[HP] Born Noble

Gryffindor Proverb [-]: Use curiosity to discover new things, and then use enthusiasm to knock TA down.

On the express train at Hogwarts, when Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe were walking towards the box at the front of the car, they saw a girl with fluffy hair and a pair of front teeth talking to someone in the same box. Even if Draco didn't see Hermione Granger's iconic shaggy hair, just from the amazing admiration for magic and It can also be judged that it is the Miss Gryffindor know-it-all in the speech showing off her knowledge.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw this Muggle witch who had been competing with him in the examination field from the first to sixth grades. Draco admitted with extreme discomfort that his past self had indeed lost to this know-it-all, and he lost every time. People are angry, but I have to admit that Miss Know-It-All is indeed one of the few lions with a brain in Gryffindor.

At this time, Goyle stabbed Draco from behind, "Draco, you are so good, you must have learned everything in the textbook." Probably Miss Granger's performance and obvious knowledge advantage It makes people from pure-blood families feel uncomfortable. Goyle's question is full of air, and his voice spreads far-he himself is the type of person who will never read, but if Draco can do it If so, this kind of unhappiness compared to others will naturally fade away.

Seeing the curiosity and anticipation that Miss Know-it-All swept over, Draco endured his displeasure at Goyle's loud shouting, and before he fled away, he spoke clearly and coldly, "Do you think I'm just someone who can only stare at the textbooks in class? And still a nerd for first-year textbooks? The profoundness of magic is far beyond what textbooks can contain." Even if the Dark Lord agreed to dance a hula dance on the Three Broomsticks, he would never spend precious time reviewing first- and second-year textbooks.At that time, he might as well spend time in his own library and study his magic purification.

Squeezing to the front and finding the reserved box that had been taken care of by the prefect, Draco had the leisure to look down the car. There were a lot of people, and it was not easy to find a specific person in the dense crowd. Draco didn't look much After finding nothing to gain, he retracted his gaze and took out a copy of "Principles of Advanced Pharmacological Analysis" to see if he could find something to solve the bottleneck problem encountered in the past few days.

Of course Draco couldn't find Harry, he himself was too familiar with the wizarding world, so that many common sense questions would be ignored as it should be, Draco didn't pay attention to the question about King's Cross Station Nine and Three/Four How inconceivable this address is to ordinary people, and Harry Potter, the untrained little lion, obviously doesn't care about such details, and he doesn't start worrying until he really can't find the platform.

So as fate would have it, Harry got help from the enthusiastic but also late Weasley family, and with the help of Weasley's twin Bludgers, Fred and George, he managed to arrange his luggage. He was Harry Potter - just because he wiped his sweat.

In fact, at the very beginning, Fred and George were surprised and curious about the scar on his forehead. Harry didn't hate it. First, the two brothers really helped him very kindly, and they were always lively. Singing is never cold, it's very interesting, besides, his scar is really weird, isn't it?But Harry later heard them run under the car to his mother, the kind lady, about the night he was orphaned, and although the lady snapped him down immediately, Harry still recalled that he had never In the dream, he could vaguely remember the green light, screaming, begging and noise... He didn't understand it at first, but now he has understood the meaning of it... It feels really bad.

But it's not worse, if the twins were careless because of curiosity, then Ron, the younger brother of the twins, after entering the same box with him, showed even less wink.

"Are you really Harry Potter?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Ron seemed to be very excited and gesticulated his forehead again, "Then you really—you know..."

Harry parted his bangs again helplessly, hoping to stop the curiosity of his new friend.

"Wow, this is what the mysterious person did...then do you remember..."

"No." Harry cut him off quickly, he was very blocked, he didn't like this topic at all.

"I really don't remember at all? Oh..."

"Well, Ron," Harry interrupted Ron, turning the subject abruptly, "Do you know which house you will be sorted into?" Seriously, ever since I met Draco in Diagon Alley that day, Hearing his sorting theory, Harry never stopped worrying about this question. At this moment, he happened to meet a child from a wizard family who seemed to be very experienced in sorting, so he happened to ask him.

"I don't know," the red-haired, dirty-nosed Ron shrugged in response to Harry's question. "Our family is all Gryffindors, so I think, maybe I am too."

Another one followed the family, and Harry became more and more confused about the separation. He didn't know if his family had any fixed choice, "It seems that the whole family will be assigned together."

