[HP] Noble

【Two stupid kids are going to enter the Forbidden Forest presumptuously!Karma! 】

【Extra meal!Extra meal!Extra meal!Extra meal!Ga——]

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of Draco's wand, and the crow that yelled the loudest was hit hard from the branch where it was originally staying, and the messy black feathers scattered by the spell flew all over the sky. , The group of crows finally calmed down—the crow fell into the snow and smashed a small snow pit, kicked up a burst of snow dust, and then there was no movement again.

Judging from this posture, it is definitely impossible to survive.

The crows on the branch didn't fly away, they shut up and squatted quietly on the branch, staring vigilantly at the two humans under the tree. When they were silent, it was indeed more eerie than noisy .Prince Slytherin put away his wand expressionlessly, and walked ahead without saying a word.

Scorpius followed, trying not to make a fuss...even though his hair was standing on end now.He followed the senior Slytherin, still walking carefully on the track he walked, the whole process became quite quiet, he didn't even ask what spell Draco was using, but from this moment on he at least figured out I asked a question: there is absolutely no rule of not killing easily in the Slytherin rules.

Draco walked forward for a short distance, and at a fork in the road, he stopped.Turning around, he looked up at the dense magical plants covering the sky above his head, then lowered his head slightly, and slowly said to Scorpius in a discussing tone: "The shrubs in the Forbidden Forest are lush, and the snow in the afternoon alone It is unlikely that the volume would completely cover the footprints, it appears that they were somehow concealed by Granger."

Scorpius thought for a while, then took out a yellow talisman, held it on his fingertips and shook it lightly, the talisman ignited spontaneously, he raised his hand and threw it out: "Hua Feng."

With the talisman at the center, a soft but directional wind rises and blows around.The snow and dust blown up by the wind almost made them unable to see the road ahead. Scorpius stomped his feet a little uneasy, and suddenly became unsure whether this method would work——

But soon he was relieved. When the fourth gust of wind blew in all directions again, Scorpius suddenly felt something different under his feet-he lowered his head and found himself standing on a tree with footprints three times his own. On such a large footprint.And such a row of huge footprints extended from under his feet with a few scattered footprints, and disappeared at the invisible end of the bushes on the left side of the road.

And apparently, Draco saw this too.Prince Slytherin raised the corners of his lips, nodded with some satisfaction, and praised gently: "Good job."

Scorpius didn't want to admit that he was immediately elated, and it would be more perfect if he added fifteen points to Slytherin.

They followed Hagrid's footsteps, but after walking two steps away, Draco almost immediately noticed a little difference—on the road leading to the middle, there was a new row of footprint.The row of footprints is almost imperceptible unless one looks closely.

Prince Slytherin's silver-gray eyes scanned the row of footprints carelessly, but he never said a word.And Scorpius didn't pay attention to this aspect at all. In his eyes, only the heels of Draco's dragon leather boots stepped on the snow.

After they went deep into the fork, they could no longer see the row of footprints, and no one knew where their owners had been.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the two Slytherins finally heard the sound of someone deliberately lowering their voices to talk, and when they walked in a little bit, they were surprised to find that it was Slughorn who was chattering, and in his The sobbing one was Big Hagrid, poor half-giant, almost crying out of shape, tugging on a pink handkerchief and snotting loudly, Hermione looked startled, but got down. After a second, he still rushed forward, stood on tiptoe and patted Hagrid's waist to express his comfort.

Behind them lay a huge spider, which was obviously dead, its huge body completely turned over.Its eight legs curled up, limply and rigidly maintaining the posture inherent in any dead insect.Those eight eyes turned a lifeless milky white, staring blankly at the sky—a scene so horrific that it would make the scalp tingle in anyone who saw him for the first time.

Not to mention people who are inherently terrified of spiders——

For example, Ron Weasley, at this moment, he was busy holding a tree trunk on one side and vomited so much that he couldn't straighten up.

"Oh, Hagrid, don't cry. My old friend, we need to give it, eh?  …"

Hagrid let out a loud sob: "Aragok."

