[HP] Noble

"I thought it was none of your business."

"That could be a dark magic item!"

"who cares?"

"If it was! It would hurt you—"

"Did I hear you right? Since when did you start caring about the safety of Slytherin vipers?"

"Oh! Gretel! You—you know what's wrong with you!"

"Oh! Weasley! You - big meddling idiot! Now - please - let me go!"

……

"—so, you messed up again." Harry said lightly, and he couldn't resist getting himself a second serving of pudding from the long table, which was really delicious, even though, at the moment, he was full of pudding. Honeydukes' special nougat -- though, his buddy was sitting beside him in a cloud.

"Yes, everything." Ron listlessly poked at the veal steak in front of him.

"Honestly Harry, you shouldn't have let him go," Hermione remarked. "He's just capable of screwing up everything, even if it's somehow impossible."

"What's impossible?" Ron asked his companion desperately, and Harry shook his head, turning his face to look at Hermione in bewilderment, while his hand unconsciously reached for his pumpkin juice.

"—like pissing off that squishy first-year Slytherin," said Hermione with irritating superiority, putting the cherry on the cake to her mouth.

"Pfft—" Harry spat out the pumpkin juice in his mouth unceremoniously. ("Evil! Harry!" Ginny, who was sitting opposite him, rolled her eyes vigorously)

"Oh, listen, squishy!" Ron raised his voice, sarcastically, "That's definitely one of the funniest jokes of the year! Harry! You tell her the truth!"

Harry looked up and quickly glanced at the long Slytherin table on the other side of the auditorium. Today they unexpectedly didn't sit in the prescribed positions, but sat in a pile of different grades in a mess. For example, Gretel was sitting in Malfoy's On the right, slowly eating his creme brulee.

The arm was poked hard, Harry snapped back to his senses, turned his head and turned his attention to Hermione, who was looking at him annoyedly-obviously, Ron was once again annoyed by the "not allowing himself to miss anything" Gryffindor know-it-all".

oh please!Apart from saving the wizarding world, can't you let me stop the meeting? !Under the pressure from his friends, Harry had no choice but to nod vaguely: "Ron is right this time, Hermione. Gretel was definitely not sorted into Slytherin instead of Hufflepuff because the Sorting Hat was eaten on the first day of school." Something is wrong."

"If it's been in Professor Dumbledore's office, it's possible," Ron exclaimed in an adoring tone, "there's nothing right in the headmaster's office!"

"—You mean we're going to break into the headmaster's office tonight? My little brother?" A teasing voice sounded from the right behind Ron.

"—I'll greet Professor Dumbledore good night for you." Another voice sounded to his left.

"Good evening, Harry." Fred, one of the Weasley twins, waved to Harry with a smile.

"Good evening, Hermione." George bowed exaggeratedly, clutching his chest.

The twins looked at each other, and then asked in unison: "Can we know now——what are you talking about?"

Harry made a "please" gesture under Ron's disapproving gaze, and the Weasley twins immediately squeezed in between them, and Hermione had to drop her dessert and move aside annoyed because she Need to join this conversation.

"We're talking about that Slytherin, the Gretel boy." Harry shrugged, and at the same time gave Ron a reassuring look, and Ron relaxed.

"Ron was being bullied?" George asked unsurprisingly, raising his eyebrows after a quick glance at the Slytherin table.

Ron immediately jumped up and protested: "Hey! Why am I being bullied?"

"Because he can really bully you, silly brother." Fred pushed him back on the stool, "That kid is a little bit smart, his little yellow paper—" he said, looking at George with a smirk Winking at each other, "We met by chance, it was wonderful, Peeves was locked in the stairwell on the second floor until someone passed by and found it—"

"At first it was going to throw a water balloon at him, but before it could act, the little viper took out a piece of yellow paper and threw it at it—" George stretched out his hand and poked Ron on the forehead quickly. Eun cried out in pain and looked at him with his blushing face covering his forehead.

"Peves can't move anymore." Fred shrugged, completing George's words.

"Impossible! Nothing can completely restrain a ghost!" Hermione immediately objected, "Even a profound binding spell can only slow down the ghost's movements, it cannot completely freeze it there—"

"If I were you, I wouldn't just go through the English books in the library, Hermione." Fred interrupted her impatient words gently, "Try those ancient Chinese spell books piled in the corner, maybe there are some books in the library. I'll give you some answers."

