[HP] Noble

Of course, Scorpius couldn't be foolish enough to really cheer—Draco said he wouldn't trouble Potter and the others, but that didn't mean he wouldn't fight back when the Gryffindor golden trio came to him automatically— —And in fact, this happened to be... Uh uh uh, judging from the current frequency of the two sides blocking each other, it really makes no difference whether Draco takes the initiative or not.

Just as the corners of the black-haired Slytherin's lips twitched and tried to organize his words to ridicule Draco, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin who was sitting beside him suddenly became quiet. As if he had discovered something extraordinary, before Scorpius had time to ask him what he had found, he found that the telescope in his hand had been snatched by Draco——

"Hey!"

"Shh!"

Draco frowned slightly, and pointed the telescope at Potter in the sky - at this time, the Weasley twins had already approached Harry nervously, and they would not be able to do so before Mrs. Hooch gave any instructions. They dared to step forward rashly and make moves, but this definitely did not prevent them from knocking every Bludger flying towards Harry into the air!

"It's not something wrong with Potter's Nimbus 2000."

"Huh?" Scorpius was stunned, and turned to look at Draco. At this moment, the first-year Slytherin sitting next to him looked solemn, and he was holding the telescope in his hand tightly, silver-gray His pupils were blocked behind the telescope lens, which made Scorpius unable to see the emotion in his eyes. It seemed that he felt the senior Slytherin beside him was looking at him. Draco turned around and looked at the telescope very seriously. Just put his hand directly on Scorpius' eyes, and aimed at the Potter who was still hanging there in the sky—

"See what's different?" Draco leaned closer to Scorpius' ear, and when he spoke, his warm breath sprayed all over the black-haired Slytherin's neck—

This freezing weather was suddenly blown with hot air, and Scorpius shrank his neck subconsciously, and then said uncertainly: "The frequency of shaking is like a drum washing machine."

"Roller... what? What is that?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "Can you please stop talking about the topic without discussing it with me!"

"Ask yourself what I see differently!" Scorpius snorted his nose unconvinced.

"What I want you to see is—" Draco stretched out his black gloved hand, cold leather against Scorpius' chin—now, Draco squeezed his chin with two fingers , pushing his face up and twisting it slightly to a strange angle... It's strange because Scorpius found that this position put his neck in an awkward position, tired panic.

"See?" Draco's voice sounded right next to his ear again.

In the telescope, Scorpius could easily see every tiny movement of Potter in the sky. The Nimbus 2000 was desperately trying to throw its owner off itself like crazy, and at this moment with Quidditch Potter, who was in Odd's special non-slip gloves, seemed to be a little exhausted, his glasses had already been thrown out - at this time, most of the Gryffindors stood up from their seats, all staring at Watching their Seekers...

Mrs. Hooch has already flown into the air, and the other professors seem to be still on their way. It is absolutely impossible for only an adult to rescue Potter who is in mid-air. If it is not good, Huo Qi Mrs. Qi may even be kicked off his broom by Potter because of lack of strength!

And Scorpius finally saw the long-lost paleness on Professor McGonagall's face—this witch, who was not young and had always been serious and rigid, would only show such an expression when the situation was out of his control.

"I let you see Potter's broom." At this time, Draco's cold and indifferent voice sounded again in Scorpius' ears, "I didn't want you to watch a show—look carefully at his broom, its vibration frequency, Direction... what did you find?"

Scorpius snatched the binoculars from Draco's hands - this somewhat caused a murmur of dissatisfaction from the platinum aristocrats, and at this moment the black-haired Slytherin was in no mood to care whether Prince Slytherin was because of Dissatisfied with being disturbed from being so close to him, he adjusted the lens of the telescope while aiming the lens better at Potter—

Zoom in, zoom out, the camera stops, and the camera rotates 37 degrees.

This time, Scorpius saw clearly what Draco was saying—he was right. Although Potter's broom seemed to be beating erratically, it almost needed to be observed carefully. You will find that his broom maintains three vibrations and one large swing, and during this whole set of movements, the tip of the broom of the Nimbus 2000 is always pointed in a certain direction!

Such a frequency made Scorpius feel very familiar, and he always felt that he seemed to have seen it somewhere...

"This, this looks..."

"It's like there is a small movement that is used to when waving your own wand." Draco lowered his voice and completed Scorpius' words, "Do you understand? In the wizarding world, many advanced wizards can tell at a glance What kind of spell the opponent is about to use can be seen based on the gesture of the opponent at the moment of the shot. Some people like to lower their wrists when using the wand, and some people like to shake the wand-these are personal habits. If you don’t pay attention, You can't help but show it when you cast a spell."

Draco's voice was deep, but not as magnetic as he was when he was an adult, but now he still seemed to have a childish voice, when he told Scorpius these things without haste , but accidentally let Scorpius overlap him with the adult Slytherin leader...

