[HP] Noble

"And I noticed that your Occlumency is still a mess, Harry."

"Didn't you go to the class—Miss Granger?" Ron raised his eyebrows, and very rudely expressed his disapproval to Hermione, who turned his head and suddenly joined the conversation, but the latter obviously didn't care about it, she teased He brushed his hair, sneered loudly, then turned around, and heavily wrote down the new words that appeared on the blackboard in his notebook.

"I don't think you'll get Hermione's class notes at the end of term," Harry said to the red-haired Gryffindor with a smirk. "At least not in History of Magic."

"What's her attitude—what's wrong with the class notes! I can ask someone to borrow them!" Ron stared angrily.

"Oh come on Ron," said Harry impartially, "the whole year takes detailed History of Magic class notes, and besides Hermione, there's only one Malfoy left - so no 'people'."

Ron's lips moved weakly. It was obvious that he still wanted to refute a few words, but Merlin didn't seem to intend to give him a chance in terms of time. A few seconds after Harry finished speaking, the end of class bell was on their heads There was a deafening sound, and Professor Spencer almost immediately stopped his lecture and disappeared behind the blackboard, and the students stood up noisily (including Hermione's growl "he can't finish writing the last few words before leaving ?!"), the classroom that seemed to be in a state of sleep before seemed to have just woken up.

Walking into the corridor, Hermione and Ron still refused to talk to each other—although it was inexplicable, but Harry was caught in the middle, and there was always something to say—

"It seems to be quite lively in the corridor today."

"It's so lively in the corridor after class someday, Harry—chasing is not allowed in the corridor, Diggabo." Hermione's face was serious, and Harry noticed that when she walked in the corridor, she would always put The chest is raised higher - this makes the prefect badge more visible.

"Actually, I think today is very lively!" Ron's voice was strangely high, and to be fair, even though he was speaking for himself, Harry thought Ron's voice had a punchy tone. , "Something must have happened!"

Hermione sneered loudly again, twisting her head away.

This time, however, Ron was right.

It seems that something really happened. At the end of the corridor leading to the exit of the atrium outside the castle, the students are standing there crowded and shouting at this moment, and the entrance and exit are tightly blocked.

Harry could clearly hear Hermione gasping impatiently beside him - he understood perfectly well that their next class was Care of Fantastic Creatures, and that they had to pass through the Atrium to get to it, and that if they didn't If these people haven't left, I'm afraid they will have to be late.

"——Rang, excuse me, I'm a prefect, what's going on here—"

Hermione's high voice sounded up ahead.

"What's the air, I'm also a prefect." Ron blushed and muttered in a low voice behind.

But soon they discovered that the prefects here were definitely more than the two of them.Because at the front of the crowd, Draco Malfoy was also standing there. He was wearing a winter robe, his slender chin was hidden behind the collar of the robe, and his silver-gray pupils stared motionlessly at the center of the courtyard. He was handsome. There was no other expression on his face, which made him look cold and arrogant.

Behind Draco was a group of Slytherins, standing there almost impossible to ignore.

In the middle of the atrium stood a crazy woman with disheveled hair and trembling uncontrollably, and beside her were several scattered boxes, some of which might have been opened for some reason, and cards and crystal balls were scattered all over the floor, " It's that old crook Trelawney, Merlin, what's the matter with her?" Ron lowered his voice, which sounded like it was freezing.

"Malfoy, what did you do again - for God's sake, you can't do this to a professor - this is too much!" Hermione pushed through the crowd and staggered to the front of the Slytherins , she accused Draco in an aggressive tone almost the first moment she stood firm.

Everyone turned their attention to them all at once. In the face of the groundless accusation, Slytherin didn't even move. He just raised his eyelids and glanced at Hermione condescendingly - this action made Harry realize that , the current Draco Malfoy can be regarded as a reborn compared to the thin and small virtue in the first grade - in fact, he is almost taller than Ron.

"Although she's an old liar, we didn't do anything, Miss Know-It-All." Draco raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

"...He also thinks Trelawney is a crazy woman?" Ron said beside Harry in amazement, "I never imagined that we could reach an agreement with Malfoy in this life."

"Anyone in the whole school thinks she's an old liar - except Lavender and the others, so shut up Ron," said Harry grimly. "I just want to know what's going on here?"

Draco's voice was not too loud, but just enough to be heard clearly by those present - including of course Trelawney herself. The poor woman trembled violently again, as if she was seriously injured.Scorpigret, who had been standing beside Draco, saw it, frowned, and called Draco's name with a little warning, so the latter finally had an expression on his face, as if he was not satisfied with being used Called in such a tone, Prince Slytherin frowned slightly, and glanced down at the third-year Slytherin standing beside him.

