[HP] Noble

The dispute between Slytherin and Gryffindor's Quidditch house team on the Quidditch pitch quickly spread to every corner of the school-not that people gossip, because Quidditch itself is the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world. The main and most popular sport, so at Hogwarts, members of the Quidditch house team in each house are special to other ordinary students-in other words, even if they let go Ass, how many people care about——

Ron once joked that even if Patsy joins the academy team, it is very likely that he will get him a few fans - at least more effective than the prefect badge. For this, Wood gave the red-haired Gran Fendo gave a terrible and ferocious expression as an answer to this assumption.

The players of the Quidditch House team are themselves the centers of gossip on the move.

Let alone a group of people getting together and violating school rules on a large scale and throwing curses at each other.

Afterwards, compared to feeling sorry for the points deducted from their college, more people regretted that the weather was fine that day, but they didn't think of going for a walk on the Quidditch field, so they missed a good show—— But this did not prevent people from being enthusiastic in the following week. With the members of the college team being discharged from the hospital wing one by one, the conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor House rose to a whole new level.

"—When I was cleaning up the podium for Professor Snape today, I accidentally touched a palliative reagent handed in by Gryffindor. I apologized to him, but he still looked very suspicious that I knocked it down on purpose. of."

Scorpius sat at the long Slytherin table, looking dejected, and said, "In order to ease his anger, I had to dump my homework into the trash can, Professor Snape was furious, I Guess it’s because he’s never had to give two students zeros in the same class.”

"That's not the case." Draco made a haughty nasal voice, putting down the cutlery in his hands, "Potter and Longbottom often get zero points together, and sometimes Goyle or Crabbe are added-sometimes Sometimes I will be too busy to remind them not to throw strange material that is not in the book into their own cauldron."

"Oh, Professor Snape is angry," said Scorpius, smacking his lips, "looks green in the face."

"He's just annoyed at the stupidity of you dumping your homework in the trash."

"I have to do this," Scorpius sighed, "I'm a prefect, and if I give everyone the impression that 'this guy is fighting for Gryffindor', everyone will become More and more brazen - although I think you're brazen enough now, Draco, I heard you broke Potter's roommate's front tooth with a tripping charm in the hallway this morning?"

"He walked without looking at the road," Draco said confidently, "my spell just happened to be there, and he walked up by himself--Filch even deducted points for me, why? Oh, that squib, ever since his cat got into the hospital, he's been shooting random maps at every student in the corridor like crazy, now we don't even dare to take out the wand in the corridor, for fear that the madman will be halfway jumping out..."

"...It's alright, alright."

Scorpius couldn't be bothered to complain about how much the Slytherin prince next to him looked like.

Because of the self-inflicted zero in Potions class, Scorpius didn't have a good appetite at the moment, he just moved a few mouthfuls of food in front of him, then put down the cutlery and sat there looking around absently— —Compared to the scene when most of the Quidditch team members were lying in the medical wing a few days ago, the long table in Slytherin finally seemed less sparse. As the last medical doctor who walked out of Madam Pomfrey The winger, Flint, looked great, munching his steak cheerfully.

Scorpius stared at him for a while, until the platinum noble sitting next to him pinched him and asked him what he was staring at Flint, then Scorpius retracted his gaze, lowered his head slightly and looked at the piercing eyes Youshen stared at his silver-gray pupils, and asked very slowly, "Is there a Quidditch match today?"

Draco froze for three seconds.

At the fourth second, he showed an expression ready to get angry.

"...you look like Professor Snape when you're angry," Scorpius said hastily.

The corners of Draco's lips twitched, and finally flattened back.He took a deep breath, as if he had spent all his tolerance in his life, staring at Scorpius as if he owed him five hundred Galleons, paused, Prince Slytherin seemed to be He said condescendingly: "In another hour, it will be the preliminary match of the new season of the Academy Cup this semester - Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff - the match arrangement and the result of the draw have been posted on the notice board at the entrance of the auditorium It took a whole week, even if you accidentally passed there one day in seven days, you should have seen it——Mr.

"No, I've seen it a long time ago." Scorpius smiled vaguely, "These days are almost muddled, Halloween is coming, I have to meet every day to plan this, and there are countless homework to do... "

As he spoke, he touched the back of his neck habitually—at this moment, it was empty there, but in fact, his movement was developed in the days when his hair grew... And this morning, in the After Flint was discharged from the hospital, he had just had a little leisure time from Madam Pomfrey to restore his hair to normal length-he had been wearing a heavy ponytail on his head for several days, and now he suddenly relaxed, Scorpius was not used to it.

Thinking of this, Scorpius seemed to remember something, reached out his hand in his pocket and took out a silver-green hair band, the two ends of the hair band were ironed with very delicate Malfoy family ties in silver. The badge pattern, Scorpius looked at it, as if after confirming that it was complete and free of stains, he handed it under Prince Slytherin's nose: "Here, here you are."

"What?" Draco asked stiffly, turning his head.

"Hairband," said Scorpius. "You see, my hair is back to its normal length."

Draco stared at his face for a few seconds, then repeatedly seemed to compromise, and reached out to take the headband that was placed in Scorpius' palm, and the platinum nobleman pinched the headband in his hand as if unconsciously After rubbing it for a while, he slowly put it in his pocket—for some reason, when Scorpius looked at the small gesture of the platinum nobleman beside him, his face was ashamed, and after the latter put the hair tie back, he lifted it up again. When he looked at him inexplicably at first, he cleared his throat as if guilty of guilt.

