[HP] Noble

Of course, Scorpius didn't understand who Draco's personality was like when he said that the wind is the rain—in his impression, Mrs. Malfoy was always like water, very gentle, while Mr. Malfoy seemed to have nothing all year round. What a change of mood... Draco's anger as he lay unconscious in his hospital bed was fleeting.

Seeing that the Slytherin prince who was walking in front was about to step into the potions classroom, Scorpius only had time to grab his arm and drag him into the corner forcibly and cast a poor sewing spell on his robe—— Draco had always been the master of the two of them for this sort of family spell.Sure enough, when the black-haired Slytherin looked up, he saw undisguised disgust on the face of the first-year platinum nobleman.

"Are you really a fifth year Slytherin student?" Draco said with exaggerated disbelief written on his face.

It just hurts so much. "Well," Scorpius put away his wand and puffed out his chest, "it's true."

Draco glanced at the shiny prefect badge out of the corner of his eye, his delicate and pretty face was particularly sarcastic: "Are you the only fifth grade student left?"

Scorpius was taken aback: "What?"

"Otherwise, why would the prefect badge be in your hands—" Draco replied impatiently, he lifted up his robe, and looked at his French-made senior robe through the sunlight from the corridor window—the one on top The large patch scars left by poor suturing spells are simply horrifying.Taking a breath, he raised his head abruptly, but stared at a pair of completely defenseless and innocent black pupils without any warning. Draco suddenly got a little angry, threw off his robe vigorously, and rushed at the The innocent senior Slytherin growled in a low voice, "Thank you! My robe is finished! I bought a limited edition in Paris during the summer vacation!"

"What? Is there any difference? I thought the word 'limited edition' was only valid for those shopaholic girls... Uh," Scorpius raised his hand, facing the "How dare you Say a word and I'll cast a curse on you" furiously, showing a dry smile, "Pretend I didn't say anything."

Looking at the senior Slytherin who was smiling rascally in front of him, Draco suddenly felt that his chest was stuffy and panicked. He snatched his schoolbag from Scorpius and said viciously: "I can't tell the difference anymore." Who is the leader between us, Mr. Great!"

Slamming the schoolbag, which was obviously much heavier compared to other students, onto his shoulders heavily, Draco just took a few steps forward, and when he lost his mind, he almost bumped into the boy who was laughing with Harry. Ron Weasley -

"Hey, look around, Malfoy! Do you have all your eyes in your nostrils!"

The red-haired Gryffindor raised his eyebrows, having stopped talking to his companion.

Again.

Scorpius patted his forehead with a headache.

"——I don't think so," amidst the snickers around, Draco calmly raised the corners of his lips with a contemptuous look, "does it make you feel particularly safe on the ground? Mole, half When you stood on the ground like a fool with your head up and watched Fei a few hours ago, you were not so arrogant."

The laughter grew louder - this time, led by Pansy, and the first-year Slytherin grinning.

When the pain was brought up again, Ron looked like he would faint from anger at any moment.

"..." After a mixed Slytherin and Gryffindor flying lesson, followed by a mixed Slytherin and Gryffindor potion class, the person who arranged the schedule is absolutely amazing - Scott Pi thought with a headache, he couldn't believe that Dumbledore didn't do it on purpose.

However, not far away from him, a group of children who were waiting to watch the excitement in a state of excitement did not seem to have heard the sound of the preparation bell. They stood at the door of the potion classroom and continued to watch——

"Speaking of which, why are you still here, Potter?" came the drawn-out voice of the platinum aristocrat, "Did Professor McGonagall approve you to take all the classes at Hogwarts before packing them up and going home?— —That’s right, you can’t come here in vain, transporting a student here and then having to transport it back the next day, Hogwarts Express will be annoying even if it’s an inanimate thing.”

Draco has always had the ability to easily piss people off, and without seeing that face, Scorpius can imagine that beauty at this moment is full of complacency and schadenfreude.

…Though, personally, he found Draco's particular Hogwarts anthropomorphic tropes cute, eh.

