[HP] Noble

Scorpius was stunned: "Astoria?"

Draco snorted noncommittally.

Scorpius thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to say about it, and finally he had no nutrition to say: "Well, she is a beautiful girl."

The Slytherin prince unceremoniously responded with a short sneer at the comment.Before anyone could react, he closed the newspaper with a swipe, stood up from the chair, brushed his platinum hair irritably and said, "I'm going out for a walk."

"Don't go too far, the train has already left, and the prefect will come to check in a while." Pansy warned without looking up. She was flipping through a witch fashion magazine, and she seemed to have a simple anti-prank charm on one of them. Scorpius leaned over to take a look, but she pushed his head away in disgust, "Oh, this is certainly not as good as the one Draco gave you, well, boy, this is not something boys are interested in ..."

Draco curled his lips and put on a lazy expression, leading Goyle and Crabbe swaggering out of the box.

Not long after Draco walked, it began to rain heavily outside, and the window was blurry, and nothing could be seen clearly.Even the temperature in the box dropped sharply. Amidst the chatter, the box gradually quieted down. Pansy was still reading her magazine, and took out the order form attached to the back of the magazine, and became very excited. Filling in the goods that need to be purchased, Scorpius looked at it for a while, and finally fell asleep under the onslaught of drowsiness.

When he was about to arrive at school, Draco opened the door of the box, his delicate and beautiful face looked refreshed.

With a sneering smirk, he sneered loudly, "Brace, you should have seen the Mole's dress—"

His voice disappeared in his throat, he paused, lowered his voice and looked at the little Slytherin who was curled up in the corner of the box and sleeping soundly: "What changed him? How can you sleep in this kind of place? -Okay Now, Goyle, watch where you step, and don't step on Pansy's cat's tail, you'll make an earth-shattering noise."

Scorpius was not awakened by Draco's noise at all. At this moment, his head was buried between his knees curled up, and the black shattered hair hanging on his forehead trembled slightly with his even breathing.He was covered with a spring dark green Slytherin cloak, and Draco raised his eyebrows, and he recognized that the decoration on it was a totem belonging to the Zabini family - the owner of this robe also becomes obvious.

Turning his eyes, he saw the wheat-skinned Slytherin sitting on the soft chair opposite Scorpius, looking at himself with a smile: "What do you say about Weasley's dress?"

Draco cleared his throat and mumbled a few words, looking less excited than before. He sat down beside Scorpius and sneered: "The style that was quite popular in the eighteenth century— I also seem to see a bit of mold on it, which is horrible, why would they want to wear curtains?"

"My curtains are going to cry, Draco, because of your insult." Pansy said sarcastically, rubbing her body against Draco again, the coldness of Prince Slytherin made her shiver, but for a short moment After a lot of hesitation, she still didn't let go of him.

"Well, Pansy, you can't hang on me forever boneless - let me get up and change into my school uniform, we're almost there - please, who's going to take this creature that sleeps like a puddle Wake up?" Draco paused, and took Zabini's cloak off Scorpius, "—here, Blaise, don't forget your cloak, don't you feel a little cold? ?” he asked sincerely.

Blaise smirked at the platinum nobleman: "A little bit."

"...Very well, put it on then."

Draco, muttering impatiently, started changing into his school uniform.

……

When the Hogwarts Express came to a complete stop, it was raining heavily outside, and it was completely dark.The Slytherin students walked at the front, and Draco and his party were always at the front of the line. They boarded the first horse-drawn carriage—but even so, they were all drowned .

After getting into the carriage, Draco couldn't wait to pull out his wand, and cast a few quick-drying spells on himself, and the other seniors followed suit as if they suddenly realized, Draco cleaned his clothes and began to grab his wand, trying to deal with Scorpius , a few simple and quick household charms made the boy's clothes dry and warm after steaming, and finally, Draco cast a quick-drying spell on his head——

The effect was a bit too much, and Scorpius' soft black hair immediately became frizzy like a wild cat with fried fur.

"Oh, my God—" Draco said with a hint of relief, a little surprised, "it seems that this spell is really not suitable for hair."

Scorpius stroked his hair, and when he looked up, he saw that Draco's own hair was still dripping, and his eyebrows almost flew to his forehead: "You use me as a living body experiment?!"

Draco smirked at him sincerely: "I'm just too worried about you. It's a cold day if you don't dry your hair, kid."

Scorpius snorted at him: "Why don't you have one for yourself?"

Draco put on a serious face brazenly: "I am stronger than you, and I still have some resistance."

