[HP] Noble

"Don't worry." As the instigator of the incident, Mr. Scorpigret, who has no sense of guilt, is sitting on the potion table and playing with his fingers, "If you fail, I will definitely help you to everyone who is willing to listen to me. Someone announced—"At three o'clock in the afternoon on December 27th, at the Potions Laboratory, Draco Malfoy was cleaned up by Ron Weasley", does this news headline sound tempting?"

Does this mean that he has made up his mind to stand idly by?Bastard child.Frowning, his beautiful silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly, Prince Slytherin snorted softly with his delicate face stiff, raised his wrist slightly, and for a moment, the tip of the wand burst into blue light, piercing people's eyes. .

The blue water polo that enveloped Ron immediately grew bigger, and the podium, which had been abandoned for a long time, was overturned by the overbearing magic power, and the glassware fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The sound -- no longer trying to repair the cracks, now, the blue water polo that is breaking is being re-wrapped by a new layer of water splashes -- "Ah, I'm angry." Scorpius said with a smile.

"Instead of standing there staring and drooling, why don't you go to Dumbledore, Potter. Let him inform the Weasley family, and they will probably know the solution." Draco held up his wand and ordered impatiently, " The sooner the better, I don't know how long I can last here."

Facing Draco's order, Harry seemed a bit hesitant. At this moment, the Savior of Gryffindor seemed neither convinced nor relieved. He didn't want to obey this annoying Slytherin, let alone leave this place. A friend who experienced an abnormal situation from time to time—although he didn't know why Ron became like this, but he didn't want to escape because of it—"—put away those ridiculous rubbish thoughts, Saint Potter."

As if knowing what Harry was thinking, the classroom has been sitting lazily on the table as if unable to lift up energy. In fact, the other Slytherin, whose eyes were staring at Draco's every movement for a moment, spoke, Scorpius was cold "If you don't know how to use the trapping spell, then do as Draco tells you."

Harry opened his mouth and moved his lips for a while. He looked at the water polo and the mess all over the floor, which had become unstable again, and finally nodded unwillingly. He quickly walked forward from the back row of the classroom, and slammed the door without looking back. leave.

The shocking sound of the door slamming made Draco twitch his lips in satisfaction. He held his wand in one hand, and took out a pocket watch from his pocket with the other hand, snapped it open and glanced quickly, the platinum nobleman lightly Sighing, squinting at Scorpius, he said to another person in the classroom: "There are still 5 minutes left to miss the next step, Granger. Although it is too late to get other materials, at least Come here and take these Billywig stingers off the ground."

Hermione covered her mouth with an exclamation, and she couldn't hide her surprise and whispered: "You, you mean, the experiment will continue?!"

"Of course, if you have to choose between the two, then use your potion..." Draco frowned, "otherwise what do you think we are doing here, Miss Granger? I wasted an afternoon, didn't I?" I came here to watch the red mole transform."

"Heh." A chuckle came from behind him.

"Don't laugh, Mr. Gretel, it's all your fault." Draco said in a reproachful tone, "After all this is settled, it will be your turn next. Are you mentally prepared?"

"None of my business?" The fourth-year Slytherin stopped laughing.

"I told you that I don't want to kiss you here. You insisted on coming here, didn't you?"

"Ah, yes, I came here first." Scorpius nodded generously, "But then you also bit my tongue, right?"

Hermione walked around behind Draco blushing, and randomly picked up two Billywig stingers that Ron had dropped on the ground before. The explicit conversation between the Slytherins fell on her verbatim.

Finally, when the conversation between the two of them reached the point of "...you can't get out of bed", Hermione cleared her throat unbearably, and slapped the Billywig stinger hard on the table: "It's for grinding Powdered, isn't it, Malfoy!"

"...Of course." Draco gave the Gryffindor girl a strange look, "Did Merlin tell you that there are other ways to use the Billywig sting, Granger?"

"No, no."

It's just that Merlin made me have to stop your horrible conversation.Hermione blushed, lowering her head to hide her embarrassment behind her matted brown hair.She took a deep breath and began to grind the Billywig stingers in front of her quickly with enough force. Under Draco's impatient urging, they were finally ground into the right shape, and the Gryffindor girl let go. In one breath, he poured those powders into the cauldron before the end of the last minute of the potion status stage.

"Clockwise 35 times, evenly inject soft magic power..." Hermione recited the production process in a low voice, and when she began to stir the potions, she found that her hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.

Because of the gentle stirring and the perfect injection of magic power, even and delicate bubbles appeared from the light snow blue potion. Hermione's eyes widened. When she stirred to the No.30 circle, it found that the potion was gradually changing color, red Starting from the center of the charming vortex, it spreads little by little. When the second circle of No.30 was stirred to normal, the potion turned into authentic pink——Hermione screamed in surprise, but before she announced the order Surprisingly, the potion changed again!

