[HP] Noble

Looking at the black-haired Slytherin in front of him, not only was he not angry, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised with pleasure - Draco was unhappy.

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin narrowed his silver-gray pupils slightly, and there was a hint of danger on that pretty little face.

I don't know why, right now, it's obviously because it reminds me of that "'I don't know who' Mr. Quidditch", the twinkling eyes of the senior Slytherin made Draco Jean feel a burst of unhappiness for no reason——Yes , very unhappy, at this moment, to Draco, that smiling face looked almost more annoying than Potter who had the audacity to refuse his friendship.

So in the whole breakfast that followed, Draco never said a word to Scorpius, to be precise, he didn't even give him a corner of the eye—not even the glass of cold water that Scorpius kindly poured him. Milk, the platinum aristocrat who was quite fond of in the past, didn't even look at it today.

Regarding Draco's sudden anger, Scorpius expressed that he was very inexplicable-it was obviously Master Malfoy who first tried to bully others, but it turned out that he was the one who became angry in the end.

Adult Draco is hard to deal with, and child Draco is even harder to deal with!Just when Scorpius was racking his brains to find a topic that Draco had to answer him to talk to, across their two tables, there was another burst of words on the Gryffindor table at the other end of the auditorium. riot--

The reason was that a large flock of owls flew in through the skylight. Of course, Scorpius himself was used to this, but for first-year freshmen, the sight of a large flock of owls flying by was quite attractive. Amid the sound, the young masters and ladies of Slytherin calmly pulled the empty plates at hand to cover their food, without even lifting their eyelids, they gracefully removed the owl feathers that fell on their hands.

When Draco's falcon with a large package of things wrapped in brown paper landed on his shoulders precisely - on the long table in Gryffindor, an owl hit the lion cub in the same way as a bomb In front of them, with a burst of buzzing and screeching, the owl finally scrambled and stopped in front of the red-faced Neville Longbottom.

Scorpius heard a clear sneer from the Slytherin prince sitting next to him.

At this moment, Neville is still a standard chubby little fat man. Because of the wreckage of spiritual magic received by the first wizarding war, his parents have been treated in St. Mungo's Magic Hospital all year round. Only the strict grandmother in the family let this Gryffin Many boys are in a state of inferiority in most of their school days——

Oh, who knows, the world is unpredictable, just such a fat little man with low self-esteem, managed to win the heart of the chief playboy of Hogwarts seven years later——

"It's a memory ball! Just hold it in your hand, and if the white mist inside starts to glow red, it means you've forgotten something important!" Ron's loud voice came from the other side of the auditorium, " Neville, you still need to use this thing, only five or six-year-old children or elderly people-"

"Shut up, Weasley, can't you see that Neville is already very nervous?" The stern female voice, leaking from the domineering side since childhood, is the female version of Draco - this is Hermione Granger, no doubt.

When Neville Longbottom was on the Gryffindor table, blushing and hurriedly stuffing a large bullet-sized transparent glass ball into his robe pocket amidst the laughter around him, Scorpius subconsciously turned his head to look Blaise Zabini, who was sitting opposite Draco—at this moment, the dark-skinned boy was propping his chin with one hand, absently poking the bacon on the dinner plate with a fork...

As if sensing Scorpius' gaze, Blaise raised his head, and the first time he met his black pupils, this boy who was no less handsome than Draco showed a clear look at the senior Slytherin. And a friendly smile.

Scorpius was embarrassed by his peeping, and was hurriedly preparing to smile back, when suddenly, the wrist on his hand was caught by a hand with a cold touch!

The black-haired Slytherin was shocked, but he didn't break away subconsciously. He took his eyes back from Blaise's face and lowered his head. Only then did he realize that the skin of the hand grasping his wrist was frighteningly pale at this moment. Scorpius blinked, and before he even had time to realize what was going on, Draco let go of him calmly—

The first-year Slytherin prince who didn't give him a glimpse all morning raised the corners of his lips, with a proud expression on his face, and ordered concisely: "Pass me the pumpkin juice."

Scorpius: "..."

The sluggishness of the senior Slytherin made Draco raise his eyebrows for no reason.

Scorpius wanted to say that, if his memory and IQ were correct, Draco seemed to have a strong dislike for sweet drinks like pumpkin juice - but... anyway... well.

With a tangled face, he put the silver jug ​​full of pumpkin juice in front of Draco, who glanced at him in satisfaction, and threw out a not-so-sincere "thank you", and Prince Slytherin took it casually He poured a small half of a drink into an empty glass, and then turned his head to talk to Pan Xi who rushed over to talk to him——

The surrounding atmosphere was much better than before, but Scorpius noticed that until the end of breakfast, they all stood up from the long table, and the small half cup of pumpkin juice was left aside in the cold as before—

Draco didn't even touch it.

