[HP] Noble

If anything added color to Gryffindor's victory, it was Goyle and Crabbe, now lying in the infirmary.

A certain Gryffindor simply rejoiced at this.

— "You knocked them down so easily - and you don't have to take any points for it! You should see, Snape's greasy old bat's face is green!"

Ron chattered excitedly around Harry, "This is pretty cool, if I say - mate -"

"Oh, oh, yes." Harry smiled indulgently. He was also very excited at the moment. What could be more satisfying than winning a race? Nimbus 1997, caught the Snitch under Cho Chang's nose!The pretty girl even cried... oh wait, did I make her cry?

—It's really... kind of bad, isn't it?Thinking of this, Harry felt slightly less happy again.

"We need a party! Nobody can stop us!" said Ron enthusiastically.

The captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Wood, had already packed himself up and changed back into his school uniform. He walked past Harry and patted him on the shoulder, saying seriously, "This is a really good start, have fun tonight— — and then we start preparing for the next game."

Ron raised his eyebrows and yelled in protest, "Oh don't be such a spoiler, Wood!"

"Beware of arrogance and impetuosity, Weasley, this is my last year, and I won't allow any mistakes." Wood pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose—he always wears them when there are no games. People who have done good things asked him why he didn't use the magic spell of vision correction, and Wood replied that it was just because glasses would make him look a little more refined, and it was discriminated against that he was not nearsighted at all.

"He's right, Ron." Harry rubbed his nose, "Come on, wait for me here, I have to change my robes, they're so cold - where's Hermione anyway? "

Ron restrained his smile a little, and shrugged indifferently after a flash of embarrassment quickly flashed across his face: "Who knows her, maybe which library it is."

"Hermione loves to read, but she doesn't miss house games—I mean, Ron, you shouldn't be arguing like this anymore," Harry said.

"Hey! If it wasn't for her! You should be riding that Firebolt instead of the Silver Arrow today!"

"It's Nimbus 1997." Harry corrected calmly.

"Oh, I know, the most famous 1997 in the Nimbus series, I guess the maker just missed the 'Silver Arrow' so much to make such a thing!" Ron said sarcastically, "The Silver Arrow is lying obediently It's in the Quidditch History Museum."

"Okay Ron, anyway we won the game, didn't we!"

"That's because of Ravenclaw, Cho Chang's is also sweeping you remember - I can't imagine, if we met the whole team of Slytherin Nimbus 2001 - we obviously have a fire If Malfoy wins you because of the crossbow, I will definitely go crazy!" Ron shuddered exaggeratedly, "Oh, this imagination is too scary, I think I have to calm down meeting."

Now, Harry was struggling with the buttons of his school uniform, and without looking up, he said, "Even if Malfoy rode the Firebolt, he wouldn't beat me."

The answer to him was silence.

He raised his head abruptly, unexpectedly seeing the red-haired boy's troubled face, and Harry raised his eyebrows curiously.

Ron blushed a little, cleared his throat, and said with difficulty, "Look, Harry, I certainly don't doubt you'll win over that arrogant little bastard - but I think, in a way, , in fact, he, fly pretty well—"

"...Ah, the sun is coming out from the west." Harry muttered while bowing his head, successfully buttoning the last button.

"Hey!" Ron yelled angrily, "I'm just being objective for once!"

Harry smirked, shaking his shoulders.

……

The Gryffindor common room had already exploded. Of course, Fred and George were still the center of attention. The Weasley twins hadn't had time to change out of the scarlet Quidditch robes, and now they were busy. They threw handfuls of toad mints into the crowd, and they held a large bag of candies in their hands, as if they had conjured them out of thin air in the past ten minutes.

Harry smiled knowingly, thinking of the magical base map under the pillow in the dormitory.

He hadn't had time to put it to good use after the twins had given it to him, but there was no doubt that it must have provided the twins with a secret tunnel to Hogsmeade's Honeydukes sweet shop.

"Hey, Fred, throw those chocolate frogs—" George held Fred down as he reached for the pocket again.

"What's the matter, George?" Fred, who was laughing maniacally, turned his head in doubt, his smile hadn't completely dissipated.

"Oh, save me some mints—what's the difference? Here—these chocolate frogs!" George dragged a large bag up from under his feet and stuffed it into Fred's hands, then dropped the last of the mints Poured out of the empty bag and stuffed it into his pocket, he jumped off the center stool, "Excuse me———"

The crowd seemed to go crazy, and no one noticed a person leaving.

"George, where are you going?" Angelina, who was sitting closest to the door, looked up from her butterbeer and asked suspiciously. She was the only one who spotted George.

Harry was the second one, and after Angelina's voice, he noticed, so he also put down what he was doing and looked at George.

"Go to the toilet." George waved his hand and crawled into the exit leading to the outside without looking back.

Harry looked at his back in bewilderment, but was quickly attracted by Seamus who was telling a joke next to him, and the scarlet back disappeared into the dark passage.

……

At this moment, the Hogwarts library seemed unusually quiet.

It's not a good time to read in peace - all of them - the Gryffindors are celebrating and the Ravenclaws are upset after finding out they'll have to face the savage Slytherins in their next fight Hufflepuff never came to the library, and the Slytherins—it was tea time for the nobles.

