[HP] Noble

And at this moment, over the Quidditch pitch.

Draco flipped over and rolled in the air with his broomstick dodging a Quaffle that Goyle swung in his direction - when the actual Quaffle was pressed against his scalp There was a moment when Draco was about to swear at Goyle as he flew by... but he soon realized that it might be Flint's idea, the house captain who was overly fanatical about Quidditch. Can't wait to see how much his rookie Seeker weighs.

"If you need, I can give you a brass roof, Flint." Draco narrowed his silver-gray pupils slightly and shouted in the direction of the captain angrily, "If this can stop you from instigating Goyle and Crabbe throwing the Quaffle at me - I'm going to put myself on the roof of my own accord!"

"Don't freak out, little Mr. Malfoy." Flint sat on his broomstick, grinning like a rogue, "and flies well."

Draco rolled his eyes, he was not at all happy about this compliment, and was about to say something in return for his captain, who was so determined to knock his Seeker off the broom, when he suddenly Feeling a violent flash of light nearly blind his eyes—

"Oh, damn it!"

As if someone had cast an illuminating spell on his eyes, Draco frowned suddenly, subconsciously raised his arm to block it, and after realizing that the beam of light just flashed by, he He lowered his arm, and looked down from the sky——

"What's that thing jumping up and down in the Gryffindor stands?" Prince Slytherin frowned unhappily. "Who put the monkey in the Quidditch field, and what's that in his hand, a camera? Look." For Merlin's sake, Flint, you can't—"

Whatever Draco wanted to say, Flint's answer was that of course he could.

Draco didn't finish his sentence, because when he was halfway through, he found that his captain had already answered his question with actions - the captain of the Slytherin house team had landed in Quiddle in the first place On the ground of the strange arena, as the person who spotted the Gryffindor team marching into the field, Flint immediately discovered their existence like a cat smelling a mouse... Della Coe slowly descended from the sky to the ground almost when Flint landed heavily, and then he was out of control and collided with the Gryffindor team captain Wood who was walking in the front——

Draco looked not far away from him. He always felt that the captain, who was as burly as a bear, showed his elegance at the critical moment--I saw Flint moving his huge and burly body from that relatively In contrast, the captain of Gryffindor, who was almost thin, moved away, then straightened up and stood up, and then took his own bear's paw from the waist of the other captain without haste.

The Gryffindor captain turned green.

For some reason, Draco felt that this scene was a bit horrible.

"You can keep a low profile if you want to spy on the tactics, Wood." Flint touched his chin and said meaningfully, "You don't have to bring the whole team to come here in a mighty way, it's so straightforward that I began to hesitate whether to take it or not." drive you out."

"Flint!" the Gryffindor captain reacted immediately, "we're here for training - listen, training - no one wants to peek at your tactics - what a joke Flint , you actually think Slytherin still has tactics to speak of—now listen up, we're here for training! Training!"

While Wood was yelling at Flint excitedly, Scorpius finally walked down from the stands. When he approached the crowd where the dispute occurred, he happened to see Wood send a boxy note "" slapped on Flint's chest... Scorpius guessed that it was probably Professor McGonagall's loan ticket for the Gryffindors, but Scorpius didn't focus on it at the moment , because he found that the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team were not willing to be lonely and stared at each other with hostile eyes because their captains were yelling at each other or sneering at each other——

This is so stupid.Scorpius thought that if you knew that these two men were just barking at each other and thinking about stripping each other naked, you would cry.

"Look at the note in your hand—Flint—I applied to Professor McGonagall for possession of today's Quidditch training ground in the second Transfiguration class yesterday morning."

"Oh, yeah—that's pretty straight-forward, but you'd better see what we have?" Flint squeezed the note that was slapped on his chest with two fingers, and then didn't look at it He turned his head and stretched out his hand at Scorpius, who took out the same note from his pocket and put it in his palm with a face full of resignation——Flint raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, and unfolded the paper The note read aloud, "I, Professor Cy Snape, allow the Slytherin House team to come to the Quidditch practice ground this Wednesday afternoon during the first period to train their new Seekers. Time, Tuesday morning Second lesson; location, Potions classroom."

