[HP] Noble

The Quidditch Cup is over.

For the sake of Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood's lost tears, even Flint didn't intend to say anything more, he grabbed his Seeker with one hand, held the golden trophy in the other, and after the celebration , Slytherin was unprecedentedly abnormal, and left the Quidditch pitch in a low-key manner.

The Quidditch trophy was placed on a cabinet behind the Potions Master's desk - barely in the middle of the room.

For the next few days, the Gryffindors were not in high spirits.

"When the Gryffindors stopped shouting, there were two Hufflepuffs at Hogwarts." - From Draco Malfoy Quotations.

Thanks to Merlin, besides that, "that monkey-cheeked young master" (Ron said angrily) didn't say anything more outrageous. It seemed that he was going to let Harry go a yard and not make him more serious. Embarrassing—in fact, Harry had already made himself so bad that when he got up early the next morning and saw that the two house hourglasses at the end of the hallway that were barely even belonged to Slytherin, the one that belonged to Greg Harry felt his stomach churn when the Ryffindor one was a full length higher.

"Oh, Harry, it wasn't your fault." Hermione reassured feebly.

"Dude, that's the Firebolt. Seriously, Lady Luck isn't on your side this time—I'm not saying the Firebolt is bad, and I'm certainly not saying you're bad, it's just that this broom really isn't. Suitable for vertical ascent!" Ron raised his voice a little excitedly, he pushed his cup aside, and took out a magazine called "Modern Broom" from his school bag, it seemed that he had been carrying it for the past few days and was waiting It came in handy, Ron flipped open the magazine and shoved it under Harry's nose, the corner of the book knocking the knife out of Harry's hand—

But of course, Harry Potter didn't care about that.

He just raised his emerald green eyes listlessly and smiled reluctantly: "I know, I borrowed this magazine to read it."

"So don't be depressed! Next time you will win!" Ron looked more serious than ever, and Hermione nodded. During Harry's unprecedented downturn, the two of them reluctantly gave up the war temporarily, and finally they could be normal like ordinary people dialogue.

Harry returned to his expressionless face, and he turned his face away, trying to control himself from showing madness.Actually yes, he wanted to, he wanted to go crazy, he wanted to flip the whole Gryffindor table over that platinum head across the hall—

"Wood isn't coming next year, Ron."

"That Oliver Wood isn't coming next year, Draco."

At the same time, on the Slytherin long table, Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, rested his chin on one hand and said thoughtfully to his Seeker.Today he took the seat that originally belonged to Scorpius Great, and purposely sat next to Draco.A few days had passed since the Quidditch final, and the whole of Hogwarts was still shrouded in gloom.

The Slytherin captain knew his Seeker was a little upset with him, because he owed him an explanation.

"Since I joined the Quidditch team in my second year, I have never stopped fighting Wood - led by the old captain, and myself - for five years, and I am waiting for this last Quidditch match Crazy, obviously, so is he." Flint took a sip of hot milk expressionlessly, thought for a while, and threw two more lumps of sugar into the glass.

"Well, if you want to say that, I can barely understand." The Slytherin prince raised his jaw and said in a haughty tone, "but you know, Flint, it sounds like you are in love with him."

"..."

Not getting the expected ridicule, Draco froze, turned his face and swept his captain around, and said dryly: "Please give me a less scary answer."

"I think it might be."

The fork in Draco's hand dropped back onto the plate.

Flint stood up holding his glass, drank it in one gulp, threw the glass back on the table, straightened his back, paused, then turned and left.

A corner of Flint's robe disappeared behind the door, and the door of the auditorium was slammed shut again. Draco withdrew his eyes and stared dumbfoundedly at Pansy who was licking a glass of pumpkin juice gracefully: "Did you hear what he said?" ?"

"Understood." Pansy put down the glass calmly, "I guess Flint should be the one on top."

Draco let out a groan of pain.

"I think it's kind of romantic, Slytherin and Gryffindor—" Scorpius dragged his plate back to his original seat.

"Shut up, too," Draco hissed, putting on a stern expression.

"Differential treatment." Scorpius muttered dissatisfiedly, looking around, "It's strange, why hasn't the owl come here today?"

"Maybe something delayed me on the road, who the hell knows." Draco said listlessly, he was completely intimidated by the combination of Flint and Wood, and he still couldn't recover, "What if The other day I saw them kissing in the hallway, should I give them 'armor protection' or 'disintegration'? - God, there are still a few damn months in this semester, maybe I can make every demon Curse all over again!"

"Honestly, Draco, my dear, what does it matter to you if other people fall in love?" Zabini rubbed over, smiling wickedly.

"That's Gryffindor! Blaise!"

Pansy put down his fork and casually dropped a heavy flick: "Yo, when is this going to be a problem? I noticed Weasley was still chasing Gretel!"

"What?!" Prince Slytherin stood up abruptly, a faint pink color appeared on his pale face due to excitement, and he said resolutely and viciously, "No way!"

Scorpius opened his mouth blankly: "No, there's a second Gretel here?—I mean, why didn't I know?"

"Oh, watch your image! Sit down! 'Papa Draco'—" Pansy cast a mocking glance at Draco, and said slowly and proudly, "What do you two know? Even if the pink breath is gone Clothes dance before you, and you don't notice anything."

