[HP] Noble

Facts have proved that Harry Potter seems to be born to stimulate Draco - at least in Scorpius' view, as long as there is Potter, Draco's little heart can't calm down at all ...Well, to be precise, Draco never felt comfortable for a day as long as Potter hadn't been kicked out of Hogwarts.

The next morning, as Draco was grimly clutching a piece of toast smeared with butter and fresh raspberry jam, he watched Potter and his friends happily sitting at the Gryffindor table Above, owls flew in from the skylight in groups. This time, the commotion caused by the owls was slightly better than yesterday, because people's eyes were almost attracted by a few long-eared owls——

At the same time, these owls were circling down from the skylight with a long package. In fact, except for Draco, few people seemed to receive such a large package, and this time, the eyes of these owls were clearly Not at the Slytherin table, so at this moment people are looking up with interest to see who has received the package - of course, if the person who received the package can open it immediately and let them Even better, see what's inside!

Accompanied by the sound of a metal plate being knocked to the ground, the six long-eared owls landed heavily on the Gryffindor long table, and the long package was thrown in front of the Gryffindor Savior with great joy. ——

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously turned his face to look at Draco. Unsurprisingly, Prince Slytherin's face was like the prelude to a storm, and he looked very regretful why Potter and the others didn't go on a night tour yesterday. disappear into some random dimension hidden behind the doors of strange rooms at Hogwarts.

"Harry! What is this?!"

— Loud voices belonged to Weasley the Red.

"No, I do not know."

——This is Potter himself.

"If you receive an unknown package, it's best to give it to Professor McGonagall for inspection."

— Hermione was right.

"Shut up, Granger!"

...uh, feuding Gryffindors.

Amidst the commotion, another owl flew over. This time, this ordinary barn owl just threw a very ordinary letter in front of Harry, but, obviously, this very ordinary letter became It became the last straw that crushed the endurance of platinum nobles——

"How welcome, Potter cherub!" Draco said in a grotesque voice in a deliberately high-pitched voice.

The words of the Slytherin prince caused a small burst of laughter on the long Slytherin table - amidst the laughter, Scorpius looked sympathetically at the Slytherin prince whose reason and IQ had been eroded by anger, and then couldn't help it Glancing at Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy, who were very supportive and smiling beside Draco—the black-haired Slytherin suddenly felt that the reason why Draco had such a terrible desire to express himself was probably related to these people. Unconditional flattery and unscrupulous brats cannot get away with it.

After breakfast, Draco took Goyle and Crabbe to stop the Gryffindor temporary duo in the corridor - behind them was a helpless fifth-year Slytherin.

It's just that Scorpius followed to maintain world peace.

With the master's face full of reluctance and hostility, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin raised his proud pointed chin condescendingly, snatched the unopened package from Potter's hand, and Amid Gryffindor's yelling and warning, Draco held the package in his hand and weighed it, the expression on his face paused, and then, his slender pale fingers slid on the two sides of the package - respectively Head and tail, and then, Draco scowled, tossing the package back to Potter intact—

"It's Nimbus 2000."

Draco's face was mixed with a series of complex emotions such as envy, jealousy and hatred. Of course he knew that first-year students could not bring brooms, but he also clearly remembered how Ron Weasley was in the same corridor yesterday. Smugly showing him the name of the Gryffindor Quidditch House team's new Seeker.

The platinum noble didn't seem to care at all about the surprised expressions on the faces of the two Gryffindors standing opposite him——

"You can tell what broom it is just by touching it?" Ron yelled after quickly exchanging surprised looks with Harry, "How is that possible?"

"Of course it's possible, Mr. Mole." Draco glanced at him sarcastically, "I spent the whole summer vacation on this model of broom—why, do you really think I'm going to be like Hodge?" Foolishly playing with a toy broom the professor said?"

The look on Ron's face made it obvious that he thought so.

"Don't be complacent, Malfoy." Harry frowned, "I'll overtake you, it's just a matter of time—you just got in touch earlier."