But unexpectedly, he didn't make any other moves, but the corners of his lips were tightly pressed into a line, and then he suddenly let go, and said lazily and perfunctorily: "Got it."

Such a move seemed to irritate Ron at some point.Harry expressed his inexplicability to his friend's sudden madness: "What's the matter with you? Oh, don't you think it's normal for Malfoy to beat him up?"

"I didn't say that!" said Ron angrily. "I'm just mad!"

"You can change the name on Ginny's transfer application to your own." Harry said jokingly, looking Ron up and down.

Ron rolled his eyes unbearably: "Don't make fun of this, Harry, my dad is going crazy - I don't know how to spend this Christmas, it doesn't look like they are going to be at the same table Have a good Christmas dinner, at least not for now—oh no!" Ron's voice paused, and he suddenly became terrified, "This is in the atrium, how can he fix his collar in full view of everyone?"

Harry turned his head just in time to see Draco's hand move away from Scorpius' neck, and the latter didn't seem very well-

"Three years, Mr. Gretel, and your tie is still worn like a pile of dragon dung—"

"You don't care about it! —His Royal Highness, take your hands away, and Merlin will go up again, everyone is watching—don't make any moves——"

……

"Just straightening the collar, Ron."

Withdrawing his gaze, Harry sighed helplessly, a little incomprehensible.

"You see Charlie Billfred George even Patsy—any of them ever did that to me?"

Harry stopped talking, and he patted his excited friend's shoulder sympathetically: "Take a deep breath, Ron, and relax."

While Ron was busy puffing and puffing, things finally seemed to be turning around. Professor McGonagall hurried down the stairs in her high heels, and she waved her wand neatly and took all of Trelawney's luggage. Packed it all up, and announced aloud, "Nobody will ever get you out of here! Dear Trelawney."

Although this may be the first time Professor McGonagall has used the title "Dear Trelawney" in her life, and it happened that last Christmas, she was particularly excited to announce at the dinner table that "most divinations that It's all a lie", but most of the students, including Harry, chose to be tolerant of the details at this time - because at least they figured out who is the public enemy - today's little farce is probably the same as the one some time ago Toad's teaching investigation finally came to fruition, and Trelawney was just unfortunately the first batch of victims.

The crowd was about to disperse, and the final result was that both Gryffindor and Slytherin were about to be late for the protection of magical beasts courses.

Scorpius waved to Draco and the others, then turned and ran towards the greenhouse, oh yes - he was still a nasty third-year kid - if it wasn't for this, the high attendance rate in potions class every day made Harry almost Forgetting that he was not in the same grade as him, he walked forward while thinking, and accidentally bumped into a thin and hard back——

"Ouch, what's wrong with you?" Harry picked up the knocked-off schoolbag and raised his eyebrows.

"Who is that person?" Ron raised his chin towards the pillars of the atrium porch.

Harry followed his gaze, and among the chaotic crowd, he saw only a relatively short figure leaning against the pillar motionlessly, standing by the porch, and he happened to be facing the direction Scorpigret left .

"A junior Slytherin—maybe a first year." Harry frowned. "Okay Ron, don't be suspicious, let's go."

The red-haired Gryffindor mumbled a few words reluctantly, but Harry, who was rushing on, couldn't catch a word.

When everyone was rejoicing that the divination class might be suspended for a period of time due to the lack of a professor, their great headmaster called them to the hunting ground outside the castle on the grass that night—a wet standing place in winter. It is definitely not a good idea to be on the grass, and their new divination professor appeared in front of them amidst such complaints.

The old principal cheerfully introduced that his name was Fizeron, and he was the new divination professor officially hired by Hogwarts.

This new professor of divination, whether it is his white, strong and slender horse body, or his muscular abdominal muscles and handsome face, is enough to make all the girls who have taken the divination class excited. The applause continued.

"The centaur." Scorpius lowered his voice, a little surprised, "I thought they didn't like getting along with wizards."

"They really don't like it, and they're not happy about their kind getting close to wizards," Draco said calmly. "See the bruise on his chest, I guess it's the work of another centaur."

Scorpius narrowed his eyes, and indeed found a bruise the size of a centaur's hoof on Fezeren's chest.

He scratched his head, turned around, glanced out of the corner of his eye, but happened to see the fleeting disgust on Lei Jie'er's face.

"Why, Rachel, what happened?" Scorpius asked in a daze.

The first-year Slytherin who was called by his name turned his head, the smile on his face was completely different from that just now, he narrowed his eyes, and said gently: "It's nothing, Gretel, maybe I don't like animals very much."