[HP] Noble

Although Draco laughed at Professor Lockhart so much, he still appeared in the queue to the "Duel Club" meeting place after dinner at night.

"Because I heard that Professor Snape will also be there, probably to 'help' Professor Lockhart finish the party together, oh, in fact, everyone knows that he is only there to prevent that stupid man from making trouble again What's the matter?" Draco shrugged, showing a rather mocking expression, "But anyway, Professor Snape's appearance made me feel like I could still see something interesting—well, in fact I rarely see him pulling his wand at someone - the last time he did it was because my dad knocked over the cauldron where he and mum were making potions, and of course they couldn't shoot at him in the end The curse is right... I guess my dad was on guard against it."

Scorpius: "..."

By the time the Slytherin party marched to the meeting place, the man had already gathered some people-mostly Gryffindors, but also some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs... Looking at the excited little lion cubs, most of the faces of the Hufflepuffs were "I came to see the fun" expressions; the Ravenclaw prefects were talking loudly Saying something, because there seemed to be a few senior students impatiently trying to get out of here - probably to the library, because Scorpius saw that they still had basically thick books.

The desks in the classroom were moved away and piled up on both sides, and a long gold-plated stage was replaced in the large open space in the center of the classroom—it looked like a podium or something, and the underside of the stage was covered with velvet. Scorpius guessed that it was probably a platform for duels, and the surrounding soft cushions were of course to prevent the students on the platform from falling off.

The light in the classroom is quite bright, hundreds of candles are lit at the same time, making the figures in the classroom sway, but there is a sense of bright lights.

Both the male and female student council presidents are in the classroom, they are talking in a low voice in the corner, the professors have not yet appeared - the layout of the classroom is probably done by the two of them by themselves - this is the meaning of the existence of the student union, and the professors have no time to do everything In fact, they spend more time doing chores than when they can use their power on weekdays.

When the Slytherins walked in, the noisy classroom became a little quieter—even the head of the male student council interrupted the conversation with his companions, frowned and looked up at the large group of Slytherins who walked in through the door... ...People's expressions looked very exciting, it was an expected excitement and instinctive disgust, especially when they saw Scorpius walking in the front, the expression on his face was more like the high Year Slytherin would have them all die here tonight.

"No one said he would come too!"

"It's this Slytherin—what's his name—I heard he knows a little bit of Eastern wizardry, which we've never touched!"

"Peves is afraid of him!"

There were chattering voices around, and everyone felt that their voices were lowered, but in fact, when Scorpius walked past them, he could almost hear all the voices talking about him Li... Scorpius took a deep breath and told himself not to pay attention to the strange sound, at the same time, Barbra, who was behind him, patted him on the shoulder behind him, and when the black-haired Slytherin looked back When he was talking to him, this guy grinned at him: "Do you know why the consequences are happening now?"

Scorpius shook his head, and was about to say that he didn't want to know, but Barbra took a step forward and said with a serious smile: "Because of Parseltongue, Gretel, everyone said that because you are Parseltongue, it's you The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and you are the heir of Salazar Slytherin."

Scorpius: "Oh."

"'Oh' what 'oh'." His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin pouted, sounding dissatisfied, "The whole Slytherin may be a descendant of Slytherin, but he can't be—see clearly It's-"

As he spoke, he pulled Scorpius to his side, which forced Barbra to take his hand off Scorpius' shoulders. Prince Slytherin raised his haughty chin and pointed at Scorpius. Coppy's eyes and hair said in a voice that could be heard by almost everyone present: "Asian blood! Merciless! Not smart enough! More honest and honest than Hufflepuff!"

Scorpius looked around in embarrassment, and Cedric gave him a friendly nod - as if he was really a Hufflepuff undercover sent to Slytherin, at the Hufflepuff class Behind him, there was a little sniggering from the group of Hufflepuffs.

"When I doubted whether he was Hufflepuff, you told me that he was the heir of Slytherin." Draco raised the corners of his lips, showing a mocking smile, "You must think this year's joke It’s not exciting enough, how many must be contributed?”

...Although Draco's words made Scorpius want to beat him up, it is understandable that after he finished expressing his views, at least the eyes of the people around Scorpius were restrained...

After the Gryffindors curled their lips in boredom, they returned to their topic before the Slytherins came in, while Potter and his friends huddled in the corner and whispered. The pale cyan from lack of sleep can be clearly seen underneath - Scorpius doesn't know if it's because he witnessed a student the other day - or the scene of a Gryffindor being attacked made him psychologically pressure.

Hermione looked worried about him.

Ron looked around with great interest, as if to find out who was at the party tonight.

Scorpius yawned, drew out his wand, summoned a chair over, formed it into a soft, upholstered armchair, and sat down relaxed, leaning back in the chair, surrounded by the Slytherins Talking to each other, everyone seemed not to feel the eyes of the people around them-although none of them knew that this duel party was to "deal with some kind of person who ran out of Slytherin (released by Slytherin)." things".

"I guess Professor Snape wouldn't teach us how to deal with the little pets raised by Salazar Slytherin." Scorpius lowered his voice and said to the platinum nobles beside him.

