[HP] Born Noble

Slytherin code of conduct fourteen: guard against arrogance and impetuosity, learn to endure

"That Weasley is right. Your parents have been fighting Death Eaters all their lives. They are the best fighters, but even if they are the best, how many Death Eaters can they kill in their lifetime? How many Death Eaters? Do you think they will feel good after they kill someone?" Draco couldn't stand it anymore, and threw Harry, who had been depressed because of Weasley's words, directly onto the bed , looking down at him.

"Even if Slytherins were a brood of little Death Eaters, so what if you befriended a bunch of little Death Eaters? If you, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the great Savior, Because being assigned to Slytherin changed the position of these little Death Eaters in the future, thus completely eliminating the possibility of them becoming Death Eaters, do you think your parents will be proud of you, or do you think you are a shame? Do you think Are they really happy to see their only son, who they sacrificed their lives to protect, become a combat murderer with hands stained with wizard's blood? Do you really imagine killing people with your wand in the future?" Draco almost strangled his hands. Grab his neck and shake his straw brain full of incomprehension!

Harry's heart, which had been dusty for many days, slowly touched the light through the dense fog that tore through the darkness, and then he saw Draco's brilliant short platinum hair.

Draco again, always Draco.

"thanks--"

"Idiot with a brain full of spotty mans secretions, wasting my precious time!" Draco got up from the bed, stood on the ground and straightened his robes, and picked up Harry's little black cat from the bed, "Hurry up , the Halloween dinner is too late!"

Draco was right. Harry Potter, who swept away the haze and regained his life, looked at the untouched food on the plate in misery. He and Draco were late for the dinner, but he just put his plate away. When it was full, Professor Quirrell yelled and rushed in and said to the principal of the teacher's seat, "Troll, it's in the basement, I thought you should know..." Then, he closed his eyes and fainted, destroying them by the way Halloween dinner.

The prefects and seniors are responsible for escorting the students of their respective houses safely back to the common room, where the banquet will continue.But the little snakes were still unhappy about having to leave the beautifully decorated and festive hall.

"He really is a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"

"What a shame!"

"Just a mindless giant can scare him like this!" A senior Slytherin looked disgusted.

Harry looked at the purple garlic that fell on the ground, then at the empty teacher's bench, and at the students in each college looking after themselves, "A professor passed out, why is no one caring about him?"

Draco looked at Harry, looked at the garlic clove, and suddenly remembered the mysterious injury of the godfather on Halloween before. The Sorcerer's Stone, and I have seen three big dogs. If the little poisonous snake still doesn't understand the simple tricks in it, he can directly send himself to the Gryffindor tower to fight with those brainless Gryffindor monsters. stay together.

Killing Quirrell's garlic head, hurting his godfather?

very good!

"Let's go and take the professor to the medical wing." Draco suggested, "Anyway, the troll is in the basement, and there is no danger in going to the medical wing."

"Okay!" The green eyes, which were always kind, blinked.

"Using the Levitation Charm, he's too heavy." Draco said so, and at the same time a silent Stunning Charm and Petrification Charm were thrown.

Trained Harry to use the floating spell to float the purple garlic jerky. Because the weight was too heavy, Harry's magic support was obviously insufficient. The suspicion of concussion and trauma brought the petrified Professor Quirrell to the medical wing, and the journey was as expected without any surprises and dangers, and was dull and boring.Not even a shadow of a troll.

Watching Madam Pomfrey take over the patient, Draco couldn't help but gritted his teeth and felt frustrated. If the potion had already been brewed, let him drink it at this moment... What a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!Draco finally sighed, and had no choice but to comfort himself in a disguised form. Forget it, if the Dark Lord is so easy to destroy, can he become the most terrifying existence in the hearts of wizards?As for letting me in my previous life go to see Merlin at a young age?What's more, he is not sure whether the Dark Lord is possessed now.

Slytherin is tolerant and scheming, only wants to hit a hit, and will not act too hastily.