Before they got out of the carriage, it was Zabini who came up with a new way - he took out his wand, tapped it on his cloak, cleared his throat and muttered: "Impervius (proof against rain and moisture)." Shaking the cloak , he looked very pleased with himself, "So we can have a ready-made rain cloak." He said to the others with a smile.

"That's a good idea," Draco muttered, doing the same to his own cloak, then tugged at Scorpius's not too gently and tapped it with his wand.When he finished these, the carriage suddenly shook, obviously fell to the ground from mid-air, and there was no one outside. The door was opened silently, and pea-sized raindrops came in from the outside immediately, and the cloak was fixed on the head. The man rushed up the stone steps in front of the school gate in three steps and two steps, and rushed into the castle.

There, Peeves, holding a few red water balloons in his hand, had been waiting for a long time. He let out a sharp giggle and rolled excitedly in mid-air when he saw the first people rushing through the gate. , and then, its movements froze in mid-air—"Oh, little oriental devil! How could it be you!" Peeves screamed in great disappointment.

"You'd better put that away, Peeves," Scorpius warned. "It's raining heavily outside, and the power of your thing looks ridiculous compared to that."

"Oh shut up! Shut up! Damn little devil!" A water bomb fell on the door and exploded, just as a group of Hufflepuffs walked in, Peeves excitedly smashed all the remaining red water bombs in his hand went out and one of them hit the senior girl who was walking in front and she let out a scream and looked terrible.

"Peeves!—Come down here—Mr. Gretel! For Merlin's sake! Do something!!!" Professor McGonagall rushed out of the auditorium, and when she went downstairs, she stepped Zabini almost fell down on the stairs. Zabini quickly supported the elderly female professor, "—Thank you, Mr. Zabini, then—" Professor McGonagall looked at Stanley expectantly. Copi, "Dumbledore still has some things to prepare, and there's no way he can come over so soon—Mr. Gretel, I just heard that you have a good way of dealing with Peeves..."

Scorpius nodded and took out a handful of yellow talisman papers, picked one from it and held it between his fingers, the yellow-white flame ignited, and when the whole talisman paper was half burned, he threw out the talisman paper—— "Soul bound."

Peeves, who was writhing happily in mid-air, chuckled sharply and threw water balloons at the students who were dodging in disorder, suddenly froze in mid-air, frozen in place——

The world is quiet.

"Very good," Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, "For your wonderful performance, Slytherin plus twenty points."

When McGonagall said this, Ron Weasley was busy pouring out the rainwater from his shoes. When he heard this, he almost threw his shoes in the face of the female professor, and he stared in disbelief. Harry: "Listen! Twenty points! To Slytherin—when has Professor McGonagall been so generous to us?!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, brushed her messy hair, and clicked impatiently, "Oh, well Ron, that's for Scorpius."

"Whoever it is, Hermione! It didn't end up on Slytherin - I'm not stupid!" said Ron, looking shrewd, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, you are the smartest." Harry shook his head with a smile, and pushed him helplessly, "Come on, we have to go into the auditorium, I'm dying of cold, I hope it will warm me up in there— "

"—Harry! Good evening!" screamed a little Colin Creevey, a third-year Gryffindor who had always seen Harry as a true hero. (Draco just overhears this, and he lets out a loud sneer from the other end of the stairs.

"Good evening, Colin." Harry smiled stiffly, and desperately dragged the snickering Hermione to leave—in fact, he was too worried, because at this moment, the gate of Hogwarts was reopened. After bumping away, a little boy carved out of the same mold as Colin rushed in through the gate. He looked like he had just been fished out of the water, wearing a suit that was obviously too big for him. Jacket (which, from the looks of it, obviously belonged only to a gamekeeper), he flung himself at Colin like a bird and yelled at a volume that could be heard across the hall: "Brother—brother— I fell into the water!"

Colin opened his arms to catch his younger brother who was rushing towards him, showing sincerity and excitement: "Oh! Dennis! This is so cool!!"

Standing not far away, Draco stared at the two brothers dumbfounded, why didn't he close his mouth for a long time, "I said—" he dragged out his voice, and asked the people around him in horror, "Does Gryffindor What's the matter?—what's there to cheer about in the humiliation of falling into a lake?"

"...Maybe I feel like I have personally experienced every corner of Hogwarts." Scorpius laughed dryly, "At least you didn't go in and swim around, did you?"

Draco looked completely offended and said contemptuously: "You don't dare to say that with your brain, the Slytherin lounge is at the bottom of the lake, you fool." After finishing speaking, he quickly He turned around and walked towards the auditorium first.

Scorpius trotted two steps and grabbed Draco's sleeve, and asked with a smirk, "Are you really comparing yourself just now?"

Draco paused, an unnatural tinge of pink appeared on his pale face, and then he gave the little Slytherin a nasty look before shaking him off.

