[HP] Noble

"Oh, really?" Scorpius muttered perfunctorily, "I think Professor Dumbledore is pretty good."

"That's not what you say," Draco sneered in a low voice, "You probably don't know, that crazy old man used to be a Gryffindor."

"So? What's the problem?"

"The question is, why should the headmaster of Hogwarts be a Gryffindor? - Light it up, Gretel, light it up, don't you see a vine leaf trying to grab my ankle already, damn it!"

Scorpius waved his wand in a hurry——unfortunately, he couldn't control his strength well. Although the tongue of fire spouted from the tip of his wand scared away the devil vine under Draco's feet, it accidentally burned the edge of Draco's robe. One corner, which made the Slytherin prince look very dissatisfied, and it looked like he was going to settle the score with the poor sewing technique the senior Slytherin left on his robes last time—

"What enmity do you have with my robe!"

"Okay, don't shout," Scorpius said calmly, "isn't it just a robe?"

"—and I brought a box to Hogwarts!" Draco corrected, looking extremely angry. At this time, the hot snort from the Slytherin prince's nasal cavity sprayed all over the black-haired Slater. Lin's face, he was so close that the two of them almost touched the tip of each other's noses - but, in the case of one of them looking like a cat with fried fur, such a scene was not ambiguous enough at all.

"I can't imagine, Gretel, are you going to ask me to write a letter to Malfoy Manor on the weekend of my first week at Hogwarts, with the subject matter asking for a box of new robes?!"

"Huh? No, it doesn't sound wrong." When the senior Slytherin said this, his face was full of sincerity.

Draco snapped his mouth shut—now, he finally fully realized how unreliable the guide his godfather had arranged for him was!

Resisting not to look at the stupid eyes of the Gryffindors not far away at this moment, Draco angrily grabbed the neat robe and put it in front of him. He bent down and quickly began to pick and choose among a bunch of purple flowers and plants that Scorpius didn't see much difference——

And even though the two are in the midst of an absolute cold war (perhaps from a one-sided) cold war at this time, when Draco is concentrating on picking the right herb, the senior Slytherin is still dutifully standing behind him, equally engrossed to expel every sneaky devil vine that tried to get close to them—

Harry and the others stood not far away, the moonlight tonight was good enough for them to see that after the senior Slytherin had a dispute with the platinum nobleman, when the latter squatted down to start the collection task, he did not hesitate to put himself His wand was back in his trouser pocket!

"What does he want—"

"Shh, Ron, don't shout." Harry hurriedly stopped his friend.

The Gryffindors stared wide-eyed, watching the senior Slytherin take out a large handful of strange-looking yellow paper from a small dragon leather pocket on his waist, and then, with a low cry from Hermione, they saw at the same time , A cluster of flames suddenly burst out from Scorpius' palm!

——The flame was neither big nor small, as if it had a soul and the ability to act independently, without touching anything around it, it jumped out of the palm of the senior Slytherin, as if an invisible animal stretched out With its long, flaming tongue, it rushed fiercely at a certain devil vine that sneaked up from behind Scorpius. After wrapping around the plant, it immediately burned the branch that was alive and well just a second ago. Became coke!

The charcoal from the devil's vine was shattered into powder, scattered at the feet of the senior Slytherin.

From the beginning to the end, these movements barely made a sound, silently and completely without disturbing Draco, who was fully focused on the task at hand.

The Gryffindors looked at each other speechlessly, and saw confusion and shock in each other's eyes. After a long time, Ron swallowed forcefully, lowered his voice, and stammered in both fascination and fear: "I said, do you think that this Slytherin looks a bit evil..."

"I've heard that highly skilled wizards can use magic without a wand," said Hermione in shock.

"Impossible!" Ron vetoed, he stared, his eyes still couldn't hide his excitement, "The one just now is definitely not wandless magic - if it was wandless magic, it can only mean that this Slytherin should have gotten rid of it a long time ago." Completely graduated from Charms class, no, let me say, a wizard who can achieve this level, even if he is the successor of the Hogwarts Charms class professor, there is no problem!"

"Shh," Harry waved his hands weakly, "he's also a prefect after all—could it be that we underestimate people too much?"

It is often the words of those who know the least about the event itself that speak the most.

The words of the Gryffindor savior boy completely silenced the other two companions.

From time to time, the fire lights up from the hands of the senior Slytherin not far away, briefly illuminating the surrounding environment of the greenhouse irregularly - so after about 10 minutes, when Draco stood up with a handful of broccoli When he finally realized that the black-haired Slytherin who had been standing behind him was empty-handed, staring at him stupidly.

Draco: "..."

