[HP] Noble

Ron Weasley fell straight down with an "ooh", and the clean energy didn't even have time for Potter to help him, and the back of his head hit the Slytherin carpeted floor and he could utter "" "Boom"——Hermione Granger covered her mouth and let out an exclamation, as if Scorpius had punched her hard on the nose.

Nosebleeds poured from the red-haired Gryffindor's nostrils, and Draco sneered contemptuously.

Half of his hands were covered with the hair grown from the Growth Curse, and the orangutan-like Potter looked as if he was going to rush forward to fight Scorpius, but at this moment, Hermione, who was behind him, grabbed him And shook her head at him, the Gryffindor girl carefully raised her eyelids and glanced at the two Slytherins not far away, biting her lower lip as if hesitating to speak, Scorpius knew her Worried about something, he shrugged and said, "As long as you keep an eye on Potter, don't let him draw his wand at me or anyone at Draco again."

Hermione nodded, and the Gryffindor Savior beside her let out a low growl of aggrieved and exasperated.

At this time, Hermione was obviously not in the mood to take care of his mood. She walked up to Ron, waved her wand, and finished reciting a healing spell with a trembling voice in a frightened voice—the effect was not very good. The click from the bridge of Enwesley's nose made her almost poke her wand into his nostril, and from Scorpius' side, at least after the spell was cast, Red No matter how crooked Mao Weasley's nose was when he punched him before, it still looks the same crooked now.

For Draco, there is obviously nothing in the world that is more pleasing to the eye than "Ron Weasley fell unconscious with a nosebleed" and "Hermione Granger failed to use a spell", When the Gryffindor girl was trying to stabilize her breath and wanted to use the healing spell again in a clear and correct way, Prince Slytherin stepped forward and kicked the lying on the ground with his toes. After confirming that he really lost consciousness, Gryffindor said with a mean but satisfied emphasis: "If I were you, I would use a levitating spell to remove this red mole from here first. —or do you feel that the Slytherin common room is more comfortable and safe for you than the hospital wing?"

After Draco finished speaking, Hermione suddenly raised her head and looked at him blankly, apparently suddenly unable to understand English.

And Potter also seemed to have some trouble understanding the two adjectives "Slytherin common room" and "safe and comfortable" appearing together in the same sentence.

And Draco scoffed at their dazed performance and lack of humor, and when he sneered at Weasley's face as if it had just started a fireworks party, he looked like he had finally moved on from the day before. calmed down in the midst of a brawl—although as a price, he and Scorpius could spend the entire day on Christmas Day tidying up the common room... unless they had the heart to bring the holiday back The rest of the students wondered if their college's common room had just undergone a forced demolition.

"His nosebleed is staining our rug, Potter," the Slytherin prince reminded lazily.

"Oh, damn it," Potter cursed, "I didn't bring out my handkerchief - Hermione, did you have one?"

While the two Gryffindors were frantically trying to stop the nosebleed that was continuously pouring down like a faucet was turned on for their companions, Draco stood aside with folded arms, narrowed his eyes slightly and said seriously: "I There's a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time, Potter."

That rare serious tone made the Gryffindor savior look up strangely.

Draco raised the corners of his lips and showed a contemptuous smile: "What gave you the confidence to impersonate me and talk to Gretel?"

"..."

"Your body odor can be smelled by others across a hallway. Do you think Polyjuice Potion can cure body odor? Or can it cure poverty? Oh, yes, at least Goyle's father will not allow him My son used a broken wand from the beginning of school until Christmas..." At this point, Draco paused, and then made a face that suddenly realized, "Of course, I'm too narrow, of course we Can't rule out the possibility that Weasley will continue to use the personality wand after Christmas - the orchids are blooming well, aren't they?"

"Oh, for God's sake, shut up, Malfoy!" Potter blushed with anger, and without knowing where he got the strength, he pulled Ron up from the ground and put him on the ground in a fit of rage. Over his shoulder, Draco let out a satisfied sneer.

Looking at Prince Slytherin, Prince Slytherin, who held his proud platinum head like a little peacock and made his face turn red and green when he teased Potter, Scorpius had to express that he was relieved by this, otherwise he would Already thinking about whether it would be appropriate to punch the tall nose bridge of the platinum nobleman, even though he tried very hard not to let himself laugh: Draco's hair-destroying behavior just now really looked like a raging dog The ferrets - errrerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) tbh errrrrr in a nutshell.

But at this moment, there was only a "click", and everyone in the common room was stunned, and then saw the broken wand that Ron had dropped on the carpet-now it was sticky because of the overuse just now. The transparent glue on the top can no longer support it to maintain the appearance of "one".

The unicorn hair on the inside of the wand poked out from the splintered wood, messed up with dirty clear glue.

Ron Weasley was unconscious. Harry Potter lowered his head and stared at the wand as if his soul had gone out of his body at this moment. On the contrary, Hermione Granger, who was following behind, immediately bent over after seeing it. Waist picked it up and put it back in his pocket.

"Potter, I don't understand your Gryffindor's definition of friendship." Draco sat back on the sofa gracefully ignoring the ruins in the background, crossing his legs and squinting at Gryffindor who was slowly walking out The trio were chasing after Potter for the final blow, "The Weasleys are poor, but the Potters are not. Are you reluctant to lend seven Galleons to your friends?"

There was nothing offensive about Draco's words.

Even when he asked, the tone was normal.

But he managed to stop the Gryffindor trio who had already beaten to the door of the common room—they turned their backs to the only two Slytherins in the common room, speechless—very Obviously, while Slytherins and Gryffindors have different ways of doing things and seeing things differently in many ways, they couldn't find a single "Gryffindor" in this respect. excuse yourself.

