[HP] Noble

While Dobby the house-elf was scrambling into the Room of Requirement to tip off Harry, Dumbledore's Army were busy practicing the Patronus Charm - which was strangely not included in the teaching schedule - —In other words, if no one is willing to teach it extra, then even the students who graduated from Hogwarts may not have the opportunity to get in touch with this seemingly very practical spell now.

...After all, it is not uncommon for dementors to run around the world.After waiting for so many years, their hunting range has finally expanded from a small island in the United Kingdom (Azkaban) to the whole of the United Kingdom. What's worse, in their minds, the food that immediately precedes "dining" The key word seems to be "anytime, anywhere".

Dealing with dementors is a hassle.They are not ghosts, but they do not have bodies capable of inflicting physical damage.In the British classification of magical species, they are classified in the category of magical animals-but strictly speaking, this classification is actually wrong, because dementors cannot perform natural, normal animal activities. reproduce.They are all creatures that evolved through coincidental changes after the death of some wizards who died abnormally.

No one knows what this coincidental variation is—just like you never know what happens when you die the last time you die.In Scorpius' understanding, he believes that dementors are more similar to what Taoism calls "human mandrills", which are the products of sinful human beings who persist in resentment and malice after death. They are human beings and ghosts.

What they have in common is that even death will also affect the emotions of the surrounding humans.So when Wenxin was teaching at Hogwarts last year, he checked a lot of materials in the library. Even during the summer vacation, Scorpius found a red cedar wand in his room, but unfortunately, in the end Wen Xin's conclusion is that "the good mood of the spell-casting Taoist obviously cannot make people flee."

As for the magic wand, senior brother Wen Xin explained very simply - "Do research."

…So actually being a Taoist priest is also a technical job, and they also have to engage in scientific research.

Long story short, let's zoom back to the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, where we were talking about the house-elf tip-off - but unfortunately, it's too late.

It is obviously impossible for house elves to get first-hand news from the frontline. When Winky, who happened to go to Umbridge's office to add firewood, told Dobby about this, the pink toad was already humming a strange song, ready to Out to meet her dear and handsome "Slytherin knights."

So when Mr. Harry Potter took about 5 minutes to do a series of psychological changes of "enquiry-surprise-panic", Draco and the others were already standing outside the door of the Room of Requirement, and were still chatting for a while.

"The last time Goyle and Crabbe were slurping their afternoon tea, I took a nap in here, and the bed is not bad." Looking at the empty wall, Draco hesitated, "But I'm not sure it's suitable for... Defense Against the Dark Arts exercises."

"Exercising on the bed?" Pansy giggled. "Oh my God, I'm not sure if I'm going to go in. Can an adult go in first and let them tie their robes tight?"

"Thank you for your little joke, Miss Parkinson." Umbridge grinned sweetly. She pushed aside the students and stood at the front by herself, facing the snow-white wall, standing tall She held up her wand, which had a lace-pink bow at the tip.

Scorpius was pretty sure he saw Draco frown in annoyance for a moment, but it was obviously only a momentary thing, and soon his brow relaxed and replaced it with his usual nonchalant, elegant emphasis, Drawn out the tone: "No need, Professor Umbridge."

As soon as Draco finished speaking, there were chaotic footsteps behind the wall.

"Such a clever kid." Umbridge smiled even more broadly, even though her mouth was grinning in such a way that one couldn't help but throw a fly in it.

Scorpius felt that he could imagine dozens of people inside suddenly rushing towards the gate. He looked at the people around him. In fact, there were only seven or eight people including Umbridge himself. Everyone was reluctant— —nobody wants to give up their nice lunch break for such a thankless job—maybe Umbridge thinks they'd be happy to see Gryffindors slumped, but in fact...

Well, if you can watch it, of course you are really happy.

But only if you don't have to do it yourself - usually, Gryffindors can make themselves extremely bad.

And gathering people to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, which Slytherin is really willing to take care of them?As Draco said, Gryffindor has nothing to do with Slytherin if he wants to learn the essence of nerds from Ravenclaw, because even if they study for another 1 years, the average score on the final exam report card The results are still two lanes away from Slytherin.