"Come on for the game," Scorpius said, looking left and right.

The good etiquette he was born with made His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin nod his head slowly to express his gratitude. After Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief, he thought that he had passed this page with difficulty, and then he heard Draco say in a critical tone: " Go find a mirror now, look at yourself, and you'll see how perfunctory you are, Gretel."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco clicked his tongue, wrinkled his nose and showed his subconscious pout again: "It's really hot."

Scorpius blinked: "Uh."

Draco: "If I were the batsman, I'd smack the ball in your face today."

"...I'm sitting in the audience, you can't do that." Scorpius said helplessly, "It's a good thing you're a Seeker."

Draco didn't speak, but this time, he finally showed a slightly willful expression of satisfaction, sneered, and under Flint's yelling, he followed the other members of the Slytherin Quidditch house team Standing up from the table—including the substitutes, a group of people walked out of the auditorium in a mighty manner.

After Slytherin's team left, Hufflepuff's college team also left one after another—their captain looked extremely nervous, and even walked a little erratically, while the other team members seemed to be in better condition, It's not that they are not nervous, but they seem to be more interested in the effect of Slytherin's seven light wheels 2001 flying in the sky than the results of the upcoming game.

"Nice state of mind," Blaise Zabini sighed without irony next to Scorpius, "sometimes I think I can understand Hufflepuff—if Slytherin didn't exist, I think Hufflepuff Chippa is perfect for me."

"That's a good college for retirement, Blaise—they seem to be smiling silly forever, it doesn't matter if they are at the bottom of the grades, and they have never produced any outstanding representatives, even if they are called 'stupid' or 'stupid' , and wouldn’t have any opinion—it’s as if they’re used to being told that.” Pansy said, “I’ve never seen anything earth-shattering happen in this academy.”

Pansy's words made Scorpius subconsciously put down the glass of iced pumpkin juice in his hand.

The Slytherin girl who noticed his behavior turned her head curiously and asked, "What's the matter, Scorpius?"

Scorpius was silent for a while, then shook his head, and replied in a very calm voice: "No, it's nothing."

In Scorpius' memory, Hufflepuff did indeed have earth-shattering actions——

The sight of those Hufflepuffs frantically flocking to their house hero on the night of the final match of that Triwizard Tournament, calling his name and silently waving their house banner, Scorpius I think I will never forget it in my life.

Cedric.

Scorpius' eyelids twitched, and he looked up, just in time to see the Hufflepuff Chaser walking at the end of the line, frowning as if following his teammate. Discussing some serious topic or strategy... Oh, Merlin, there is nothing more uncomfortable than watching someone who is doomed to die alive and kicking in front of you but knowing that you are powerless and unable to change the future——

Anyway, at least for now, Scorpius felt that his whole body was going to be bad.

And while Scorpius was silent for a while, the topic of Pansy and Blaise, apparently ignorant of the future, had drifted away from Hufflepuff itself to the upcoming Quidditch match - of course they didn't. They are worried that Slytherin will lose in this preliminaries, which can be said to be without suspense. They only care about how many points the Slytherin team can score in this game, so that they can continue to chase the Quidditch Academy Cup. There is a flat river on the road.

In fact, the Slytherin house team did not let them down.

Seven brooms of the Nimbus series are scurrying around on the field-compared to Slytherin, the Hufflepuff house team, which is still using various models of old-fashioned brooms, really looks like a slow-moving old man, A game changed from a tense game at the beginning to a simple exhibition game, which attracted uninterrupted exclamations and cheers that lasted for 5 minutes.

In the 6th minute of the game, Draco caught the Snitch under Cedric's feet and completed Slytherin's preliminary round of the season with a high score.

From the beginning of the game to the end when the players take off, the time is just a fart.

Everyone's buttocks are not hot in the stands, but the game is over-for this, the onlookers expressed mixed feelings, Scorpius calculated, he stood up from the auditorium table and walked to Quidditch On the strange field, it took nearly 10 minutes.

...But there is no way, no one can ask the Chaser to let go of the Snitch under his nose just to sit a little longer.

As for being defeated by a new kid in the second grade, Cedric didn't have much else to say, he just frowned to express his dissatisfaction with his poor state-and this can't be blamed on him, the whole Hercules Chippaqi's academy team looked very low-spirited, and they were eaten to death from the beginning to the end. It has to be said that the speed of the Slytherins' brooms made their already very rough and barbaric style of play play an important role. Take it to the next level now.

After a game, only Slytherin was really happy.

They're sort of completely reassured about their new Seeker.

And when they saw the faces of the Gryffindor team members in the Gryffindor stands, all of them looked very ugly, Wood even grabbed the innocent Gryffindor savior beside him and said something quickly Sometimes—for no reason—they feel better.

When Flint happily shook hands with Cedric and was about to lead his players out of the field, the uneasy voices in the field gradually amplified, and people began to call for the competition to unify the broom model to eliminate unfair factors——

So in the locker room, Flint's face became not so good after the excitement passed.

"Who cares about them?" Draco took off his uniform, stuffed it into the wardrobe with his name on it, and comforted his captain lazily without looking back, "It's not our fault that we can afford broomsticks." .”

Probably because he felt that what his Seeker said was completely reasonable, so the captain of the Slytherin house team once again returned to the joy of a good start.