[HP] Noble

Scorpius rolled his eyes, knowing that if he persisted in this way, at least he would not get any benefit from the war of words—except that everyone had platinum-blond hair as an important genetic feature of the family, every member of the Malfoy family One member is full of skills related to "mean nature" since birth.

If one day their mode of speaking changes from "please do it" to "can you please" - there is no doubt that even if they have the purest platinum-blond hair, they are definitely pretending to be the children of the old Wang family next door .

Scorpius quietly ate his breakfast - in fact he thought his judgment was correct, Draco just cared a little too much about it, at least in Scorpius himself, he didn't think The eyes of the students in other colleges around him looked very different from before-fortunately, he was a Slytherin-this was destined to not be so friendly since he entered the school-when a After people have been in such "not so friendly" gazes for three to five years, they will no longer be too entangled in such things as "the degree of unfriendliness".

"You're still too tender." Scorpius said vaguely as he took a bite of the bread.

The platinum aristocrat sitting beside him rolled his eyes in a non-noble manner.

……

In the next few days, Scorpius felt that compared to the "suspect" and "fear" avoidance eyes of other students towards him, the action of the Gryffindor golden trio seemed to be almost open The strange pattern of "avoiding him" has been encountered in the corridor before. Although they seem reluctant, they will forcefully pass him by with their heads held high...

But these days something is different.

The first time I noticed this was when Scorpius had to go to the door of the Potions classroom to find the young master because he wanted to bring Flint's message about Quidditch training to Draco on a certain Tuesday - standing in the magic hall. At the door of the medicine classroom, he saw with his own eyes that Weasley, who had packed up all the tools and was carrying his schoolbag, was walking out. After seeing him, he suddenly stopped in his tracks as if he had seen a ghost, and then he held back his breath. Blushing, turned around abruptly, and called out to Hermione, who was still trying to help Neville make his potion color less bad at the end of the classroom, in an unnecessarily high-pitched voice—

Hermione looked up in dismay.

Then Gryffindor got ten points deducted by Professor Snape—

"I told you not to help Mr. Longbottom, Miss Granger, five points from Gryffindor." It is a truth that every first-year freshman should understand, Gryffindor is deducting five points."

"A bunch of idiots."

Draco muttered, and put the perfect potion he made on the table in front of Professor Snape. After getting a satisfactory result, the little platinum nobleman nodded gracefully to his professor and said goodbye politely Afterwards, he turned his head and saw the senior Slytherin standing at the door of the classroom with his head poking his head.

Prince Slytherin's silver-gray pupils lit up.

But when the other party looked at him, he returned to his calm and expressionless appearance at the beginning. He picked up his schoolbag and walked along the crowded crowd to Scorpius' side : "What are you doing again?" The tone was as if Scorpius' arrival troubled him.

"Oh, me?" Scorpius pinched the corner of the book in his hand, as if he heard that the tone of the platinum aristocrat was not so welcoming, and suddenly felt that it was too cheating for him to be a carrier pigeon and not please him. So he grinned and said, a little bit painfully, "I just came to bring a message to Flint, your first Quidditch practice starts this afternoon in the first period-he said he saw your The timetable is up, and you have no class at that time."

Draco nodded, indicating that he heard it.

Scorpius walked side by side with Draco for a certain distance, which seemed a bit unusually silent. When he passed the library, he wanted to turn around and return the quilt book in his hand, but when he turned around In the first second, the wrist was clasped by the people around him quickly - Scorpius blinked, then turned his head and looked at the platinum nobleman behind him strangely.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked blankly.

"Go and return the books, and then see what we can borrow." Scorpius shrugged.

"It's almost lunch time, what library are you going to?" Draco frowned disapprovingly, "Follow me to the auditorium for dinner, and then take a rest, you go to the Quidditch pitch with me in the afternoon Watch us train."

Listening to the other party's arrangement, Scorpius was wondering when he had an extra butler who would arrange his time - at this moment, he suddenly remembered Draco's tone that sounded very impatient before, so the black-haired Slytherin He raised his eyebrows, and although he obediently followed Draco's tug and left the track to the library, he still sounded rather uncomfortable and said: "If you want to be with Zabini or Pansy, you just have to Just tell me if you need to, don't deliberately add someone like me to your schedule."

"..." Draco listened to the words of the black-haired Slytherin behind him, and the hand holding his wrist tightened slightly. He frowned, and looked back at Scorpius inexplicably, "What's the matter?"

Still "what's the matter", tsk, your uncle.

"My last class was an astronomy class, over there in the Gryffindor tower - after class I almost walked across most of the Hogwarts castle in order to inform someone about training time before he had other activities scheduled - How do you think I got here? On a broomstick? - Everybody saw Mr. Slytherin prefects scurrying down the corridors like he was on fire, and since I'm a prefect, I You can’t break the rules and run as much as you want in the corridor.” Scorpius showed a self-deprecating expression, “In the end, when I finally arrived at the door of the potions classroom, the person who didn’t know what to do asked me ‘what are you doing again’ ——As if I have nothing to do and would like to squat there every day and wait for him to finish class—oh, well, you annoying brat, laugh ass!"