Amazing observation.

Terrible decision making.

And, make the most accurate judgment in the most appropriate time.

These things, didn't come out of Draco all of a sudden, although they weren't obvious, but they had already quietly appeared on this Slytherin when he was in first year-when sitting with a few of them The Gryffindors outside the stands would only look at the sky and scream, but only Draco noticed the real point.

...Of course, the existence of the possibility that Draco felt nothing to be excited about because the man in the sky was Potter could not be ruled out.

Putting down the binoculars in his hand, Scorpius turned around and searched the crowd behind him!

The action of the black-haired Slytherin made Draco raise his eyebrows in surprise——

Draco's eyes were full of doubts.

Because in his opinion, that's the end of what he can find out—knowing that someone wanted Potter's life, but he didn't know who that person was and where he was hiding. After all, for Draco Say, almost the entire Hogwarts students are crowded here now, even if the Gryffindor group is not counted, there are still hundreds of people!

However, unbeknownst to Draco, that didn't mean Scorpius couldn't find the man.

Because Scorpius knew one of the downsides of control spells.

This shortcoming can easily allow him to find out who is the real caster of the spell—in a control spell, if a certain object is manipulated to perform physical movement, then during the movement of the object, he will involuntarily The center of gravity of the object itself tends to the direction where the caster is - because generally speaking, the spell is emitted from the caster, so this direction is definitely the place where the magic power is most concentrated.

In fact, this is the pattern that Scorpius himself discovered when practicing this type of spell, because for ordinary wizards, most of them don't do much research on Muggle physics, which leads to their It's hard to spot a difference in something during this process.

——For example, if an object floating in the sky and moving at a quasi-uniform speed suddenly falls from the sky while moving, then in the cognition of Muggles, it should be moving in a parabola. It fell in a straight line like this, and people could almost express doubts immediately.

But wizards are different.

In their world, because there are too many possibilities, they usually ignore the characteristics that some things themselves will have. Some states and to consider the nature of this phenomenon.

Scorpius vaguely remembered even Draco being a bit surprised when he brought up the possibility of this evil of control spells - when in fact, after their series of experiments, they finally confirmed that Scorpius Pi is right.

Dumbledore even wanted to offer five hundred Galleons to encourage Scorpius to apply for a laboratory or something.

...Uh, but it didn't work out, although Scorpius was very tempted, but Draco didn't think so... The old-fashioned platinum nobles don't think it's a good thing to be involved with Muggle things all day long.

[——I don't want to smell Weasley on you when I go home one day, but you know, if you study Muggles, they will definitely come over. ] And so, the plan fell through.

... Well, the topic seems to be getting a bit far.

Right now, Scorpius' eyelids were trembling, and he quickly glanced over the crowd behind him one by one - because he clearly noticed that the tip of the broom was always pointed at the Slytherin stand during the beating of Nimbus 2000... the crowd It looked a bit confused, and Scorpius couldn't find out who was causing trouble, but this did not prevent him from seeing Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger sneaking over from under the seat like thieves.

The corners of the black-haired Slytherin's eyes twitched. Although he didn't think Hermione could detect the control spell with her current ability, he was sure that Gryffindors would appear in Slytherin's seats at least because What did they find... Their eyes followed Hermione's direction all the time, and subconsciously expanded the range of their possible paths. Finally, Scorpius' eyes fixed on Professor Snape sitting in the corner of the crowd.

At this time, under the shocked gaze of the black-haired Slytherin, the potions professor of Hogwarts was sitting upright in his seat. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to observe the hair hidden like a black curtain Afterwards, his sallow face was tense with tension, and Professor Snape was... whispering some spell.

Scorpius' heart sank suddenly.

But then, he quickly realized that the one who cast the spell couldn't be Professor Snape—

There is no evidence, just because Scorpius believes in his dean, based on the future that comes from him, the relationship between Professor Snape and Sirius Black... Tsk, that is the roller that is swinging around in the sky now Godfather of washing machines!

Although Scorpius found himself taking himself seriously when he vaguely popped the concept "so Professor Snape is Potter's godmother"...

Once he gave up the idea that Professor Snape was the murderer, Scorpius didn't even have time to think about what the Lord Slytherin would be doing if he wasn't the murderer - Scorpius hardly had time to decide to start looking for the murderer again. After 30 seconds, he immediately spotted Rocky sitting not far from Professor Snape.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor whose head was covered with bandages, covered in garlic and smelled of rotting corpses, he was also sitting upright in his seat, rarely yelling——

In his huge white sleeve, one can vaguely see the tip of a wand pointed in Potter's direction!

