[HP] Noble

Pansy sighed: "Well, for these and other reasons, the entire wizarding world later knew about the Weasleys' family traits—thanks to themselves, but I have to say, that family traits are really boring and useless It’s so bad, I don’t even know how to speak, Draco, maybe you’d like to talk about it?”

"One of the Weasley family traits is that they have a natural ability to find water sources - so, their eldest son can get a job at Gringotts, and the second son, the one who studied dragons in Egypt - The place where they work is usually inseparable from a large desert - I must emphasize that under certain circumstances, the 'clear water' spell will not work. It was discovered about 50 years ago, those adventurers discovered in the desert The corpses of wizards, and then confirmed that there are wizards who died of thirst in the desert, and usually they died with their wands in their hands."

"When they tried to use spell reconstruction to study the cause of these wizards' deaths, they were surprised to find that the last spell cast by the dead wizard's wand was countless failed 'clear water' spells," Pansy added.

Scorpius subconsciously touched the dragon leather pocket at his waist, which contained the talisman paper of the Water Clearing Curse, and he had never considered the issue of the source of water for the spell itself, thinking absently that this problem might be found I had the opportunity to ask my senior brother, so I hesitated and said: "Oh, then, the characteristics of the Weasley family are still useful."

"That's enough. Who would go to the desert if they have nothing to do?" Draco threw down the napkin to wipe his mouth and stood up, "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Scorpius suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately sat up straight.

Draco frowned slightly, as if he couldn't understand why he was so active: "Go to practice, the school team tryout will be in two days, remember?"

"Don't remember, because you've banned me from the pitch for days, Master Malfoy," said Scorpius deadpan, "and now I'm going to go for a walk—in the woods around the Quidditch pitch , no one can stop me."

Draco looked at him for a while, before he said, "Whatever you want."

……

Compared with Scorpius' various questions, the progress of Harry Potter, who obviously has more information, is not going very smoothly.

It didn't occur to him that Ron didn't know anything.

Almost the night before the end of the second project competition, he couldn't wait to pull Ron to ask questions. After Ron patted his chest to ensure that he knew everything, Harry asked a lot about the Weasley family It's a pity that Ron kept absolutely ignorant of the question - that was definitely not a lie, Harry was sure now that Ron really didn't know.From the inexplicable expression of the red-haired Gryffindor to the excitement after hearing Harry's description and asking him a lot about those vague pictures at the bottom of the lake, either the mermaid has nothing to do with the Weasley family , or Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hadn't told their younger son this information.

Harry decided to swallow the more explosive question of the last question, "Has there ever been a magical creature with merman blood in the Weasley family?"

After Ron was almost frustrated by Pansy Parkinson's teasing at the breakfast table today, he finally dragged him back to the Gryffindor common room. In order to divert his attention, Harry and Ron began to discuss in low voices again. about the mermaid.Just as he was talking (Ron had already begun to fantasize that he was the long-lost prince of the mermaid tribe), the door of the Gryffindor common room suddenly opened in the middle, and Fred patted Harry on the shoulder from behind the sofa , with obvious ridicule in his voice.

"That's the kind of question you should ask Patsy, buddy—"

"—but I'm sure," continued Fred, "that Ron won't be a mermaid prince."

After finishing speaking, he sneered and laughed to himself, as if he felt that this guess was so unreliable.

George sat down beside Harry, and Fred continued, "Yes, if the Weasleys really had such amazing blood, Mum wouldn't have told us—"

"—we specifically mean Ron, me, and George." Fred poked his chest with a smile, and said, "No way, mom just doesn't like scumbags who don't do business, so since she is so unbiased Without concealing her magnanimity, I'm sure she wouldn't be willing to tell us such an important matter...although I think the Weasleys have lost their morals."

"By the time she decided to announce the Weasleys' family identity to the Daily Prophet, I had already fantasized that one day I would be able to bend down in front of her and then stand up and say to her: Mother, your integrity is broken. All over the floor." Making a gesture of handing it out, George shook his head, but there was a rare trace of helplessness on his playful smiling face—this gave Harry the illusion that the twin brothers seemed to be more accommodating to their old age. And the conservative family and the mother who always have a lot of dissatisfaction with them.

They'll be more capable than Patsy.Harry made up his mind, thought about it for a while, and finally didn't ask what the family characteristics of the Weasley family were - if this was news that had been told to the "Daily Prophet", then he could look it up by himself. something you want.

"I'm not useless!" The little Weasley brother, who could never catch the point, tried to resist angrily.

"When you get the prefect badge next year, you won't be." Fred pushed his brother back on the sofa, squinting his eyes with a smile, "But I think the chance of that may be even smaller than that of humans running to the moon."

Ron looked very annoyed, and jumped up and punched and kicked his brother-but of course he couldn't beat George and Fred, who were wearing a pair of trousers, and the three rolled into a ball on the sofa.Hermione was very annoyed, she thought the house-elves had just made the sofa, and they messed it up again! "This is disrespecting the fruits of their labor, and why should we do this!" She muttered, holding the book and walking away.Harry sat aside and grinned. He was used to the blockage of news from the wizarding world, and he didn't tell the Weasley brothers in the end. Playing around is more fun, isn't it?

