[HP] Noble

There are only four broomsticks on the wall, there are sweepers and comets, they look like Draco said, they must have been carried directly from the broom storage room used by Hogwarts for flying lessons of.

Feeling something approaching his back as Scorpius kicked into the air with ease on his feet, he gave the tip of his broom a slight twist - as his comet slid out in a beautiful orbit When he dodged to the side, Harry Potter passed him by, and rushed into the "flock of birds" composed of fluttering keys like a savage beast without looking back.

Ron followed closely behind, but at this time the red-haired Gryffindor looked a little nervous-he was staring at Harry's back, wondering if it was Draco's set of "guarding companions" just now. What kind of inspiration did the remarks like "behind" give him? In short, his current expression looks as if there will be someone who wants to cast a curse on him while the Savior of Gryffindor is not paying attention...

So at this moment, Hermione was the only one left on the ground among all the people present-when Harry and Ron followed Draco and let themselves into the sky, almost everyone heard the Gryffindor girl There was a gasping sound similar to suffocation——

"Oh, Harry, watch your back!"

"Ron, get out of the way, get out of Harry's way, you'll prevent him from finding the key we want!"

"Watch out! Malfoy, are you going to knock Ron off his broom!"

The Gryffindor girl was blushing. She was only 11 years old, her face was blushing, and her voice was sharp and piercing. It seemed that this sport similar to the Quidditch National Seeker Melee couldn't attract her attention at all—— In fact, she looked tense, as if some random person would fall from the sky and break her neck any second!

Draco frowned at Hermione's nervous voice.

When his name was screamed out of the mouth of the Gryffindor girl in a reproachful tone, the Slytherin prince even stopped flying to try to catch a certain key, hovered in mid-air, and turned towards the vault. Rolling eyes: "I now know why my father never let my mother watch us play Quidditch at Malfoy Manor - a woman will never make an exquisite and difficult move because of you And cheering, they will just scream in disappointment to make you pay attention not to twist your waist!"

Harry looked at Draco with a rare look of approval - God knows at this moment he was almost too disturbed by Hermione's fuss to concentrate on finding the key. On the contrary, at the Quidditch match, because everyone When they are all screaming like this, when all the voices are in a mess and frantically rushing towards the eardrums, it will not be so disturbing-at least on the field, he has never listened to those cheering voices because of the trouble. distracted by something.

And now.

Hermione's voice sounded abrupt.

Coupled with the passing of each second of time, the thought that Voldemort might leave with the Philosopher's Stone at any time-this alone is enough to make Harry irritable!

He moved his lips, and the savior of Gryffindor was about to say something (such as asking Hermione to keep quiet for a while), but at this moment, he heard someone floating behind him yell "Potter , look at the top of your head”—

Almost like a conditioned reflex, Harry raised his head suddenly with a force that broke his entire neck-yes, in fact he really heard a "click" sound of bones, and then, in his As far as his eyes could see, among the dazzling crowd of keys flying, he saw a key——

It was a key that was significantly larger than the other keys.

Bronze color, the top of the key is carved with delicate rose flower totem.

Quaint enough.

The wings of this key are bigger and stronger than ordinary keys, and the white wings are extremely plump. If it wasn't for the wing that was drooping at this moment, as if it had been grabbed and twisted by someone forcefully, Harry would hardly have known it. There is no doubt that it will probably be a better flying existence than Hedwig!

"What are you waiting for, this is it!"

Scorpius hurriedly urged his broom, and of course, when passing by Harry and rushing towards the key, the Savior of Gryffindor was still staring at the key in a daze as if possessed——

And at this moment, even Hermione stopped shouting, she covered her lips tightly with her hand, only showing a pair of widened dark brown pupils... Like Hermione, everyone present at this time Almost all of them stopped their movements, and no one dared to act rashly, as if they were afraid of frightening the key that was flapping its wings vigorously in the air!

At this time, as the person closest to the key in the sky, Scorpius discovered the cruel fact that he was not good at flying-every time he tried to lift his hand off the broom, like a Quidditch Whenever the catcher catches the key like a snitch, he will find that his broom will fall uncontrollably for a short distance!

When he did it for the first time, wobbly, he clung to the broom so he wouldn't be the first to fall off it—then vacated a little, and repeated—

Unsurprisingly, this time he fell even harder than last time!

The force and speed of the fall, even a little bit later, would be enough to throw the senior Slytherin off his broom!

