[HP] Born Noble

Their prince held a golden bow and arrow. On Halloween, he really looked like an elf prince. "Draco, what are you doing?"

"What are you going to do?"

Everyone was a little surprised that Draco was holding a weapon in his hand.

"Actually, we were deceived by the headmaster. It's not a simple line, but a magic barrier that completely covers the Goblet of Fire." Draco sat down first and poured himself a glass of honey water calmly. "In order to make sure that neither the person who puts the note nor the name on the note that will be thrown into the Goblet of Fire is under 17, the headmaster connected this qualifying barrier to our enrollment file, passing the test - I guess. So, since we have no way There is only one way to change the magic contract of the enrollment file."

Everyone held their breath...

"What the hell?" A group of people couldn't help shouting at their prince, because after Draco's long speech, they began to eat breakfast slowly.

"Pay attention to manners, ladies and gentlemen." Draco picked up a piece of toast, and spread butter on it leisurely.

Everyone: "..."

Zabini thought for a while, then looked at Draco's bow and arrow, and seemed to understand a little bit, "Draco, I think what you said is wrong. It was the Goblet of Fire who spit out our names just now."

"No, it's not the Goblet of Fire." Draco was sure, "It's the protective magic set by the headmaster. That layer of protective magic is at the final level. Before the Goblet of Fire officially burns the names of the acceptors, the names on the notes are identified. , Then kick it out and throw it back and forth, the Goblet of Fire has never had an age limit in its hundreds of years of history, so it has nothing to do with the Goblet of Fire, it's only about the age-selected defensive magic."

After eating two slices of bread, Draco wiped the crumbs off his fingers and stood up, "My method is to break the protective magic." Draco finished holding his golden bow, and walked to a place that was still two years away from the age line. Stand ten feet away—that puts him thirty feet away from the Goblet of Fire.He has two arrows in his hand, one of which has a registration slip tied to it.

Just as everyone's eyes fell on Draco,

Just as everyone cleared the thirty-foot wide aisle,

Just when everyone was still in doubt...

Draco swiftly raised the bow and arrow, and in an instant, two golden arrows galloped out, one closely following the other.

When the first golden arrow touched the age screening magic barrier, for the first time, everyone saw a huge transparent semicircular magic barrier fluctuating under the sharp point of the arrow—the golden arrow pierced under it, Just like the water in a pond thrown into stones, it caused ripples, and the swaying light reflected by its magical fluctuations made everyone who saw it couldn't help but flinch back for a while.

The first golden arrow that pierced sharply opened a hole for the defensive magic, and after successfully allowing the second golden sword to follow, in the contest with the huge ability of the defensive magic, the golden arrow that completed its mission was finally powerless. It fell halfway through the flight and landed on the ground. It could clearly be seen that it was twisted by huge magic power.

The second arrow used almost the same principle to penetrate the last defensive magic above the Goblet of Fire. After passing through the flames, the second golden arrow finally fell to the ground powerlessly, twisted even more than the first arrow. Even the arrow feathers were shredded.But at the same time, everyone also found that the original note tied to it was missing - Draco used a kind of extremely flammable velvet grass on it, which would break in case of fire, so the grass thread tied with the note passed over the Goblet of Fire instantly. burn it.

When everyone saw that the note on the arrow was missing and looked up immediately, the blue flame of the Goblet of Fire jumped into red light instantly - the Goblet of Fire accepted the entry note, just like all the successful sixth and seventh graders before.

"So, the registration is successful." Draco raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

The foyer and the hall fell silent for a moment, and then there was an explosion of applause. Perhaps every underage animal in Hogwarts has an adventurous instinct to flout the rules.And now, every Slytherin wants to go up and give their super cool and cool prince a good slap, and Harry just jumps up and hugs Draco, he loves the way he looks now !

At this time, Beauxbaton's students also came over under the leadership of their Madame Maxime. They lined up and threw their name slips into the Goblet of Fire one by one. Among them, the most beautiful one, many people bet that there is Veela The Beauxbatons of the bloodline looked over after finishing the note—although there were a crowd of people here, and even though Harry was still hugging Draco, anyone with eyes knew that the proud Who is the pretty lady looking at.

