[HP] Noble

"Any dissatisfaction, Scarhead?"

In the sound of Neville holding his own fingers and screaming, Draco glared at his own Harry with a smirk, and as for Ron, he had completely regarded him as air.

This title was heard by Scorpius who just came back with a lot of materials. He put the things on the table, shrugged and said, "This title is pretty cool."

Draco suddenly turned his head and looked at the first-year Slytherin like he was looking at a critically ill patient, narrowed his eyes slightly and said contemptuously, "Are you out of your mind?"

"No compliment at all." Scorpius waved his hand to excuse himself.Draco snorted in satisfaction, and threw a large pile of daisy roots onto the brass scale. Even though his movements seemed casual, he weighed them very carefully according to what Professor Snape had written on the blackboard. The weight of the hint, and control it very precisely, is almost like an obsessive-compulsive patient.

But Draco had his reasons.

He already knew about the shrinking potion, so even if he missed so many classes, he could still catch up with the progress easily by relying on his notes—and he was guaranteed to do better than most people.This potion should not have appeared in the curriculum of the third grade, because it has very high requirements on the control of potion materials, and if it is not handled properly, it will become a deadly poison.

All in all, this potion is not really suitable for third year students... especially, not suitable for rude Gryffindors.

Putting the excess material back into the bottle, and throwing the weighed daisy root to Scorpius, the Platinum Noble ordered succinctly: "Cut."

The wound wasn't yet capable of any movement involving the muscles, and it would have been painful, not to the point of death, but Draco didn't think he needed to let himself suffer.

Scorpius took it subconsciously and obediently. Before picking up the knife, he suddenly stopped and looked up at his "guide".Draco raised an eyebrow at him, added "thank you" obviously insincerely, and then raised his pointed chin to signal that he could get to work.

"You really haven't said anything longer than 10 words to me." Scorpius grumbled, frowning.

"You think I'm joking?" Draco asked with a sarcasm.

Well, an honest answer only invites a second laugh.So Scorpius didn't answer his words, and started to deal with the potion ingredients in his hand.

"When you don't have that thing with you," Draco looked at the stone-like Chinese-English translation dictionary in Scorpius's hand with flickering eyes, "I'll consider talking to you."

"Oh come on, you don't know the Chinese on it either." Scorpius said angrily.

"I'll think about studying next summer, I just need one." Draco replied with a smirk, "Now, cut your daisy roots and don't talk back."

Scorpius: "..."

The pleasant conversation with the "Guide" ended perfectly with Hermione's annoyed roar in the front row - "Ron! How dare you throw a fig peeled like that into my cauldron?!"

"Two points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for yelling in class," said Snape lazily at the head of the teacher.

Hermione glared at Ron angrily, and Ron apologized under his breath, but it was too late, and their potion had turned a horrible color.Hermione spent the rest of the time trying to salvage it and make it look better.

When get out of class was over, Snape followed what he had promised before class, and fed Neville's toad and drank the shrinking potion made by Neville himself. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the toad turned into a tadpole, and the Slytherins looked pretty good. Disappointed.But Snape proved that he never let everyone down, he still found a reason to deduct Gryffindor's points - "Because of your meddling, Miss Granger."

See, what a valid reason.

In the end, he seemed very happy to give Hermione, Harry, and Ron a "P" for the homework, and commented: How dare you do worse than Longbottom?

……

——"It's all because of you! Ron! You crushed your figs into a pulp!" Hermione complained angrily until she left the cellar classroom, "Merlin knows how those poor figs messed with you Already?!"

While Hermione was complaining, Harry turned his face away, pretending that he didn't see Ron's blushing face, but was very interested in his shoes.He's pretty sure he doesn't want to tell Hermione what he's discovered - because Gretel and Malfoy were behind them non-stop whining about each other or whispering about potion-making steps while Ron peeled that fig. Small question, it sounds, uh, intimate... oh, intimate, what a horrible word.

He wasn't sure if Ron's anomaly had anything to do with it, and if it did, it was really too bad.

Because of this thought, Harry almost ate his plate at lunch, and Ron, who seemed to be sitting next to him, was no better than him, completely empty, His fork sank several times into the glass of pumpkin juice.

Until the next morning, Ron still looked listless.

"Morning, Harry," he said listlessly, with a big yawn.

"Cheer up, mate," Harry tried to encourage him, "Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, Professor Lupine looks cool! Doesn't he?" He then found himself failing to sound overly enthusiastic head.

Ron glanced at him in surprise, and took a piece of toast: "When you talk about Professor Lupine, it's like seeing a Veela."

"A what?"

"Vela, men's favorite, usually they look like a young girl who is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off." Hermione threw her schoolbag on the stool with a "boom" and sat down beside Harry. , explained in her usual tone, "When they get angry, their pretty faces turn into bird heads."

"Good morning, Hermione," said Harry indulgently.

"Good morning, Harry." Hermione glanced at Ron, who smiled slowly at her, and she gave him a half-warm smirk back.

"Oh! Hermione! You look like Malfoy!" Ron complained sensitively at once.

"Before I throw my schoolbag in your face—" Hermione threw a scrambled egg viciously onto her plate, "Eat your breakfast, Ronald!"

