[HP] Noble

"Hey buddy, are you okay?"

Harry Potter trotted up from behind, with obvious pleasure in his voice, and from behind he patted his godfather on the shoulder like an old friend, a little amused at what was wrong with him, but when When he looked up at the group of people not far from them, his smile gradually subsided.

Yeah, why didn't I think, since the answer is so obvious, Harry thought slightly ironically, I should get used to this all summer vacation, didn't I - what can make Sirius go from a happy person to the most miserable person in the world so quickly big dog?There is obviously only one answer.

Scorpius Gretel - the little Slytherin who just graduated from first year.

First Ron, then Sirius—damn it, couldn't he just be kind enough to spare Gryffindor?

There was another sound of a bucket being knocked over behind him, and Harry rolled his eyes, okay, here we go, that's all—

"Ron! You poured all the water on my feet!" Hermione's screeching voice sounded.

——"Aha, look, who is this? Saint Potter!"

Among the crowd standing not far away, the ever-pale Draco Malfoy still had a mean tone, but his facial expression looked slightly hesitant, "What are you doing here?"

"Water, you saw," said Harry dryly.

Draco frowned, but quickly stretched it out, and he put on a wicked smile: "Like a house elf? Black's old house has been so desolate that even the last house elf was starved to death ?"

"..." This despicable, mean bastard!Harry felt his brow twitch, and now he felt like he was on his own—look at Ron, look at Sirius, when that nasty little Slytherin was around...well, Huh Min was even friendly to the little Slytherin—taking a deep breath, Harry touched his wand in his pocket and hissed dangerously, "What do I need to report to you, Malfoy. "

"You don't have to, silly baby Potter." Draco shrugged, "I don't bother to listen."

"...Okay, Draco, Mr. Malfoy reminded us that we have to pitch our own tent, haven't you forgotten?" After the small group of Slytherins, a soft voice finally sounded.

Harry swore he actually saw Sirius and Ron shudder at the same time.

Most frighteningly, Sirius seemed to take a small step forward awkwardly.

The air was so condensed that it almost fell from the sky.

"Hi, Gretel?" The handsome Gryffindor in his thirties smiled uneasily, looking so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. "Are you all right?"

"I don't see anything wrong with him." Draco pouted coolly.

Sirius quickly turned his head towards him, and the soul of Gryffindor was quickly burned. He warned the platinum nobleman viciously: "I didn't ask you, you dirty Slytherin!"

Oh...don't, Sirius!Harry howled inwardly with sympathy.And Draco Malfoy stopped talking, he didn't fight back angrily or anything, on the contrary, he put on a weird smile and stood aside.

"——I'm a Slytherin too." Compared with other people of the same age, the obviously shorter figure pushed aside the crowd, walked up from behind, and finally stood firmly beside Draco. Scorpius looked at Draco calmly. To Sirius, "I don't think there's anything wrong with Slytherin, as it happens, I think it's great."

Sirius looked extremely depressed, he scratched his head and tousled his neatly tied hair a little: "I didn't mean that... I just, oh, Gretel, I know you're different from them, If it weren't for blood, you should have gone to Ravenclaw with your comprehension ability, yes I saw the whole process of your studies, you know, I stayed by your side for a whole year last semester— "

okay!stop!Sirius!Harry was on the verge of shouting - you've said enough dear godfather! ...so much that your apology ceremony can be wasted, and then a total failure!

Unbearable, Harry stretched out his hand and grabbed Hermione beside him.The bucket shook some water and splashed Harry's right shoe...he'd bet his sock was soaked too - but who the hell cares?

Thanks to Merlin, the Gryffindor girl who was stunned on the spot understood his meaning as quickly as possible. Hermione Granger cleared her voice and took a step forward, walking in under the eyes of everyone. At the very center of the battlefield, "Uh—" she bit her lower lip nervously, and finally, she pulled out a barely natural smile and said, "...Hi, Scorpius."

Wait wait, Scorpius?Harry glared at her, couldn't it be Gretel?

Oh, it's Scorpius, what's wrong?Hermione stared back dangerously.

...Well, Harry felt he shouldn't worry about it now, because Hermione's presence had at least played a role—that nasty little Slytherin's expression, which was always capable of causing bloodbath, was not so scary after all, in fact On the night, he raised a smile that looked really cute and said, "Good morning, Hermione."

"..."

The terrible silence.

Harry found out for the first time that he could also find an ally in Malfoy's face, tsk tsk, just look at the expression he stared at Gretel and you'll know what's going on... Relax, you nasty white monkey—— This is the first healthy friendship between Slytherins and Gryffindors since a hundred years ago!Harry thought gloatingly.

……

Draco opened his lips, took one last look at Scorpius, and after realizing that he was in front of someone who would never listen to persuasion no matter how many years he talked, he still closed his lips weakly, and he stretched out his hand and pressed the button roughly. The back of Kopi's head squeezed out between his teeth: "Go."

"Just left?" Scorpius asked in surprise.

"Why don't you stay here overnight? Huh? Or fetch a bucket of water like some cheap house-elf?"

Scorpius raised his eyebrows: "Don't say that, maybe you haven't seen what a Muggle faucet looks like!"

"I don't care at all, thanks, thanks." Draco gave him a smirk that gritted his teeth.Zabini chuckled behind the two of them, pushed their backs, and said tolerantly, "Let's go, we promised the adults just to come out and have a look, now it's time .”

