[HP] Noble

While Scorpius was busy looking for napkins all over the table to get the sweet drink out of his nose, Draco tensed up and kept his straight and serious face until the end of the back-to-school banquet... Unfortunately, it was red Pansy snickered even more at every opportunity to snicker at the ears that betrayed his true thoughts—in fact, she couldn't help it every time she turned her face to Draco to try to say something nice to him. Let the corners of your mouth rise strangely.

Everything in the end ended with Draco's complete explosion as a perfect ending.

"Well, Draco, it's okay - at least we weren't laughing then." Scorpius said sincerely, patting the Slytherin prince on the shoulder as he walked into the Slytherin common room.

"You didn't," Draco said through gritted teeth, "because you were too busy trying to keep yourself from choking on pumpkin juice - damn Dumbledore! That old madman who's always been crazy..."

The door to the Slytherin common room was pushed open, and Draco's words stopped when he saw Professor Snape, and now, the head of the Slytherin house was standing in the middle of the common room, and in fact, Scorpius found If there were no special events, Professor Snape might only appear here once a year, and most of the time he liked to stay in the Potions Professor's office not far from the entrance of the lounge.

It only took a short time for Scorpius to ring. It was time to appoint a "guide" to help the new first graders. At this time last year, his "guide" happened to be Draco, who was only in the third grade. Here Scorpius struggled for a moment, so this year, maybe Draco will--

"No, I won't be doing this job again this year," Draco said firmly to Zabini, who gave Scorpius a disdainful glance, "I spent a whole year last year fucking Broken heart, isn't that enough?"

Scorpius turned his head and smirked shamelessly at the platinum nobleman: "Lie, I'm a good boy."

"Oh, Blaise, did you hear something?... The walls of Hogwarts are coming down!" Draco looked at the boy who was a head shorter than himself expressionlessly, and sprayed his nose sound.

Zabini shook his head with a smile, and said to the two in a doting tone: "Okay, I don't want to join you."

……

The next day, the storm outside the castle had obviously stopped. Although the weather was still not very good, it made people feel a little happier.Draco seemed to have completely forgotten what happened last night. At this moment, he was sitting at the edge of the long Slytherin table, lazily spreading jam on the toast that had already been spread with a thick layer of butter, and laughing loudly by the way Everyone who tried to approach the Goblet of Fire to sign up and was thrown out of the age circle drawn by Dumbledore because they were underage - most of them were from Gryffindor.

"Scorpius, will you still take classes with us this semester?" Pansy approached and asked gently.

Scorpius thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "I don't think so, look, I can talk to you normally, can't I?"

The Slytherin prince let out a disapproving sneer.

"...This is really good news," Zabini also joined the topic, smirking, "Draco always finishes potions faster than me in Potions class because of your help."

"Even if I come by myself, I will be faster than you. Just wait and see, Blaise." Draco put down the toast and said provocatively at Zabini, as if offended, he paused, and was about to Beetui, who crawled across in front of her, took it back and put it on the side of the plate on Pansy's side who was a little further away. She procrastinated and emphasized the order, "Let me see your class schedule, cheeky grass."

"What are you going to do?" Scorpius asked warily.

"What else can I do to you?" Draco asked impatiently, "Just to see."

Scorpius glared at him for a long time, and finally muttered in compromise, escaped from his schoolbag and stuffed the schedule into Draco's hands. Master Malfoy nodded in satisfaction, unfolded the schedule in a pretentious manner, and quickly After a glance, he said in a very subtle tone: "Herbology class... Potions class right after... I'm afraid you're going to be in luck, kid."

"I can understand this—usually, if it is arranged in this way, the herbal medicine class is likely to prepare for the materials of the potion class. It's the leeches..." Pansy made a disgusted grimace, "or the gray rats, take out their bile with your own hands, shit."

...soon Scorpius understood what Pansy's words meant.

When he was wearing gloves and had to figure out a way to get their brains out of a bucket of live frogs, he wished he hadn't gotten out of bed this morning.

"Scorpius, do something." As his partner, Astoria seemed very calm, and Scorpius thought she was even a bit like Hermione Granger when it came to her academic performance, "at least Keep them quiet so we can chop their heads off with a knife," said the little girl with long blond curly hair.

Scorpius looked up at her in fear: "What did you say?"

"Oh, I'm too lazy to repeat it, but we have to stun them." Astoria raised her delicate jaw and said arrogantly.

"I don't want to chop off their heads," Scorpius protested in disgust.

The little Slytherin girl rolled her eyes in a corner where no one saw it: "Don't be more of a girl than me, okay dear."

...if manly breath means killing live frogs, I wouldn't mind picking up my little brother and turning into a cute girl for a while.Scorpius thought to himself, but he was smart enough not to say it... If it got to Draco's ears, he would probably come straight out of the Charms classroom and wring my head off.Thinking about it, Scorpius took out a piece of talisman hesitantly, shook it, then stuffed it into a bucket full of lively little creatures, and quickly closed the lid: "At the critical moment, we have to use a little local method ’” he said to Astoria, grinning.