When the students left the auditorium one after another, they remembered that Scorpius, who had no class in the first class in the morning, grabbed a book from his schoolbag, and stuffed the rest together with the schoolbag to the student sitting next to him. Barbra, amidst the loud complaints of the fifth-year Slytherins behind him, all the Slytherins watched their prefects rushing out of the auditorium after the platinum noble's ass, completely—

"Looks like an old hen." Barbra said with a troubled face while carrying Scorpius' schoolbag, "I've never seen a more conscientious 'guide' than him."

"Oh come on, Barbra, Scorpius is different from you, otherwise the prefect badge would not be hanging on his robe." The Slytherin girl who listened to her companion complained gave him a sideways look, "Don't be jealous, you If you are in the first grade, you can also receive this kind of treatment."

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It was a sunny, breezy day, and even someone like Scorpius who had no interest in broomsticks knew that it was an excellent day for beginners to learn how to fly.

Scorpius followed Draco, listening with a smile on his lips as he told Pansy about the book "Quidditch Origins". There was a soft rustle under their feet, on the other side of the lawn was Hagrid's hunting ground, and beyond that was a black forest, with towering black trees swaying in the breeze - that's where Dumbledore would go at every opening party The Forbidden Forest will emphasize that the students absolutely stop.

The Slytherins were the last to leave the Great Hall because they didn't like crowds, so by the time Draco and the others arrived at the class, most of the Gryffindors were already standing there - on the grass , there were dozens of broomsticks, and Scorpius glanced at them. They were all very old meteors or silver arrows...

The black-haired Slytherin glanced at the platinum nobles who were walking faster and faster in front of him, then at those old broomsticks, and then at the platinum nobles...

Uh, I can't suppress this feeling of uneasiness.

While Scorpius was secretly staring at the upper and sighing, at some point, Draco, who was walking in front of him, stopped the conversation with Pansy, and stopped suddenly—Scorpius couldn't stop, It bumped into Draco's back firmly, and if the latter hadn't kindly reached out to grab him in time, he would have sat down in front of two first-year college kids!

When Scorpius stabilized himself, Draco quickly let go of him and took his hand back. Before Scorpius could even say thank you, the "guided person" in front of him had already raised his proud and pointed jaw , frowning and looking at him with a tangled face: "Go and sit on the side, don't trouble me."

Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, then followed the platinum nobleman's hand, and found that the other party was pointing at the underside of a willow tree by the lake.

The location is well chosen.

But why should I listen to you?Scorpius looked silently at the first-year Slytherin in front of him—I'm the guide of the two of us, right?

"Yes, you are the guide." As if seeing through Scorpius' eyes, Draco raised an eyebrow, "You can sit aside and look at me, if you are strong enough and sensitive enough, Can reach out and catch me when I fall off the broom—"

He certainly couldn't have fallen off his broomstick - as the future best Seeker in Slytherin history.

Prince Slytherin's words had already caused snickers from some people around.

However, Scorpius was not angry either. Under the gloating eyes of everyone, the prefect of Slytherin showed a lazy smile, and put the book in his hand, which he didn't know what it was, under his arm. Before everyone could react, he stretched out his hand and quickly pinched the platinum nobleman's pointed chin: "I will catch you, Draco, even if you fall."

The snickering was louder - just from different targets, and best of all, this time it even included some of the Gryffindors who had witnessed it all.

After Scorpius finished speaking, without looking at Draco's paler face, he turned around and strode towards the seat assigned to him by Master Malfoy.

Gore and Crabbe looked at their leader sympathetically, but they didn't dare to say a word for a long time. It wasn't until Mrs. Hooch rushed over and yelled for them to stand up in different colleges, and the crowd dispersed and went their separate ways——

"What are you waiting for? The weather is so good, you should fly to the sky!" The middle-aged woman with short gray hair and amber eyes increased her voice so that all the students present could hear her , "Everyone pick a broom and stand next to it!"

Draco pursed his lips, and glanced at the black-haired Slytherin who was ready not far away, and before he raised his head to look over, he averted his gaze again, looking at the front end of an old, worn-out broom Stand in front of the forked broomstick - in fact, Draco didn't want to call the thing a broomstick!

"In Malfoy Manor, even the things that really sweep the floor look better than this thing!" The platinum noble complained in a loud voice, which attracted the attention of several Gryffindors from Muggle families.

"—Have you chosen your broomsticks yet? Oh, Mr. Malfoy, don't look disgusted. No matter what, they are broomsticks. At least they can fly higher than the toy broomsticks you are used to!"

Toy broom?I stopped touching that thing after I was three years old!When Draco frowned, he clearly saw Ron standing across from him blushing, looking like he was struggling to hold back a smile - he gave him a hard look, and Draco was satisfied Seeing the other party's face instantly changed from flushed to pale.

