[HP] Noble

In the Gryffindor common room, two third-year boys sat comfortably on the thick carpet.

A large pile of colorful and various candies, chocolates, and lollipops fell on Harry's lap. Ron blushed and looked very excited and said: "I picked some for you, if not enough , I still have—”

Harry grinned, quickly pulled out a messy box from behind the red-haired boy, and jokingly said, "Including this one?"

"No!—except this! Oh Harry! Hey—give it to me!" Ron blushed, grabbed the gold and red ribbon, quickly pulled the box back, and hurriedly stuffed it into the box. behind him.

"Honestly." Harry sat upright, trying to look serious—unfortunately he failed, he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, he pushed Ron with a smirk, "You can't tie a shoebox Ribbons—again Gryffindor ribbons, as a gift to a Slytherin."

Ron looked horrified by his words, stammering eager to deny: "Damn - I didn't -"

"I don't want to spend the next four years being laughed at by Malfoy," Harry said seriously. "I love Hogwarts, and I don't want to ruin it because of Malfoy."

Judging from Ron's current expression, he was so embarrassed that he was about to faint.

Merlin, it's just the two of them in the common room now.Harry sighed, stretched out his hands and said, "Come on man, let's figure out a way to make it pretty, at least—"

"At least it won't be picked on by those bastard Slytherins." Ron finished the sentence dryly for him, and then he quickly dragged the poor-looking present from behind, as if throwing one was about to explode Dung bombs dropped into Harry's lap.

"Asshole? It's hard to believe that you can still insist on saying this. To be honest, I'm really moved for Professor McGonagall—you know that the person you want to give the gift to is a Slytherin—oh!" Harry let out a groan "Merlin, it's a little heavy, isn't it?" He looked up at Ron, his green eyes wide open and he asked in surprise, "Dude, you paid for it!"

"Harry! If you must!—"

"Okay, okay, don't get angry." Harry waved his hand benevolently, "I'm just kidding, so you really want to give Malfoy a present?"

Ron's eyebrows were almost flying to his forehead, and his expression told Harry that any moment he would pounce on him and strangle him by the neck.

Harry couldn't help but sneered and trembled all over: "This is just the second joke-Ron, you always lack a sense of humor at critical moments."

"Come on, golden boy, this isn't funny at all!" Ron muttered and complained, and he fixed his eyes on the dancing golden flames in the fireplace, as if fascinated.

"Well, I hate that name, and now you've managed to get back at me." Harry shrugged, "Okay, let's get serious, then I thought I could ask this: Why are you suddenly giving that gift a gift?" Gretel?"

Ron looked back at Harry, swallowed, and said with difficulty, "Because everyone says I've been acting like an asshole lately."

"everyone?"

"Yes, every one. Including Fred and George."

"Is that telling?" Harry's smile grew wider. He took out his wand from his jeans butt pocket, and unconsciously tapped on the edge of the box as he thought about it. Some golden stars appeared at the front of the wand, and he hurriedly took the wand away.

"Very, because the two of them are assholes themselves - so I think I should do something to reflect our Gryffindor, uh, demeanor." Watching Harry tap his wand on his gift box trying to make it prettier - and he did, the brown paper-colored box became smaller, sky blue and harder, and Harry deftly A beautiful bow was tied with that gold-red ribbon in the upper right corner, "Hey, buddy, you're good at this!" Ron's eyes lit up, excited about his discovery.

"Maybe, but don't look forward to the next time, Ron." Harry stuffed the box into Ron's arms. "I have to remind you, you'd better not give presents now."

Ron, who was about to sneak out, sat down on the sofa again when he heard the words, heaved a sigh of relief as if he had received some kind of amnesty, but asked a little uneasy: "Why?"

"Because he's with Malfoy."

"That sickly telephone pole?!" Ron yelled.

"In fact," said Harry fairly, "he's a lot stronger than he was at the end of his first year, or even his second year."

"Who cares about that, what are they doing together? - Slytherin, I saw that Zabini and those two big fools on the way back, they were going to the Three Broomsticks, you mean, Malfoy isn't among them?"

"Obviously, you're not the only one who came back early." Harry said dryly, "I was with Gretel until you came back—"

Ron sat up nervously, and Harry rolled his eyes: "Relax, you look like a fool, Ron. I'm with him, but there's Snape...and Professor Lupine, of course , eventually we were kicked out, and then, uh, we met Malfoy in the corridor."

Harry paused, deciding to ignore any expression on Ron's face, "Honestly, I think that first-year Slytherin liked Malfoy quite a bit, he was a little angel in front of him," Harry said. grimace, "Even though he was sneering at me like a biting little devil just a second ago."

"Oh, did he really sneer at you?"

"...what's with that look of joy on your face, Ron?"

"I do not have!"

"You have," Harry categorically exposed his friend's sophistry, "don't let the corners of your mouth curl up in triumph, or I'll beat you up—even if you send me a few shoeboxes of candy, I won't." Hit you - honestly, Ron, liking a first year, boy, Slytherin, what if your family knew about it?"

"The wizarding world doesn't care if a man or a woman is together." Ron muttered and sank himself into the sofa.

"You know, my focus is on 'Slytherin'." Harry raised an eyebrow, regarding the attitude of the wizarding world towards sexual orientation, unexpectedly, wizards whose technology seems to be a little behind the Muggle world are here aspects are particularly open—or do they never change?Some ancient Western European aristocratic cultures have been completely preserved in the magic world.Harry had read it in a book while killing time over the summer, and to be honest he wasn't particularly surprised by it.

Ron jumped up as if suddenly realizing: "I didn't say I liked him!"

"Yeah, you're just full of 'pure' apologies for him." Harry stretched mockingly, "Before night, I think you could try to find him in the corridors, Malfoy can't be forever Follow him, because the dinner party is about to begin, and that bastard has to make sure he shines brightly in front of everyone."

"And then blind our dogs." Ron took the conversation, and the two Gryffindor boys looked at each other before laughing foolishly.