As Scorpius walked through the third shelf, he heard some movement.

Walking over in surprise, he lowered his voice and called out, "Pansy? Is that you?"

There is a girl lying on the table behind the third row of bookshelves. There are basically thick old books stacked beside her, and one book is spread out in front of her, but she is not reading it. Judging from the frequency of twitching of her shoulders, She seemed to be crying silently.

Her brown, shaggy curls were disheveled behind her, and Scorpius was dismayed to see that she was wearing a Gryffindor school jacket.

This shows that she is not the person he is looking for.

At this moment, the girl sat up straight suddenly, and Scorpius hid in the shadows in shock. Now, he could see the girl's face clearly through the dim light. At this moment, she was wiping her face carelessly Tears on his face, accompanied by a suppressed sob from time to time.

Hermione Granger.

Scorpius was stunned to find this moment, but he was soon less surprised, as he remembered the altercation in the Gryffindor stands.After standing still and thinking for a while, he still hesitantly walked out of the shadows. The sharp Gryffindor girl froze behind her back, and quickly raised her head, noticing his existence.

Then she relaxed, dropped her shoulders, and whispered, "Oh, it's you, Gretel."

"Hello, Granger." Scorpius walked up to her, glanced subconsciously at the book spread out in front of her, and was surprised to find that it was about a case of magical creatures accidentally harming wizards, small print Partly describes that process in detail - about how the hippogriff ripped open the wizard who had insulted it.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows and said slightly mockingly: "It seems that Buckbeak is kind to Draco."

"Oh come on, stop being sarcastic if it's not going to help you," said Hermione wearily, "this book isn't any use at all, and it even got me thinking that Buckbeak wasn't so innocent either— This is terrible." Hermione slammed the book shut with a loud "snap", which aroused the librarian's dissatisfaction, she appeared from nowhere, and said angrily: "Please take care of the books! Miss !"

"Oh, sorry." Hermione said apologetically. She carefully pulled the book "Fantastic Beasts Injury" aside, took the "Fantastic Beasts Behavior" at hand, and started to read, but obviously it didn't Helping her, she quickly closed it again and set it aside.

Scorpius carefully sat down next to her, picked up a book and flipped through it, and then accidentally found something that might be useful. A feather was bitten by it, but in the end the poor magical animal was acquitted, and Scorpius shoved it under Hermione's nose, pointing to the case—

"This is useful, thank you!" Hermione took out a piece of parchment from somewhere, and quickly copied the contents of the book. The parchment was already filled with words like this.

"Draco refuses to help," Scorpius whispered.

Hermione's fluttering quill paused, and then went back to work. "I'm not surprised," she said briskly, "he wouldn't be Malfoy if he would help."

"Oh, come on." Scorpius rolled his eyes. "He's fine—at least for the Slytherins."

"If he'd just stop trying for a moment not to call me a Mudblood—" Hermione sneered, the tip of her nose still red like a clown from crying, which added a lot of grim color to the sneer.

The two fell into silence, and Hermione said again: "Are you looking for that crazy woman Parkinson?" She still remembered that the little Slytherin was called by this name before.

"...Uh," Scorpius nodded uncertainly, "Pansy didn't come to watch the game, and then I came out to watch—everyone has been acting weird lately." He paused and then complained, "Pan Sy and Daphne, and Astoria, and if you add one to the girls, it's Draco—"

"It's too obvious to grab a man when you're full." Hermione said firmly, and she began to flip through the fourth book, her eyes moving rapidly across the book.

"Huh? What did you say?" Scorpius said suspiciously.

"Nothing." Hermione brushed her hair back. "If you would help me find some information—on the left of the third shelf in the fourth row—"

Scorpius sighed, stood up and walked in the direction Hermione said.

"—Weasley?"

The whispered inquiry of the first-year Slytherin on the other side of the bookshelf caused Hermione to raise her head sensitively. For a moment, her eyes became extremely aggressive, but after seeing the person coming, she softened a little, and she did not Naturally, he pressed the sore and swollen corners of his eyes, and began to secretly beg that the light around here should be darker. After taking a deep breath, he said softly, "George?"

"Fred." The visitor replied with a smile.

"Childish trick - I can recognize you all, you're not the one who crushed me into a meatloaf last time." Scorpius walked around him and pulled out a book, curling up his lips ironically.

"Ouch, my mother won't be happy, a Slytherin can discern her son better than her—" George narrowed his eyes and looked at Scorpius.

"Oh, what's the matter, is something wrong?" Hermione interrupted the boys' conversation.

"It's nothing," George said lightly. He walked up to Hermione in two or three steps, and took a handful of mints out of his pocket with difficulty and put them in her hand. "Here, here you are, we're having a party, but you Did not go."

"Oh," Hermione blinked blankly, "oh..."

"I'm going back." George shrugged. "I told them I was going to the bathroom."

George Weasley was gone, in fact, he didn't come to the library once a year.

Scorpius struggled to put a large stack of books on the table (including a dictionary), and sat down at the table again. He looked around Hermione, then calmly pulled out a book and spread it out in front of him , without looking up, said: "You are blushing."

"Nonsense!" Hermione objected immediately.

"Don't make excuses," Scorpius yawned lazily. "Go ahead and read—you know—I've got to walk around to find Pansy before dinner."