"I don't expect you to be able to use the Stunning Charm on them." Astoria nodded, and after Scorpius reopened the lid, he reached into the bucket without hesitation, grabbed a frog, and then cut it with a sharp knife. Its head came off, and the bright red blood splashed on the cartoon bib on her chest. During the whole process, the little girl remained expressionless and said without raising her head, "It seems that for Merlin's sake, Stan Korpi, get their brains out - if you don't act, we won't be able to complete the mission."

Scorpius pinched the severed frog head with two fingers, and poked it disgustingly with the tweezers specially designed for taking small biological brains. When he lowered his head, he found that there were already four heads to be processed in front of him, and he couldn't help sighing. : "Astoria, sometimes your behavior is not the same as that of ordinary noble girls."

Astoria paused, raised her head and smiled quickly at the boy: "Maybe it's just because I know that if I want to win the respect of my future husband, I can't just rely on the family behind me."

"Oh...oh." Scorpius blinked blankly, "But we're only 13 years old?"

"Aristocratic boys will have a coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 14." Astoria blinked, and her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, "And I learned how to write at the same time. How to become a qualified noble wife."

"...Your sister also takes those courses?"

"Yes."

"Pansy also learns?"

"Yes."

"...Why didn't I see that they had learned this?"

"Daphne didn't take it seriously at all. She thought it was enough to recite a brilliant family tree—Parkinson's, maybe it was hidden too deeply, or maybe she really didn't care." Regarding the fiancée's current girlfriend, Astoria acted terribly calmly, and she said flatly, "—seriously, do you want to start dealing with these frog heads? There are already a dozen of them, and if you don't want to, we'll change jobs ?”

"No change." Scorpius decisively pinched a frog's head, carefully picked out its brain and put it into a cleaned wide-mouth glass.

……

In Potions after Herbs, they actually used these frog brains, and wormwood and daisy roots.Professor Snape asked the students to prepare a potion called "Burn-healingpaste (burn treatment ointment)", and the finished potion that was correctly made was required to be placed directly in front of the podium, and then delivered by Professor Snape himself Medical wing to Madam Pomfrey.

"I bet this is preparation for the Triwizard Tournament," a second-year Gryffindor whispered to his companions in front of Scorpius.

Scorpius stared at his back for a moment, then finally returned his attention to the root of the daisy he was cutting, and muttered under his breath, "I don't know if the warrior is from Slytherin."

"I don't think so." Astoria weighed out the precise amount of wormwood with a brass scale, and carefully poured the part that needs to be used into a spare container, even her breathing became very careful , "The parents will not allow us to take this risk—in fact, Professor Dumbledore still hides some information, the Triwizard Tournament does not occasionally kill people, almost every time there will be warriors die, at most, three It is not without chance that all the warriors in the school will die, and that was about the time when the Triwizard Tournament was held last time."

Scorpius shook his hands and cut the daisy roots into pieces. Under Astoria's condemning eyes, he beeped angrily, and began to try to make them look better: "But Della Coe looked very keen to participate."

"Mr. Malfoy cannot cross that age line, and Mr. Lucius Malfoy will not allow him to do so." Astoria took over Scorpius' job and began to let him Put the crucible on the fire and put the basic solution that has been prepared.

"—Is the pleasant conversation over? Sirs, ladies?" A silky and elegant voice came from behind the two of them. The head Slytherin, who was always dressed in black robes and walked silently, did not know when he came from the classroom The front moved behind them.

Scorpius' spine froze, his face flushed instantly, he lowered his head and nodded with difficulty: "Yes, Professor."

His answer was Professor Snape's relentless slap on the back of the head.

Staring at the tumbling robe of the Potions Professor when he left, Scorpius lowered his voice in disbelief and said angrily to his companion: "Why did he hit me?!"

"...Because he didn't want to hear your answer." Astoria said weakly, "You should learn more about aristocratic culture, my dear, sometimes we don't follow the model of answering every question."

……

"—It turns out that you have finally discovered how tolerant I am to you?"

At the Slytherin table at lunch, with Pansy and Zabini at a loss, Draco Malfoy was idly reading today's Daily Prophet. "New Mess" headline, Scorpius glanced at it, and seemed to see the words about "Weasley", oh, Weasley?This is a bit rare... Before I had time to ask a few questions, I heard the platinum noble say harshly behind the newspaper——

"Dear Gretel, I have already thought of a Christmas gift for you this year. How about a "Guide to the Code of Conduct for Noble Glory"? It was an introductory book when I started learning noble etiquette when I was four years old. It is suitable for young children of nobles—— "

"Oh come on Draco," said Scorpius sweetly, "I'm fine like this, everyone loves me, and flowers bloom when I see them."

Goyle spat the steak back on his plate.

"Thanks, Goyle, that's pretty cool." With a green face, Draco moved the plate to move himself further away from the big man, and Crabbe laughed heartlessly.

At this moment, thanks to Merlin, Draco's attention was attracted by something else - in fact, he was just repeating his old habit, waving the newspaper in his hand, and enthusiastically pointed at the three dressed men at the door Students in Gryffindor uniforms yelled, "Weasley! Uh-Weasley?!"