At this time, Ron and Hermione had already arrived behind Professor Snape, and they cowered under their seats and raised their wooden sticks—at the same time, Scorpius felt the Draco strung together in a jiffy—

Scorpius subconsciously reached out and pushed Draco back hard, and in return he received a few animal-like growls from the Slytherin prince.

"Those two Gryffindors!" Draco yelled at Scorpius angrily.

The latter calmly rubbed his ears, and pressed his fingers to his lips in a silent gesture. At this moment, his black pupils were extremely bright, and the anger on Draco's face even appeared for a moment. After a pause, Draco only saw the senior Slytherin in front of him curl up his lips, grab his hand, and pull him into the underseat together.

"Where are you going?" Draco said angrily - and has quickly drawn out his wand and pointed it at the two Gryffindors not far away.

"Go and catch the real murderer—those two Gryffindors have identified the wrong person!" Scorpius lowered his voice, and when he looked up, he found the lion cubs he just mentioned were standing beside him Not far away, staring at him, above their heads, one corner of Professor Snape's black robe could be vaguely seen hanging from the gap in the seat.

"Uh...Hi?" At the first second of meeting Scorpius' eyes, Ron Weasley looked like he was about to pass out at any moment, and he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "What a coincidence?"

"Ron!"

Hermione gave him an annoyed look, lowered her voice and growled in a low voice, the Gryffindor girl looked very helpless with her companions, and when Draco seemed to be rushing over at any time, Hermione didn't The only way is to take out his own wand first, squat down before everyone can move, and whisper a few words similar to spells.

Bright blue flames erupted from the tip of her wand, probably because of her mastery of the spell, the flames were small, but enough for Hermione to set Professor Snape's robes on fire.

Scorpius took a breath, and subconsciously turned his face to look at Draco—as expected, at this moment, the Prince Slytherin seemed ready to cast the Unforgivable Curse on these two brave Gryffindors at any time!

About 30 seconds later, there was a scream from the stands, probably Professor Snape found his robe was on fire, and there was a familiar growl and messy footsteps from Scorpius and the others—and this At that time, probably aware of the problem of accepting as soon as it is good, Hermione grabbed Ron without hesitation and started running back.

Draco reacted and wanted to chase, but was grabbed by the senior Slytherin beside him. He turned his head angrily, but saw Scorpius frowning: "Don't, you're gone too, I can't do it alone Come!"

"What can't be done!"

"I bet you that by the time Hermione and the others get out, they will find that even though Professor Snape is no longer chanting, Potter is still swinging around in the sky and maybe even more—I Didn't I say it before, they found the wrong person!"

Scorpius grabbed Draco and rushed all the way to Rocky's position. At this time, Rocky had already left his position, probably because of the commotion brought by Professor Snape that forced him to do so—

"Get him back to his place, Draco - don't stare at me, I know you can do it! I'll blow his wand when you do it, well, I'll count to three -"

As soon as Scorpius finished speaking, Prince Slytherin pointed his wand at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's ass expressionlessly. Before he had time to react, Rocky was thrown from the wooden stand inexplicably. The grown plant was wrapped and tied back to the seat——

Scorpius heard the screaming in their heads getting louder, the noise of the students running like a mess.

Draco turned his face away, looked at him very calmly and raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you want to knock his wand into the air?"

"..." Scorpius made two oohs, twisted his face and flew his wand from Loki's waving hand. Just after he finished this action, he found that his hand had been grabbed by a first-year Slytherin——

Scorpius took a closer look, only to find that even under the dark seat, Draco's complexion didn't look so good-at least a normal person wouldn't sweat on his forehead in winter.

As if sensing Scorpius' gaze, the platinum noble just curled the corners of his lips lazily, showing a mocking expression he was used to: "You don't think that the life spell is like playing with Granger?" It’s as simple as fire, right?”

Scorpius was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the spell Draco used just now was somewhat familiar - although the growth of the branches was not so fast, and the branches were not so thick.

But this is indeed the life curse that Draco made famous in one fell swoop on the final battlefield seven years later.

Scorpius still vaguely remembered the gorgeous flowers blooming in the air against the wind, and the Death Eaters hanging on the vine spikes as tall as a towering tree...

At this time, Draco had already grabbed Scorpius and left under the dark stands. He wiped the sweat from his forehead casually, and there was a tiredness carefully concealed in his silver-gray pupils. When he turned around, he saw The black-haired Slytherin was staring at his face in a daze, feeling happy for no reason, but his face was still tense and he asked, "What?"

"Huh?" Scorpius snapped back to his senses, looked at the first-year Slytherin prince who raised his eyebrows and wrote "Praise me, praise me" all over his face, smiled and stretched out his hand, rubbing Rubbing Draco's platinum-blond hair, which he hadn't had time to spray on today, "It's nothing."

I just feel that being able to witness the growth of a Slytherin leader with my own eyes is... an honor.