[HP] Noble

After Draco finished speaking, he really remained silent for 5 minutes.

5 minutes later.

"——The Nimbus series is a comprehensive broom that combines the speed of a comet with the stability of a silver arrow. In my opinion, the so-called 'comprehensiveness' is actually synonymous with moderation—I never believe that there is a 'full broom' in this world." Therefore, in the current World Cup, the teams of various countries are not very interested in the brooms of the Nimbus series..."

"..."

"Respond - notice, I seem to be talking to you, Mr. Great!"

"I thought you weren't going to talk to me anymore." Scorpius honestly looked at Draco's perfect profile and said sincerely.

Draco squinted at him, curled his lips mockingly: "Yes, now I'm really going to start thinking about it seriously."

"It sounds like you don't like the Nimbus series very much." Scorpius skipped the subject very sensibly, and chose one that would appeal to Draco—

Obviously, he succeeded. When the topic returned to the category of Quidditch, Draco's attention was almost immediately attracted. The so-called broomstick Slytherin raised his eyebrows arrogantly , replied almost without hesitation: "Yes, if the Nimbus 2000 is not the latest broom for non-professional events on the market, I will not buy it at all-now, Porter also has one, you Guess what happened?"

"How about it?"

Draco snorted, with his nostrils upturned: "The result is that I will never use the Nimbus series again."

"Paranoid."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Smiling lazily, Draco arrived at the Quidditch pitch without anyone leading the way - no doubt Lucius, one of the board members of Hogwarts School, had led him His son has been to Hogwarts.And at this moment, the empty Quidditch pitch has been occupied by the Gryffindor Quidditch academy team——

"It seems that what Potter said is true. They have a practice match?" Goyle narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the center of the field, holding a huge wooden box that hadn't been put down yet, the captain of the Gryffindor academy team, Wood.

"Of course, since I could smell something called 'stupidity' blowing in my face from a few hundred meters away, I can't think of any other Gryffindors unless there's a large group of Gryffindors gathered here. The second situation." Prince Slytherin smiled meanly, and even though there were a lot of empty seats on the Quidditch pitch, he still stubbornly bypassed the stands of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, It wasn't until he came to the Slytherin stands that he stopped and chose a place with the best view to sit down.

Scorpius sat down next to him in his acquiescence.Now, not far away from them, Potter has already ridden on his new broom with excitement, and flew up into the sky, even if he follows him all the way, the Slytherins can easily see this At this moment, the Gryffindor golden boy had a bright and happy smile on his face. He rode the brand-new Nimbus 2000, and flew around the Quidditch field a few times flexibly and lightly—

Porter, at least in Scorpius' opinion, was a pretty good flyer for a beginner.

but……

For Scorpius, watching a person flying around in the sky on a broomstick is very boring - even if the one on the broomstick is the Slytherin prince who swept the whole school... in the past time , only under the strong request of Draco, he will reluctantly sit on the Quidditch pitch for a while, watching the heroic appearance of the Slytherin prince in the sky——

But looking at Potter—and looking at 11-year-old Potter, I'm sorry, I really don't have that patience.

Yawning unabashedly, the fifth-year Slytherin narrowed his eyes slightly, and nudged Prince Slytherin next to him with his elbow: "Are we just going to sit here and watch Potter fly around?"

"No," Draco snapped back, and then corrected emphatically, "we're sitting here waiting for Potter to fall off the broom."

Scorpius rolled his eyes in his heart, and said slowly and expressionlessly: "But compared to watching Potter being sent to the hospital wing, I would rather go to the kitchen to get some snacks, and then warm up Sitting in the Slytherin common room sipping hot tea."

The black-haired Slytherin finished speaking, and glanced back quickly at Goyle and Crabbe - if Scorpius' eyes were not broken, for a moment he was very sure that he saw in the faces of these two door-like boys. Absolute support and approval... But it is a pity that in front of Draco, nothing they say counts.

At this moment, far away from the Hufflepuff stands, the platinum nobleman had already used his eyes to kill Weasley on the Gryffindor seat next door——

Scorpius can guarantee that if you let them stare at each other like this, within 3 minutes, one of them will pull out his wand... and then things will get out of hand-of course you can't count on it Goyle and Crabbe can persuade them to fight or something, because under the leadership of Draco, these two stupid big men who can only eat at present are only trying to make themselves look more fierce than platinum nobles!

"Draco, are you here to watch the game or to find fault?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain?" The platinum nobleman finally retracted his gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly in disbelief and scanned Scorpius from top to bottom, "What's so worth watching in such a clumsy game like Gryffindor?"

...So you're here to find fault?

Well, this is indeed more like your style.

On the Quidditch pitch, Wood had already blown his whistle, and all the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team rose into the air - Scorpius saw the Weasley twins, riding to school The brooms I used, one of which was visibly bumpy because there were too few hairs on the broom tail.

They giggled from left to right and surrounded Harry with big wooden sticks the size of their arms. Although they seemed to be careless, anyone with a discerning eye could see that because of their existence, the Bludger released by Wood didn't get close at all. Even a little bit of Harry - even though Fred and George were like two giant Bludgers themselves.

Scorpius watched the trio fly for a while. During the process, he probably gave Wood the meaning. The Gryffindor savior boy who played Quidditch for the first time looked around nervously, as if looking for what -

"He's looking for the Snitch," Draco said dryly. "The Red Mole was right, they really did use Potter as Seeker."