With the passing of Halloween without any danger, it seems that Harry's miserable life has also begun to become clearer, and the confinement of adding and subtracting is finally over, and nothing goes wrong.The points that were once deducted because of his group fights, with the help of Draco, Harry can earn at least five points for Slytherin in almost every class, so the tide has risen, and he is now a veritable Slytherin golden boy , the gems in the hourglass returned to normal levels, and even Professor Snape seemed to be much kinder to him.

Of course, the most exciting thing is the coming of the Quidditch season. The corridors and lounges are full of Quidditch topics. Harry feels very excited even just listening to it, but every time Captain Flint sees Ha Lishi's expression was one of hesitating to speak but unable to hide the pain.Harry was also a little sorry in his heart - because of the flight in the lounge last time, and the penalty for not completing the transcription afterwards, Professor Snape sprayed the venom and issued a bunch of bans, including Harry Potter's lifelong ban. Punishment of suspension.

Because he had never played Quidditch before, and he had never joined a similar team, so Harry didn't feel very disappointed with such a punishment—since he never got it, how could he lose it?Harry just liked the feeling of flying.But this kind of "regret" also ended because Draco seized the loophole of the professor's ban afterwards. Draco told Professor Harry that he just said he couldn't participate in the competition, but he didn't say that he couldn't fly from now on. Bringing a broom, he can fly if he wants to in his free time!

So, during the Quidditch match, Harry and Draco sat in the high auditorium, waiting excitedly for Slytherin to 'slaughter' Gryffindor.

The massacre was... very bloody.

Relying on their bulk, the Slytherins went on a rampage like no one else, and nearly knocked their opponents off the brooms countless times.Harry didn't know how Quidditch was considered a foul. In short, he felt that this was a heavyweight boxing match moved in mid-air, and its brutality was more similar to a gang fight in the North American Hockey League.

Harry saw the Weasley twins swinging their big sticks and slapping the ball at Flint and them viciously. He felt that the force could definitely shatter the skull, and Flint rushed from the bottom up, killing each other in one fell swoop. The Seeker's nose was bleeding, and his face was all red.

Harry couldn't help it anymore, "It's so brutal, Draco, are you sure this is a competition, not a gang fight?"

"This is a reasonable group fight that won't be punished with confinement." Draco smirked.

"No wonder they all choose big guys." Harry suddenly felt that he had no regrets about being suspended. Even if Professor Snape allowed him to participate, he might not be able to do it.

This brutal and bloody match ended with Slytherin catching the Snitch, 210:50 plus a broken hand bone in Slytherin and a broken nose bone in Gryffindor.

The Slytherins in the stands all ran out onto the field to hug their heroes, and Harry and Draco were no exception.

Because there was no exception, there was accident.

The game ball that Mrs. Hodge had arranged suddenly had an accident, and a strap binding the Bludger broke for no reason, causing the Bludger to fly straight out, no doubt rushing towards Harry Potter. coming.

The Quidditch pitch was full of exclamations.

The moment Harry hit the Bludger, his complexion changed when he thought of the force that seemed to smash a human skull during the game. Fortunately, he was thin and flexible, and the Bludger almost missed his scalp and flew away. It passed, but then the Bludger turned a corner and came straight at Harry again.If some people thought it was an accident just now, everyone now knows that it was a murder.

Crazy Bludger played around Harry with agility beyond its fixed speed. The two Slytherin batsmen and alternates all raised their sticks and waited for it. Unfortunately, none of them could catch up with the speed of the Bludger. , Many people, including Draco, raised their wands in their hands, but no one could aim.

Originally, Monty had already thrown his broomstick over, hoping that Harry could use his excellent flying skills to dodge it, but the moment Harry reached out to catch it, the Bludger suddenly turned back to seize this moment as if it had a consciousness of its own. The gap broke Monty's broomstick handle and Harry's right hand bone in one fell swoop.