Seeing Wood's face showing an expression as if he had been scratched by a cat, Scorpius shook his head innocently and sighed: "It's really a great tacit understanding."

"It's not the professors' fault," Flint said, smiling like a hooligan troll. "This place is huge, Wood, and under the same conditions, we should pay attention to first-come-first-served, but—"

"Why should I share a venue with you?!"

"Because it's obvious you have no choice." Flint stood where he was, lounging on his broom - his broom was upright on the ground, the shiny gold "Nimbus 2001" facing Wood's direction, it’s hard to say if he did it on purpose—

Regardless, Wood seems to have finally noticed this.

"Nimbus 2001? You got a new broom!" Wood said as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'm sorry I didn't inform you in advance." Flint smiled like an old hooligan, "I wanted to stay on the field to give you a surprise."

"...Either I'm crazy, or Flint is crazy—something's wrong with Flint." Draco frowned, standing behind the crowd under the cover of Goyle and Crabbe, talking to Stan next to him. Coppy whispered, "He looks a little hyperactive, and his age is at least five or six years younger—I won't comment on IQ."

Scorpius hooked his lips: "You're not crazy."

"When they finished every sentence, I thought that the next second I would see them suddenly stepping forward, hugging each other and kissing fiercely." Draco showed a disgusted expression, "I still Tends to be crazy for me - it better be so, just thinking about it makes me not look forward to tonight's dinner at all."

Scorpius chuckled, and Draco gave him a serious look - just as the two Slytherins were whispering and making small moves in the back, they didn't notice the team's frontline battle It seems to have come to an end-mainly because Wood has stopped talking.

The captain of the Gryffindor team pursed his lips sharply, and looked away from the face of the proud Slytherin captain in front of him—then, he finally found that every official Slytherin player present seemed to have a Nimbus 2001——As if being punched in the chest by someone, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team turned ugly... Broom, this is a Quidditch game The most unfair element that can be hidden is that when two teams are of equal strength, one team is equipped with the latest model of competitive brooms, while the other team...

After a long time, Wood looked away, looked at Flint and said, "You have a new Seeker?"

"That's what happened."

While Flint was talking lazily, he turned his head - the players of the Slytherin team standing behind him consciously gave way to their gaze like Moses dividing the sea, and then when the tall Almost everyone on the Gryffindor team caught sight of the platinum-blond head standing at the back of the line as Bill and Crabbe moved away.

At this moment, as if he had just realized the gazes of the crowd, Draco stopped joking with the black-haired Slytherin beside him, and after a pause, he turned his noble platinum head, slightly raised his pale and thin chin, He asked all the people who were staring at him blankly, "What?"

Before Wood could speak, a stammering voice came out from the Gryffindor team first: "Yes, you bought a broom for each of the Slytherin team, Malfoy!"

Everyone looked along the source of the sound, and as expected, they saw Mr. Ron Weasley whose face was redder than his hair.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Draco frowned, and said impatiently, "Which school rule does not allow this to be given a broom to the Quidditch academy team I'm about to join?"

Before Ron could speak, Harry gave his friend a hand—of course he knew about his friend's family situation, if he was allowed to continue to entangle with this platinum head in this regard, Paul Ron would not suffer some serious There was no way to refute the verbal attack——After signaling Ron with his eyes not to speak, Harry stood up and said unhurriedly: "Don't be complacent, Malfoy, Gallon is not omnipotent."

"Oh, when it comes to being rich, no one can compare to Gryffindor." Draco glanced at the sweep or seven stars in the hands of most players in the Gryffindor team, showing a satisfied expression, almost amiable He smiled happily and said, "After all, not every academy team can afford antiques—it probably costs a lot of money to take them out of the museum!"

Draco's words elicited an undisguised chuckle from the Slytherins.

Flint seemed more than satisfied—both with his new Seeker's play and his talk.