The Slytherins seemed no longer interested in watching the group of Gryffindors fetching water, and left in groups with pride.

"...well," Harry said, "now we need to go back to the lake to fetch water." He suggested kicking the empty bucket at Ron's feet, "Hey, Ron, get up - people have already Let's go, let's go! It's gone!"

Ron Weasley blushed immediately after being startled, and the freckles on his face seemed to be crowded together. He hurriedly picked up his bucket, looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on He On Min's face, he sighed, Hermione immediately stretched out her hand sensitively, and warned resistingly: "Don't say it! Ron, I don't want to hear it!"

"—He smiled at you." Not far away, Sirius sighed.

Ron looked at him approvingly.

Hermione sneered at the two of them in despair, and then snorted like a living Snape reborn.

"...he used to smile at me like that." Not caring about Hermione's reaction at all, Sirius hung his head in frustration, "I really don't know what I did wrong, Harry. Could it be because the Prophet Didn't we thank him explicitly? - well, I don't think Gretel is the one who cares, he's not mean and mercenary Malfoy - in fact, I don't say I just don't want to bring him displeasure Necessary trouble, don't you think, Harry?"

"Well, he'll know that. Sirius, pull yourself together, everything will be fine." Harry comforted against his will, patted his godfather on the shoulder sympathetically, and decided to remind him next time he had the chance He, that Gretel always seemed a little friendlier when he was in his Animagus form... though not much better.

……

The Quidditch World Cup final was played between Bulgaria and Ireland.Late in the evening, most of the Irish fans had decked out their tents covered in shamrocks, (“I can’t believe how many times that janitor had to take ‘forget it’ tonight !" said a Ministry of Magic official desperately) The Bulgarian supporters looked a little calmer, but... just a little bit, and they plastered someone's posters all over the outside of their tents - like Now Draco Malfoy did the same.

Facts have proved that brain-dead fans know no age or national boundaries.

Scorpius propped his chin up, watching Draco bouncing up and down enthusiastically putting up a poster in the tent that was finally erected. There was only one person on the poster, dressed in white, green and red Alternating jerseys, this man has a gloomy face. When you look at him, you will first be attracted by his thick and thick black eyebrows.

"He's so ugly." Scorpius hugged a cushion and sat on the sofa—the inside of the small tent was not as narrow as it looked on the outside. In fact, the inside of the tent was expanded by magic to remove two layers The space of the building, all the furniture and the refreshing smell of log furniture, Scorpius was very surprised at first, and his first reaction was to turn his head and say to his father in surprise - "Dad, with this, We can also have a house in the first-tier cities!"

Mr. Great's answer to this was to spank his son's ass without hesitation.

Now, after the adults had made simple preparations, they were summoned by a mysterious and gloomy old wizard to gather together.Only the children were left in the tent, and everyone was excitedly waiting for the night to fall, expecting the game to come soon.

"—Victor Krum is the best Seeker." Draco hissed at Scorpius disdainfully. "Why don't you know anything?"

"Yeah," said Scorpius insincerely, "he better be the one to catch the Snitch tonight."

"He must be." The platinum noble raised an eyebrow, and said slowly and confidently, "but I guess Ireland will win."

"It's not an easy outcome, Draco." In fact, this was the first time Scorpius saw Goyle objecting to Draco, and now the big man frowned as if he had his own. Shaking his head in disbelief, "Catching the Golden Snitch but not winning the game is too rare. I'm willing to bet ten Galleons on this."

"Twenty, I bet Draco," Zabini added with a grin.

"I think Goyle is right." Crabbe said hesitantly, "Okay, then I'll bet ten Galleons, and Goyle wins."

After the boys finished speaking, they actually started to grab a handful of Galleons from their pockets. Draco curled his lips, took out a money bag from his back waist, and threw it on the table like a king: "Here, fifty Garen, I bet I win."

Scorpius: "..."

"—Dear boy, have you decided? Do you want to join the adults' entertainment once in a while?" Zabini winked at Scorpius and said very seductively.Draco snorted, sat lazily on the sofa next to Scorpius, grabbed the pillow in his arms and stuffed it under his waist before stretching: "Don't make things difficult for him, Blaise , the poor kid just got spanked by his dad."

Scorpius' face quickly flushed red.

"You can stay with Goyle and Crabbe—" Zabini didn't seem to hear Draco's sneer at his childish words, and he sat down beside Scorpius excitedly, wrapping his arms around the boy's shoulders, " Listen, you don't even have to pay a Galleon - if we win, you just have to give me a good night kiss -"

Draco stopped smiling and sat up on the sofa, watching Zabini poke his cheek calmly.

Before Scorpius could answer, Zabini turned to Draco with bright eyes: "What do you think?"

Draco sized up Zabini, finally narrowed his silver-gray eyes slightly, and nodded slowly: "Not bad."

"...But don't bet I can give you a good night kiss." Scorpius said doubtfully, "What's the problem?"

Zabini was taken aback: "Are you serious?"

"...What's wrong with the goodnight kiss?"

Zabini covered his face: "I thought that for wizards in the Eastern Continent, kissing good night was too unrestrained."

"……Obviously not."

Zabini sniffled. "I can't believe I missed my goodnight kiss for an entire semester—can you make it up now, honey? All at once?"

Scorpius: "..."

Draco smiled lovingly: "Okay, don't overdo it, Blaise."