When the boys finally had enough of their mess, and the beautiful gold and red sofa cover on the sofa had turned into a mess like pickles, Hermione gave a loud and dissatisfied "beep" Finally, I decided to go back to the girls' dormitory.George was the first to emerge from behind the sofa with a messy red head, his eyes were dazed: "Oh, who will tell me what happened to Hermione?"

"I hate you for messing up the sofa." Harry said with a suppressed laugh.

"I didn't get dirty. I took a shower yesterday." George squinted at Fred. "You were too lazy to take a shower yesterday. Look, you made Hermione angry."

"—Wait, isn't this Ron's specialty?" Fred asked blankly.

After finishing speaking, the twin brothers looked at each other, and rolled into a ball laughing at Ron's roar at the same time.

Harry naturally followed suit, and he enjoyed this rare time to relax—now, he didn't want to think about the third item at all. After he had laughed enough, he sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaning over Tired of the stove, he asked cheerfully: "Okay, Fred, George, why are you back in the common room? Did you miss the first class?"

"No." George responded quickly, "and we know you haven't either."

"—so we're going to play with you, Quidditch, you know, Gryffindor Golden Seeker."

"I hate that title." Harry frowned, and then said annoyedly, "Quidditch, Merlin's socks, I completely forgot about it--please tell me how many Seeker positions there are." Are people still competing?"

During this period of preparation for the selection, there were constant competitors who announced their withdrawal from the election for one reason or another—for example, Fred, he gave up the batsman and ran to the goalkeeper position.Fred wrung his fingers and counted solemnly: "For example, Cedric of Hufflepuff, and two Ravenclaws, one of them is of course that beautiful girl Cho Chang, Slytherin doesn't have one, count you There are four people in total."

"The competition isn't particularly fierce."

"But there's only one place," Fred reminded solemnly. "You need to practice, buddy, and now."

"Okay, go to practice - I'm going to get my broom... wait, what's your expression?" Harry stood up, and when he looked back, he saw George and Fred with slightly subtle expressions on their faces. expression, asked very vigilantly.

The twin brothers looked at each other, rarely hesitated.

"Okay, Harry—" After Fred pushed George, George scratched his head twice and said, "We know you and the Malfoy kid are not on the same page."

"—but for the honor of Hogwarts." Fred nodded desperately.

Ron let out a loud mocking snort.

"Sometimes I think you're a nuisance, my little brother," said George lovingly.

"Okay I see, I don't know when you got so close to that ferret—" Harry frowned, feeling sick to his stomach, "but if you insist on practicing with him—"

"Of course we still love you the most, Harry," Fred added disgustingly, "but on the broom, the Malfoy boys do have a bit of a knack for—"

"Even though the batting sticks are thicker than his arms." George took it on with a grin, "We're all batsmen, and we need a little coordination—come on, Harry, it won't kill you if you're wronged. "

"As long as Malfoy doesn't yank me off the broom."

Ron hesitated for a long time, and finally stared at the ceiling, his face was as red as his hair, he hesitated: "Great said, it was Malfoy's intention to let you know about the second project."

"Wait! Gretel said?! Who would believe what Slytherin said!" George's face was full of horror.

Harry said blankly, "Well, Ron will believe it."

Ron corrected: "I just believe in Gretel." After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth as if regretting it.

Harry: "I remember he happened to be a Slytherin."

Ron corrected sternly: "He just happens to be a Slytherin."

Harry slid limply off the couch onto the rug: "Well Ron, 'I'm in love with someone who just happens to be a Slytherin and I hate every other Slytherin' I've heard the logic It's been a whole year... oh, sorry, it's been two years since Christmas."

"I'm going blind from this conversation," said Fred. "Listen Ron, Mum wouldn't be happy with you with a Slytherin, um, and a 'male' Slater at that." Lin——Harry, hurry up, I don't think I can face Malfoy with a normal expression after listening to it."

"What about Malfoy?" Ron asked sensitively.

"I'm afraid I'll fall in love with him." Fred rolled his eyes and replied perfunctorily.

……

Harry followed George and Fred to the Quidditch pitch, which was now very lively every day.Draco was already waiting there, with his special broom, and he was bracing himself - Harry never used them because he thought they were always in the way, and now he felt that George had concluded correctly, Mal Foo was indeed a "wild in the most conservative degree."

Draco lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at them, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Never having missed the feeling of flying in the sky so much, Harry shivered, tightened his cloak tightly, and had nothing to say: "Uh...why didn't you see Gretel?"

Draco paused while strapping on his knee pads.

Harry subconsciously reached for his wand, but Draco just gave him a sideways look of contempt and said nothing.

good!OK!I do not speak!Harry snorted heavily, and the white mist froze in the icy air.For a moment he felt himself transformed into a horse.

Flying in the sky is the Durmstrang school team.