Harry couldn't help but look back at Draco, it's a good thing he didn't blush like the others or do something inexplicable, otherwise he would have strangled him!After thinking about it angrily, Harry suddenly let go of his hand and stroked his hair. He felt that his thoughts just now were very strange!

When Dumbledore came to have breakfast, the spectators still hadn't dispersed, and they were all discussing, so the headmaster heard what had happened, and went straight to the Slytherin table to borrow the two twisted arrows, He took a closer look, "It's a great idea, a very solid foundation in alchemy and excellent charms and potions, so the guess is successful, Draco?"

"Yes, Headmaster."

"If you are selected by the Goblet of Fire in the end, I don't think it will be a surprise, Draco." The headmaster patted Draco on the shoulder, and happily returned to the guest table for breakfast.

Professor Snape's face has been gloomy since early in the morning, and his godson is more and more like the platinum peacock with its tail and hair showing off everywhere. He really deserves to be his father's good son!No, never!He wouldn't say a word to Lucius about today's process!If he wanted to save his poor private time, he couldn't afford to spend the peacock flaunting its feathers back and forth with its tail up in front of him!

Professor Snape was right, but if Draco Malfoy became the top three warriors, then sooner or later Lucius would know about today's wonderful process, and the platinum peacock was stalking him. Ferdinand's flaunting of his beautiful tail feathers will definitely get worse.But Snape wasn't worried, he didn't think Draco would really become a Hogwarts champion, after all he was only in the fourth year, and there were so many outstanding seventh-year graduating students who voted in the Goblet of Fire , Among these people, Professor Snape himself is optimistic about Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, who is firm, powerful, cautious, and careful. The Snake King admits that Cedric is very good, although he is not a Slytherin.

But who knows the result?

After breakfast, Draco and Harry spent half a day in the library. Draco seemed to be extra leisurely, picking out a bunch of extra-curricular reading materials to borrow. In the afternoon, they were invited by Hermione to hang out next to the Black Lake Hermione asked in detail about the rights and interests of house-elves. She didn't know where she heard it. She seemed to think that house-elves lived miserable lives at the level of slaves. The standard of living of everything is of great concern.

Kreacher's status in Black's house is the uncrowned king. The whole Black's old house is under his command. That little elf is very arrogant!Especially after the Regulus incident, not to mention Sirius, even Draco, who is a guest, has a three-point respect for Kreacher.

It’s okay to say that Hermione severely criticized Draco’s pampered and condescending arrogance, but Harry, who thought he was always kind, was scolded by Hermione to the point of being unable to hold his head up, and he was crowned as the same man for no reason. The title of 'slave noble'.Harry, who was full of grievances after being scolded for a long time, realized that today was his "unlucky Halloween ever", and immediately calmed down.

Then night falls, a Halloween dinner, plus a moment of honor.

The Goblet of Fire burned for a full 24 hours. After they had eaten their fill, the flames of the Goblet of Fire suddenly changed color.

"I think the results of the Warriors' election are about to come out!" Dumbledore tapped the rim of the cup with his fork, and the crisp tinkle made the humming hall instantly quiet.

After the color of the flame changed for a while, it suddenly shot up two feet high and spit out a piece of parchment. Dumbledore caught it in the air, "Durmstrang's warrior——Victor Krum!"

The people on the Slytherin table applauded enthusiastically, for a big star among them, the applause and applause from the other long tables were also very enthusiastic.

"It's well deserved, it's well deserved." Harry was very happy.

Viktor Krum gave Harry a sullen look before leaving the long table.

"Does he get more gloomy the more the occasion is like this?" Harry, who had been staring frozen for no reason, couldn't help complaining to Draco in a low voice when the people walked away.

After the first wave of noise passed, the color of the flame changed again, and the second time the flame sprang up, the note read: "Beauxbatons——Fleur Delacour!"

Harry looked at the long Ravenclaw table, and the girl standing up with a smile was a very beautiful French girl with long silver hair. Many people suspected that she had Veela blood, and she even winked at Draco this morning the one (hey!).

Then the critical moment.

Draco looked at the Goblet of Fire that was being selected, and suddenly leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Harry, can you order that Goblet of Fire as a contractor?"

