[HP] Noble

And at this moment, the Gryffindor trio are gathering together, studying the savior boy's arm endlessly——

"Feeling better, Harry?"

"Yes, Ron, I'm better, the bleeding seems to have stopped, and the yellow water isn't oozing out."

Draco was like a freak who was born to be able to do everything at once. When the Gryffindors gathered together to mutter, he had already withdrawn his attention from Scorpius, his face On the other hand, he returned to his previous lazy appearance again, he turned around lazily, and drew out his tone: "I'm really sorry, but now I have to interrupt your happy party."

Led by Ron, the three Gryffindors raised their heads vigilantly at the uninvited guest in front of them.

"—It's such a nostalgic look, when you end up stuffing the pinnacles in your mouth, I almost think that from now on I have to have three more obedient Gryffindors as followers " Draco sneered, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Harry grumbled, and seemed to be a little frightened by his reckless trust just now.

"Sorry to interrupt your accusation again, Potter," Draco said deadpan, "but now that your bleeding has stopped, isn't it your turn to keep your promise?"

"Promise? What promise?" Ron jerked his head away and stared at the uncomfortable Gryffindor savior beside him.

Harry hesitated twice with a face full of reluctance, but besides Weasley, who was always in a daze, unfortunately, there was also a female version of Malfoy, Hermione Granger picked Raising his eyebrows, he took a big step forward calmly and stood in front of Harry with a menacing momentum: "Potter, it's unbelievable—tell me, it's not who I thought!"

"What?" Ron was at a loss, "Which one?"

"Yes," Harry said with a slumped face, and now he felt his stomach had dropped to the bottom of his feet. He looked into Hermione's amber eyes and nodded, looking very troubled, "that's the one."

Ron looked a little angry for a moment: "Hey, if you--"

"Don't get mad at me, Weasley," said Hermione, turning her head violently, and glared at Ron aggressively. "Go get mad at your good buddy, he's far more worth getting mad at than me! It's hard to imagine that he's going to tell Malfoy the location of the Hellhound for his own benefit - when we all don't know what that big stupid snarling dog is guarding!"

"What!" Ron looked at Harry in surprise, "You're going to tell Malfoy?! But Harry, you know it's probably Professor Dumbledore's—uh!"

Ron snapped his mouth shut.

And Prince Slytherin, who seemed extremely unpopular once again, had the same lazy smile on his face from beginning to end. When the red-haired Gryffindor suddenly covered his mouth to prevent himself from being agitated When he leaked his words, he turned his head and smiled at Ron. Judging from the widening eyes of the other party, the lethality seemed to be good. "There is no need to do this, Weasley," Draco sneered, "If there is anything You know things, please believe me, I will know better than you."

"What do you mean by that, Malfoy?" Harry asked immediately, warily.

"Literally," Draco shrugged, "I can't really go out with you on night walks for Dumbledore's dentures - or even save your life, Potter, not everyone is like you So stupid."

Harry found that his breathing became heavy, and his heart began to pound uneasy. At this time, the voice of the platinum nobleman seemed to float into his ears from far away——

"Since that night, I have already smelled the smell of hellhound saliva coming from your body. At that time, I was surprised why there is such a thing in Hogwarts. At first, I even thought that you just went wrong Classroom, knocked over a shelf containing potion ingredients, but since you are injured, this kind of uncontrollable wound will of course make you need to seek help sooner or later." Draco smirked, "So the second God, I'm here for you—oh, it sounds so fucking romantic, doesn't it, I'm here when you need me."

"..."

"And you obediently told me that there is a hellhound in Hogwarts. It's amazing that it's alive, isn't it?" Prince Slytherin slightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a half-smile expression, " It made me irresistibly fantasize about what it was that Dumbledore needed to risk a hellhound at Hogwarts for protection."

"—and you've already made up your mind," Harry gasped, closing his eyes slowly to hide the emotions that were almost out of control in his eyes, "You want me to tell you where that thing is?"

"And I have already made plans to ask you to tell me the whereabouts of that thing."

"But you don't know what it is!"

The smile on Draco's face grew wider: "But it's almost a guess—at least something that will make my late nights with a group of Gryffindor night walkers worth it."