"That's not true," Ron quickly opened another window for Harry, "There are also brothers and sisters who are in different colleges, just like Charlie, my second brother, he has a classmate's younger brother who was assigned to Ravenc Law, not every family is guaranteed to be in the same house, but mine may be a Gryffindor family, and to be honest, if I were sorted into Slytherin, my mother would probably kill me."

"Is Slytherin house very different from Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor is of course the best!" Ron almost didn't jump up, trying to dispel Harry's doubts with a very firm and serious tone, "Listen to me, the current Headmaster Dumbledore graduated from there, The greatest and most powerful wizard of our time! Slytherin is a terrible place full of Death Eaters!"

"I know, that's where Voldemort graduated from." Harry muttered sullenly, and Draco was right, everyone saw Slytherin that way.

Ron shuddered at the name, then marveled at the Gryffindor-style courage of the 'savior' again, before continuing his topic, "Slytherin is a college that specializes in cultivating dark wizards. Mysterious A lot of people's followers are from Slytherin."

"But..." Harry frowned again. Could it be that there wasn't a single follower from other colleges?Are all Gryffindors heroes?

About Harry's hesitation made his new friend feel a little strange, "What? Did you hear someone tell you that it's a good place?"

"I know a friend who said that the Malfoy family all went into Slytherin..."

"Oh, my God!" Ron interrupted Harry when he heard the name, surprised and anxious, "A Malfoy! Harry, the whole Malfoy family are Death Eaters. My dad said that Malfoy was supporting One of You-Know-Who's main powers, he's been lying about his escape from Azkaban. No Malfoy is a good thing."

"Hey, what is our little Ronnie talking about?" The door of the box opened, and two identical heads protruded from the outside.

"I heard Malfoy."

"There are also rumors about Malfoy."

"Oh, my dad always said that."

"Oh, always listen to your mother."

"Little Ronnie is mama's sweet baby."

"Little Ronnie, when will you grow up?"

The red-haired twins at the door grinned and snapped at each other, making Ron's ears turn red, and he yelled in embarrassment, "Originally, he is Harry Potter, Harry Potter! Why? Will think that Slytherin is a good person, everyone knows that Slytherin does not have a good thing!"

The door of the box opened, Ron's yelling, and the friends outside the box who were passing by with the twins to say hello, all heard Ron's yelling, "Oh, did you hear that, it's Harry Potter..."

"The legendary Boy Who Lived."

"I don't know if there is a lightning scar."

Although the door of the box is blocked by the pair of twins who look funny, the enthusiastic heads behind are still competing to stare at Harry's forehead with awe, excitement and overheated eyes, and Harry's bangs seem to be almost lost The blocking function is gone.

"Scars..."

"Did the mysterious man stay that night?"

"Wow, Harry Potter..."

Listening to the exclamations and whispers that spread farther and farther, Harry lowered his head. Originally, he should be happy that someone could greet him warmly. After all, because of Dudley, he was willing to make friends with him since he was a child. Too little, but he can't be happy now, these people don't really want to make friends at all, they just want to make fun of him, and then they keep talking loudly and repeatedly about his reputation, his scars, and the loss of his parents that night...

It's not rare for him to know such a 'friend'. At least, when Draco knew his name, he didn't make a fuss about the death of his parents, and he didn't point at the scar on his forehead when he handed him chocolate. , What happened to Slytherin, at least, the Slytherin they said was so bad that they couldn't be worse, didn't have the habit of making up other people's mistakes behind their backs.

"Hey, why are you all stuck in the corridor?" A girl's voice came from a distance, overpowering everyone's buzzing, sounding a little domineering, "Have any of you seen Neville's toad?"

"There is no toad here, but there is Harry Potter."

"Really?" A girl with brown shaggy hair and big die squeezed in, her eyes turned around and finally landed on the black-haired boy's head, she seemed curious too, "Hello, my name is Hermione Granger, I know you, I've read all the books about you. They say you're a very powerful little wizard who killed that man."

"I, I don't know." Harry secretly clenched his palms.

"You..." Hermione seemed to want to continue, but changed her mind for some reason, "I mean, your potential looks great, which house do you want to put yourself in? You know, Hogwarts There are four colleges. I have inquired about them. The headmaster is a Gryffindor. He is so powerful. Gryffindor College must be very good. It doesn’t sound bad. Isn't the director..."

Before Harry could speak, Ron couldn't help it. First, he brought out his greatest theory of Gryffindor again, and then began to brainwash Harry, "Of course Gryffindor! All Everyone knows that the person who can’t even mention his name is most afraid of Principal Dumbledore. My father said that Principal Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of our time. However, Harry is also the only one who survived from that person. I defeated that person at the age of one and made that person disappear, so of course Harry belongs to Gryffindor, and our family is also Gryffindor." Adding the last point, Ron felt a little complacent.