"For those magical little yellow papers, Fred and I checked some general information, and found that the magic system used by that ancient country is very different from ours." George explained to the boys, "Just They have their own strengths and weaknesses - they can move mountains and seas, but they can't restore them, they can use powerful natural elements, but they can't learn how to turn buttons into beetles, and they are very good at souls and ghosts. set, but we have very little knowledge of this kind.”

"Listen to this!" Fred took out a folded newspaper from his pocket as if offering a treasure, unfolded it completely and cleared his throat, "'The Fall of the Gretel House' —Uh...the news is too long to read, George, are you coming?"

"Don't bother," said George vaguely, as he was stuffing a morsel of cheesecake into his mouth, "that's the story of Mrs. Great throwing Mr. Great into the sky in full view."

"The Levitation Charm can do it too, Hermione would do it in first year." Harry said objectively after a moment of thought, and Hermione, who thought he was being flattered, gave him a bright smile in return.

"It's not the same as the Levitation Charm," Fred shoved the newspaper to Harry, and poked at the photo (the crowd in the photo avoided his finger in disgust) "Look, it's like a gust of wind swept him up." It's like getting up, fast and fast." Fred made a movement of pulling up with his hands.

"And the Levitation Charm is a gentle rise." Hermione added calmly.

"Exactly, ten points from Gryffindor," George said with a straight face, imitating Snape, which managed to amuse Harry and Ron.

"We don't know whether that kid will be more or less recruited," Fred put away the newspaper, "so the advice from brother love, silly brother, stay away from him--End of the pleasant conversation, let's talk about something serious ?Harry, tomorrow is the first Quidditch match, how are you getting ready?"

Totally unprepared, Harry thought, but he will never tell you, because Wood will kill me and then kill himself.

So he put on a smirk and replied, "Oh, I guess not bad."

……

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class on the second day was an unprecedented disaster for Gryffindor. Professor Lupine seemed to be ill, and Professor Snape was standing on the podium.

So every Gryffindor who entered the classroom looked like he had been struck by lightning.

This discovery always made the Slytherins particularly happy.

The Potions professor asked them to start studying "Werewolves" which was supposed to be the end of the semester, as if he was going to turn the textbook upside down. Obviously, he had planned it for a long time, and the auditor, Scorpius, thought his information was very detailed and sufficient.Every third grade was assigned a horribly long paper on how to identify and kill werewolves.And throughout the class, Snape almost deducted points from most of the Gryffindors, and Ron Weasley got a special bonus close to the end of the get out of class.

If it could have been worse, it was getting darker and cloudier outside around lunch time, and it started raining heavily as the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch players walked out to the field in their game uniforms .

"Crabbe, go to the break room and get the umbrella—'Imperuious!'" Draco cast an Impervious Charm on himself, then waved his wand lazily, giving Pansy, Crabbe, Ko Al came separately, and Zabini obviously knew about the family spell, so he was self-sufficient, and Draco put away his wand and walked slowly to the Quidditch field after the excited Hufflepuff team. direction to move.

Pansy turned around and waved to Astoria and Scorpius who were not far away: "Come on, little ones! You have to see Quidditch—although ladies don't have to like it."

Draco stopped and turned nonchalantly, noticing that most of the Slytherins hadn't returned to the common room - the first Quidditch match of the term was still quite the attraction.

He cast the Waterproof Charm on Astoria and Scorpius again, then looked at Scorpius critically, and asked, "Where's the brooch I gave you?"

"What brooch?" Pansy asked sensitively.

"A defense brooch with a mischief-proof spell—I still have a dozen at home, do you want it?" The platinum noble raised his eyebrows and asked impatiently.

Pansy shook her head hesitantly, although she seemed about to nod.

"Wear it on your cloak, silly boy - I didn't give it to you to put it in your pocket." Seeing that Scorpius actually took out the delicate silver snake brooch from his pocket, Draco blame dissatisfied.

There was a loud cheer not far away, and Zabini shook his head with a smile, reminding: "Gryffindor scored."

Draco was taken aback when he heard the words, frowned, and continued to make a disdainful nasal sound.