[HP] Noble

"That little Weasley, he can't block a ball, the Slytherins sing, Weasley's our king—"

"Draco, if you ask me this is really—"

"Shhh - shut up, listen! - Weasley was born in the dumpster (someone started laughing stupidly), he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley let me win this, Weasley It's our king! (Goyle and Crabbe collapse on the sofa with exaggerated laughter)"

The Slytherin prince finished reading the lyrics in his hands affectionately, then he turned around, and stared at the black-haired third-year Slytherin beside him with an unusually expectant and enthusiastic look, and the latter was sitting at the table, saying Stared back at him without saying a word.Draco froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, and said in a kingly tone: "Now you are allowed to speak, well, say something, boy."

"...The lyrics are really..." After a moment of contemplation, Scorpius was speechless, "It actually rhymes?"

"Before I came to Hogwarts, I learned the rules of ancient poetry from an old wizard." Draco said naturally, "You will find that the combination of these words is not so simple."

"...I don't really understand the mystery, but I guess the old wizard won't be happy to know that you use what he taught you to do this now." Scorpius said with a bit of pain, "Professor McGonagall will severely deducting fifty points from you - or a hundred points, for trying to personally attack Weasley or something -"

"Which line?" Draco looked down at the lyrics in a daze, "Which line is a personal attack?"

Scorpius rolled his eyes not very gracefully, and replied dryly, "Weasley was born in a dustbin."

"This is stating facts, not personal attacks." Draco put down the lyrics, picked up the tea in front of him, added a little milk to it, and took a sip, "Their broken thatched cottage is not much better than a trash can ...Even if there are seven or eight cubs in the family, the average wizarding family will not be as poor as the Weasleys—"

"It's not their fault they're poor." Scorpius shrugged and said calmly to all the people who stared at him in horror, "just a paraphrase - I once heard Potter comfort Weasley like this, barely, it's actually quite Makes sense."

"That's because the Potters' warehouse is full of Galleons, of course he said so." Draco sneered, and leaned lazily back on the sofa, "It really wasn't the Weasleys' fault, But this does not mean that you can be proud of it-oh, Arthur Weasley seems to really think so, when people think of Weasley, in addition to red hair, the second key word is 'poor' At the time, he seemed quite happy about it."

Zabini supported his chin with one hand, and added with a sneer: "There was indeed a report in which Arthur Weasley told reporters, 'The lack of supplies has made my family more cohesive'."

As soon as Zabini finished speaking, Draco immediately shrugged his shoulders and continued in a contemptuous tone: "Look, it's this kind of unmotivated attitude that makes people look down upon—not every family is so rich at the beginning, Including the Malfoy family."

"Well, since when did you start worrying about Gryffindors' ambition?" Pansy interrupted with a giggle.

Draco curled his lips in disgust: "Come on, Pansy, as if my business wasn't enough. Aren't I explaining this to some well-meaning kid—I heard that the Weasley twins are now The money I earn in a week already equals Arthur Weasley’s salary for two months, so if I were Weasley, I would be grateful to Dade—Merlin is fair anyway, there are always one or two smart people save--"

"—Oh, the bad news is that it seems that Mrs. Weasley was so angry that Fred Weasley and George Weasley were directly removed from the family when they heard that they were not going to participate in the NEWT in the seventh grade." Daphne Greengrass came out from behind the sofa with a cup of coffee and sat down next to Pansy, "But this song is kind of silly, Draco."

"I didn't say I had to have every one of you singing that song to catch the Snitch." Draco looked annoyed at the number of downvotes he'd received, and he sat up on the couch, "Daphne , have you seen Astoria?"

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, and put down the hot chocolate in his hand calmly.

"No." Daphne said coldly, "Of course I don't know where she is, Draco, are you trying to make fun of me because I said your lyrics are stupid?"

"Oh, of course I didn't." Prince Slytherin raised his most common smirk, "I just wanted to go on patrol with her, and it just so happens that we Slytherins are on duty today-maybe I can catch her in the corridor. A Gryffindor brat or two, give them some points."

"Professor McGonagall is waiting to deduct a hundred points for you." Scorpius sat on the sofa and said listlessly, "Go now."

Draco didn't naively pester him any longer, he just stood up and flattened his robe a little bit. After a series of movements, the platinum nobleman raised his eyelids and asked in a condescending manner: "I'm going on patrol. What are you going to do then?"

"Potions homework? — finished," said Scorpius indifferently. "Sorry, I just thought of Professor Snape when I saw you, and then subconsciously thought of Potions homework — maybe, uh, just sitting here?"

"Look at your damn book of fairy tales about the three brothers?"

Scorpius sighed: "...well Draco, don't be so narrow-minded. I'll sit here and read your lyrics, and when you step into the common room again, I'll put the song As the first sentence I say to you after the afternoon—is this the head office?"

The Slytherin prince snorted haughtily, "Not far."

"I'd say you both should go back and retake first grade," Pansy said meanly, "should have put some spell on your almost unbearably childish conversation and played it to you tomorrow , maybe you'll be ashamed to go under the bed."

"Oh Draco, have a nice trip. Deduct a few more points, at least when Professor McGonagall gives you deduction points on Friday, so that the gap between Slytherin and Gryffindor will not be so big."

"Shut up."

Throwing this sentence, Draco walked towards the exit without looking back, the back of his robe rolled into a black spray behind him, which made him look very much like the Head of Slytherin House.Scorpius threw away the parchment full of lyrics in his hand, lazily stretched out his hand from the desk and dragged the fairy tale that he already knew the ending to in front of him, opened a page casually, and said without raising his head: " You see, to be honest, he will be angry too, it's really difficult to serve."

Pansy thought for a moment, "If you agreed to sing that stupid song to welcome Draco back—I must emphasize that no matter how stupid the behavior, I think you'd better do it."

Scorpius raised his head blankly, the expression on his face shattered: "...Will anyone take such words seriously?"

"Yes." Zabini said with a smile, "at least Draco will."