"You'll be a good Seeker too," Scorpius said sincerely.

"No, actually, I prefer the position of batter than seeker." Draco pursed his lips. While speaking, his silver-gray pupils chased the slow-moving sky in the sky without stopping for a moment. Moving Potter, "...but my father said that if I wanted to play for the Quidditch House team, I had no choice but to be Seeker - because he felt the other positions were too dangerous."

"Hmm." Like your dad would say.

Scorpius made a sympathetic look.

"But it's okay." Draco quickly restrained the emotion on his face, "For me, no matter what position I play, I can play well."

"of course."

——Scorpius almost couldn't stop smiling, because he suddenly remembered the Quidditch game that Draco played against Durmstrang on behalf of the Hogwarts school team when he was in his fourth year. Back then, Draco, who was playing with Potter for the first time, was playing in the batsman's position, and in fact, as the Slytherin prince said, he played very well.

One is almost amazed at the power of the Slytherin house Seeker as a batsman.

It was a good Quidditch match - they lost, but in that case, the losers were mostly professionals - and even Durmster with a Quidditch star For Ron, there was really nothing to be ashamed of.

Cautiously glanced at the platinum noble next to him who said disdainful words but was actually engrossed in Gryffindor's practice match. Without thinking, he emphasized again: "I also think you will become a very good Quidditch player-no matter what position you are in."

Seemingly puzzled as to why he suddenly spoke nonsense, Draco temporarily turned his eyes to the smiling black-haired Slytherin beside him, but at this moment, a small accident suddenly appeared in the sky——

It was probably because Potter suddenly saw the Snitch, and the trio who had been almost lingering in mid-air in the sky suddenly moved—to be precise, it was Potter who moved first, and the Weasley twins moved before they were caught. The notification immediately showed their passivity. For a while, the original tight protective formation was disrupted, and Porter, who was the center of the team, had already slightly bent down and rushed towards a certain direction!

"Harry, slow down!"

"Hey dude - watch a bit - damn it, George look to your left -"

When one of the Weasley twins got the cue, he turned around and hit without looking, and slammed the Bludger that was trying to sneak up on him from behind and knocked him off his broom!

Scorpius followed Draco's gaze, and sure enough, the place where Prince Slytherin's gaze rested was exactly the same point as Potter's gaze, which was in the Ravenclaw stands, on the upper right of the college emblem On the other side, under the sunlight, there is a small golden thing shining with a cold metallic luster, flapping its wings quickly!

As the Gryffindor golden boy got closer and closer to it, the Snitch jumped but did not leave his capture range - so the boy on the broom slowly let go of his broom with one hand, and the second Let go of his broom with one hand, and now he has almost stood up from the broom——

Just then, Scorpius saw out of the corner of his eye, Draco's eyes narrowed sharply.

"Appeared."

Draco said flatly.

Almost at the same time, it seemed that there was something wrong with the adjustment of the balance posture. In the sky, the body that was getting closer and closer to the golden snitch froze suddenly. Immediately afterwards, Gryffindor seemed to be Like a bird that suddenly lost power in the sky, amidst the screams of people around him, he sank down with his broom at a frightening speed——

Scorpius wanted to take out his wand, but at this moment, he was held down by Draco——

"Don't act rashly," Prince Slytherin pointed at Wood, who had already pulled out his wand not far away, with a sharp chin, expressionless, and looked away, staring vigilantly at the top of the Gryffindor stands. Looking at their Weasleys, he grinned an extremely ironic and contemptuous smile, "If you pull out your wand now, not only will they not thank you, but most likely, they will think that Potter fell from the sky because of us."

"..."

Scorpius had to admit that he hadn't thought of that.

His hands dropped, and he stuffed them into his pockets. He stood on the spot and thought for a while. Then the black-haired Slytherin seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Draco: "You just said——something appeared?"

"Breakthrough." Draco replied simply, "What do you think I gave up the warmth of the common room, and the boiling hot tea, and stood here with the cold wind blowing and wasting time?"

"why?"

"Because since this morning, I feel that Potter is acting a little strange," Draco stared at the Gryffindor savior who was firmly placed on the ground below the Quidditch pitch after Wood cast a levitation spell Boy, "During the conversation with me, he seemed eager to leave—especially after I mentioned what happened last night, and he looked like he wanted to use Apparation to disappear from my face."

"so what?"

"So, I'm guessing he's got something that can be seen if he stands in front of us for a long time—I'm waiting for him to show himself," Draco said with a languid smile, "Now I've waited— —While catching the Snitch just now, I noticed that Potter's left hand seemed to twist a little inflexibly, which caused the Nimbus 2000 to lose control..."

Draco's words stopped, suddenly, he narrowed his eyes slightly, the smile still hung on the corner of his lips, Prince Slytherin sniffed his nose gracefully: "Do you smell a little different?"

Goyle and Crabbe standing behind Draco - in addition to a look of admiration, there is only a blank look.

On the contrary, Scorpius slowly frowned under Draco's intentional or unconscious reminder.

Looking at the expression of the black-haired Slytherin, the smile on the platinum nobleman's face finally showed a real smile. He dragged out his tone, and the early autumn wind almost blew his deep words into the wind...

"That's right, Gretel, Potter and the others met something last night, and—whatever they met, this group of ignorant Gryffindors got bitten by that thing."

Draco said, looking very satisfied with the results of this investigation in every way, very happy.