Scorpius: "What?"

Draco: "I want to bury you here and use it as fertilizer for these devil vines."

"It's vicious... What inspired you to think like this?"

Draco gritted his molars: "Because of your existence, I did the stupidest thing in my life."

Scorpius blinked with interest, "What?"

"As a Malfoy, I don't know what I ate wrongly to leave my back to you completely and confidently - and when I stood up, I saw you standing there with empty hands, between us Above Mi Kaiwai’s head, there are overwhelming devil vines——Merlin’s socks, Gretel, I’m so knowledgeable! Where’s your magic wand!!!!”

"In the pocket," Scorpius said with a smile, "I'm afraid it will burn your robe again."

"Why are you not afraid that the devil's vine will break my neck!" Draco lowered his voice, almost roaring.

"Calm down, Draco." Realizing that the Slytherin prince in front of him probably had a psychological shadow, Scorpius finally stopped smiling mercifully. He stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder to try to comfort him, " Aren't you standing right here..."

"Yes, Malfoy, you should have just seen—"

"Shut up, Weasley!"

Ron closed his mouth reflexively.

Draco strode towards Harry in three or two strides, and fiercely stuffed all the herbs in his hands into Gryffindor's hands—Scorpius even suspected that the reason why Draco picked so many was because he had already done so. Well, when doing handover work, most of them will fall to the ground and be wasted. After completing this series of actions, Prince Slytherin twisted his head back suddenly, and continued to stare at Scorpius who was following behind him. .

The latter scratched his head helplessly, and finally sighed in compromise. Then, he once again reached out to touch the dragon skin pocket on his waist——

Uh, okay, there are two left.

Really bleeding tonight.

Grinning his teeth, Scorpius took out a bright yellow talisman, shook it in front of the silver-gray pupils that were so angry that they fell to the freezing point, and smiled at Draco: "Look, I just do it once."

Not only Draco, but all the Gryffindors also widened their eyes this time, ready to take a closer look at what the senior Slytherin did - including the one who was busy chewing pineapple with his cheeks agitated. Harry, too, raised his head hastily, his eyes glued to Slytherin's hands as if glued—

I saw the senior Slytherin clamping the bright yellow talisman between the index finger and middle finger without haste, and then, shaking it slightly, mumbled in a low voice——

"The spirit of fire is here."

In a completely unfamiliar language, before Draco realized which country's language he was speaking, in those silver-gray pupils, the flames blazed, and the layered flames burst forth suddenly!

The sound of gasping around made Scorpius a little embarrassed. He felt that he had turned into a juggler, his face was covered with black lines, and he shook his hand slowly, gently throwing away the talisman in his hand, Immediately afterwards, from the flames of the burning talisman that was slowly falling, a bird the size of an oriole burning with flames flew out without warning!

The little bird jumped up suddenly, and after the black-haired Slytherin murmured "Go" in a low voice, it flapped its wings of flames as if consciously, and headed towards a devil vine that was about to attack them. Pounced, the two things collided, only heard a dull bang, and the bird and that branch of devil vine quickly burned into a ball!

Seeing the series of actions of the senior Slytherin with his own eyes, Harry was so shocked that he almost spat out the herbs in his mouth!

And among those present, the only one who could barely be called "calm" was probably only Draco.

At this moment, the expression on Prince Slytherin's face seemed a little subtle. He slowly narrowed his silver-gray pupils, looked at Scorpius, and spoke in a tone that was more like an affirmative sentence than a question sentence. Slowly said: "You are not any of our spells here."

"Yes, no." Scorpius said honestly.

Draco seemed to hesitate for a while, when Harry, who was standing behind him, waited impatiently, spat out the chewed herbal medicine in his mouth, lowered his head and messily pasted the wound on his arm, he Then he asked slowly, "Magic creature?"

Draco just asked a noun - Gryffindor present, except for Ron who was born in a magical family, no one understood what he meant.

And Scorpius also knows that the platinum nobleman in front of him is probably wondering whether his bloodline is mixed with the bloodline of a special magical animal-the offspring of a pure-blood family with magical animal bloodline, after adulthood, It is very likely to show the bloodline characteristics of this magical animal, and then such a wizard is usually called a mixed-blood purebred wizard of a magical creature.

Magical creatures and magical animals are two very different things - and many Muggle children confuse the two.

"No." Scorpius shrugged, "I still have half of my blood from the East, which is a little different from what Hogwarts teaches."

Draco finally put away his skeptical gaze, he nodded solemnly, his childish face was full of old Chen's admiration at this moment: "It's very exciting, Mr. I'm impressed with you."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco, has anyone ever told you that you were not very cute as a child.