And at this moment, a furry head suddenly appeared behind the Gryffindor team. Hermione put her hand on Ron's shoulder, brushed her somewhat messy hair proudly, and stared at him. Draco said, "At least no one in the Gryffindor college team got into the college team by spending money. They all passed through strength—"

Hermione's words silenced the scene.

The sneering smile on the corner of Draco's lips also disappeared. At this moment, the corners of his lips were tightened into a straight line, and the temperature in his silver-gray pupils dropped to freezing point - at this moment, He felt like every cell in his body was screaming, and he didn't even bother to explain to the Gryffindor girl what the truth was.

After a strange silence, everyone suddenly heard Draco sneer: "Did you see my father stuff money into the headmaster or did you see my father sponsoring the Flint family? It's ugly to look poor and despondent, Granger , I don’t know why you are so anxious, a mudblood like you will never understand the difference between a comet and a light wheel—”

In fact Draco used to talk about Mudbloods a lot, but usually in a less public way.

And right now, except for the Slytherins, most people from Muggle families in Gryffindor showed expressions as if they were seriously insulted by that word, and it was almost an explosive chain reaction——

"colloportus (quickly imprisoned)—"

Scorpius had to draw his wand to restrain Fred and George and lay them down, not so gently, before Draco rushed towards them.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" Wood yelled menacingly and drew out his wand - before he could make a move, the wand had been knocked out of his hand by the quick-sighted Flint - —Accompanied by the sound of a "snap", Wood stared dumbfounded as his wand flew out!

"Now is not the time to be a gentleman, to be honest, Flint, I think there is something really wrong with you, even if you use a disarming spell, it will make me feel better!" Draco pointed at him. The captain made a sneering look, and he didn't seem guilty of having caused such a chaotic scene, he pointed his wand at Potter habitually, "enfio (increase quickly)—"

A red light shot from the tip of his hawthorn wand, but the spell missed Potter and hit another female member of the Gryffindor team, who immediately swelled up like a balloon It seemed to float up into the sky-her female companion screamed, and had to give up the plan to join the battle and stretched out both hands to grab her violently lest she fly too high!

The scene was chaotic, Harry wanted to use the Growth Curse on Draco, but at the critical moment Draco was pushed away by Scorpius, who rolled his eyes and had to use a stop spell on himself before his long hair hit the ground , and while he was doing it, his hair was growing like crazy all the way to his ass—

"You look like a girl with long hair."

Draco dodged another oncoming spell, narrowed his eyes slightly and said - before Scorpius turned his head to shut him up, he reached out, grabbed Scorpius by the hair and pulled him toward himself. Pulling, Scorpius staggered and fell backwards, and then saw a blue light almost flying past the tip of his nose—

At this time, there was a violent explosion from the Gryffindor team - followed by what seemed to be Hermione's scream, and people didn't even have time to react to what happened, they only had time to see the explosion from Ron. A green light shot out from the back of Weasley's wand, and the light hit himself hard in the stomach, knocking him straight out of the air—

"——Merlin's socks, that silly hat, this is beyond my understanding of the lower limit of IQ." Draco turned his head and stared dumbfounded at the edge of the Quidditch pitch, holding his stomach and making himself unable to stand up. The red-haired Gryffindor said, "Is there anyone who can hold his wand backwards?"

"His wand was broken, I thought you saw it when he drove that flying car into school." Scorpius frowned, and he tugged at the obstructive hair on the back of his head , After changing several angles, he found that he still couldn't find a suitable angle to cut them off, so he waved to the platinum nobles who stretched their necks excitedly to watch the excitement, "Come here, Draco, this hair really get in the way."

Scorpius fell silent, and then saw Draco turn around unhurriedly, looking at him with eyes like he was looking at some new species.

Scorpius: "Look at what?"

Draco raised the corners of his lips: "The new look is good."

Scorpius: "...shut up and help or fuck off."

then……

Then, as if to prove that what he said came from a sincere heart, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin decisively chose the option of "get out".