When the messy people rushed out from behind the wall, the Slytherins lazily let go of a lot of Ravenclaws-Gryffindor is indeed not left behind-that's the point, since it's here, Then have to have fun with yourself.For example, Neville Longbottom, this unlucky boy, when he stumbled into the sight of everyone, at least three wands cast different impediment spells on him at the same time, and a strange girl from Ravenclaw beside him was Unscathed, he ran all the way without looking back, and disappeared at the corner of the corridor in a blink of an eye.

Umbridge went berserk with rage, and she screamed "Let's not let one go!"

"Subconscious action, sorry, Professor." Nott put down his wand and replied lazily, "I'm just a little allergic to red, I can't help it."

"FubuteUbcabtaten (curse standing stop)... well, Knott, Crabbe used a binding spell," Scorpius watched as he finally calmed down and stopped trying to use his legs to dance like a mummy like a tarantella. Neville, who was dancing, said sympathetically, "This combination is terrible."

"I'm not the worst one, what about Draco?" Nott turned around, but unexpectedly found that they couldn't find their leader, so he raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I don't know, and I don't keep staring at him all the time." Scorpius put his wand back into his pocket a little annoyed. He saw Daphne using a relatively gentle spell to keep Hermione, Astoria was there too, and the sisters had a little argument again, as if Astoria was trying to cast a spell on Hermione, and Daphne thought she was just messing around.

"Okay, stop arguing, girls." Pansy blew on her nails. At this moment, the dark-haired girl was leisurely leaning on a pair of polished armor, and the wand in her hand was not so much a weapon. More of a decoration, "Don't make the Gryffindors laugh."

"Oh, that's great, I'm not in the mood to watch your jokes now, Parkinson." Hermione, who was firmly trapped on the ground by the petrification curse, mocked out of breath, "Just make trouble."

When the commotion stopped completely, Umbridge found with satisfaction that this side had a good record, all Gryffindors were arrested, there were three Hufflepuffs, five Ravenclaws——

"Miss Cho Chang, I thought Mr. Potter's suspension could give you some warning." She was full of false regret, and said to the flushed Ravenclaw who looked terribly embarrassed, "But it seems not, I'm really, really sorry..."

"I thought you could let her go." Scorpius lowered his voice.

"I caught it." Pansy said briskly, "What kind of a good person is he who is eager to fall in love with Saint Potter right after his boyfriend died?"

Scorpius: "..." I almost forgot that Pansy was once very supportive of that handsome Hufflepuff.

……

For Harry's part, he had to stress that he had probably never run so fast in his life.Once out the door, he ran among the crowd for a while - maybe because he left his thick Gryffindor robes in the Room of Requirement, which made him less conspicuous, In short, he started off pretty smoothly, and almost ran to the boys' bathroom—as long as he got there, he could tell everyone that he had been staying there, maybe thinking about life, anyway, everything was fine——

"oops!"

Just when he thought he was winning, something hit him hard in the back.The impact was hot, like someone hitting the elephant on the back with a football, almost smashing his internal organs out.In the next moment Harry felt himself drained, all his strength had been lost, and his whole body was limp on the ground like boneless mud.When the familiar sound of dragonskin boots banging on the cold blue brick floor sounded behind him, Harry cursed the person who invented the silent spell sincerely for the first time.

"Okay Potter, the game is over." The Slytherin prince's voice came from above his head condescendingly, "Has anyone ever told you that the first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts is - don't expose your back to the enemy .”

"That does work when the opponent is a scumbag."

"It's Gryffindor's so-called uprightness that keeps you being betrayed by your teammates like pigs—why do you think we gave up the good afternoon tea and have to stand here like fools, eh?"

For a moment, Harry thought the Slytherin was going to stamp his foot hard in the face.

But the next moment, the thick dragon leather boot changed direction and finally landed on his back—although it wasn't much better, it was still an improvement.

Thanks to the all-knowing and all-powerful God, he soon understood where the source of this intellectual progress was—

"Draco, have you caught Potter? Hurry up if you catch it—Merlin's beard, why are you stomping on him?"

Scorpigret's voice sounded like a savior on the other side of the corridor.

"..."

Half of Harry's face was pressed against the cold ground, and he could almost hear the sound of grinding his teeth, "You're pretty careful with your image, aren't you, Malfoy?"

"Of course. Learn, Saint Potter, so your girlfriend won't bring tears to your face when you kiss her."