There was silence.

This time, Harry Potter didn't say anything abnormally, just when Scorpius was trying to push through the crowd to see if Draco was bullying someone and crying, Ron's voice sounded again in the middle of the crowd The voice—surprisingly, it was more smug than Draco's: "You lost this time, Malfoy, and you'll never catch up with Harry! Do you think Professor McGonagall punished him? No, never mind, now Harry is the youngest Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, ha, you know what I mean - Quidditch team! Seeker !Thanks to you!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and even the senior students passing by couldn't help but stop and look into the crowd to see what happened after hearing Ron's words... After the silence lasted for a few seconds, the crowd buzzed. it rang—

"Seeker? Potter?"

"This is impossible……"

"No first-year student has ever been on a Quidditch team..."

"...But the Daily Prophet said Potter didn't all live in Muggle families, how could he play Quidditch?"

Harry felt that the eyes on his face from all around made him feel a little nervous. Although he tried to imply that he was used to it, Harry found that his face flushed uncontrollably, and he stretched out his hand under the cover of his robe. He tugged his companion's sleeve slightly - but ruthlessly, Ron, who was in the mood, shook him off.

Seeing the expression of utter surprise appearing on the face of this seemingly forever invincible Slytherin kid in front of him, it was a delight to see, and at this moment, Ron felt as if his tail was going up to the sky——

"Malfoy, do you have anything else to say? Is it your turn to think about packing and going home?"

—Okay, Weasley, don't say a word and no one will think you are dumb!

Now, Scorpius tried his best to push through the crowd, and now the situation is reversed, he must go to see if Ron has bullied Draco to cry - Quidditch is Draco's sensitive point, sacred Infringement, the red-haired Weasley's move is simply a nirvana!

When he finally squeezed into the crowd, Scorpius grabbed Draco's hand that was about to pull out his wand for the second time, although in the eyes of others, it looked like a senior Slytherin general Prince Slytherin pulled him into his arms in a protective posture!

"Hey Gretel, it's nice to develop a relationship with Malfoy!"

A passing sixth-year Slytherin yelled cheerfully from beyond the crowd.

"Oh, shut up if you're going to help, Noot!" Scorpius scolded without looking back—in fact, Scorpius didn't take Biga Nott's joke to heart at all, Although at this moment, in the eyes of most people around him, as a senior, he seems to have overprotected Draco Malfoy...

At least at this moment, because of Nott's words, Ron Weasley's face turned red and white, and the complacency just now was wiped away——

But Scorpius, who lowered his head and focused on Draco, didn't notice this. At this moment, Scorpius could clearly feel that when he grabbed Draco's hand, the opponent's The arm struggled hard, and then at a certain moment, it dropped reassuringly. Realizing that this was an opportunity, Scorpius forcefully pulled Draco's hand out of his pocket, At this moment, he heard a deep and contemptuous laugh from the depths of the Platinum Noble's throat——

Scorpius loosened his paws, and withdrew his hand in fright, almost useless.

Whenever Draco laughed like that, someone was in trouble.

"Well done, Potter, I sincerely congratulate you." Prince Slytherin protracted the end of each word, and the corners of his lips curled up gracefully, but when he looked at the Gryffindor savior in front of him, he smiled It didn't reach the bottom of those silver-gray eyes, "This is indeed something worthy of congratulations. A first-year Seeker, Wood must be very happy, right?"

Looking at the Slytherin in front of him, Harry couldn't help showing a surprised expression: How could he know Wood?That's the Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team...

And the Slytherin in front of him is obviously a freshman who just enrolled yesterday like him.

He didn't expect the other party to know about the intricate relationship of the ancient pure-blood magic family. At this time, Prince Slytherin just looked at the hand that was quietly taken away from his arm from the corner of his eye. He paused, realizing that his His arm finally recovered, and he lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice: "The Gryffindor Quidditch team has already lacked talent to this extent. If it was me, I just want to walk behind and work hard." Cover your face instead of running in front of people and showing it off."

