[HP] Noble

Just as Slytherin was acting as Sherlock Holmes with a full face, a furry figure rushed in from the entrance of the Quidditch pitch—yes, at least from a height, the age of the first grade has not yet learned how to play well. Hermione Granger, who tidied herself up, had her hair fluffed on the back of her head. She really looked like a little furry animal. She probably hid in the dark and watched Harry from the beginning to the end, so when Ron was still stupidly When she stood on the viewing stand with a face full of shock and watched Harry writhing in pain, Hermione had already jumped on him first——

"Potter, I reminded you that you should not participate in Quidditch training in this state!"

Hermione spoke quickly and sternly, but the movements of her hands seemed to pull Harry up from the Quidditch field very carefully. She bent over and lifted Harry's robe with a tight frown— —Now, at the corner of the robe, the bright red Gryffindor robe has indeed been stained dark red with blood!

"Thanks, Granger, but..."

"But? There's nothing wrong with that! You know full well—"

Facing the inexplicably angry Gryffindor girl, Harry dutifully kept his mouth shut—in fact, he just wanted to remind her that she looked a bit like Professor McGonagall when she was angry.

Fortunately, Ron killed it in time.

"Never mind—oh, for Merlin's sake, Miss Know-it-all, can't you just keep your mouth shut?" Ron, who finally came back to his senses, rushed down the stands, flushing red. Her face was almost irritable, blocking back what Hermione was about to say.

At this time, Fred and George and other members of the Gryffindor team also landed one after another. They threw away their broomsticks anxiously and swarmed towards their Seekers. As their captain—— The only senior present, Wood held up his wand, and different lights shot out from the tip of his wand quickly. It seemed that he was looking for a way to stop Harry's bleeding.

"What did you do, buddy?" George leaned forward, watching Harry evasively covering his wound, bright red blood mixed with yellow liquid flowing out from between his fingers, he paused, and glanced at his little brother The eyes, which were full of nervousness and couldn't hide anything, exchanged a glance with Fred who rushed up immediately——

Fred understood immediately, and grabbed Harry, saving him from Wood who hurriedly demanded to see the wound——

"Aha, little Harry, I knew that you were just too nervous-did you bump into the Ravenclaw badge? George and I have always wondered whether those guys who are too smart were given to them in the stands What spell is cast on the crest of the college, as long as anyone passes by it, the eagle will stretch out its claws and scratch you!"

"—Yes, yes!" George raised his voice, "The last time I was scratched, Helen laughed at me for being scratched by a cat!"

"—If that's the case, then I'm afraid we need to send you to Madam Pomfrey now, if you have no objections..." Fred dragged his tone...

"—Wood?"

"—Master Captain?"

The Weasley twins turned their heads to look at their captain at the same time, but secretly hid Harry behind them quietly. Wood only felt dizzy. He glanced at Harry, who seemed to be bleeding out and his face was sweating from pain. In desperation, he could only nod, and proposed to take Harry to the medical wing himself—

Of course Harry would refuse, the Gryffindor savior boy blinked pitifully, his tongue almost tied up in tension: "I'm fine..."

"Why can't you just sit on the broom and continue to communicate?" George pushed Wood, "Come on, Captain, the Quidditch match will start soon, of course you don't want to miss this year's Quidditch Odd trophy, right?"

"Of course." Wood immediately looked serious.

The smile on George's face grew stronger: "Then go quickly."

Fred grabbed Harry. "And our Seeker, we'll take good care of him—"

"—Tomorrow at the most," George said, "we'll send you a whole little Harry!"

He laughed and sent off the other team members, and only Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Weasley twin brothers who forcibly asked to stay were left, and each of them stood still until they witnessed The others got on their broomsticks and went back into the sky—

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

And after Harry cried out in pain a few times, he was finally able to loosen his wound—at this moment, his shirt was covered with black-red blood and yellow liquid with a strange smell, completely It wasn't like being caught by an eagle like George said before, because Harry's shirt was still intact at the wound.

Hermione smelled the bloody smell coming from her nostrils, covered her mouth and let out a low cry.

And Ron seemed to be frightened too, his face was pale, and it was almost too late to blame Hermione for making a fuss before, he stared at his pale-faced friend, almost trembling when he spoke: "But Harry...you told me yesterday that It's okay, you also said this morning..."

Harry opened his mouth and was about to answer Ron, but was interrupted by another red-haired Gryffindor standing next to him——

"--I'm sorry to bother you?"