Draco smiled perfunctorily, dragged his tone, and glanced at him arrogantly: "We'll wait and see."

Scorpius thought Draco seemed a little too arrogant—

Quickly glanced at Professor Flitwick not far away, who was full of faces and wanted to join him, the black-haired Slytherin finally couldn't help reaching out to grab Draco, but unexpectedly the latter shook him ungratefully. opened his hand.

Draco stretched out his hand and stopped the Gryffindor duo who turned around and wanted to leave: "Potter, I haven't finished my sentence yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

"I have nothing to say to you, Malfoy." The Savior of Gryffindor replied coldly.

"Don't worry, if I can, I don't even want to stand in the same space as you and breathe the same air... What I care about is that you seemed to have something to say last night?"

"What?" Harry subconsciously asked back, his face was cold, and he was not as amiable as he was with other students on weekdays, "I don't remember what else I have to say to you, Malfoy."

"No, of course you have." Draco smiled gracefully, and calmly stopped the Gryffindors in the direction they were about to leave again. He put his hands in his pockets and stared at Grid The face of the savior of Ranffindor finally revealed the reason for stopping them today, "What did you see last night, eh?"

The platinum noble's words completely shocked the audience——

What Scorpius didn't expect was that this guy's obsession with getting to the bottom of the matter could be so deep.

What Harry and Ron didn't expect was that the Slytherin in front of them actually remembered the loophole of the moment when they accidentally leaked the truth last night, and remembered it very straight to the point until today!

But, no matter what they saw - Harry thought, there was no way they could tell the Slytherin in front of them, so...

"We didn't see anything, Malfoy," Harry replied coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it," Draco chuckled. "As long as the facts exist, I will always figure it out—but the day I figure it out is the day you are kicked out of Hogwarts."

Scorpius: "..."

As a friendly reminder, it might be pretty cool if you don’t add the second half of the sentence, now I only see childishness, Draco—but now at least one thing I’m very sure of, that is, your paranoid attribute probably originated from childhood is set.

"Whatever you want, just let the horse come here." Harry smiled indifferently, and then grabbed Ron who was stunned in place—he was almost used to his buddy's appearance, as long as there was that senior Stuart With Leitlin present, Ron's reflexes were always two or three beats slower than normal!

When Ron staggered closer to him in a trance, Harry quickly glanced at the people present, pursed his lips slightly, and said politely, "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving—" —Wood and they're still waiting for me to take my new broom to the Quidditch pitch for my first practice."

Of course Harry is not stupid and cute - for example, now, he can easily catch Draco's rhythm -

For example, what kind of posture can easily offend him.

The Gryffindors turned and left without looking back, leaving a group of silent Slytherins—Scorpius patted Draco on the shoulder silently: "As he himself said, join the ball in advance Team, it’s just that you have a little experience... When you are in the second grade, you can still surpass him.”

"..."

Uh, no response?

I am so affectionate to appease, but there is no response?

Looking down, Scorpius regretfully found that Draco's face didn't seem to be any better because of what he said, so the fifth-year Slytherin thought about it seriously, and added: "When the time comes, you Can beat him as a rookie."

This time, Draco finally responded: "Newcomer?"

"kindness?"

Draco smiled: "You say I'm a newcomer?"

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "That's the funniest joke I've heard this year."

...Huh?Then why don't you not smile and look like you're ready to tear me apart?Scorpius was silent, knowing that he seemed to say something wrong again, so he honestly fell into the same ladder as Goyle and Crabbe, and followed Slater who was striding away like a complete little follower. Behind Prince Lin.

"Draco."

"doing what?"

"You know, our protection team relationship should be terminated after Halloween..."

"Thank you, the only slightly encouraging piece of good news I've heard today," replied the Prince Slytherin sarcastically.

"If possible, I think you'd better not mess with Potter all day, after all..."

