[HP] Noble

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his heart skipping a beat and then beating wildly.

"Literally, Potter," Draco replied, his silver-gray pupils gleaming in the dim Quidditch exit corridor, "the reason why the Hellhound is rated four stars is not because It's big enough to be silly—”

Draco's words probably implied something, anyway, Goyle and Crabbe laughed foolishly.But Gryffindor's expression suddenly became not so good-looking, he clenched his fist, and forced a punch to hit the beautiful face full of sarcasm in front of him, biting his back molars, Harry almost He paused every word: "I repeat, Malfoy——no! Call Hagrid again! Stupid!"

"You don't care about that." Draco didn't deny at all that he was mocking Hagrid. On the contrary, his little meanness made everyone understand immediately and made him look proud. Putting a lazy posture in his trouser pocket, Prince Slytherin curled his lips, "Hellhounds are magical animals with a dangerous level of four stars, but just like mountain trolls, the IQ of this big animal has never been very high— —Don't stare at me, Potter, that's what it says in the book, if you have the ability, you can go to the desk of the person who wrote the illustrated book in the Ministry of Magic—the reason for such a slow-moving, mediocre destructive magic, and low IQ Animals can be placed in the same class as Kapi (a horse-shaped water monster) only because its saliva is very corrosive."

"Go on, Malfoy."

"No way, Potter."

Harry took a deep breath, and finally realized that according to the "information exchange" he had said before, it might be his turn now. He moved his gaze away from the face of the Slytherin in front of him, and glanced at it with some vigilance. The other three people standing behind him seemed to sense his gaze, Draco raised his lips and said, "Goyle, Crabbe, wait for me in the common room."

After a pause, he turned his head to look at Scorpius again, and said in a completely non-discussive tone, "You stay here."

Goyle and Crabbe walked away without complaint, and when everything seemed to be in order, Draco twisted his head back and looked at Harry: "You can talk."

Harry rolled his eyelids and glanced hesitantly at the senior Slytherin standing behind Draco - what he said next was important, and he didn't even want to tell any of the Slytherins if he could Lin, in fact, was almost beginning to regret why he hadn't just gone straight to Professor McGonagall.

"He's right here, Potter, I'm not going to bargain with you." Draco urged lazily, "I want to know what the hellhound you're talking about is guarding."

"If you dare say it, Malfoy—"

"It's no use threatening me, because I won't take you seriously." Draco interrupted Gryffindor almost rudely, but before the other party had time to turn around and walk away, he didn't hesitate Added, "But I can promise you that I won't tell the fourth person—well, neither will he."

With a simple sentence, Scorpius was brought along by the great Prince Slytherin.

Harry took a deep breath, looked around, and finally lowered his voice and spoke at an unusually fast speed, quickly telling what happened after he entered Diagon Alley, including the arrival of him and Hagrid in the depths of Gringotts. The Gryffindor boy took a moment to narrate the unidentifiable thing he took from a bank somewhere in the city, and finally, the whole story ended with him meeting Draco for the first time in the clothing store.

What Harry said made Draco ponder for a moment, then turned his head and exchanged a look with Scorpius - well, it was his one-sidedness to be precise, because the latter's look was particularly blank.

Draco couldn't help the corners of his lips twitching, and wanted to tell the Gryffindor in front of him, "Look, I just said that you don't worry, because this guy doesn't understand at all", but he finally held back and looked at Harry smiled without much sincerity: "You mean, that half-blood giant took you to the depths of Gringotts to fetch something belonging to Dumbledore?"

"Yes."

"What, Dumbledore's dentures?" Draco looked serious, looking like he wasn't joking at all.

"I think it's something a little more precious than that," Harry replied with a broken look, "No one would put their dentures in a bank thousands of meters underground!"

"Ordinary people really don't," Draco smiled briefly, "but Dumbledore is an old lunatic, if you can often read the Daily Prophet, you can find that he has a great achievement It was discovering various uses of dragon dung—excuse me, how can a normal person be obsessed with a pile of animal excrement every day?"

Scorpius: "..."