The pink liquid seemed to have lost its magical support, and formed lifeless pink lumps. They floated on the top of the potion, and the beautiful color of the potion quickly changed, turning into a lifeless milky white liquid— - "Failed." Hermione slumped her shoulders in disappointment, "It turned pink for a moment, but the medicinal properties of the Billywig stinger seemed to be swallowed by another potion ingredient, and the potion now became milky."

"Milky white? Probably because of the conflict of the material base." Draco seemed not at all surprised to get such a result, "I knew that cheap materials like Billywig stingers would never be the last choice. That The color-changing table is only realized on the basis of simply following the law of color change, without considering the problem of medicinal properties... Well, forget it, throw it away, Granger, that is already a pot of waste water—”

Draco's voice was interrupted by an unusually loud crack.

Everyone was startled by the crisp sound, and they all focused on the ever-growing water polo. At this moment, a deep and long crack appeared on it.

"That's why I said that the stinky magic power that is about to overflow from Weasley's body is very annoying." Draco snorted softly, and he was somewhat tired from the long-term high-intensity injection of magic power, and stretched out his temporarily free hand, He lazily ticked Scorpius like he was calling for a puppy, "Come here if you see enough excitement, I can't hold it anymore."

"Say I've done it long ago, and it's so pleasing to hear you admit that you 'can't do it'."

"What nonsense, I didn't 'die'." The Slytherin prince narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

Scorpius smiled and completely ignored his rebuttals. He took out a stack of long and messy notes from the dragon leather pocket on his waist, muttered and threw away those spelled ones, and finally pulled out a piece of paper. The blue talisman, biting his finger and smearing a little blood on it, Scorpius bit his lip, clamped the blood-stained blue talisman on his fingertips, and shook it gently———

A yellow-white flame burns from the top of the talisman——

"It's hard to dive into a dragon, the water gods of the four directions obey, the water-shaped Mount Tai-open!"

Suddenly blue light exploded around the bigger and bigger cracks, and the scene in front of him was very familiar. Bunches of dazzling blue light shot up from the ground, forming a square barrier. Draco frowned, feeling as if It seemed as if all the moisture hidden in the surrounding air had been sucked out—at the same time, a mushroom-like umbrella appeared on the upper end of the blue water polo, and as the air became drier, it also It grew stronger and stronger, and finally, it buckled down, completely covering Ron and the water polo—the buzzing sound of the magic gathering was harsh and unpleasant, and the potion experiment bench in the front row was vibrated because of this!

"'Mount Tarzan', the giant mountain crushes the top, pulls up Mount Tai's lofty heights, and overwhelms thousands of evil spirits." Scorpius raised his chin triumphantly, "It's time to call it a day, just wait for Dumbledore to untie the formation."

Draco put away his wand silently, stared at that triumphant face for a while, and after a few seconds, a smile finally appeared in the corner of his eyes, Prince Slytherin stretched out his hand, and unceremoniously ruffled the soft hair brunette.

"It's a little tricky."

He praised lightly.

Scorpius snorted and slapped his hands away.Standing behind them as the only Gryffindor present, Hermione seemed to see a fluffy tail growing from the back of Scorpius' buttocks, and at this moment it was cocked upwards majestically and swayed like a brush.

……

When Mrs. Weasley and the others arrived, Scorpius and the others were waving their wands trying to restore the potions laboratory to its original state.

Draco had just put the fallen blackboard back on the wall, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the panicked woman was still wearing an apron—it was obvious that she was preparing dinner for the Order of the Phoenix when she was called, She rushed in, screaming and crying—"Ron, my baby!!——"

Draco: "..."

Scorpius: "..."

Hermione: "..."

Dumbledore followed closely, and immediately relaxed at the first sight of what was going on in the potions laboratory. "Ah, it seems that the situation is well under control." As if he didn't see the messy potions laboratory at all, the old headmaster smiled tolerantly at the three embarrassed people in the classroom, "Thank you, Miss Granger, Malfoy Sir, and Mr Gretel."

"Ah, bad." Prince Slytherin touched the tip of his nose expressionlessly, and lowered his voice, "I actually think this head is mocking us."

"Why does it sound more incidental to me," Scorpius asked erratically, "as if he's thanking me just because I happen to be in this room rather than what I did—"

"You just came by," Draco said, "I was the only one who was exhausted from the beginning to the end."

"You're not dying of exhaustion, Draco, aren't you just standing here with a lot of energy to argue with me?" The fourth-year Slytherin squinted at him, and kicked him on the calf by the way—