, the platinum noble at this moment was also entangled by a wind—even a stronger and more stable wind, and then , the picture in front of him flashed, and the two of them landed firmly on the soft grass.

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! You better explain to me—why did I see you two when the professor wasn't there! In the sky! Free! Flying!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked back, he saw the stern sorceress Professor McGonagall appearing on the lawn for some unknown reason at this moment. Twenty points each from Ryffindor and Slytherin! I can't believe it, if Mr Great isn't here..."

What, twenty cents? !

Harry felt a chill in his heart, but before he could speak, he was hit twice on the chest by Ron who jumped up on the ground. The surrounding Gryffindors didn't even care about the presence of an angry Professor McGonagall. He heartlessly cheered how the Savior Boy had done them a favor—the crowd of people overwhelmed him and blocked his sight.

Behind the boy, the savior of Gryffindor, Prince Slytherin, who had just landed, obviously did not show the gratitude that the rescued person should have. The fifth grade Slytherin who ran over here and grabbed him without approval, turned him over and over to see if there were any missing arms or legs, slapped him off and pinched his face to look left and right Draco glared at the black-haired Slytherin in front of him: "What kind of trick did you just do?"

"What trick?" Scorpius asked absent-mindedly as he lifted Draco's robes.

"That's the magic that put me down." Glancing at the senior Slytherin's wand firmly in his pocket, the platinum noble narrowed his eyes slightly, "Did you use a wandless magic just now?"

"What wandless magic? It's not—Merlin, Draco, your robe seems to have a hole in the canopy of the Forbidden Forest, and your next class is Potions class!" Scorpius lowered his voice, his face The expression on his face looked like he wanted to swear an oath to the platinum nobleman on the spot, he grabbed Prince Slytherin's wrist, and lowered his voice, "Promise me, Draco, hide it, and don't let Professor Snape see it." —Otherwise he will kill you first and then me!"

Draco: "..."

Scorpius was extremely serious: "I'm serious."

Under the sunlight, Draco found that the silver snake ring worn on the middle finger was extraordinarily shiny on the claw holding his wrist.

When the light of the metal material flickered dazzlingly, the silver-gray pupils shrank slightly.

"——How about it? In order for you not to be scolded and me not to be scolded, it's better for us to keep our mouths shut and keep this secret, how about it? Well, it's such a happy decision..."

In Draco's ear, an absent senior Slytherin was still babbling like an old man—

His face suddenly sank, Draco shook off the claws on his hand, raised his head, and gave a particularly contemptuous smile to the nervous black-haired Slytherin in front of him: "Depending on your mood, Gretel—you Better hope I'm in a better mood before next class."

"You completely bullied Potter for a round," Scorpius paused for a moment, then froze for a moment, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

"Actually," Draco put the stray strand of hair back where it should be, tilted his head, and gave the surprised Slytherin a sideways look, "it's not bad, it's really bad."