[HP] Noble

The Slytherin common room at this moment was as quiet as a cat could suffocate.

No one spoke and no one moved.

Just when Scorpius was racking his brains to think about how he should explain himself to the prince of Slytherin, who was sure to be furious, "why didn't he tear Potter to pieces the first second he stepped into the Slytherin common room?" When he asked this serious question, what he didn't expect was that Hermione Granger was the first to respond among the crowd.

Moreover, what she reacted to was not at all the matter of "Malfoy is back and we were found", her focus was entirely on——

On the book in Draco's hand.

You can imagine Crabbe's tall and clumsy body leaping up from the sofa in a supernatural way, and then glaring at the platinum nobleman standing at the door with an exaggerated, jealous, and crazy expression: " "Universal Herbal Medicine and Its Analysis"! I have been waiting in the library every day since the beginning of school, just to wait for this book to check the summary table of the effect analysis on magic herbs! Damn it! It was returned to the library today And I missed it!!"

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "..."

When he saw the "Guardian Guardian", who never spoke with a higher pitch, actually yelled at him at this moment, Draco's face was indeed blank for a moment, but soon, his The dazed look was swept away by a suspicious, vaguely annoyed emotion, and he raised his eyebrows so high that they almost flew into the hairline (which is very telling), but he didn't speak, just He switched the book in his hand from his right hand to his left hand, and then pulled out his wand from his waist with the vacant right hand with lightning speed. The moment the wand was pulled out, the tip pointed straight at "Crabbe"'s fat face.

"Oh?" The current Slytherin prefect who was standing on the edge of the sofa blinked his eyes, and said half-jokingly, as if his business was not messy enough, "So now it's an escalation from the basic conflict to the book defense?"

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.

The scene that was originally in a stalemate suddenly became chaotic because of Draco's action.

Seeing their companions being pointed at by their wands, Ron pretending to be Goyle and Potter pretending to be Draco let out a panic at the same time, and began to lower their heads in a frantic attempt to hide in the same color-changed Slytherin robes wrapped around themselves. Searching through my pockets—an interesting situation has emerged. Although school uniforms are made uniformly, the structure of school uniforms in different colleges is actually not exactly the same. Compared with Gryffindor, there are more Slytherin robes pockets to allow them to put more stuff—

So this means that the Gryffindors who didn't realize it when they changed their school uniform robes now don't know where to go to get their wands out of their bodies.

But at this time, when he looked at the crowd in a hurry—especially the "self" who looked as if he had just woken up from a dream with a dazed and panicked face, "disgust" flashed across Draco's face as if setting off fireworks. A series of negative emotions such as "disgusting", "anger", and "contempt" almost squeezed out the name "Potter" from between his teeth. The person with the same appearance as him was sent flying sideways!

Potter let out an ugly cry of pain in Draco's high-pitched voice, and slammed it hard against the wall next to the fireplace - there was a cupboard against the wall, full of things that could be used or checked at hand. potion materials, when Potter hit it, the cabinet made a loud "bang", because of the influence of magic, hundreds of small cabinets were pulled out and exploded at the same time, different potion materials plus wooden storage cabinets smashed Smashed Potter all over his face!

The Savior of Gryffindor kept crying out in pain. When he finally groped for his wand and grabbed it and got up in the chaos, everyone saw that his silver-gray pupils were changing at this time—— They gradually became darker and darker from the initial silver-gray, and finally turned into a lake-like emerald green...

And the change seemed to make Draco uncontrollably furious.

Scorpius saw the platinum nobleman's chest heaving violently due to anger—that pale little face was stained with a faint pink blush... After a moment of daze, Scorpius suddenly thought of a question——

First of all, Draco is quite satisfied with his appearance, whether it is now or in the future and I am afraid that this situation will continue until he has both feet in the grave; secondly, light-colored hair and pupils are a must for the Malfoy family. Changed fixed heredity, even if Mendel, the founder of the theory of genetics, climbed out of the grave, he could only find that he could not make any explanation for this phenomenon, and finally crawled back to bury himself regretfully.

And now, Porter has easily subverted the concept of "silver gray and platinum gold" and involuntarily made them "green and platinum gold." Guess what——

"Potter!" At this moment, Prince Slytherin's face was almost distorted with anger, "How dare you use my face—"

Well, look, that's how it will be.

The "Draco with green pupils and platinum-blonde hair" that Potter has become now can be said to have subverted Draco's understanding of a certain meaning, which made him feel headache, nausea and anger-not to mention the fact that Gran The savior of Fendo returned to his own level of myopia due to the failure of the compound potion, and he had to half-squint to barely see things clearly, appearing on Draco's face that was labeled "proud" from the very beginning. At the time, it seemed quite wretched.

One after another, the spells exploded around Potter, who kept rolling and avoiding Potter, who tried to use the sofa or any other object as a cover to protect himself. Because the Slytherin rules stipulated that no fighting in the common room, the Slytherin common room instantly became The worst state of ruin that Scorpius had seen before the final battle—

The goose feathers in the cushion were torn apart with a "tear" sound due to Draco's cutting spell, and the goose feathers flying all over the sky swirled and fell in mid-air like snow, covering the ground with goose feathers.