Ron had to turn his attention to the jam in his hand, although Harry was sure he heard him mumbling something.To make matters worse, when Malfoy walked into the hall with his head held high, Harry saw Gretel following him in a protected state. The little Slytherin hesitated for a moment before stepping into the hall, and quickly Glancing in their direction, he followed Malfoy's footsteps nonchalantly.

Ron's buttering knife broke the bread in his hands.

...Oh, it's a fucking show, isn't it?A broken Harry thought sarcastically, Slytherin and Gryffindor version of Romeo and Juliet or something, aha.

……

Fortunately, the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class was not with Slytherin.And Professor Lupine lived up to their expectations. The Boggart in the closet is very attractive and interesting. This kind of thing can turn into anything you fear to scare you. At this time, you need to raise your wand and shout "Funny funny!" was enough to tuck it back in the cabinet.

Merlin bless, what Ron is most afraid of is also a relatively normal eight-eyed spider, not Malfoy.But when it was Harry's turn to step forward, Professor Lupine seemed to deliberately stop the personal experiment project.

Harry was a little disappointed but also very grateful.

Now he wasn't afraid that Voldemort or a Dementor would come out of the closet - because any fool would know it was definitely fake.But if it was Ron and the little Slytherin who came out hugging and kissing, it would be a different matter-it would definitely scare all the Gryffindors, including himself.

……

In no time, Lupine's Defense Against the Dark Arts class became the favorite of most people.Although Draco Malfoy strenuously denied this, he couldn't hide how excited he was when he faced Boggarts or those ugly "red hats" like goblins.So when he once again began to smack Professor Lupine's shabby patched robes, Scorpius couldn't help but be fair: "But he does teach a lot of fun."

The platinum nobleman stopped talking, turned around and threatened viciously that if he dared to say a good word about Lupin again, he would be stuffed into the closet with the Boggart when no one else could see.

This is Slytherin, while maintaining aristocratic cultivation, they don't care about being simple and rude once in a while.

Hagrid's classes had become quite regular since the two incidents on the first day, and, to be honest, a little too regular.The other grades Scorpius didn't know, at least from the first grade to the third grade, their task was to cut lettuce leaves to feed those Flobber caterpillars, so every terrible Monday, Scorpius was always forced to feed The caterpillar was fed twice, once in the morning with the first grade class, and again in the afternoon with the third grade.

In Professor McGonagall's class, they can finally try to add a little pattern to their embroidery needles.And at this time, in the Charms class, they also officially ended the training of the Levitation Charm. In the last individual test, Scorpius got an "O" because his feathers flew high and steadily. At the last moment, he himself was not sure whether he subconsciously used the not-so-exaggerated "Huafeng" when the feathers were shaking.

As a Slytherin, as long as they are not really stupid like a troll, the Slytherins will definitely become a relatively easy group of people in Professor Snape's potions class-especially when there are Gryffindors. when they are compared with the classroom.

The days go by like water, and by the beginning of October, Scorpius can understand a lot of words - it is not for nothing that the best way to learn a language is to throw yourself into an unfamiliar environment that is completely the language .In the beginning, for the professors' classes, he could only ensure that he understood the most critical parts, such as spells, and even when the potions class involved a large number of nouns for potion ingredients, he had to do a lot of review work— —Use a dictionary to look up those materials one by one, translate them into Chinese and make notes next to the original text of the textbook.

But now, he can memorize some words that stipulate the movements needed to make potions, such as "stir clockwise", "stir counterclockwise"... and the essentials of the movements when swinging the wand, such as where the wrist needs to be paused or Which pronunciation needs to be protracted.

His "guide" occasionally offers him some help, though that usually comes with more taunts than the help itself.As Scorpius found himself getting used to the pattern, the Slytherin prince surprisingly didn't bother to taunt him.

It wasn't that he had suddenly been transformed into a gentle soul, in fact, Draco Malfoy just didn't have time to talk to him.The Prince of Slytherin is now concentrating on the upcoming Quidditch season. He spends every day studying tactics with the captain of the Slytherin academy team, Flint, and squeezes out all his spare time to practice on the field.So once again, Scorpius was left to Zabini's management.

"Don't be depressed, little Scorpius, I'm quite willing to take care of you." Zabini crossed the second grade, and happily comforted Scorpius who was sitting on the edge of the first grade seat.

"Stay away from him in that kind of thing, Blaise, he's only in first grade." Draco put down the bread in his hand, and said lazily, he hadn't been very energetic lately.

Of course, it was all Quidditch's fault.Scorpius noticed that even Hufflepuffs, boys and girls alike, had become fanatical, and most of the conversation these days had revolved around this particular wizarding sport.

Until one day at dinner time, Peeves giggled and rushed into the hall - he never came here usually, because there were the only ghosts of Dumbledore and Slytherin he was afraid of.

"Here he comes~ he comes in~ he's at Hogwarts!" The mischievous ghost sang somersaults and sang a song he made up, stuffed his head between his legs and grinned at Dumbledore on the professor's chair Laughing, "He tore up the portrait of the fat lady ~ broke into Gryffindor ~ that curmudgeon ~ Sirius Black!"