[HP] Noble

Draco looked away with a sneer, and lazily gave Scorpius a look of "you see and I will tell you".When Mrs. Pince rushed over to teach the Gryffindor trio, the Slytherins suddenly refocused on their own affairs, and Scorpius stared at the practice questions about herbalism in front of him. After a while, when Draco turned the book in his hand to another page, he suddenly seemed to wake up, his body shook, he turned his head and stared at the relaxed Slytherin prince and said: " What are they going to do again?"

"Whatever," said Draco cheerily, his silver-gray eyes never leaving the books in front of him - he looked fascinated by them, "as if they had a moment of peace - — Anyway, at least I hope that if someday Umbridge uses 'Instinct' on Potter, his poor Occlumency will work..." Draco's voice trailed off. , and finally turned into a soliloquy.

Scorpius held his book up to cover his face: "Maybe Professor Umbridge will tell you in all seriousness that Gryffindors dating Slytherins are not going to end well."

"Not funny." Draco said sternly, "Shut up."

"Okay, let's be serious." Scorpius put down the book, and the corners of his lips still couldn't help but rise, "Speaking of Potter and the others, I heard that they released Salazar Slytherin's snake in the second grade Strange, it's in the girls' bathroom on the second floor."

Bringing up this matter again finally caught Draco's attention. The platinum nobleman raised his head and glanced at the third-year Slytherin in surprise. After a while, he lowered his voice: "Not many people know about this matter, That was before you entered school—Hogwarts was almost closed because of the basilisk, but that incident was finally resolved properly. The biggest victim of the whole incident was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor back then, and now He remains in St Mungo's magical trauma unit."

"Potter's life seems to be insecure every year." Scorpius moved his buttocks on the chair, "Even if it's not Daphne, my intuition is warning me to stay away from him at least before the holidays .”

"You should have stayed away from him." Draco rolled his eyes in an inelegant manner, and said impatiently, "If a Slytherin hangs out with the Gryffindor savior all day long, that's fine." What kind of words!"

……

Before lunch, Hogwarts received another notice from the Ministry of Magic. In the notice, it seemed that Umbridge had given Umbridge the title of Senior Investigator again. People have seen it, at least Professor Dumbledore Still safe in his headmaster's office, as if that was enough.

During class in the afternoon, Umbridge randomly appeared in a professor's classroom like a ghost, and announced that she would have the right to participate in the fate of each professor, even though Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized gently that "I still I have no intention of changing the professor for the time being," and this whole blood-changing plan is just wishful thinking by Umbridge alone——

No one wanted to talk to her, but that didn't stop her from blatantly making Professor Trelawney, who taught prophecy, cry in class.

"I never thought I would have the opportunity to sympathize with a liar in this life." Draco said with a dazed face. "If she is fired, then who will teach us prophecy?"

"—it doesn't matter to anyone, they are all liars anyway." Daphne said proudly, and then everyone shut up—at least in the eyes of those in the know, when it comes to prophecy, even if she is just busy watching " The Pink Witch, fashion magazine, will not shake her status as the one who clearly has the most say in the future.

Next came the Potions class. When every Gryffindor walked into the cellar of the Potions class with complicated hearts, they were delighted to see that pink felt hat with a big bow at the end of the classroom.

"The peak duel of the most annoying professors in the history of Hogwarts!" Ron said overjoyed the moment he stepped into the classroom.

"—five points from Gryffindor, because you seem to be loyal to the professor who arranged you, Mr. Weasley." A voice as smooth as silk came from behind, Ron stiffened his back, turned around, and Seeing his Potions Master holding a battered Potions textbook that was obviously used for some years, standing behind him expressionlessly.

"Okay, Severus, you know that Gryffindor doesn't have many points to deduct." Sirius' brisk voice sounded, and the young and handsome Potions assistant walked into the cellar with brisk steps. It seems to have given everyone a salvation - I have to admit that although Professor Black's teaching assistant status did not improve the potion class efficiency much, it at least saved most of the points that Gryffindors would lose in potion class.

Snape paused, and he glanced at Sirius (the latter immediately put on a very dog-like smile, which is not a derogatory description) and finally said very forbearingly: "Now! Get back to your place, Wes Mr. Lay—now, class begins!"

Snape pulled out his wand and waved it on the blackboard, and the jumping letters appeared line by line on the blackboard immediately. Even a fool could see that it was a complicated and detailed potion configuration method. Fine powder fell down, as if an invisible person was writing with chalk——

"Before I start, I would like to ask Mr. Gretel, maybe you can explain to me why you appear in the fifth grade classroom?"

Suddenly all eyes focused on himself, Scorpius touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "I love potions, and I love them deeply."

Draco kicked him hard under the bench.

But unexpectedly, Professor Snape didn't kick him out.This seemed to confirm rumors that the head of Slytherin was indeed particularly tolerant of the students of his own house - now, the Potions professor looked at everyone's face with his eagle eyes - the concentration was enough to make everyone It was creepy enough to make Professor Black's blood boil (?), and his hands, which had become less sallow after some forced changes in his life habits, were propped on the podium, and then everyone heard their potions professor say: "For OWL -"

If it wasn't for Snape standing above, most Gryffindors would collapse and groan in agony, but right now, they could only exchange a subtle glance, a mental roll of their eyes.