Draco's words made Ron paler, and before Harry could stop him, the red-haired Gryffindor jerked out his wand and pointed at Draco's nose— —

"Shut your mouth! Malfoy! You're just jealous!!"

The surrounding first graders gasped in unison—but Scorpius smiled, just like he did back then, clenching and pulling out the wand was actually just an instinctive reaction, and during most of the first year of school For the graders, all that could now be shot from the front of their wands was a few flickering sparks...

Rather than duel with wands, it's quicker to poke your opponent to death with a wand.

So His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin, who also knew this very well, just slightly raised his eyelids at this offensive behavior, he chuckled, and then moved the tip of Ron's wand with one finger, "Never try to use your wand against Look at me, Weasley," Draco said dryly, "otherwise, you'll regret ever coming to Hogwarts."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for any reaction from the people around him, Draco regained his laziness. He raised his foot and kicked Goyle's ass, which was blocked by the door, like a young master, motioning for him to Hurry up into the classroom and don't block the door——

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that this seemed to be the rhythm of class coming soon.

A confrontational farce was ended by Draco arbitrarily and forcibly in this way-in fact, neither of them took advantage of it.

Harry's face was particularly ugly when he was given the "shortage of talent to the point of starvation" because of his joining the college Quidditch team.

And on Draco's lazy little face, the gloom in his eyes is completely lingering-it's impossible not to be jealous, first-year students are not even allowed to bring their own brooms to school, and Bo Special, but he joined the Quidditch Academy team in such a grandiose manner!

Why!

Angrily, Draco randomly found a place to sit down, and the rest of Goyle and Crabbe, who had not received the order, stood by and looked at each other—at this time, only Blaise, who always had a smile on his face, slapped his ass without fear of death. Sitting next to the cold Draco.

Squinting at Goyle and Crabbe from the corner of their eyes, the two big men sat down at the table behind Draco and the others with a sigh of relief.

Stretching his neck, he stood outside the classroom and looked in. Seeing that Draco sat down obediently and took out his potions textbook despite his unsightly expression, Scorpius heaved a sigh of relief. Hearing something, he turned his head subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw a professor walking quickly not far away—with a sallow face, black hair hanging like a curtain next to him, and when he walked, the black robe fluttered behind him. It looks like a living vampire bat!

"What are you doing here? Mr. Great." Suddenly, stopping in front of the Slytherin prefects, Professor Snape lowered his voice and hissed, "Did I remember wrong? I I thought the fifth grade class was Professor McGonagall's transformation class."

——If I hadn’t been here, you would probably have seen your godson standing in the hallway fighting Gryffindor at this moment——I don’t know how much of the Dark Arts Draco learned from Lucius in the first year , judging by his level in the third grade, by the time you come, Weasley will probably have been chopped up and hung up everywhere!

Thinking of this, Scorpius shivered on his own, bowed deeply and prepared to make a grand exit, but unexpectedly, he was stopped by Professor Snape just two steps away——

"Have you nothing else to say, Mr. Gretel?"

Pretty sure I didn't.Scorpius turned his head in doubt, and shook his head calmly.

So, a creepy smirk appeared on the Potions Professor's face: "It's a pity that I—— didn't take good care of my guide, and let him act willfully like a cat without the presence of the professor." Flying around like flies in the sky, come to my office after eight o'clock tonight for confinement, and I will re-teach you the duties of being a prefect and how to be a competent leader."

After finishing speaking, Head Slytherin shook his robe fiercely, turned around smartly and strode into the potions classroom.

On the top of the head, the piercing ringing of the official class was deafening. In the empty corridor, except for the cold wind, only the Slytherin prefects who were dizzy and stunned by the dean's series of words were left.

There is nothing you do not know, Dean!

And how innocent I am!

Scorpius turned around angrily, raised his feet and ran all the way to the classroom of the transformation class, thinking while running——

Draco wouldn't be able to escape if he was put in confinement, at least he should learn how to be an elegant and low-key first-year Slytherin!