"If he decides to hide his skills, I think I'm wasting my time here tonight because of his identity as the titular initiator of the announcement." The platinum noble curled his lips disapprovingly. In the distance, the door was pushed open from the outside again, Professor Snape and Professor Lockhart walked in one after the other, the former still had a stern face, his face was tense like a string, the latter But his face was full of smiles, and his big white teeth were exposed to the air anytime and anywhere. When the girls happily made low voices of discussion for his appearance, he raised his hand like a celebrity He waved to them.

"Our purpose tonight is to learn how to duel, not to take pictures, Miss Bruch - if you want, you can come to my office after the last class tomorrow morning, and I will give you a picture with myself - A photo signed by myself." Professor Lockhart said cheerfully to a Gryffindor girl - who immediately blushed and nervously put away the camera in his hand.

"idiot."

Draco rolled his eyes in an undisguised manner, not knowing whether he was expressing dissatisfaction with that Gryffindor girl, or with this confident Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or whether he was dissatisfied at all. Just genuinely dissatisfied with every particle of air in this room.

And at this moment, Professor Lockhart turned around, he stretched out his hand and seemed to want Professor Lasnape's sleeve - but the latter sniffed his nose quickly as if smelling something bad Dodging away, the hand finally drew a circle in mid-air and stopped there awkwardly. Professor Lockhart was stunned, and then the smile returned to his face: "Let me introduce to you, this is my hand today. The late assistant, Professor Snape—ah, yes, respectable Potions classroom, even I, have heard of the name of the Potions master when I traveled the world abroad... I know, I know , how unfair it is for me to pull a professor with outstanding achievements in the crucible as a partner in this way—”

"Wait, where's the injustice?" Draco asked in a low voice.

"Oh, maybe he'll answer you if you speak louder," Scorpius snickered.

Professor Lockhart: "I've sensed some worried looks from some of the children—"

Draco: "I'm quite worried. If he ends up in the medical wing because of this, wouldn't I have written the paper on 'Basic Theory of the Dark Arts' due tomorrow in Defense Against the Dark Arts class—it's boring I nearly fell asleep three times while writing it, and knocked over my limited-edition ink bottle once!"

Professor Lockhart: "But don't worry, I know what to do - I guarantee that Professor Snape will not be hurt!"

As soon as Professor Lockhart finished speaking, there were boos around him—no matter what the boos meant, the smile on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's face remained the same... On the contrary, Professor Snape's expression was a little bit Wonderful, especially when Professor Lockhart assured him that he would be "unscathed", his whole face shook vividly.

A wizard's duel is similar to an ordinary Muggle cowboy western duel - back to back, then turned, facing each other, bowing to each other, then turning back to back to back, holding wands upright on their chests, and starting from one On the count of three, the two sides turned their backs to each other and headed in the opposite direction——

When the count reaches three, the Muggle cowboy will draw his gun and turn around and shoot at the opponent, while the wizard will cast the first spell at the opponent.

The two teachers boarded the dueling platform that had been prepared long ago according to the procedures. When they moved, Professor Lockhart's posture was very standard to the end, while Professor Snape stood upright, and he seemed to be shaking at best It's just the flesh on his chin... After bowing, they turned their backs to each other and started counting down. When Professor Lockhart happily counted to two, he could clearly see Professor Snape's curls in Scorpius' direction He curled up and showed a hideous expression - this is definitely an expression that makes people feel scalp numb and want to run away. The last time Scorpius saw Professor Snape showing this expression...

It seems that when he just came to Hogwarts and attended class with Draco, Neville not only blew up his own cauldron, but also wiped out five or six of the neighbor's cauldrons together, most of them All the students in the classroom were lying in the medical wing——

At that time, Professor Snape had shown such an expression when facing Neville, who was used to this kind of thing and did a good job of contingency measures, got under the table and escaped unscathed.

Later I heard that Neville squeezed hundreds of barrels of slug solution at Professor Snape's for half a term.

Gryffindor also lost a huge score of fifty points for this.

And at this moment, Professor Lockhart's drawn-out tone finally counted to three—Merlin's beard. Unfortunately, this professor whose IQ just offline seemed to want to hold his wand after counting the numbers. Jian Fanfei was playing tricks—and while he was doing this, Professor Snape behind him had already turned around as soon as he finished speaking, a beam of black light flashed, and people didn't even have time to react What happened over here, Professor Lockhart has already flew out sideways——

Professor Snape used a silent spell, no one knew if Professor Lockhart was still alive, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students screamed, some of them had prejudices against potions professors Some people began to wonder if Professor Snape deliberately took the opportunity to use some unforgivable spell——

"Don't be stupid, there is no unforgivable spell that emits black light." After Draco applauded cheerfully and whistled, he waved his hands disdainfully, "There are very few spells that can emit black light, I guess just now That's probably a beefed-up version of the disarm spell—with a little bit of a stomach-crunching additive spell, oh, and the original basis for this additive spell is the gut-ejaculation spell, I guess?"

Scorpius: "Intestinal Curse?!"

