[HP] Noble

In fact, not only are there no similarities between the Frozen Curse and the Slashing Curse, to be precise, they even have different initials—in short, the Gryffindor golden trio now seems to be angry. Crazy, Ron held the chandelier in one hand, and while he had to struggle to balance himself, he fumbled in his pocket with a scowling face——

Harry Potter seemed to understand what his buddy wanted the moment he raised his head, and hung up before he could utter a desperate "Ron no" and finish what he wanted to say. The Gryffindor red-haired boy on the chandelier had already jerked his wand out—

Note that it was a jerk.

I don't know if it's because of his excessive force or something, anyway, from Scorpius' point of view, he didn't even have time to nervously tell Draco to pay attention to the defense, and he saw the wand pop out from the middle Some part of the wand suddenly bent down - the front half of the wand hung down and floated in the wind... Only a piece of transparent, like Muggle tape held it to Ron barely. The part in the hand is connected.

A moment of silence.

All the people present - including the Slytherins headed by Draco, they all temporarily forgot about those hateful and ugly elves, they even stopped the previous chattering, and stared at the root Ron Weasley held what looked like a broken twig in his hand.

For a long time, I didn't know who it was—anyway, it was in the crowd. Suddenly, someone couldn't hold back and let out a "puchi" laugh. Then, the laughter gradually expanded, and burst out from the Slytherin crowd. There was a burst of earth-shattering laughter, and Draco, who stood in front of them and was barely threatened a second ago, even held the edge of the table and laughed out of breath——

The red-haired Gryffindor's face burned redder than his hair.

Harry closed his eyes in horror.

"Oh, Ron!"

Hermione made a desperate and sharp voice, and she covered her face as if feeling ashamed, and buried her face in her palms, her shoulders were shaking slightly, but at this moment even Harry didn't There is no way to go forward to comfort her—because everyone is busy now, not only to deal with those nasty Cornish elves, but also to withstand the jeers of the annoying Slytherins that almost lifted the roof to pay attention to Ro En feeling...

Seeing that the girl who hadn't stopped just now suddenly stopped casting the spell, a Cornish elf took the opportunity to grab the Gryffindor girl's hair and began to pull it desperately, and the other even came up and tried to snatch her wand, Hermione raised her hand and slapped them away heavily. At this moment, the Gryffindor girl looked extremely angry. She looked up at the red-haired Gryffindor hanging on the chandelier, and her voice was high-pitched. Youxi: "It's unbelievable-how did your wand become like this-was it broken by the Whomping Willow-you should really let Mrs. Weasley know about this and see the result of your adventure! Ronald Weasley! You ruined your own wand!"

Ron looked as if he might forget to breathe and suffocate himself in the next second because of shame.

He wanted to tell Hermione that he didn't have to tell his mother at all - in fact, she looked exactly like her now, screaming "wand broken" or something at him, as if he'd love to break his own wand Yes—God knows, even a wand would cost seven Galleons, and this was the only thing he had on his body before he went to school that wasn't second-hand!

Ron was shaking while holding the chandelier. He was so depressed that he broke his wand. In this terrible environment, heavy dark clouds and low air pressure enveloped him more and more seriously... But Hermione That's right, he really deserved it - so during the period, when Hermione raised her wand, shouted at him angrily, and shot the ice movement spell very quickly - Ron didn't even dare to speak guiltily. She was careful not to hit him—

Because several times the icy blue light flew dangerously past Ron's scalp, he had to start wondering if Hermione did it on purpose!

"Okay, Hermione, something private." Harry grabbed the Gryffindor girl, knowing of course that Hermione was just blowing off the backlog that had been built up all night about the way they got to school yesterday. Dissatisfied, the Gryffindor savior said as calmly as possible, "We obviously have more things to do at the moment—uh—"

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched when he saw the Gryffindor girl turn her furry head sharply to stare at him, and then found himself stammering a bit: "...like getting Ron out of the chandelier first put it down?"

"Oh, no need!" Hermione showed an arrogant expression, she bent down and grabbed a Cornish elf that had been frozen into ice and stuffed it roughly into the cage at her feet, " Just let him hang it there for everyone to see—he likes to hang it anywhere anyway!"