"...he is not a horse." Scorpius reminded dryly from the side.

Those three were naturally the Gryffindor Golden Trio.Ron Weasley, who was walking on the right, turned around angrily and raised his eyebrows: "What do you want, Malfoy?"

Draco flashed him a fake smirk. "Your dad's in the paper, Mole, that's a rare thing, you should see it - oh, maybe I'm assuming you can afford a copy of the Daily Prophet?" He said, shaking out the newspaper, clearing his throat pretentiously, and reading aloud, "[Recently, the Ministry of Magic has failed to maintain continuity effectively at the Quidditch World Cup and has yet to respond to one of its Witch officials. The explanation for the disappearance has always been criticized by people, and yesterday, the Ministry of Magic was thrown into a new embarrassment by the bizarre behavior of 'Arnold Weasley' who died of misuse of Muggle items] - I said, Weasley, When did your father change his name again?"

Draco smiled gleefully.

Scorpius propped his jaw weakly, staring absently at his smug profile.

No one noticed that their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was getting up from the teacher's seat and slowly approaching.

Before anyone could react, Ron and Harry had drawn out their wands——

"No, Harry! Ron! Stop it! You can't be here—" Hermione screamed—

However it was too late.

"Avis (birds fly)!"

"Bat-Bogey Hex!—"

cried Harry and Ron simultaneously.

Draco stood up with a cold snort, kicked open the stool and drew out his wand: "—Deletrius (disappears without a trace)!"

The auditorium suddenly fell into chaos. The Slytherin juniors screamed to avoid the flying birds and the bats. The next second they reacted, all the animals suddenly disappeared under the strong light. Of course, this is obviously not over, Ron Weasley is almost like a matador in a bullfight, he rolled on the ground, avoided Goyle's spell, pointed his wand at the Slytherin table and shouted Said: "Diffindo (divided)!"

All the cups and plates exploded in an instant, even Ravenclaw next to Slytherin was not spared, and they were in a mess to avoid the splashing soup——

"So what about your dad? Malfoy! Look at his majestic look, is he always like that? Nostrils upturned waiting to catch Galleons falling from the sky?!"

"How dare you insult my father, Potter!"

Well, that's going too far, Mr. Potter.Scorpius came out of the corner and decided to join the fray—

However, there is one person who is faster than him.

I almost felt a hot red light brushing across my cheeks—Scorpius subconsciously pulled out his wand—there was a loud bang, and a hoarse, low-pitched roar echoed over the auditorium—

"You are not allowed to do this! Disrespectful boy!"

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor limped down the marble steps, holding a wand in his hand, pointing straight at a certain place, Scorpius looked along the wand, almost forgot how to breathe for a moment——

Potter, Weasley, and Granger all stood in place, even Crabbe and Goyle—only Draco was at the original position, and at this moment, he was pointing at a snow-white dog, except for Draco. A ferret with a small section of fiery red hair at the tip of its tail. The ferret was obviously not familiar with a certain state. It lay softly on the stone floor, baring its teeth weakly at Professor Moody who was approaching him with a cane.

The silence in the auditorium was eerie.

"Are you all right?" he asked Harry.The latter shook his head blankly, obviously a little unsure about paying attention, and after Hermione's dark brown eyes glanced at the ferret, a flash of disapproval flashed quickly.

At this time, Goyle wanted to reach out, at least to pick up the limp little animal from the ground——

"Don't touch it, boy!" Professor Moody warned harshly, and Goyle shivered and quickly withdrew his hand.

Professor Moody smiled crudely: "Come on, let's see if we should teach these ridiculous kids some etiquette education—" The thumping sound echoed hollowly on the stone tile floor, just It seems to be beating in the hearts of every student present.

"What happened here?"

It was Pansy, trying to push her way through the crowd.And her voice seemed to wake up the poor little animal on the floor, and the ferret sprang up quickly, screaming in panic and ran towards the auditorium door——

Moody stomped his walking stick angrily, and raised his wand again—"I don't believe in this evil!"

"No! You have to believe it today!—Heavenly fire is coming!!"

A cold voice sounded from the corner of the auditorium.

Immediately afterwards, countless clusters of huge flames appeared out of thin air from above the auditorium. Under the order of the black-haired and black-eyed Slytherin, they fell violently to the ground like a rain of fire from the sky. Centered heavily on one-third of the auditorium, burning the entire Slytherin table and two-thirds of the Ravenclaw table, the students screamed to avoid the large group of flames, Moody looked up Watching, in horror and disbelief, trying to find the caster of the never-before-seen spell—

Among the chaotic crowd, the relatively short second-year Slytherin seemed to be frozen in place for a long time.After the flames devoured the last piece of ashes on the Slytherin table, he nodded slightly, straightened his back, and walked slowly towards the door of the hall. He squatted behind the door, and when he stood up again, On his hand was a ferret with soft and smooth fur.

He stroked the little animal's head, fixed his eyes on the red hair on the tip of the ferret's tail, smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "Okay, Master Draco, look at your virtue—this time, Beatrice can You have a companion, don't you?"