Draco smiled and pushed open the door of the auditorium, during which time his body was shaking like he had some serious illness.

"Flint told me the other day that the first Quidditch practice will be in these few days," Draco pulled Scorpius and pretended not to feel the scolding shot on the back of his head as he walked. He looked at me, and said in a calm tone, "I guessed it when I saw you that Flint, who is in your same grade, asked you to bring training news—a little nervous—I apologize if the tone was not good just now. "

With that said, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin turned around and looked solemnly at the senior Slytherin who was a head taller than himself.

Scorpius was a little terrified by the other party's serious gaze.

He twitched the corners of his lips, and finally withdrew his hand from the opponent's hand with a stiff face, "Okay, forgive you." The black-haired Slytherin muttered, "If you don't look like I don't forgive you You will kneel down and beg for mercy on the spot."

Seeing the back of the black-haired Slytherin standing very straight, Mr. Draco Malfoy who was standing there lazily hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a smile in the corners of his eyes, and then he took a step. He hurriedly followed his footsteps and walked towards the Slytherin table one after the other.

……

After lunch, all the Slytherin Quidditch players only had time to rest for half an hour before they were roughly kicked up from the comfortable sofa in the common room by the tense-faced Flint——

"Move your fat asses, Crabbe, Goyle—my dear batsmen!"

Flint yelled, knocking the two Slytherins off the couch like chicks - the tall, burly sixth-year student who held the sacred position of Slytherin Quidditch captain Since then, he has been conscientious and devoted to his duties. He is the only person in the whole school who uses the Quidditch House Cup as his only reason to stay in this school-the other is Gryffindor's Quidditch captain Wood.

No wonder they end up together.

Scorpius lolled to his feet—he was still heavy in his stomach with his mid-day meal, and he was glad that all he had to do now was stand up—go out—to another place in the sun. It's just a lazy way to settle yourself and sit there in the sun while watching other people sweat.

"Scorpius, are you going too?" Flint yelled to get a goalkeeper who was refusing to move, and turned his head to ask Scorpius who stood up with Draco.

"To prevent accidents during training, the competition is coming soon, you have to be careful." Scorpius found a high-sounding reason and said, "It's always good to have someone watching from the side—not to mention——" He He patted his chest, "I applied for the venue loan note signed by Professor Snape. If I am not present, I will not be able to explain clearly if there is a dispute."

"Okay, you're a prefect, of course you have the right to speak." Flint said goodbye to his big hand - he seemed quite happy that he had an extra "support staff" inexplicably.

When the Slytherin group came to the Quidditch pitch in a mighty way, there was no one there, only a few students sat on the high platform to bask in the sun and chat, because there are often college teams here for training, so they saw a group of When Slytherin came in, he didn't show much surprise—instead, it was the seven regular team members who walked in the front, with the uniform brand new, shiny broomsticks in their hands, and the inscription on their smooth figures The beautiful gold lettering of "Nimbus 2001" caught their attention.

"The configuration of Slytherin has come up—well, I thought there was a local tyrant joining—Golden Gallon is really omnipotent." A Hufflepuff student retracted his long outstretched head, and followed the side My partner said, "This year's game is even more hopeless-it's good luck. Hufflepuff met Slytherin in the first game. It must be because our captain went to the toilet and didn't wash his hands before the lottery."

Then he looked up and saw the dark green robes fluttering as the Slytherin prefect passed by him expressionlessly.

He was stunned, and then he finally matched the black-haired young man in front of him with the title of "Parseltongue" as if he was unresponsive. When he realized it, he shrank back nervously and started groping around When he took his own wand, the opponent had already walked past Ravenclaw's stand and sat down on Slytherin's own stand.

"If he wanted to do anything to you, you would have died a hundred times already, Ellie." Sitting next to this Hufflepuff, his companion said with a horrible expression.

At this time, the Slytherin players had already started their training.

The students chatting in the stands all slowed down their speaking speed. In a situation that most players are familiar with-their eyes were obviously focused on the guy who was flying around in a mess even in the sky and under the sun. The platinum head that still looks unusually eye-catching on the court flying around.

"—Oh, that Malfoy." The Hufflepuff named Avery lowered his voice, and said to his companion like a thief, "I thought he was able to join because he donated seven Nimbus 2001 ——Now it seems that the situation has changed. Although I don’t want to admit it, but as a second-year, he flies really well. Did you see that he dodged Gui Feiqiu just now? I bet, even Porter Here, at best, that’s all there is to it.”

Avery's companion shrugged and was about to answer him, but at this moment, he suddenly stood up from the stands as if he saw something interesting, and pointed at the entrance of the athletes under the stands one after another. Into those in the scarlet robes, he sounded excited and said, "Look, Gryffindor's Quidditch house team—oh, isn't Slytherin all over today? It's a good show!"