"...Don't yell, it's a version of this black magic that has been lightened a lot. It's just a spell that can make people suffer from severe abdominal cramps. It's just right for teaching people with the disarming spell—it should be like this, I remember my father Said it was a spell he invented when he was in school."

Scorpius: "..."

Mr. Malfoy didn't seem to be the exemplary and good student he said he was when he was in school... At least a normal person wouldn't invent this kind of... a spell that was borderline with the Dark Arts.

At this time, Professor Lockhart was already helped up not far away, his hat was knocked off as a matter of course, and his hair was messed up on his head. He let go of a senior Lavin who was supporting him. Crowe boy's hand, and then staggered back to the stage, he looked at Professor Snape—when everyone thought he would get angry, he laughed grinningly: "See, a Brilliant ramming spell - unleashes a magic bull from the tip of your wand, knocking your opponent out, Professor Snape, I guess that's what you're using... don't mind me saying that, actually, I just happen to know a spell that will completely counter your simple one, but I figured since I'm here I'm going to have to show the kids something real, so I'd rather sacrifice myself... oh, you see the bull ?"

Lockhart asked the students around him with a bright smile.

Some shook their heads, some nodded suspiciously and began to tell their companions that they seemed to have indeed seen a bull with only one horn, while the rest...at least half of the Slytherins showed suspicious expressions.

Professor Lockhart clutched his stomach and sat down on the soft armchair that Scorpius conjured up earlier, and at this moment, he told everyone with the same smile on his face, "This is the end of the Potions Professor's demonstration so as not to tire you. ’, and Professor Snape was in charge, dividing the students into groups of two - Scorpius was assigned to Cedric, which was a fair prefect-to-prefect mix - and then under Draco's disapproving gaze In the movie, the potions professor pushed the back of the savior of Gryffindor and carried out a cruel and inhuman forced marriage.

Draco grinned grimly.

Potter gave a look of reluctance to be outdone - even though it made him look like he had indigestion from something he had eaten tonight.

"Love to gossip behind your back, don't you, Potter?" Draco sneered, sneering, "To every proponent of Parseltongue—even though you have no idea what a 'Parseltongue' is , thinking that he was eager to pour dirty water on Slytherin, but he didn't know what he was pouring on."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" The Gryffindor Savior looked trembling with anger, "I never said anything behind your backs!"

"That's Weasley," Draco said without hesitation.

Gryffindor hastily denied: "It's not him either!"

"Oh, that was a hell of a thing, Potter, it was just us that night - you can say that, Hogwarts is full of fools, after all."

Draco smiled, and at this moment, not far from them, Professor Snape used a stiff voice to make the members of the dueling group nod to each other—this time, neither Potter nor Draco People care about him.

"Raise your wands, and prepare to duel." Professor Snape's voice sounded flat and decidedly unenthusiastic, "When I count to three, you'll cast each other whatever spells you want - mind you, No strange spells unfamiliar, no blood and stuff—don't let me see anyone irreparably hurt."

Professor Snape said, shaking the corners of his lips, and began to count: "Three—two—"

Before he could count to one, a huge beam of light erupted from His Highness Prince Slytherin and the Redeemer of Gryffindor. The silver light flashed, and instead of focusing on Potter, it focused on his feet. However, this Clearly unprepared goals are clearly more worrying—

Scorpius had to tell Cedric to stop and turned his head to observe the movements of the two restless second graders. Sure enough, after a moment of panic, the crowd scattered, and Slytherin stood nose-to-nose not far away. His Royal Highness, he nonchalantly wiped away the black nosebleed that flowed from his nose due to excessive use of magic power, and looked not far away with a cold face, his whole body was fixed on the ground by a plant as tall as a person, The immobile savior of Gryffindor.

On top of his head, hung a flower bud as huge as a human head.

Potter's wand was still firmly in his hand, and he seemed to be trying to use a strength relaxation spell to free himself from the plant's vines - the thorns on the vines were scratched when he tried to struggle He, but he twisted his waist vigorously——

Professor Snape's face looked extremely ugly.

Especially when he saw Draco's nosebleeds pouring down like a faucet turned on.

When he rushed towards Draco with a horrified expression, looking as if he wanted to snatch his wand and break it directly, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin waved the wand in his hand again—the one hanging above Potter's head The flower bud opened with a soft "pop", and at the same time, the room was filled with a deafening and drowsy sound similar to a mermaid's scream... The flower burst into a Opening up layer by layer, like a fleeting epiphyllum, and under such a high-decibel volume, the only one who can stand firm and keep moving forward is Professor Snape——

He almost strode forward (I've never seen him act so excitedly), snatched back the magic wand in his godson's hand, and when the flower lost its supporting magic power, it suddenly closed back to the shape of a bud. The ear-piercing sound in the room disappeared, followed by a loud bang, the potions professor slapped the face of the platinum noble who was really bleeding from his nose without hesitation—

He could hardly bear it and was about to be slapped to the ground by this slap, but at this moment, Scorpius hurried forward to catch him firmly.

At this time, the classroom was quiet again, and almost no one dared to speak.