"Okay, Aragog..." Slughorn looked terribly puzzled for a moment, how could anyone name the eight-eyed spider, but soon he resumed his fake sad expression, "We promise, we will Give this big handsome fellow, Aragog, a perfect funeral—”

"Oh yes, it's so beautiful that not many people can appreciate it, but you're right, Slughorn, you're a good man." Hagrid said after another loud sob, "There's only one perfect His funeral is worthy of Aragog's splendid life—”

Draco and Scorpius exchanged a puzzled look: what is that Slughorn doing here?

Soon they had their answer.

Because they found that while Slughorn was chanting some kind of eulogy loudly, while taking advantage of Hagrid covering his face and crying and blowing his nose, he quietly reached out to break the dead eight-eyed The spider's fangs, the green venom dripped drop by drop along its teeth into the potion storage bottle that the fat old man had prepared a long time ago, and on his hand, he obviously had a pair of anti-venom prepared. Corrosion-specific harvesting gloves.

Harry Potter was standing there, looking a little disgusted and a little guilty - but it was pretty sure he knew exactly what Slughorn was up to and acquiesced to it Do.

Obviously, tonight's Gryffindor and the Potions Professor had reached a win-win agreement.

At this moment, Draco suddenly set his eyes on the bushes behind the unconscious crowd, he stared at it for a while, but it was very quiet there, as if there was nothing there.

Scorpius, who was really engrossed in watching Slughorn's acting, felt his waist pinched.

His ears turned red, he turned his head abruptly, glared at Draco angrily, and mouthed: What are you doing?

Draco smiled lowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his voice, and said slowly in a lazy voice, "I'll teach you a lesson, and the name of this lesson is 'It Can Be So Despicable as a Slytherin' Self-ashamed Gryffindors'."

Scorpius: "Pfft."

"--Who?!"

Hermione, who was closest to them, obviously heard the voices of the Slytherins talking.

Scorpius looked at Draco innocently, and spread his hands: Who told you to make me laugh?

Glancing at him casually, he gently reached out and slapped Scorpius's outstretched paw punitively.The next moment, Prince Slytherin restrained his smile and returned to his usual indifference and arrogance. When he straightened up and calmly pushed aside the bushes to appear in front of everyone, Scorpius realized that he might It was deliberately talking to let the Gryffindors find out.

At this time, Slughorn just finished reading his eulogy, and changed his mournful tone just now. Seeing Draco and Scorpius, the former head of Slytherin immediately laughed foolishly: " Oh, I said who is this! Mr. Malfoy, and our little Mr. Gretel - you can't hide anything from you, you know, the Lucius I knew when I was young, if there is a little bit of good -"

He suddenly realized what he said and shut his mouth abruptly.Fortunately, Hagrid didn't hear what he said, because he was busy rubbing his eyes vigorously with his huge hands, still sobbing from time to time like a child, and stammering, "It's you, you guys?" How did you find it here?"

Hermione immediately looked at Ron reproachfully.

Ron raised his head from the side of the tree with difficulty, and said angrily: "It's not me who leaked the secret!"

"...the crows at the door are discussing enthusiastically that a group of people have entered the Forbidden Forest." Draco lazily greeted Slughorn, and then nodded to Hagrid with little respect. Nodded, "I'll come in and take a look. If it's some disobedient low-grade brats, I can catch them back and put them in a solid confinement."

Harry's eyes widened, and he said in a very aggressive tone, "You're a little liar, Malfoy! You can't understand what the crows are saying - neither can anyone."

Hermione frowned slightly, but didn't look at it.

"He might, Harry," Ron faltered, and after receiving the stare from his friend, he snapped his mouth shut, and after a long while he added in a low voice, "I said It's true, my mother mentioned the tricks of the dark wizards."

But the sound was so small that no one could hear it.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Draco calmly walked around the eight-eyed spider, and then chuckled, he stopped, stretched out his hand, and patted the eight-eyed spider's furry head without hesitation: "One hundred A cup of Gallon's eight-eyed spider solution, that's what you exchanged for the dragon's blood in Professor Slughorn's hand, didn't you, Potter?"

Gryffindor's face paled immediately.

With a quick glance at Hagrid, he found his giant friend full of doubts.