"—perhaps you've just noticed."

"—but the hero who just saved Harry from trouble and danger doesn't seem to be gone yet."

"—Okay, now it's your turn, little brats, starting with Ron."

"—Tell us, what did you do last night?"

After George finished speaking, he and Fred looked at Ron at the same time. It was probably the first time that the latter was watched by his two brothers. For a moment, Ron was so nervous that he almost forgot where his hands and feet should go. No matter what, his face was flushed, and the freckles on his face were extremely vivid, but he closed his mouth firmly, and looked at Harry beside him with wide eyes for help.

Harry looked back at him helplessly, too.

"For heaven's sake, do you want to stand here and stare until Potter bleeds to death?" Hermione jerked her hands off her face, her eyes glowing red, An anxious look on his face at this moment - as if it was her fault that Harry was bleeding from beginning to end, "You have to tell some people to get help!"

"Miss Granger is absolutely right," George smiled mildly, and looked at Ron, "By the way, my little brother, if you decide to be so cruel to ladies in the future, then you It may make my mother worry about your marriage and make her hair gray after ten years."

Hermione took a deep breath and smiled at George with difficulty.

"Last night, Malfoy asked us to have a wizard duel, and we went to the trophy room - but then, before him, we met Filch, and to get rid of that guy, I and Ron, Neville and Greg Ranger ran all the way to the third floor... on the third floor... we, we found a dog," Harry said sullenly, at this moment, his arm was still bleeding out, and his face was pale Seemingly exhausted from blood loss, he swallowed hard, and then continued slowly, "That dog has three heads, in a small room, we don't know why it's there, it looks Are you guarding something..."

Having said that, Harry shut his mouth abruptly, and then, he skipped the subject without a trace, and after a snort, he said slowly: "We don't know how to deal with it, but before we close the door , it has already pounced on me, and I was at the end, so I accidentally got scratched by its fangs..."

Harry took a deep breath, looked up at the Weasley twins - and signaled that he was done.

"When we got to the dormitory, I thought he should go to Madam Pomfrey, but the boys agreed that it was not necessary," Hermione said dejectedly, "I was worried, but I could only take out some Muggle styptic powder and Bandages for Potter for a while... oh yeah, my parents are dentists, so they always ask me to take my medicine kit with me when I travel far... I thought, I thought those things would work..."

"At that time, Malfoy and the senior Slytherin were following us all the time. We couldn't run around and run to the medical wing." Ron frowned.

"Thanks for the clarification, my little brother." Fred smiled unequivocally.

"At least Ron reminded us of one thing," said George, rubbing his chin. "Our sweet, youngest brother learned to swim at night on his second day at school—oh, don't look at us like that, The person who is most familiar with the thief is always the thief himself. In order to safely violate the school rules, no one knows more about the school rules of Hogwarts than Fred and me... According to what you said, it seems that it was careless— —”

Fred: "Very bad luck, to be precise."

"Thanks again for adding, Fred," George said with a smile, "You have met magical animals hidden in Hogwarts - the wounds made by these guys are not as easy to deal with as you think, little ghosts, every time Every wound caused by a magical animal should have a corresponding healing potion."

"Unfortunately, after hearing your description, I couldn't think of what kind of magical animal it is at once." Fred shrugged, "So, an unfortunate thing happened. Although we escaped from Wood, we are looking for Pomfrey. Before ma'am, we're afraid we'll have to go to Professor McGonagall and throw ourselves into the trap—"

"What! No!" Ron's eyes widened in horror.

"Don't yell, Ron." George still smiled naturally, "Compared to being deducted points or being scolded, it is obviously more serious to die from bleeding. Have you seen Harry's wounds, those yellow liquids..."

Hermione bit her lower lip: "Wait, why can't we go to the library—"

"That's a good idea," said Fred, "but most of the dictionaries on magical animals are kept in the library, and we can't walk in in broad daylight from under the librarian's nose. "

"Unless—" George's eyes wandered.

This time, even Fred didn't know what he was wandering about. Looking at his twin brother who looked exactly like himself, he raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "Unless what?"

"Unless we can find a nerd who grew up in books." The red-haired Weasley smiled, and nodded his chin at everyone's back with a serious face, "but compared to running to ask him , I think you are probably more willing to go to Professor McGonagall."

Everyone turned around in unison, followed the direction where George's chin was pointing, and looked at each other neatly——

Tossed into the Slytherin stands.