Seven Galleons were not something that a random student could take out casually—but for Seven Galleons—obviously, the wand that a wizard relied on to survive and study was more important.

Harry moved his lips, and didn't even want to use "dignity" as an excuse-he really thought about buying a new wand for Ron as a Christmas present, but after thinking about it, he But in the end he dismissed the idea, because he thought it was inappropriate, and the wand should be given to his son by Mr. Weasley or Mrs. Weasley instead of him-a little bit more hidden by him The dark side of selfishness: He fears that his unnecessary actions will make the Weasleys hate him.

God knows how much he'd wished he'd been unwrapping presents with Ron this morning to see him get a new wand from one of his presents - or a Gringotts withdrawal slip that said no more no Seven Galleons less.

Ron looked very much looking forward to it, too.

Of course, the final outcome is that when he saw his good friend who was obviously disappointed but insisted on being happy and said that the sweater knitted by his mother was at least better than last year and did not use the green color he hated, his mood seemed to sink along with it. into the depths of the icy sea.

He spent the rest of the morning trying to get himself to forget and stop thinking about the problem - and the wand failed when it shouldn't have - and the wand failed in front of the people it shouldn't have. A question—a question posed openly by the last person who should know.

What could be worse than this?

With his back to the two Slytherins, the Savior of Gryffindor didn't even want to look back at any of the expressions on their faces at this moment - he didn't even want to notice that Hermione beside him was getting thicker and sounded like There was a very bad gasp from crying, and the unconscious Ron was heavy on his shoulders, and every time he took a step, he almost worried that he would fall to the ground in the next step-the chest was violent The ground heaved, letting his eyes fixate on a certain print on the carpet under his feet, and Harry had no doubts that he might look like he had pink eye or something—

"Don't meddle in your own business, Malfoy," he heard himself say in a cold, numb voice, "don't think you're a big deal just because you're rich."

After speaking, he grabbed the red-haired Gryffindor who was leaning on his shoulder, and walked out of the Slytherin common room step by step.

Even counting the past 11 years spent at my aunt's Christmas together, this year was the worst Christmas - yes, even including when Dudley was five years old and their neighbors led their own family. Including the Christmas when his hounds drove him all the way from the house to a tree by the side of the road and kept him from coming down from the tree until dark.

……

When the Gryffindors left, they looked at the platinum aristocrats sitting on the sofa with their chins propped up in thought, and looked around at everything—this lesson tells us that Gryffindors must not be allowed to enter the Slytherin common room No matter what they want to do—at this moment, everything in the basic common room is not where they should be. The portraits are hanging crookedly, and the characters inside can be faintly heard protesting loudly. The landscape painting melted by Ke's inexplicable spell naturally doesn't need to consider the current state, the big chunks of the carpet are full of splashed ink, to be honest, even if Weasley's nosebleeds are really dripping on it, it can't be seen...

After holding up his wand and realizing that he couldn't do anything, Scorpius instantly lost interest in cleaning them up. He sat down on the sofa opposite Draco, looked around, and finally picked the most useless one. He waved his wand lazily, and the fruit that Granger had tried to drop on Draco like a bomb jumped back into the fruit bowl obediently. , the fruit plate was put back neatly on the tea table that was missing a foot and was now crumbling——

So when the fruit plate fell, the whole coffee table collapsed.

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "Oh, if you want to hear this - well done then."

"You sound like you're in a good mood." Scorpius sarcastically curled his lips.

"Well, it's not bad enough that I can hear you being sarcastic and I don't want to deny it." His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin chuckled viciously, "Oh, poor silly baby Potter, silly silly baby Potter who is invulnerable to guns and guns, just like that The question of seven Galleons and a heart of glass shattered to pieces—what better Christmas gift could there be?"

"Yes," Scorpius rolled his eyes. "For example, what do you think of a mess like a Slytherin common room that was bombed by an atomic bomb and a furious Professor Snape?"

After Draco thought about it, it was probably the option of "Furious Professor Snape" that made him grimace involuntarily—although Professor Snape didn't stay at school for Christmas this year, considering that Snape Professor Pu is the first one among all the professors to return to Hogwarts every vacation. At this time, His Highness Prince Slytherin finally had to move his comfortable lazy ass and leave his favorite one. Seat, rubbing against Scorpius, lying on the sofa and waving his wand to clean up the potion ingredients scattered all over the floor.

Under the command of his wand, the small drawers flew back to their original labeled wooden compartments in an orderly manner.

The remaining potion materials cannot be directly exposed to any magic due to the different sensitivity of the medicine, so they must be manually sorted, so after ten minutes, there are two more in the pile of ruins in the quiet Slytherin common room. The people who sat on the carpet picking up potion ingredients, they each had their own division of labor, rarely spoke during the period, except that Draco occasionally muttered to Scorpius to "give me that cinnamon bark" or "put this sweet pea in to your side"...

The finishing work proceeded slowly until finally only the last few materials remained on the carpet.

Scorpius folded his arms, watched Draco put Tansy into a small drawer, stretched his waist and slowly got up from the carpet - looking at the pair of silver-gray pupils. When he moved his eyes away naturally, Scorpius frowned slightly: "Draco, has anyone told you that sometimes when you decide to lie and refuse to pay attention to it, the sneaky It's easy to expose the guilty look at first sight?"

"What?" The platinum nobleman who was being called furtively raised his eyebrows, "Lying? I didn't."

"Oh, yes, I didn't see you sneaking the holy thistle and milk thistle into your dragonhide pocket, and I'm not at all curious about what you're going to use them for, said Scorpius sarcastically, "although I know that holy thistles are used for demon-breaking and purification ceremonies, and the only use of milk thistle is to anger snakes-"Universal Herbs and Analysis" will make you and G Ran Jie's head-scratching book is really a good book, isn't it?"