Krum and his captain--the boy as tall as a hill, they are very conspicuous even in the sky.They were practicing in teams, Krum moved through the air with agility, but his captain's skills were always ruthless, when the Bludger was touched by him, he would always be pulled out tens of meters, and then go straight back to the opponent The team's makeshift Seeker, the Seeker, was so caught off guard that he almost fell off his broom several times.

"He has already been signed by the German national team in advance. He is a full-fledged player. He will join the league immediately after graduation." As if he noticed who the golden boy's nervous eyes were following, George patted Harry on the shoulder and said with a sigh, " I heard that this decision made the German Ministry of Magic hate their teeth, because they wanted him to join the German Aurors——his father was the well-known Auror director of the German Ministry of Magic, Callist Dirgarbrest— You know, Britain specially invited him to do the transformation plan of Azkaban a few years ago."

"So does he have any flaws?" Harry said with a very responsive expression, "tell me to balance it out."

"Yes, he's the head boy in Durmstrang," said Fred, grinning. "To me and George, that's a blemish on his life."

"Well, it turned out to be the chairman of the male student union. Did you see the radiance shining behind him? I suddenly felt that I was going to be dazzled." Harry said helplessly.

"Usually under such a perfect appearance, there will be a vicissitudes of heart——Harry, maybe he won't move." Fred teased cheerfully.

"Oh, my God." Harry couldn't help but smirked, "This is really too bad."

…Draco listened all the time, his silver-gray eyes glancing up at the sky, but he never said a word on the subject.

Durmstrang's training didn't last long—probably because he didn't want to expose his strength to the opponent's eyes too much. After they closed the team, Harry and his party were finally able to fly in the sky for a while.It was an enjoyable practice match, and at first when Harry found out he was on the same team as Draco, he thought he'd have to defend himself against a sap from behind.

But luckily Draco had a noble heart for Quidditch, so he didn't do that.

By the time he got off the broom, Harry was drenched in sweat.

"I need to go back and take a hot shower - I feel like I'm aching all over," Harry said wearily, dragging his Firebolt.

"I'm going to Hogsmeade," said George. "Are you going, Fred?"

Fred: "What are you doing there?"

George: "Buy chocolate, you idiot."

Harry: "Why buy chocolate?"

"Because tomorrow is Valentine's Day."

Draco's voice came from behind them.

Staring at the leaving back of the platinum nobleman, Harry felt that his brain was a bit short, Valentine's Day?Oh, how could he not remember this? ...

At the breakfast table in the Great Hall the next day, though, Harry felt he was being reminded thoroughly and shockingly of the fact that it was Valentine's Day.

The shock came from a group of owls flying in from outside the auditorium.

Hermione discovered this first, and like all girls, she seemed restless today, and finally showed a little bit of what a girl should be-when the owl flew into the auditorium with the delicate flowers, she She jumped up from her seat as if she had eaten dynamite, pointed at the sky and screamed—many girls looked up at her screams in excitement and panic, so...the auditorium was flooded with excited screams.

Harry looked up from his bacon, and suddenly felt that he almost didn't know blue.

Hundreds of rose-shaped blue flowers as large as plates were dragged in from the outside by the owl in a silver and green braid - the high-key color showed that his ultimate goal would be the auditorium. On the long table on the left, the expressions of all the men present became subtler.

"Bicui, take a bite, Dad's chocolate—"

Only Mr. Scorpius Great was lying on the table and teasing the three-legged turtle with the chocolate that some girl gave Draco.

Until the owls rudely threw the bagful of flowers all over his head.

The smell of the bone flower made him sneezed twice.

The chocolate in his hand was snatched viciously by Draco, Scorpius raised his head in bewilderment, and found that the whole auditorium was staring at him—including all the professors in the professor's seat—Professor Snape raised his head most subtly. Raise half of your eyebrows.

"My God, why did the shopkeeper tell me that this year's Pirates of Versailles is sold out!" Sirius almost fell off his chair in disbelief, "It turns out they were all sent to Hogwarts—good boy !"

Pirate Rose of Versailles, produced in the arctic circle of northern Europe.It blooms around Valentine's Day every year, and the number is very small. Those who need it need to book half a year in advance. This kind of flower, which is as big as a dinner plate, is a representative flower of the courtship of a wizard to a wizard.

The price is one hundred Galleons.

The second-year Slytherin, who had no idea that he was surrounded by tens of thousands of Galleons, looked around anxiously, and finally tugged at Pansy: "Why are they looking at me?"

Pan Xi pulled back her sleeves and teased very unkindly: "Because you look good."

At the edge of the Slytherin table, a tall figure stood up silently.

After seeing clearly who was coming, the eyes of everyone in the auditorium "swish" changed, and then neatly swept among Draco, Harry, and Scorpius.

Ron, on the other hand, looked like he was about to vomit blood.

Renault Dilgabrest stood up, straightened his collar casually, and said three words to the silent auditorium.

"I sent it."

After speaking, he turned and left the auditorium.

The auditorium was boiling—applause, screaming, whistling, seeing the dumbfounded expression of the second-year Slytherin, and most of the girls groaned and leaned back on the table with their foreheads—

Why does this world look so distorted, so good cabbage makes pigs arch.