Harry, who was hit by severe pain, staggered and couldn't stand still, exposing more attack opportunities to the Bludger, and all the successive attacks were called to Harry's body, especially one of them was rushing towards Harry's calf bone. Yep, that knocked Harry down for good - if it happened again Harry would die!

The blood on Draco's face was completely gone, watching the black Bludger rushing towards Harry from high above the sky as if carrying a death threat, as if it was the final fatal blow, many people in the crowd were already terrified. eyes.

In the nick of time, Draco's brain, which seemed to be clogged with Flobber caterpillars, suddenly opened up, "Iron Armor—" A powerful amulet with full force hit Harry in time, and he couldn't hit the middle Walk the ball, can't you erect a solid barrier in front of Harry?

It is precisely because of this barrier that the Bludger was forced to stop in the air for a moment in the Thunder Clap, just for a moment, but it was enough.

Harry coughed up blood, and before he lost consciousness, he saw a black-haired black-robed professor with a stern expression and a stern face approaching with the momentum of an Atlantic hurricane more than ten meters away. A Bludger with his head just an arm's length away.It turned out that the professor was so scary when he was really angry, the previous stare was completely pediatric, Harry thought before going into complete darkness, it turned out that the professor had never really [hated] him.

Madam Pomfrey has never had a good opinion of Quidditch, and this time her anger has soared to the extreme, with a broken hand bone and a broken nose bone. Well, if she wants to be fair, it's all these gangsters who deserve to be beaten. The kids asked for it!But Harry Potter, a child who was as well-behaved as a kitten in a coma, had a total of 43 broken bones, and some bones were stuck in his internal organs, which is more than the total number of injuries in all previous Quidditch matches. , and he was just an innocent spectator who ran to the field to celebrate after the game!

Professor Snape, who sent Harry to the infirmary, was burned by Madam Pomfrey's anger, and Principal Dumbledore, who was also worried about Harry, was also scolded indiscriminately when he came to visit at night.

After witnessing the two scenes, Draco secretly sighed at Madam Pomfrey's powerful aura.

"Mr. Malfoy." Principal Dumbledore looked at Draco beside the hospital bed with a smile, "You saved Harry, very wonderful impediment spell, very quick reaction, well, in my opinion, Slytherin should be because of [-] points for your excellent performance."

"Thank you Headmaster." Draco bowed slightly.

"You are a kind child, of course you deserve it. I remember Bobby said, last Halloween, did you and Harry kindly send the unconscious Professor Quirrell to the medical room?"

And with a Stunning Charm and a Petrification Charm, Draco added in his mind.He didn't think that this little trick could fool Dumbledore. Maybe the headmaster is an old lunatic, but now Draco, who is mature in thinking, has to admit that Dumbledore is a powerful old wizard with a century of experience. The eyes under the half-moon glasses are incomparably sharper than others, and there is a deep scheming under the kind and kind surface.Maybe others use Veritaserum to get the news they want, but he may only need to ask a few words to judge the truth from the fake.

"Yes, it was too chaotic at the time. Harry couldn't bear to see Professor Quirrell passed out on the ground and left unattended. He sent him to the medical room with a newly learned levitation spell. Well, maybe the process was not so proficient. It caused a little collision, we're sorry." Draco's expression wasn't apologetic at all.

Principal Dumbledore nodded, "Poor Professor Quirrell has been lying in bed for two full days, but it's not your fault, of course you have good intentions, my children... Oh, and you brought Harry dinner? But Bobby said he needs a good night's sleep tonight, I'm afraid he won't have a chance to enjoy it, but he can wake up tomorrow morning. Don't worry, it's getting late, why don't you go back to the lounge and celebrate your Quidditch victory ?”

Draco walked out of the medical room with the principal, but he thought that things were not that simple, not to mention the intentions of those curses, his performance was extraordinary enough in terms of strength alone, but the fact is, in such a simple temptation Finally, Principal Dumbledore seemed to know something already, and he was very relieved. He didn't say another word, but sent him to the cellar door with a smile, and said goodbye to the "kind and kind boy" Mr. Malfoy.