As a prefect, Scorpius wasn't sure he wanted to stand here and listen to a first-year brat dislike their great Mr. Headmaster.

Resisting the urge to cover his chest, Harry tried to keep his face expressionless, and said dryly, "My guess and Ron's is that something like that is either extremely valuable or extremely dangerous."

Draco insisted stubbornly: "But dragon dung is much more precious to Dumbledore than Gallon."

Scorpius said with a headache: "...Okay, Draco, stop."

Harry found that at this moment he could only pretend that he didn't hear anything the Slytherin in front of him said in order to keep himself breathing smoothly. With a numb face, he said mechanically: "That's all I know, all I told you—whether you're interested or not, now it's your turn, Malfoy."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Put your hand up."

Hearing this, Harry hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his arm.And Draco muttered something in a low voice and waved his wand, only to hear the sound of tearing cloth, and Harry's sleeves immediately burst open - the Gryffindor boy was so frightened that his eyes widened, Immediately took a big step back, which made the Gryffindors who were not far behind him, who were always watching their every move, extremely nervous. With Ron taking the lead, they began to ask Harry what happened in nervous voices in twos and threes son.

"It's just a tearing spell," Draco frowned. "Don't make a fuss, Potter, although the next time I raise my wand at you, there may be someone who doesn't want to take your whole hand. Chop it off - well, now look down, see your wounds? Yellow, never scarred, like abscesses, and just need a little prodding to make you bleed out For a moment, this is the typical look of a Hellhound saliva wound."

Harry lowered his head, the smell of blood on his face made him want to vomit, but he suppressed the urge so as not to look too cowardly, he just glanced at his bloody wound and immediately looked up. At first, the green eyes looked at Draco flickeringly: "What should I do?"

"Madame Pomfrey can't help you anymore." Draco smirked, "And the very exciting news is that there are four choices in front of you now - it's simply too wide, Don't you, Potter?"

Scorpius listened, and subconsciously glanced at the expression on Draco's face—almost at the first second, he could judge that none of the next four options would be true for Potter. good news.

"First, find Professor McGonagall, get scolded by her and lose your Seeker qualification to save your life."

"If I decided to find Professor McGonagall, I wouldn't be able to come to you." Harry replied with a sullen little face.

Prince Slytherin seemed particularly gloating: "Then the second thing is to find Professor Snape. After he peeled off a layer of skin, he might consider giving you a bottle of hellhound saliva thinner."

Harry thought about Professor Snape, and when the big gutter nose and black eyes gleaming with malice popped into his mind, the Gryffindor boy shivered involuntarily, and refused without thinking: "Impossible, a worse option than Professor McGonagall - he will give me poison!"

Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that the relationship between the great savior boy and the Potions professor has always been terrible-after the re-establishment of the Order of the Phoenix, this relationship may have eased, but before that, it was definitely ice and fire This will never coexist!

"What a fussy troublemaker, Potter," Draco said with an unpleasant expression on his face, he dragged out the end of each word, and pursed his lips twice, "Third, go to our The greenhouse of Ms. Sprout, the professor of herbal medicine, if you can find the mature needleweed in the greenhouse, chew it up, and apply it to the wound overnight-of course, there is nothing in the greenhouse except what you want In addition, there will probably be occasional plants that make people stunned or shocked when touched, and you will pass out in the greenhouse, and then die in a coma in a safe and painless way, good luck, Potter."

Now, with every word Draco said, Harry's eyebrows were about to fly into his forehead hair - none of the three listed by the Slytherin in front of him was tempting.

Of course, as long as it is a way that can make Harry's heart, it is definitely not a way that can make Draco's face beam with joy - and unfortunately, the expression on Slytherin's face now happens to look like Christmas. It's like the festival is coming early.

Harry cleared his voice: "I noticed, you said earlier - four options?"

"Yes, the fourth option is 'wait for death'." Draco replied deadpan.

Scorpius: "..."

Harry: "..."

Harry swore that in the future, if it wasn't necessary, he would never say a word to the Slytherin in front of him again—no, it's better not to even look at him!