"I didn't do that, Hagrid," said Harry sullenly.

"No, of course I don't doubt you, Harry." Hagrid still looked confused, "but if you need a part of Aragog, I think not only me, but even it will be happy to contribute its own strength--"

Scorpius noticed that the expression on Slughorn's face was instantly as if he had won the first prize lottery: "Since you said so—"

"No!" Harry said loudly, before the Potions Master rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, "We're only here to hold your friend's funeral, Hagrid! There's no purpose other than that!"

Slughorn stepped back disappointed, and Hagrid's expression brightened slightly.He patted Harry on the back so hard that he staggered a few times, "I knew it, Harry!" Hagrid said loudly, "You should be such a kind boy!"

"...If you like to touch everyone before they leave the Forbidden Forest to see if they have brought anything they shouldn't have, I'm afraid there will be a lot of gains."

Draco sneered, he clearly saw that Slughorn stuffed two bottles of venom into his jacket pocket, and gave the other two bottles to Harry Potter, and that Gryffindor really accepted it. .

Harry finally couldn't take it anymore, he pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at Draco's nose!

"Listen, Malfoy, if you decide to mess around today—"

Draco's hawthorn wand also appeared in his hand at the first time——

The two moved so fast that almost no one had time to see——

"No, no, boys, if you're going to duel here—"

"Harry, don't, don't do this!"

But it was all too late.

"Incarcero (quick imprisonment)—"

Draco flicked his wand slightly, and a blue light shot out from the front of his wand.Everyone who moved quickly failed to react——

Harry jumped back almost instinctively, but easily dodged Draco's attack, the blue light missed and disappeared into the bushes behind him—

"That's all you can do, isn't it! Malfoy!"

Harry yelled defiantly, raised his wand aloft, and cast an offensive spell, which also missed, and hit the dead man firmly amidst Hermione's angry choke. On Aragog—

Hagrid didn't respond to this, he was already stunned by the rapid turn of events.

The eight-eyed spider's green blood spurted out of its head, almost staining Draco's half of his body green before he could dodge.He quickly cast himself a defensive spell that no one else had ever seen before, and blocked Potter's second wave of attacks. At this time, Scorpius also drew his wand and gave Harry Use a tripping spell.

Harry lost his footing and bumped into Ron who was standing stupidly by the side. Ron staggered a few strides, scratched the sky with his hand, and finally grabbed Draco's robe——

All three stumbled and fell into Aragog's guts together.

"Aha!" came Hermione's harsh, high-pitched voice. "Is that enough? Boys!"

Looking at the boys struggling in a pile of stinky green solution, the Gryffindor girl obviously didn't have much sympathy. She stood there with her hips akimbo, obviously not going to help anyone up, but reprimanded loudly: "This is just a Funeral for a poor spider! You childish ones can't have a different place—"

"Oh Merlin's socks!" Ron sat on Aragog's heart organ with a broken face, crying, his buttocks moved, "I'm soaked in spider juice!"

"And you happen to be sitting on its heart right now, soft?" Scorpius put away his wand, asked with a sarcasm on his face, and helped Draco who was silent.

Draco's wet robes were still dripping a viscous green solution as they stood aside.

"You're a little weird today, Draco." Scorpius whispered, taking advantage of the confusion among the Gryffindors.

"I remember that you have stopped provoking Potter since this semester. To be honest, today you—"

Scorpius' words stopped abruptly.

Because he noticed that the wrist he held the senior Slytherin in his hand was trembling.

He raised his head, gently squeezed Draco's chin, twisted it to his side, and then frowned tightly: "What's wrong with you?"

Prince Slytherin's face was pale, and the green spider's blood flowed down his slender jaw to Scorpius' hand, and then flowed down his hand into his wrist, but he didn't seem to notice it, and he was dead. Staring at the senior Slytherin.

Draco shook his head silently, and after a while, he said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Let go of my jaw."

Scorpius let go.

"Now, send me back to my dormitory, and then go find Professor Snape." His long eyelashes moved, and then, the platinum nobleman slowly closed his eyes a little tiredly, "Do as I say , don't ask anything else."

Draco ordered irresistibly.