Zabini said with a smile, "You can understand this as a kind of pure love, Pansy."

"Shut up, Blaise!" Draco snorted at the smiling boy, and sat down dissatisfied. After regaining his composure, he returned to that arrogant look, folded his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly. With gray eyes, he dragged his annoying tone thoughtfully, "I said why the red mole rat is like a patient with intermittent mental retardation, sometimes it looks like a normal person with low intelligence, sometimes it's just like a normal person with low intelligence. A lunatic with no IQ—” He glanced at Scorpius contemptuously, “So it’s because you’re—ha, when you think about it, it’s true.”

Scorpius rolled his eyes and retorted seriously: "Don't look at me like that, it's none of my business!"

"Why is it none of your business? He likes you—bad! Merlin's socks, that's ridiculous, that Weasley!"

"You have no evidence at all!"

"Yes, boys." Pansy interrupted them, reminding cheerfully, "he's watching you right now."

The two people in the quarrel twisted their necks towards the long Gryffindor table at the same time. On the other side of the auditorium, Ron Weasley hurriedly lowered his head and buried himself in his plate, only one of his hair was exposed. red forehead.

Draco turned his face away and stared at Scorpius fiercely, and Scorpius stared back unwillingly.

"Okay, when did it start?" the platinum noble finally broke the deadlock and asked dryly.

"Never started! He's always willing to give me trouble - the truth is that Weasley hates me." Scorpius turned his face away with a whimper, put his schoolbag on his back and said stiffly, "I went to class - Ah Storia, Melavertina, are you all right?"

The two girls stood up from the table in response.

And then Scorpius passed Draco intently past Draco with an air of arrogance never seen before.

"—how dare he lose his temper at me!" Draco stared at the back of the first-year Slytherin in astonishment, and said strangely in disbelief, "what is he trying to do? Huh?—I said, what are you all doing?" Is it? First Flint, then Gretel—has spring come?"

"Spring is here, my dear boy," Pansy replied sweetly after putting the last bit of toast into her mouth.

Over the auditorium, a large flock of owls flapped their wings and flew in from outside the window. The leaders were still Draco's Salazar and Potter's Hedwig. The huge eagle honked loudly in the air and flapped its wings to make a landing gesture. , Draco subconsciously touched the table, and then remembered that he had Defense Against the Dark Arts in the first period of the day, and he didn't bring out Beatri—oh, Beatri, what a stupid name.

Like a small bomb, Salazar landed on the table in front of Draco, knocking over two plates and a milk glass along the way.

"Come here, you rude, stupid bird." Draco dragged Salazar viciously, removed the parchment with the Malfoy crest from its paw, unfolded it, glanced at it twice quickly, and then Put it all together.

"You have a twisted look on your face, Draco," Zabini reminded.

"It's a letter from my father - you know, I told him the other day that I won the Firebolt with Nimbus 2001, you know, emphatically telling about Potter being deflated - don't look at me like that ladies and gentlemen Guys, I won Potter, why can't I be happy for a while?!"

"Oh, of course you can, dear, and then?"

Draco shrugged. "And now he wrote me back, congratulations on that."

Zabini paused, raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "I thought you should be happy?"

"Yes, but in writing ... well, I mentioned 'Dutch' in passing."

"Oh--"

"My father said, let me take a look at it this summer vacation." Draco shook the parchment in his hand, stretched out a finger to touch the fluff on Salazar's head that was blown by the wind, and said dryly , "If he is in a good mood, maybe he will let me touch it."

"Mr. Malfoy always knows how to deal with you, arrogant little bastard." Pansy sneered, "It seems that there is more than this, what else is there?"

"The tone of the letter was kind of weird," Draco frowned slightly. "My dad said I'm afraid I won't be able to use a new broom next year—what does that mean? No Quidditch next year? Heck, how is that possible? Or Meaning, he's going to let me beat Potter with a halo for the next four years?" Draco let out a panicked look at his association, "I can't ask the Snitch to be on top of our heads forever! "

Zabini was about to say something when suddenly there was a burst of cheers from Gryffindor, which attracted the attention of the other three houses. The three Gryffindors centered on Harry Potter The group, and some other people, they were happily reading a parchment, Draco pursed his lips with a stiff face, and his face turned pale, now, Harry and the others began to toast—— For the past few days, Gryffindor's golden boy finally seemed to be truly alive.

"Gryffindor..." Pansy snorted contemptuously, looking away casually. Opposite her, the platinum-blond head was lowering her head, absently picking food on the plate. She noticed that Della Coe is trying to feed Salazar a boiled pea.

"The eagle won't eat that, you'll choke it to death." Pansy had to remind him aloud, Prince Slytherin was startled, and quickly withdrew his hand, Salazar took the emptiness and flapped his wings angrily .Pansy sighed, "Come on, boy, maybe you can tell me why the Gryffindors are so happy?"

"Slytherin knows everything." The silver-gray eyes glanced at Pansy, and a trace of anxiety flashed quickly. Draco sat up straight, cleared his throat, and said word by word, "I let my father Withdrawn, that hippogriff."