"—you just need to listen to my password, and when I tell you to say 'get up', you repeat after me! One—two—three—"

"stand up!"

"Get up, get up!"

"Come up!"

"—wrong slogan, red hair."

"—you don't need to meddle in your own business, Malfoy!"

Amid the commotion and commotion, several broomsticks on the scene obediently jumped into the hands of their temporary owners - Ron noticed that Neville's broom was motionless as if dead, but Harry got into it very smoothly. Let the broom jump into his palm... Granger's broom next to Harry just rolled on the ground a few times, which made Ron quite happy...

Ron quickly looked down at his own. Fortunately, when he yelled "Get up" for the third time, his broom flew upright. If he hadn't taken a big step back in time, the broom might have I'm going to punch him in the face!

When Ron hurriedly grabbed the broom and stood back to his original position, he found that the platinum-haired Slytherin standing opposite him was lazily standing on the same spot with his broom——

The red-haired Gryffindor gave him a slightly surprised look - he didn't even hear the guy say "get up" just now!

As if he noticed Gryffindor's gaze, Draco looked away from the clumsy Goyle. He squinted and looked at his red-haired Weasley in panic, and raised the corners of his lips to show a contemptuous smile. Smiling, he drew out his voice, and at a volume that only the two of them could hear, he dropped a heavy bomb in Ron's ear——

"I know you're peeking at my 'guide', Weasley."

Ron: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't!"

"Don't deny it." The smile on Draco's pale face became even more ironic, "Your eyes are almost falling off."

"Nonsense!" At this moment, the red-haired Gryffindor's face flushed as if he had just taken it out of ketchup, which made the freckles on his face stand out, and he grabbed the broom in his hand. The palms even secreted a thin layer of fine sweat.

At this time, not far from the two of them, a Gryffindor girl's broom seemed to be completely out of control. She was riding on the broom, probably just to try it at first-but now she was thrown in the air feebly Tossing back and forth, the Gryffindor girl's little face was pale, she closed her eyes, and firmly grasped the broom. Then, she saw the broom suddenly rising under her grasp. Amid the screams of everyone, The girl was thrown solidly to the ground——

Mrs. Huo Qi had a serious face, quickly pushed aside the students who stood in front of her, and walked towards the girl.

"Reckless Gryffindor." Draco sneered.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry frowned.

"——I need to send Daphnia to the infirmary. When I'm not around, you are forbidden to step on the broom!" Mrs. Hooch lifted the girl whose face was full of tears, and apparently broke her arm, and warned sternly All students, "Remember my request—forbid—in my absence—to ride a broom without permission!"

After finishing speaking, this female professor, who is still stronger than a first-year girl, easily picked her up and rushed towards the castle——

"I'm not kidding you, Mole." Draco withdrew his gaze, and when he met Ron's eyes, he suddenly stopped laughing. He quickly glanced at the opposite side not far away and buried his head in a book. The senior Slytherin, who didn't know anything, looked at Gryffindor opposite, with contempt in his silver-gray pupils, "You'd better get rid of this idea as soon as possible."

"Don't even think about it!—no, I mean—it's none of your business what I do, Malfoy!"

"Of course I'm in control, Mole, Slytherin prefect—someone like you better not even think about it!"

Draco sneered. Unexpectedly by Ron, his eyes moved, and then he walked quickly to Neville who fell on the ground. Before everyone had time to react, the platinum noble quickly bent down, Picked up something from the grass - when he straightened up, they finally saw that what was in Slytherin's hands at this moment was actually Neville's memory ball!

"Neville must have been careless when he fell... oh my god, give it back to Neville! Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed.

The brown-skinned Slytherin standing opposite Hermione glanced at Neville, who was sitting on the ground with a flustered face, tears streaming down his face, and Blaise Zabini showed a lazy smile on the lips of the stern Gryffindor girl. Yang Yang smiled: "Don't get excited, Miss Granger, it's just for fun."

"Thanks, Blaise, my ears hurt from the woman's screaming." When the brown-skinned Slytherin boy shrugged, Draco had a lazy smile on his face. In Harry's eyes, this The smile was simply abominable—the platinum nobleman grabbed the memory ball in his palm and tossed it up and down as he was used to. He looked at Ron and drew his tone, "I'll let reality teach you— — Weasley — get the memory ball in my hand if you can, and I got it..."

Draco paused suddenly, glanced at the unknowing but still angry Gryffindors beside him, and then rested his gaze on Ron's blushing face who was clearly at a loss, Draco Co stepped onto the broom—

"Get the memory ball in my hand, and I'll consider approving him...to talk to you."

After speaking, Slytherin lightly tapped his feet to the ground, and quickly left the ground amidst the screams of the crowd.