"Order what?" Harry asked completely puzzled.

"The Goblet of Fire has chosen Draco Malfoy to be a champion for Hogwarts." The Platinum Viper came out, and he raised his eyebrows.

Harry's eyes widened, "Draco—"

Harry's next words were interrupted by Dumbledore's thick voice, "Hogwarts warriors—" At this moment, the note of the screening results was sprayed out by the Goblet of Fire, Dumbledore caught it from the air, and glanced at the list Dumbledore smiled visibly happily, and suddenly all the Hogwarts students in the auditorium felt as if they were caught by cats. They felt that the short pause of two seconds seemed as long as a century. Then, the light under the half-moon glasses Glancing at Harry and Draco, "It's Draco Malfoy!"

The long table in Slytherin suddenly seemed to explode with a hundred boxes of Filipard fireworks, and people from other houses also shouted loudly at the same time, wishing to shout the roof, why not?Draco's wonderful way to break through the limited registration has already made everyone look forward to it. Besides, he represents Hogwarts, doesn't he?

Harry opened his mouth wide open, mechanically stood up and hugged the platinum bastard, punched him on the shoulder vigorously, and then watched as Draco masked his smugness under a polite and humble smile, nodded to everyone's polite heads, and left Long table, go out to the side door of the hall, there is a small lounge over there.

Harry had no idea if the Goblet of Fire chose Draco, or because Draco [ordered] the Goblet of Fire to choose him - would that order really work?Damn Salazar's contract!Damn Salazar, why did he write the contract in that elvish language so that they couldn't understand it!

Draco walked all the way to the door, turned back the moment he turned the corner, and saw that the flame of the Goblet of Fire was extinguished without any abnormality, and the last stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Then the warriors gathered in the side hall next to them to accept the congratulations and encouragement from all the judges, although the 14-year-old Draco Malfoy looked so uncoordinated standing next to Krum and Fleur.

In front of the contestants and professors, the Crouch judges announced the first project: on November 11th, the content of the challenge is unknown - daring to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard.Crouch was as serious as ever, and he might still be exhausted. After announcing the first project, he was about to get up and leave, but Bagman was in high spirits. With the heavy work of the Ministry of Magic, he prefers to stay at school and continue to experience such a frenzied and exciting night.

It was proposed by him, and finally, including the principals, the professors agreed to have a good drink to celebrate tonight, and Professor Snape did not object, but before leaving, he gave Draco a meaningful look, not a criticism ——Not good—because the sense of honor and striving for honor are the goals that Slytherin has pursued all his life. Of course, the professor can understand Draco's ideal of struggle, and his challenge rules are within the allowed range, and there is no violation.

Also, maybe, Professor Snape should really be worried about that platinum peacock who kept harassing him.In the coming months, the potions master almost had a foreboding that he might not have much personal time left.

Sure enough, for that platinum peacock, the master of potions had an incomparable gift of prophecy.

The next day, before it was even lunch time, the busy-working Patriarch Malfoy, the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, gracefully stepped out of his Potions Master fireplace and saw a man who was grading homework and saw He was followed by a completely expressionless Severus.

"Dear Sif, do you know how irritating this amazing good news will become if it comes from someone who has nothing to do with it?" The platinum nobleman said in an opera-like exclamation voice, His blue-gray eyes narrowed, and he gave the Potions Master a dangerous smile—damn, on such a big occasion, he would care about that dead-faced Crouch talking?

The big platinum aristocrat walked directly to Professor Snape's desk, pulled out the quill from the master of potions who was grading homework, completely ignoring Professor Snape's cloudy face that could scare all Hogwarts animals, Grinning with eight teeth, "Sev, I hope you don't mind taking out that memory and sharing it with old friends, ah—and including the wonderful scene of how our little dragon broke the age limit of that old lunatic."

Professor Snape slapped the paw of the platinum peacock on his shoulder with a dark face. Damn it, can he still make further progress?

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No matter how his father wrote to reprimand him for not notifying the family in time, making him and his mother accept blessings from others like fools and somehow fall into the prestige of the Malfoy family, but for Draco, before touching the glory, Before he actually got into the game, his life was completely out of order.