"Oh, is that so?" The little brown-haired girl looked at Ron with a little contempt in her eyes. She walked to the door, turned around and suggested to Harry, "You know, even if you are the savior boy who defeated that man, but You are only 11 years old, so you don't have to tolerate other people's rudeness." After finishing speaking, the brunette girl raised her chin and said to Ron more imposingly, "You have dirt on your nose, no one told you What?" After she finished speaking, she tossed her hair and left.

Ron's face was as red as his hair, and he pointed to Hermione's receding back, "Hey - how could there be such a person?"

Harry didn't comment, and turned around to find an excuse to slip to the bathroom.

The bangs on his forehead still acted perfectly as a barrier, which made it difficult for anyone to pay attention to Harry after he came out of the toilet.But rumors of the famous Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, on the train had spread like wind.

"Hey, Draco, it's Harry Potter." Crabbe couldn't help but poke Draco, with curiosity and eagerness in his tone.

"Ah."

"Then let's go and have a look, shall we?"

"What do you think you're doing, visiting an acromantula?" Draco pursed his lips almost into a straight line.What catches your eyes?Potter must have made friends with the poor Weasleys by now. He was born a Gryffindor, and many things were preordained.

A snack car passed by, and when Crabbe heard the greetings of chocolate and pumpkin pie, he immediately forgot about Harry Potter and jumped up, "I'll go see if there's anything delicious..."

Together with Goyle, they squeezed to the door, and Draco was the only one left holding a book in the carriage.

Except for the occasional need to um ah promise to come from the door 'Draco, do you want to eat strange beans? ''Draco, here are walnut-flavored quills' or 'Draco, would you like pumpkin pie or lamb pie', Draco kept his attention on the turlin grass in his hand. In terms of presentation and use, the occasional gasps of surprise and the exclamation of the name 'Harry Potter' from the corridors are avoided as much as possible.

As the frequency of the name 'Harry Potter' being mentioned outside the door became more and more frequent, Draco's attention became more and more difficult to concentrate, and he became more and more irritable. He closed the book heavily and turned his face to the box At the door, "Have you two chosen well? Do you have to eat everything before deciding what to buy?"

When Draco got angry, Crabbe was at a loss, "Draco, I..."

Gore swallowed his saliva, holding a bunch of snacks, he seemed to be having a hard time choosing, "Then do you want to..."

"Don't buy it for me, I don't eat outside food." Draco said coldly.

Finally pulled the two foodies back from the snack trolley, the box that originally could accommodate six people seemed to be overcrowded immediately, and Draco felt that there was no place to stand, which made him want to Roll your eyes.At this time, the door of the box was knocked twice lightly, and the two people who were only busy eating snacks obviously didn't hear it, so Draco had to stand up by himself.The door of the box was gently opened, and a thin, black-haired boy stood outside the door, with a pair of shockingly beautiful emerald green eyes under the broken glasses wrapped many times with plastic tape.

"Draco..." The chick finally found someone who could make him feel at ease. The originally clear green condensed a thin layer of water mist for unknown reasons, and the clear green became a bit thick under this situation. De Laco paused for a moment, looked outside the box, and when he found that no one was paying attention, he dragged Harry in and blocked him with his body intentionally or unintentionally, "Grey, Vincent, take Find Blaise for your snacks, now, immediately, immediately!" Draco's sternness caused Goyle and Crabbe to rush out with their snacks.

"Okay, now we can talk, what's the matter?" There were only the two of them left in the waiting room, and Draco looked at the little face in front of him that was gradually turning sunny, feeling a little puzzled.Judging from the excitement and commotion of everyone in the corridor outside just now, it is obvious that the identity of the boy who survived the catastrophe has been exposed. According to the consistent behavior of that brainless fellow Weasley, he should be the one who caused the crime, and Haribo Te, the great savior, should be worshiped as a hero by everyone at this moment—with such fame and glory, then for a thousand or ten thousand reasons, the golden boy of Gryffindor should not be sneaking around at this time. Go to the door of his box, and look like he is about to drop the golden beans.

"I, I don't like them!" Thinking of the experience just now, Harry was obviously not very happy.

After hearing the reason for Harry's sudden bad mood, Draco raised his forehead. After experiencing life and death, and having gained so much knowledge for so many years, of course his way of handling things can't be the same as those eleven or twelve-year-old children.