At this moment, a red light flew over from Potter, Scorpius didn't hear what spell it was, but it hit the fruit bowl on the table after Draco stooped to dodge the attack Fruits and make them all jump wildly like fried kangaroos!

Hermione, who was hiding behind the sofa, was Crabbe with a head of thick, unkempt brown hair. She popped her head, pointed at the jumping fruits with her wand, and shouted in her restored female voice: " Oppugno (thousand bullets)!"

If it weren't for those jumping fruits that were smashing towards Draco like bombs, Scorpius would probably laugh out loud because of her current appearance-but at this time he could only He was able to wave his wand in a hurry, and formed a wand barrier in front of Draco who was busy dealing with Potter. Those fruits bounced back one by one as if they were hit on a steel plate, and finally fell to the ground and rolled. one place...

Scorpius sighed, looking at the platinum nobleman who was full of fighting spirit and waving his wand: "Okay, Draco, if you want me to say that this is the Slytherin common room, you really don't need to—"

Scorpius said half of what he said, and suddenly he felt something pressed against his waist. He looked back, only to find that Weasley, who didn't know when, took advantage of the chaos Touching his back, the red-haired Weasley in scarlet Gryffindor robes, who has completely recovered his appearance at this moment, is holding his wand against him——

Scorpius didn't know if he should raise his hands in line with the shape, but he heard Weasley yell behind him in a voice that was too tense because of tension: "Stop all hands!"

This sentence was like a curse, probably even Potter and Granger had never heard such a powerful roar from the red-haired Gryffindor, they almost subconsciously stopped what they were doing , and Draco—before paying attention to the red-haired Weasley, he took his time to finish the half-chanted spell, watching the green light hit Potter and make him let out a wail on the back of his right hand The hair on his hand grew wildly like an orangutan, and then he restrained himself slightly in satisfaction and turned around——

But the look of satisfaction on his face disappeared when he saw what was happening behind him, and now he looked at Scorpius as if he were dead, first in mid-air with Scorpius After staring at each other for a few seconds, he lazily said in the most annoying voice available, "Look what happened, Gretel, you were attacked by Weasley! "

"Obviously because the sound of you overturning the table masked the sound of his footsteps approaching me, Draco." Scorpius said calmly - at the same time, he felt the slender waist The thing poked hard, and he frowned and made a dissatisfied voice, "Don't use too much force, Weasley, I'm afraid the tape of your wand won't be able to withstand this kind of physical attack skills..."

As Scorpius spoke, out of the corner of his eye he saw Potter's facial muscles twitch violently—clearly, the kid was familiar with Muggle video games.

"Shut up, Gretel." It was His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin who couldn't find a joke at all, he interrupted him viciously, then looked away and stared at Weasley with a murderous look, "Put your wand Move away, Mole! I only warn you once!"

While talking, Draco raised his wand and pointed it at Weasley - at this time, because he was very close to the red-haired Gryffindor, Scorpius could clearly feel that the other party's body was stiff and his breathing became tense and short stand up.

"Don't you dare, Malfoy!" Weasley roared.

"You might as well try," Draco said contemptuously, raising the corners of his lips, "I'd also like to know if you're faster or I'm faster—if you can afford the consequences."

Draco's voice sounded calm, but from his slightly constricted pupils, it could be seen that he was actually nervous and just bluffing - if the Gryffindors knew a little about Draco, they wouldn't be threatened by him, But because they didn't understand, the atmosphere suddenly became more tense.

"You're provoking me, Malfoy!"

"I'm just challenging you, Mole."

"Oh, shut up and don't call that nickname!" At this moment, the red-haired Gryffindor's face and his hair turned into the same color, and Scorpius who was next to him could only feel his instant Therefore, it became tense and became a string ready to go. At the same time, he heard Weasley behind him shouting a spell that probably started with the letter "C" in his ear quickly and loudly. Listen to the pronunciation , it should be Colloportus (imprisonment spell)——

Scorpius cursed secretly—no matter what the spell is, it hurts to be hit at such a close range.

Almost at the same time, a white light flew out from the front of the wand in Draco's hand, and when Weasley was about to be hit, Potter standing behind him yanked him violently. Together they dodged the spell with Scorpius - the spell hit a picture on the wall behind them, and the picture sizzled in an uncomfortable way. and white smoke...

By this time, Weasley's wand had been removed from Scorpius' waist.

The strange thing is that he didn't feel any pain when the other party finished chanting the spell completely.

Looking back curiously, he found that, whether it was because Weasley was too nervous to cast the spell or there was something wrong with his wand itself, the confinement spell had changed, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, the tip of his wand bloomed There was an orchid that was in full bloom and fragrant.

So "Colloportus" became "Orchideous", the orchid blooming spell.

The red-haired Weasley stared dumbfounded at his wand, stared wide-eyed in front of everyone, stammered and glanced around the people who were staring at him speechlessly at the moment: "Uh-can, can you never ?”

Everyone: "..."

Scorpius smiled: "No chance."

Then he turned and slammed his fist on the bridge of the nose of the red-haired Gryffindor, who had a blank face.