At this very moment, standing there was a Slytherin watching the scene with a big smile on his face. In the sun, his platinum blonde hair was fixed into a wonderful strange hairstyle with hairspray, which made his head look shiny. Bright——When he found a group of Gryffindors looking at him in shock, Draco remained calm and even raised his hand very proudly, waving condescendingly to them like some great figure.

Ron showed a sincere expression that was about to spit out.

"Look, as I said, it's hard to make a choice." George sighed.

And when he said this, Harry had already lifted his foot and walked towards the Slytherin stand——

"Wait, Harry!" Ron shuddered violently, unable to believe that he was about to be sent home to humiliate that Slytherin, "Like George said, we'd probably rather go to Professor McGonagall— "

"And Professor McGonagall deducting points from us?—"

Even disqualifying me from a Quidditch match right away on the first day I've had the most fun of being Seeker on the Quidditch team?

Do not!

This kind of thing must never happen!

Harry swallowed the second half of the sentence back to his stomach. At this moment, he just stared at Ron and shook his head very firmly. On his forehead, because of the pain, the cold sweat left behind slid all the way to his jaw , and dripped on the shirt of his school uniform: "I'd rather go to Malfoy than... let Professor McGonagall know what happened last night—even if it's just for a second, I can't tell her."

The stubborn eyes of the Gryffindor golden boy shocked almost everyone present, even Hermione stopped breathing in dissatisfaction.

They could only watch helplessly as Harry ran towards Slytherin with big strides—

And not far from them, Draco and his group had already come down from the stands, as if they had already guessed what the Gryffindors were going to do, Draco stepped out of the stands, and was leaving Quidditch He stopped at the end of the passageway of the Odd Field, and he was lazily leaning against the wall with his arms folded. When Harry walked towards him with a bloody arm and his face full of death, the Slytherin prince raised a Elegant and beautiful smile: "You look good, Potter."

The black-haired Slytherin standing behind him twitched his lips calmly - Draco's habit of seizing every opportunity to mentally attack his enemies is really... death.

Goyle and Crabbe obviously didn't think so, they were already giggling like idiots the second Draco spoke.

"Malfoy, help me, and I'll tell you," Harry took a deep breath, "what happened to us last night."

"Well," Draco looked at the Gryffindor savior who was trembling with pain in front of him, and slightly narrowed his silver-gray pupils, "but I'm suddenly not interested, what should I do?"

Scorpius: "..." That's too bad, Your Highness.

"You'll be interested," Harry sneered. He glanced back and found that the other Gryffindors were standing far away at the entrance of the passage, and they seemed to be relieved that they didn't plan to come over. , Harry turned back to stare at the Slytherins, "That thing is guarding something, and that thing, the headmaster himself asked Hagrid to—"

Harry said, and just as he noticed Draco's slightly subdued smile on his face and pricked up his ears, he slammed to the brakes.

Once again, Scorpius couldn't help but look Harry up and down with eyes that bordered on surprise - to be honest, the Gryffindor golden boy looked much smarter in his first year than he did in his third year.

Draco pursed his lips and ordered in a drawn-out tone: "Speak."

"No way, Malfoy." Harry sneered. "Message exchange—you tell me first what kind of wound it is."

"Silly baby Potter has learned to be smart." Draco returned the same cold smile.

"I won't say thank you," Harry said slowly, with his green pupils fixed on Prince Slytherin's beautiful, triumphant face, almost gritted his molars , "That thing looks like a Norse hound, but with three heads, tusks, very big, about two times as tall as me—"

"Hellhound."

Before Gryffindor finished speaking, the platinum noble standing opposite him had decisively interrupted him—at this time, Draco put his arm down, and his body no longer leaned lazily Looking at the wall, he stood up straight, looking at Gryffindor suspiciously and said, "Hogwarts shouldn't have such a thing."

"But I just saw it, and I was bitten." Harry said sarcastically.

Draco scanned Gryffindor standing in front of him up and down, and as expected, he saw yellow liquid on his arm. He stretched out his hand, tapped Harry's arm quickly, and got a little bit of it Putting the liquid finger under his nose and sniffing it, Prince Slytherin frowned immediately, and the joke on his face finally subsided: "I saw it in the library at home, this yellow liquid on your body... should be It's the saliva of the hellhound, Potter, you should thank the Quidditch captain who doesn't have the brains to direct the active training in Gryffindor, you just need to hold on for a while-no later than tomorrow when the sun rises, the entire wizarding world should be ready A funeral is held for our savior."