"what?"

"An item that would fit on the top shelf of the Malfoy family cabinet."

Ron sucked in a breath—in the Gryffindors present, only he who knows the wealth and power of the Malfoy family best can know what Draco's words symbolize!

In an instant, the anger of being deceived and insulted roared from the heart and spread to every corner of the body, Harry subconsciously swept his angry eyes at Scorpius who was always standing behind Draco, and the latter, He just waved his hands repeatedly and gave him an absolutely innocent expression: "I don't know anything!"

Hermione took a wrong step forward to get between Harry and Draco: "Stop alarmist, you can't guess what's inside, Malfoy!"

"You say that only because you haven't figured it out yet, Granger." Draco suppressed his smile, glanced coldly at the Gryffindor girl, and even took a step back in disgust, pulling away The distance between himself and her, "My news is much better than yours - poor ghosts, mudbloods, and a savior raised by Muggles."

"Okay, Draco, don't go too far."

The gentle voice of the senior Slytherin came from behind Draco, and Draco paused slightly, the hostility on his face seemed subconsciously restrained.He turned his body slightly to make way for the Gryffindors, raised his pointed jaw, and said arrogantly, "Lead the way, Potter."

At this moment, Harry only felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards.In his mind, there was a voice screaming and accusing him—how could he!Yes! !As Malfoy said, how could he throw Dumbledore and Hagrid's trust behind him because of his own interests—because he wanted to continue playing Quidditch! !

The Gryffindor boy closed his eyes in pain, he could hear his heart beating slowly because of struggle and hesitation, and everything around him became quiet at this moment - at this moment, only the sound coming from the vent of the greenhouse could be heard. The wind blowing in made the rustling sound of the swaying plants in the greenhouse.

"No, Malfoy."

In the almost suffocating silence, Harry heard his own cold and determined voice—

He opened his eyes abruptly, with anger and rejection flashing in his emerald green pupils: "Now, our agreement must have additional terms."

"I remember when we first agreed on an equivalent exchange, there was no such rule."

"Accept it, or leave now." Harry raised his voice slightly, firmly.

Annoyance flashed across the silver-gray pupils, but soon, when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder, and the warmth of the palm passed to him through the cold robe, Draco But he smiled gracefully, with mockery and disdain in his eyes: "I should really mix a squirrel grass into your medicine, Potter—tell me, has the Sorting Hat ever thought of putting you in Slater?" Forest?"

Harry raised his chin silently.

"Looks like there was, but luckily you ended up going to Gryffindor." Draco shrugged, "I know what your additional agreement is—yes, Potter, I promise you temporarily that I won't go Do something that the hell hound is guarding."

Ron and Hermione's eyes widened at the same time. In this completely panicked situation, they almost unknowingly looked at the Savior of Gryffindor at the same time—under the watchful eyes of his companions, Harry Nodding slowly, now, he feels that every movement of his body will almost deprive him of all the strength in his body——

"make a deal."

After speaking, he slammed Draco away hard, and walked quickly in front of everyone without saying a word.Ron and Hermione looked at each other as if they had finally reached a truce, then quickly grabbed their robes and followed behind the Gryffindor savior. After them, there was a new Draco and Hermione who were completely unhurried. Scorpius.

Scorpius glanced at Prince Slytherin who seemed to have a satisfied smile on the corner of his lips, and couldn't help but sighed at this guy's bad taste. After hesitating for a moment, he said slowly: "Draco, you You know, you don't have to—"

"I just regret giving the antidote to Potter directly," said the Slytherin prince lazily. think."

Scorpius: "..."

After Draco finished speaking, he chuckled, quickened his pace and easily caught up with the Gryffindors walking in front, so Scorpius heard the tone of the platinum noble again in the quiet greenhouse : "You know Potter, in order to thank you for being so easy on the bait, I decided to buy one get one free—"

"Shut up, Malfoy!"

"This time it's really a conscience feedback, red hair, listen up with your mole ears—the answer you want is on the chocolate frog."

Not far away came Ron Weasley's loud sneer.

But obviously, Draco's sneer completely overwhelmed him in momentum without even being loud: "Believe it or not."