Scorpius bit his lower lip a little dissatisfied, and cursed rudely in his heart. Just after he continued to follow the key and stretched out his hand at him for the third time, someone approached from behind him ——

This time, because Scorpius focused all his attention on the damn key, it was obvious that he couldn't even dodge, and the other party didn't intend to give him a chance to dodge.

Sitting unsteadily on the broom, Scorpius only felt that someone blocked his waist heavily from behind. The senior Slytherin let out a brief exclamation, and subconsciously used his hands to firmly hold him. grasped his broom--

Amidst Hermione's screams on the ground, Scorpius immediately felt his broom sinking suddenly...

Not because of loss of control.

It's because of the weight on the broom.

When Scorpius tried to look back to see what happened, he felt a warm chest against his back, followed by a very familiar and reassuring breath. The breath enveloped his whole body——

"Now listen to me, adjust your broom so that it slowly flies up to the same height as that key..."

Prince Slytherin's immature voice sounded in the ears of the senior Slytherin. His voice sounded calm and calm, as if he was stretching out his hand from behind to front at this moment, embracing the five in a half-hug gesture. The first-year Slytherin riding a broom in his arms is not like Draco Malfoy!

Scorpius heard the sound of heavy objects falling apart.

Lowering his head, he saw the broom that originally belonged to Draco ruthlessly fell to the ground from a high altitude, and fell to pieces!

He jumped straight from his broom to his broom in the air! ! !

Merlin's socks! !

Draco! ! !

Scorpius gasped, and was about to scold the person behind him who was sticking to him, but at this moment, the person sitting behind him stretched out his hand as if he had seen through his thoughts, He pinched the senior Slytherin's chin with his slightly cold hands and played with it——

"Don't be distracted, Gretel, have you seen that broomstick, I promise you will look uglier than it if you fall." Prince Slytherin's lazy voice sounded behind Scorpius again, "The broomstick is never your pique A tool to prove one's strength, this is the only skill that I feel cannot be mastered by hard work-talent, if you don't have it, don't force it-well, listen to me now, take your time-"

Under the leadership of Draco, the broom rose steadily again to the same height as the key——

However, at this moment, it seemed that they were finally impatient with the two Slytherins taking flight education lessons at such a critical moment. When Scorpius and the others rose to a suitable height together, As the youngest ball catcher in the history of Hogwarts, Harry Potter has already frowned at this moment, driving the broom under his crotch, rubbing shoulders with the Slytherins as quickly as a rocket And pass!

There was also a small gust of wind mixed with probably anger.

Scorpius looked at Gryffindor who was pounced on the key like a tiger, and heard Ron Weasley's loud cheers not far behind them, he twitched the corners of his lips——

At this time, he heard Draco seem to press against his ear, let out an almost inaudible chuckle.

He stopped Scorpius' waist, as if he didn't see that Potter was about to steal the limelight at this moment—when the Savior of Gryffindor approached the key infinitely, he instructed Scorpius to bend down and accelerate The broom caught up with Potter...

But they were going in the wrong direction in Scorpius' view.

They didn't really follow Potter's route, but on the contrary, they controlled their brooms to make a big arc, and flew slightly higher than the place where the key was, and the position was also horizontally parallel to it. s position--

at the same time.

Amidst Ron's shout, Harry gripped the broom staggeringly, raised his hand and slowly approached the key——

At that same moment, watching Harry's fingertips almost touch the tail of the key, Scorpius heard Draco whisper behind him, "Hold on to the broom"—

Everything that happened in the next second seemed to be in an instant.

The flying broom seemed to be frightened by something, and when Harry just touched it, it flew up suddenly, and it jumped to a height that was just out of reach of Harry's place!

Just when Harry was slightly stunned and watched the key run away from him and let out annoyed growls, the two Slytherins hovering slightly above his head made new movements——

Under Draco's control, the broom with few hairs left on its tail suddenly made a 180-degree turn. When Scorpius was thrown dizzily by surprise, he clearly They clearly heard something hitting the tail of their broom with a subtle "slap" sound——

"Potter, don't be in a daze!"

At the same time, even without Draco's reminder, the Gryffindor savior who immediately reacted was like catching the golden snitch countless times. He half-raised from the broom and stretched out his hands to make an upward catching movement. ! ——

Next second

In the wild applause and cheers of Ron and Hermione, the key was like a white dove that had been arrested, flapping its white wings feebly in the palm of the Savior of Gryffindor...

"Happy cooperation, Potter, and I hope there will be no next time."

In mid-air, Prince Slytherin hissed each word with a long tail, and when he said this, his hands had left the broom at some point, and he wrapped himself tightly around the broom again. On the waist of the senior Slytherin in his arms.