Because I finally realized the moment I stepped into Hogwarts that, out of some goddamn aristocratic etiquette, I should have stayed with the little sister of the Greengrass family from the moment I stepped on the train-but obviously now It was too late, so Draco had to wait for her in the hall to make final amends.By the time a group of people hurried into the auditorium, there were already many people sitting at the tables of every academy inside.

Most people were complaining about Peeves and the damn rain.Just like what Scorpius saw last year, Professor McGonagall cleared his throat to silence the Great Hall, moved a stool and put the battered old Sorting Hat on it, and, of course, the Sorting Hat sang A song it took a whole year to write, culminating in the Sorting Ceremony.

Patiently watching the last freshman assigned to Slytherin, he applauded absently, Scorpius impatiently moved his butt on the stool, and after Draco gave a warning kick under the table, He pursed his lips and calmed down obediently.

What happened next proved that even to this year's seventh year students, Dumbledore had never been so annoying -

His first words, of course, were: "Welcome back, boys, and good evening."

There's nothing wrong with that.

But in the second sentence, the problem arises.

The old man looked at him eagerly with a smile and said with eyes full of expectation: "I am very sorry to inform you that the College Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

"What!" Draco gasped viciously, "Is this old man crazy? Why am I at school without Quidditch?—"

"Oh, Draco, you sound so cute now." Pansy chuckled, and Draco turned his face away and stared at her for a moment.

Dumbledore's voice floated from the teacher's seat far away—"But this year we will usher in a large-scale event that will last from October to the end of the semester, which will take up most of the time and energy of the professors and you, but I know that you will be delighted to devote yourself to this, and that you will have great fun and... precious friendships. It is my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts—”

Accompanied by a thunder, the door of the auditorium was knocked open with a bang.

①A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long walking stick and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.Everyone in the auditorium was startled and turned their heads to look at the stranger.Suddenly, another flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, and the stranger was illuminated—he took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started to walk towards the teaching desk, with every step he took, he heard "thump" and "thump" The hollow voice echoed in the auditorium, he walked with a limp, but insisted on walking towards Dumbledore, another flash of lightning flashed, and most of the students gasped unabashedly—

The scarred face frightened every student, the mouth was opened with a big crooked opening, but the place where the nose should be raised was gone.What should have been his normal eye was replaced by a stark bright blue glass bead that went up and down and made an eerie grunt.

"Sorry, Albus, there was a little trouble on the way." He walked up to Dumbledore and sat down, behind the headmaster's half-moon glasses, there was a warm smile in the blue eyes: "It's okay, Moody ...Professor." Dumbledore turned his face back to the students and announced loudly - "Children! Before I go on to announce the heart-warming news, I will introduce to you - the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Professor Moody."

There were not many noises—it wasn't that everyone was impolite, it's just that most people were still in shock and didn't wake up.

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat: "Dumbledore, go on, go on."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Minerva." Dumbledore nodded cheerfully, "Okay, children, let's continue the topic just now - the Triwizard Tournament!"

A small burst of buzzing discussions erupted at the long table of Slytherin, which had the most ancient wizarding families. On the long table of Gryffindor, Ron Weasley knocked over the pumpkin juice in front of him—most The Muggle children looked around in bewilderment.

"Of course, of course, I have to explain about this competition-this is a competition that has been interrupted for a hundred years. It used to be held every five years in the three largest wizarding schools, but because of the large number of deaths, this tradition The ancient activity was forced to stop—” Dumbledore paused, “But the International Federation of Magic believes that this year, the time has come to revive this grand event again—this year, I am very honored, this year will There will be a warrior representing Hogwarts to compete with the warriors from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang for the Triwizard Cup, which symbolizes the highest honor——the warrior who wins the competition will also receive a prize from the International Federation of Magic as an individual. A thousand Galleons as a reward—"

"What kind of terrible number is this?! Send the street bard?" Draco lowered his voice and said disdainfully.

"You look exactly like you want to participate," Scorpius kindly reminded.

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched: "Oh, shut up, gills!"

Scorpius was completely unthreatening, and calmly poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice.

"—At the same time, I am very sorry and have to remind everyone that for the safety of the competition, the International Federation of Magic has unanimously decided that only wizards over the age of 17 are allowed to participate in this competition—"

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a riot of protest in the auditorium——

"What! He can't do this!" Draco yelled angrily.

Dumbledore turned his head to the Slytherin table, his blue eyes sparkled, and the old man said kindly, "I'm sorry, but I have to say, of course I can, Mr. Malfoy—"

"Pfft—" Scorpius choked the pumpkin juice up his nostrils.