[HP] Born Noble

Slytherin conduct eleventh: Snake king, sacrosanct

After starting the formal class, Harry's first impression was not the magical class, the complicated floors, the dizzy stairs, the armors walking around in the corridor and the whispering portraits all over the wall, but ——Goyle and Crabbe are really two super good helpers. As long as they walk in front to clear the way, he and Draco will not be blocked by the crowds of people watching the fun, and he will not Being poked under the nose and pointed at.

Goyle and Crabbe were like two mountains, covering everyone's curiosity tightly, which made Harry feel a lot easier.

The second feeling: Draco knows so much!

Ah, not referring to the spell, seeing Draco's remodeled dormitory, he was already amazed, but Draco seemed to know all the shortcuts to the classroom, so they didn't need to leave the hall early like everyone else Or the break room, running around trying to find the right way to the classroom.

For example, when they went to Charms class on the first day, it was clear that the map instructions given by the senior were to pass through the hall and turn to the left staircase on the second floor to go up to the fourth floor, but Draco insisted on letting them go directly to the right staircase— —The staircase was obviously halfway—but just after they stood on the slow-walking platform, the stairs suddenly began to turn and stretch, like an elevator. After turning a full 180 degrees, they directly reached the door of the magic classroom , the whole process is super cool!

After three classes like this, he and Draco became the 'leaders' of first-year Slytherin, with Goyle and Crabbe clearing the way in front, followed by a bunch of little snakes of the same year.Probably also because there were Slytherins all around, Harry felt that there were fewer people from other houses trying to see his scars by pulling their necks.And the Slytherins around him would never stare at his forehead disrespectfully—they, the young masters, would only talk about his ill-fitting clothes and old-fashioned attire.

Later the topic was added to the vile attempts by Harry's Muggle relatives to covet the wealth of the old Potter family, and to teaching Harry 180 different ideas about how to protect his property from infringement, and citing classics - just because When they criticized his clothes for the hundred and first time, Draco said with a straight face, "Harry is boarding with his Muggle relatives, he is too young now, and the old Potter's property is still lying on the sidelines." in someone else's hands."

As for the content of the class, Harry felt that casting magic was like learning to ride a bicycle. Before getting started, he couldn't hold his balance. He just thought it was impossible and unbelievable, but once he found that inexplicable feeling, From the back, draw inferences about other cases from one instance, and make a map of Pingchuan.

Under Draco's connivance, Harry was the first student who could turn a match into a needle in the Transfiguration class, and he was the first student who could float a feather in the Charms class. The Slytherin golden boy who won ten points for Slytherin, and he is also the first kid who can outwit the crowd on his first broomstick - first flight location: the unfortunate Slytherin common room.

It was the afternoon of the third day of school, when Harry, Draco, Blaise, Daphne and Pansy, and Crabbe, Goyle happened to meet the Quidditch captain when they were writing their homework for Charms in the common room Flint took a few team members and walked out with brooms in between. They greeted Draco's table by the way. Harry saw their strange outfits, and then whispered questions to Draco as it should up.

Harry had seen broomsticks in the shop in Diagon Alley, but to be honest, he didn't know what they were for, especially when he saw that Senior Monty was still holding a big red ball.So, when the people around heard that Harry Potter, the boy who defeated You-Know-Who, didn't know about Quidditch, the whole lounge was about to boil.

"You don't know? You don't know?" Monty lifted Harry up, staring at those innocent cat eyes.

"I live with my Muggle relatives, of course..."

"Oh, it's unforgivable!" Pansy complained loudly, thinking that Harry Potter, who was invincible in class and super powerful, had no chance to play Quidditch because of his Muggle relatives.

"You really should try." Zabini suggested sincerely, and then directly took the broom in Monty's hand and placed it flat on the empty floor in the middle of the lounge, "Come on, Harry, put your hands on it, Speak [up]!"

Harry, who was pushed and shoved by everyone to push the ducks to the shelf, stood by the broom, looked at everyone's eyes, especially at Draco, "It feels so strange..."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Zabini poked him.

"Then...well, get up~get up~!" Confused, absent-minded and obviously limp, it is impossible to drive the broom, and when all those who are qualified to correct Harry's improper attitude can't help but give instructions, I saw that the broom had meekly jumped into Harry's hand.

The crowd was stunned, except for Draco, Harry blinked his green eyes, "And then?"

Ride on, kick off the ground, anyway, there is a ceiling blocking it and you can't fly out, Draco has his wand down there, and so do several other seniors in the lounge, it's safe.

The Harley fly is light and steady. Although it doesn't fly high, it definitely doesn't have the trembling, trembling and awe-inspiring feeling of ordinary beginners.

"Beautiful flight, Potter!" Captain Flint's eyes began to light up.

Harry went up until he could reach and feel the ceiling, "I just want to know what the hell is glowing." He explained aloud to those watching him below.

"It's great, I've been wanting to dig out a piece for a long time, what is it?" Zabini raised his head, expressing the aspirations of almost everyone.

"Well, it's as hard as a crystal. It's either a crystal or a gem. It's very real."

"That should be the next piece." Zabini suggested seriously.

"Well, it's strange, there is also a fruity scent, it seems to be... a mixture of pomegranate and fig."

"Firefly Crystal?" Several sixth-grade seniors said in unison, and Draco's heart was also moved. It is a rare and precious magic spar produced in Northern Europe because it is not easy to mine. It is used to increase the stability of potions.This thing can be regenerated, so it is not afraid of mining, but the disadvantage is that it is extremely hard, and it is almost difficult to cut. I did not expect such a rare thing to be on the top of their heads every day.