It seems that people will meet and say hello every moment;

It seems that we have to face the fanatics who suddenly rushed out and shouted to cheer up every moment; it seems that we can meet girls who are giggling at themselves in every corridor;

There was also enough candy and chocolate to fill his and Harry's living room as if it had been added overnight - and that wasn't even counting the letters, packages and Gringotts accounts he received every day as heir to the Malfoy family. A truly priceless gift and encouragement received.

At this point, Draco finally understood why Harry was so reluctant to show his face in front of the crowd, and why until now Harry could show impatience with the repeated measurement of custom-made clothes, but he would definitely be willing to accept professional attention regularly for his hairstyle. Cut and cut.

Although the prince of Slytherin has a good reputation, he has always been unapproachable. Draco doesn't think that he will become amiable recently, but for some reason, no one seems to care about his stern face and the coldness around him. breath.But Draco didn't know that this level of attention wasn't really a big deal until he actually met Rita Skeeter's quill.

Now that the top three warriors have been selected, they will definitely need to meet the media. The Daily Prophet sent their gossip king, Rita Skeeter, a ostentatious reporter with exaggerated jewel-encrusted glasses and red-painted nails. .

Compared with the other two warriors, this 14-year-old pure-blood heir to a wealthy wizarding family, the young master of the Malfoy family, is still the most trusted friend of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and there are so many others. There are so many gossip about them and Salazar Slytherin's inheritance, how can this kind of opportunity be met by Rita Skeeter?

The interview, before the wands of the three warriors were scrutinized by professionals, the professional gossip king seized every opportunity.

In a small broom close by, Rita Skeeter took out her shorthand quill, which is also fond of gossip and nonsense, "Your father would be proud of it, I mean, I heard that provocative in public The age limit set by Dumbledore, and the right to enroll."

"If you want to be a Hogwarts warrior, of course you need to prove your own strength. I don't think it should be called a 'challenge...'" Draco was halfway through speaking, and suddenly noticed that the content written by the shorthand quill was different from his own. The statement doesn't fit at all—[There is no doubt that when mentioning his father, Mr. Malfoy Jr. raised his chin proudly, just like our platinum deputy minister. ] "Don't worry about it," Rita Skeeter asked with a smile, "I heard that Harry Potter and Harry Potter are very good friends... Are you worried about being a friend, Marl? The aura of the Fu family has been taken away by the boy who survived, do you want to use this to prove yourself?"

"No, for true friends..." Draco still has nothing, just see that the quill has written in the book [He is a strong opponent, 'defeat the Boy Who Lived who defeated You-Know-Who' Such an achievement will undoubtedly add a new brilliance to the Malfoy family...] "What?" Draco's forehead burst into veins, "Miss Skeeter..."

"Let's talk about Salazar's legacy now..."

"Miss Skeeter!" Draco's face was completely downcast, "Some topics are taboo, I hope you understand. Regarding Salazar, no matter where you hear it or what kind of news, in short, there is no comment. And if your shorthand quill is so nonsense, I don't think this interview will be published by any regular print media with a large circulation. I admit that you are a very good reporter, but you also need to know What kind of manuscript to use, how to use a manuscript, and what kind of direction public opinion should be, are ultimately decided by the chief editor.”

Rita Skeeter probably didn't expect that a 14-year-old child could actually threaten her, her mouth opened and closed halfway, "I have to admit that I seem to underestimate Mr. Draco Malfoy's ability..."

"No, you just underestimate the unity of Slytherin. I don't mean any malice to you, Miss Skeeter. I think you understand that this is just to help you avoid wasting your hard work." Draco didn't want to get into trouble with her and offend the villain It's unwise, and it must be admitted that Rita Skeeter has her own secret recipe for getting wizards nervous, and that kind of person doesn't know when it will come in handy.

Rita looked at her fingernails gloomyly, as if she was struggling in her heart, and after a while, she regained her senses, "Okay, I understand, then Draco, can I call you? Let's chat Light topic, what kind of child do you like? I heard that you and Mr. Harry Potter seem to like a Muggle-born Ravenclaw witch at the same time..."

Draco rubbed his temples painfully.