"I've got to speed up your classes - and I thought I'd remind you that if you don't get a barely sad 'E' in OWL, then the potions class door at NEWT won't open for you - —”

"As if I wanted to come," Ron whispered to Harry, "I was just waiting to be able to take my classes and get out of -"

Just as Harry was about to say something, he suddenly saw Hermione who seemed to be very nervous beside her. She straightened her body, and her hand that was grasping the potions textbook turned white. "What's the matter Hermione?" Harry moved his hips, "Don't tell me you love potions too."

"Of course I don't," Hermione looked a little irritable, "but if I want to join St. Mungo's in the future, I must be able to get a good grade in Potions in NEWT - and this is very important."

"You want to go to St. Mungo's?" Harry opened his mouth in surprise, looking a little silly. "Why have you never heard of it?"

"There are so many things I haven't said." Hermione muttered and stood up, because the crowd had already started to squeeze into the material cabinets to get the ingredients needed for the potion they prepared today, and Gryffindor knew everything After a pause, he continued, "I even told George every day that I really don't want to receive a patient one day because of using his messy joke products."

Ron made a disgusted expression: "Show love."

"Go and get the dragon's blood, Ronald Weasley." Hermione brushed her hair arrogantly. "That's all you can do."

Ron walked away angrily, and Harry sighed and stood up. What they need to prepare today is an invisibility potion, and the dragon's blood that occupies the main ingredient is very expensive. If it is broken or wasted, Harry will pay a little There was no doubt that Snape would deduct all the remaining Gryffindor points - because there were rumors that Snape went out to collect these rare materials himself.

"There is also a little evening primrose powder, two sets of glowworm wings, and hippogriff teeth—" Hermione looked down at the notes, and took out the cauldron and clamped it on the stove—

"Oh, that toad is coming." Harry's headache sounded from above her head.

"Then ignore her and go around," Hermione warned absently.

As it turned out, Harry was clearly overthinking.Umbridge just gave him a smile that made him unable to eat dinner, and then walked straight to Snape. Sirius was next to Snape, looking like he was cutting some material. Seeing Umbridge, the paper full of The smiling face darkened almost immediately——Harry felt a little better. Although he didn't tell Sirius the details of his confinement, Sirius had told Um Richie was very upset—

If he saw the back of my hand, Harry grinned, maybe Sirius would draw her wand - but of course he wouldn't tell Sirius this, pour a little evening primrose powder into the container, After all, Harry thought, Sirius had enough to do.

"Then, the invisibility potion—" Umbridge said in her girlish sweet voice, when Scorpius, who was standing by the locker, noticed that all the students were deliberately slowing down their steps, Ears pricked up, "Are you going to let a group of children who are just in the fifth grade use dragon blood materials—this is protected by the Materials Department—very, very precious——"

"I don't think the materials I personally collected need to be reported to the Ministry of Magic." Snape put down the wand in his hand and said blankly, "And this is my classroom, and I teach my students what I think is suitable for them. just like--"

The smile on Umbridge's face couldn't hold back a little.

"It's like if I didn't bother to ask why there are random people in my classroom, I wouldn't ask." Snape said, calmly glanced at Sirius, who immediately put down the knife and raised his hand Shouting and emphasizing—"I'm an assistant teacher of potions, and I'm not included in the ranks of idlers."

Snape snorted and said impatiently, "There's no need to rush to check in."

As a result, the smile on Sirius' face became more obvious, and on the contrary, the smile on Umbridge's face disappeared completely.

"—hold the dragon blood." At this time, a deep voice came from behind, Scorpius turned his head, saw Draco holding some potion ingredients in his hand, and looked at himself expressionlessly, "then go back Don't mind your own business." Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Scorpius was a little confused: Draco never let him touch precious materials before, what's the matter today?

Following behind, Umbridge floated over as soon as he got his footing.

Scorpius sneezed, thinking Professor your perfume is too strong.

"Hippogriff." Umbridge looked lovingly at the two teeth that were about to be ground into powder in Draco's hand, "This reminds me of a story - Mr. Malfoy."

Draco put down the material, and there was some helplessness in his voice: "Yes, Professor?"

"It is rumored that you were attacked by this dangerous creature in the third grade?"

Scorpius was stunned: Why did you suddenly mention this?

Draco seemed very calm, and after thinking about it, he said perfunctorily, "That's right."

Umbridge smiled even sweeter. She raised the tablet in her hand, quickly flipped through a few pages, then tapped the quill on it, and continued to ask: "Do you think this is the professor's negligence in the protection of magical animals?" reason?"

It doesn't really matter.Draco pursed his lips, a little impatiently, but Umbridge, who hadn't received an answer for a long time, looked at him expectantly. Draco just opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly there was an exclamation from behind——

"careful!"

bah—

"Oh my God! Ron!"

"Fifty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, please move away from Mr. Malfoy now!" Snape tightened his emphasis and approached quickly from far to near, causing chaos in the Potions classroom. group.

Ron blushed and got up from Draco holding an empty test tube with only a drop or two of green dragon's blood remaining, and the latter pushed him away almost rudely, standing on the edge of the table Getting up, Scorpius frowned and patted the dragon's blood on Draco's robe (it didn't do much, it was just a subconscious action), and said a little meanly: "Aren't you brainless, Weasley? "

Before Ron could answer or apologize, Pansy's screams overwhelmed the commotion of the crowd again.

Scorpius turned his head, only to find that Draco's face was terribly pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and at that moment he became very, very weak.