The Slytherin who was walking in front slammed his feet and turned around murderously: "After all what? You also think that if I duel with the stupid Boy Who Lived, he will beat me to pieces?"

Draco spoke very fast, so fast that Scorpius almost couldn't do it. He blinked, and suddenly realized that the first-year Slytherin in front of him seemed to be in a state of complete rage... Finally realized that standing on his own What was in front of him was just a first-year kid, not a grown-up Draco - which just happened to mean that his unreasonable level would double up and turn up a few somersaults.

Scorpius sighed, knowing that he seemed to be asking too much. When facing Draco, he couldn't help confusing him with the full-fledged Slytherin leader seven years later, and now However, the Slytherin leader who was in danger during the Great War is still at an age where he would be annoyed because he couldn't play Quidditch...

The black-haired Slytherin could only smile compromisingly: "I'm just afraid that if no one is watching, you will use those magics to hurt your classmates."

Hearing this, the anger on Draco's face subsided slightly, and he snorted coldly.

Scorpius squatted down - so that he remained at the same height as Draco, he stared at the platinum nobleman in front of him seriously, and said almost word for word: "Promise me, you won't be here In the corridors of Hogwarts - even in front of everyone, using magic that... you know you shouldn't use on the table."

"On the table?" The first-year Slytherin raised an eyebrow. "Dark magic is nothing to be ashamed of."

"But the current situation doesn't allow it."

Before coming to this era, Scorpius had carefully read the newspapers at that time. At this time seven years ago, people were panicking over the rumors of the resurrection of the Dark Lord... Scorpius was worried for no reason. What happened, but now that he's standing here, he doesn't want people to look at his future partner with weird eyes...

Vaguely, he suddenly remembered that when he was in the first grade, Draco in the third grade seemed to use the same very tough attitude, strongly forbidding him to use all the Taoist spells he learned from his grandfather... Yes, When he used a wind spell to save Potter, who was about to fall into mud, on the Quidditch field, Prince Slytherin's furious appearance seemed to be still vivid in his memory——

Now Scorpius suddenly understood...

Draco was amazing not because he saved Potter, but because he put himself in a dangerous situation.

Thinking of this, the black-haired Slytherin unconsciously raised the corners of his lips. Unexpectedly, when the positions were switched a few years later, he suddenly understood Draco's thoughts back then.

"..."

But at this time, seeing the other party's suddenly erratic eyes and the extremely sweet and disgusting smile as if thinking of something, Draco closed his mouth, and he stared seriously at the serious black-haired Slytherin in front of him After watching for a while, after a brief silence, Prince Slytherin seemed to have finally compromised, and impatiently clapped the hands on his shoulders, and said in a muffled voice, "I see."

Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, and finally came back to his senses: "Huh?"

"My father warned me about these things," said the little Slytherin prince impatiently, his pale face suddenly stained with pink blood for some reason, "so you don't need to emphasize to me...I want There are plenty of ways to torture Potter without . . . without using those spells."

After thinking about it, Draco added with disgust on his face: "He doesn't deserve it."

Scorpius smiled, and under his smiling gaze, Prince Slytherin returned to the arrogance he was used to, slightly raised his proud pointed chin, turned around and walked ahead——

Scorpius caught up with him in two steps and walked side by side with him: "Where are you going?"

"The Quidditch pitch."

"What are you going there for?"

"Look at how Potter was knocked off the broom by the Quaffle," Draco replied as a matter of course, then suddenly paused, thought for a while, narrowed his silver-gray pupils slightly, and turned his head to look around Smiling black-haired Slytherin, "Why are you laughing so disgustingly?"

"Ah?" Scorpius was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips. Then, the smile on the corner of his lips widened, "Because I thought of someone."

"who?"

"Don't tell you."

"You mean, when you're talking to me, you're thinking of someone else? And you're not even going to tell me who that person is!" Draco said critically, with a pretty little face It was full of dissatisfaction, "You really should learn about politeness, Mr. Gretel! Otherwise, I will refuse to talk to you properly in the future!"