Draco looked at the ceiling, his blue-gray eyes seemed to turn green. The potion he was researching now was extremely unstable, which made him dare not take the next step. If he got some glow crystals...

"Harry, get out of the way!" Draco thought in his mind how much magic power he would have to use to knock out a piece.

"Hey, did you teach the Cutting Curse in the first grade..." Captain Flint didn't finish asking, and a white light over there was thrown out by Draco.

The powerful cutting curse flew out and hit the ceiling with a ding, not a single slag of the firefly crystal was dropped, which is really difficult to mine.But what is even more unfortunate is that the remaining power of the Cutting Curse issued by Draco was refracted by the crystal after it hit the ceiling shallowly, and then everyone watched as the Cutting Curse was split into two, one rushed towards the The silver big snake statue by the gate, another one spans the entire lounge, heading straight for the chandelier hanging in the corner here.

The foot of the chandelier was hit without any doubt, the thin iron chain snapped off, and the chandelier fell straight down—it was really not a big deal when the chandelier fell, and there were no students below, but the problem was that there were still some students on the chandelier. There was a fire, and directly below was Draco's table covered with homework parchment just now, and Pansy was already wailing in despair, the five-inch homework for Charms that she had just finished.

The savior once again proved that he is not only the savior facing the Dark Lord, but also the great savior in the rescue operation. At the very moment, Harry arrived on a broomstick, lowered the broomstick and suddenly fell, in a very short distance under the light of calcium carbide flames In an instant, bravely, maybe blindly, he grabbed the iron chain of the chandelier, and at the same time as he landed, a dozen [clear water like springs] swung over, shaking off the homework on the table and the great Harry, who was carrying the chandelier. Especially poured a heart-cooling.

The drenched green-eyed little black cat shook the water from its fur, and looked aggrieved at the dozen or so magic wands stretched out in front of his nose, obviously he didn't let the chandelier splash a single spark.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I really can't react in time..." A fourth-year senior took back his wand, feeling extremely sorry, and expressed the feelings of all those who sincerely helped just now.

Marcus Flint is not himself now: "Perfect! Agility, speed, good control, perfect! Definitely a Seeker, oh Harry Potter," He rushed over, picked up Harry's little black cat, and kissed hard on the forehead, "My golden boy, if you don't join the Quidditch team, Merlin won't agree! I'll go find Professor Snape said, I must..."

"Is there anything I can do for you, my—the Quidditch captain?" A soft but extremely low-temperature voice floated from the direction of the door. Where the voice slipped, it quickly cooled down all the apexes that were still trembling with excitement just now.

The little snakes turned around stiffly, and saw Professor Snape in a black robe standing at the door of the lounge, expressionless, with his thin lips tightly pursed, holding a quilt in his hand. The tongue letter of the giant serpent statue cut off by the other half of the cutting curse.

"Flying in the lounge..." Professor Snape walked in slowly step by step, "I'm really honored to see the most [brilliant] and most daring performance in the Slytherin cellar in the millennium since the school was founded, Mr. Potter. Apparently our great savior golden boy thinks it's not enough to just show off his achievements in the classroom, he must also let everyone know his... great talent in public. Oh, maybe, I should be thankful, great gold The boy didn't choose to perform in any public corridor of the school for his strong desire to perform, so this year's Slytherin's hourglass gem is still alive?"

Harry lowered his head, and every time Professor Snape said a word, he became smaller, and every word the professor said was like a needle pricking his body.At the same time, he thought even more desperately that the professor didn't like him at first, and his impression now might be even more tragic.But... well, it was his fault.

"I'm sorry, Professor..."

Professor Snape has already ignored him and turned to face others, "If I hadn't unfortunately had hallucinations, then I should have seen all of you excellent, elegant, and noble Slytherins just now, looking like a polar bear Blame it for trying to tear down the Slytherin common room. Ah, I don't know, you've come to hate this place so much."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the Slytherins turned pale.

"And you, Mr. Malfoy," said Professor Snape, whose venom was finally his godson's turn, "should I give ten points to Slytherin for your beautiful, wonderful, and incredibly powerful Slicing Curse? Still, I should write to Mr. Malfoy to ask for financial compensation, because his son has been cutting the ceiling in the school just three days after the start of school. Mermaids stayed together."

The whole rest room could hear the smell of needles falling.

The Snake King's venomous gaze swept over everyone, including someone's son and someone's son, and began to announce the punishment, "Everyone present, will be locked up from five to eight in the evening, and the location is in the common room. Slytherin behavior Copy the rules fifty times and hand them over to me before Friday. Mr. Flint, what did you want to ask me just now?"

With the silent support of all the Quidditch players, the great Captain Marcus Flint, on the cusp of the storm, sacrificed his life to find a solution, and spoke with the courage of a lion, "Professor Snape, about Mr. Potter's flying skills , I think it is completely possible for him to participate in the Quidditch selection..."

The light in Snape's eyes flickered. "Very well," he interrupted Flint, "Mr. Flint's copying will be doubled, plus two weeks of Filch's confinement, so, what else?"

Marcus's face was green, and his tall body was a little shaky.

No one said anything, Snape nodded, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, as the person directly responsible for this incident, your punishment will be doubled again. Leave it to me after Potions class on Friday. notify."

When everyone had the courage to look up, they could only see the tumbling robes disappearing at the door.