"I didn't!" Ron yelled in an unbelievably aggrieved voice immediately after stopping the Gryffindor girl's sharp words in his ears, "It's as if I went for a walk on the Whomping Willow. Be fair, Hermione!"

"You hang there, holding your broken wand, what right do you have to ask for justice!" Hermione stuffed the last Cornish elf beside her into the cage, and now she looked calmer, although still mean……

Fortunately, there are not many people in the classroom at this moment.

Professor Lockhart had disappeared early on, and most of the children had run out through the open classroom door.

Only a small number of people stayed inside to clean up the mess—for example, Draco and the others, they didn't seem to be planning to wipe the ass of that stupid Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but when they were about to leave just now, they found that they had to Not stopping to read Ron Weasley's jokes when they were busy - it seemed to waste some time, so that when they came to their senses, the classroom was almost completely empty -

Except for a few Cornish elves outside who were busy ruining the entire classroom with more destructive power than Peeves.

It can be said that the whole classroom is in chaos.

The elves were running around like firebolts out of control, screaming and creating matchstick-sized flames to ignite the braids of the girls who didn't have time to run away, and they screamed and slapped their burned buttocks. Laughing out loud when her hair was crying so hard that she couldn't hold her wand steady; there was a large piece of shattered glass in the back of the classroom, and the window was smashed. From the glass shards on Pansy's shoulder, she was probably the first victim , so at this moment her face is very pale, as if she was still immersed in the fear of the last second; they grabbed the ink bottle and scattered ink of various colors everywhere, the parchment was overwhelmed, and the waste bin was turned over upside down -

The students who could run out all took advantage of the chaos, and those who had no time to escape simply hid under the table.

Scorpius swore that he had never seen such a chaotic class before. He put down Draco's bag of candies, took out a yellow talisman from his waist, and shook it between his fingers. The burning fluttered in the air, and then, as the talisman paper filled with cinnabar-colored calligraphy and writing gradually burned out, icy cold winds blew from all directions in the classroom...

It was the season to wear short sleeves, and the cold wind made everyone present show vigilant expressions. Even Ron, who was holding the hanging lamp in a funny posture at this time, widened his eyes in horror— —

It was Prince Slytherin who was the first to notice someone appearing at the door of the classroom. When he saw the burning light yellow piece of paper in front of the black-haired Slytherin, he muttered as if he was complaining about something. , and then wrapped his robe tighter.

The cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the pages of the textbooks that the students had placed on the table before they had time to take them away were rattling—soon, accompanied by a series of words that no one could read from the mouth of the black-haired Slytherin standing at the door. The "spell" that I didn't understand, the cold wind stopped as if someone suddenly caught it in his pocket!

They gathered and formed a gust of wind with ice and snow blowing around. Those Cornwalls who were scattered in every corner of the classroom a second ago tore the homework door, tried to lift the entire desk over, or painted on the blackboard. The county elves were frozen to death almost immediately when they touched the cold wind. They even hovered in the air with the excited appearance of the previous second, and then "snapped", They all fell to the ground.

When Scorpius lowered his hands, he found that the rest of the second graders in the entire classroom were silently staring at him.

He looked a little nervous.

So he subconsciously grabbed the package that hadn't been handed to Draco in his arms, thought for a while, squeezed out "I'm passing by", and then felt that something was wrong, stepped forward and took the package in his arms. The whole package was shoved to Draco—

The force was so strong that Draco was pushed back two steps by him.

"Your package, er, Professor Snape asked me to bring it to you, Mrs. Malfoy asked Professor Snape to give it to you, and he gave it to me to give it to you, so..."

"Okay, shut up." Draco showed an expression of being unable to listen, "If you are going to compare the stupidity of the one hanging on the chandelier, just keep talking."

Draco looked disgusted.

But this did not prevent the rest of the Slytherins from looking at their prefects with shock and pride—the classroom was a mess, and even the professor himself ran away without a trace, but they But the prefect easily solved this disaster, oh, this alone is enough to add a full fifty points to Slytherin!

No, one hundred percent is not too much!