[HP] Noble

Scorpius and Draco were finally back to normal, at least Draco was less silent.He changed his posture, and I became more comfortable. The sound of flipping through the newspaper was rattling, and finally he gave up looking for something worthy of attention in it, and stuffed it under the plate.

A gap was removed in the middle of the hall to prevent the Goblet of Fire. Since the morning, people have been putting their names into that cup—they are all students of Hogwarts, because students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang They were already lining up at breakfast to throw their names in.Every time a Hogwarts student threw their name in, the whole school clapped, and their house screamed and clapped like crazy.

Dumbledore announced with a smile that the list of players for the Triwizard Tournament will be announced at dinner time in the evening.

For this, the Slytherins are the most calm, because as Pansy said, no Slytherin threw his name into the Goblet of Fire-they don't care who represents Hogwarts. For Zi to participate in the competition, they only care about whether there is a good show to watch.

After lunch, under everyone's gaze, Hermione Granger proudly made a special detour from the other end of the auditorium with her chin raised. Draco turned his noble head and looked at Granger up and down provocatively. Fendo, and Hermione chose to ignore her directly, came behind Scorpius, she stood still and cleared her throat, and took out a green badge with the SPEW pattern from her school robe pocket, which was obviously used A very cheap Muggle badge with a little magical modification.

She smiled slightly and handed the badge to Scorpius: "This is for you, Scorpius."

"—Don't take it." Draco ordered lazily, glancing at the hideously ugly badge.

As if touched by electricity, Scorpius suddenly retracted his half-extended claws.

"—Look, what did I say?" Ron, who was watching death not far away and refused to take a step closer, poked Harry's arm triumphantly, "As I said, she won't go well. , that's Slytherin, aesthetically they won't accept that damn ugly 'vomit' badge."

"..." It was Ron who expressed his views on "aesthetics". I don't know if it was Slytherin's sorrow or Hermione's sorrow, Harry thought sympathetically, and nodded silently in agreement with Ron.

"Oh, get the hell out of here, Malfoy!" said Hermione angrily, stepping back at the Slytherin table.

"This is Slytherin's territory, is there something wrong with your mind?" Draco raised his eyebrows, he turned his head, and stared at Scorpius with silver-gray eyes, "And you, someone just gave you something Just go on, did you remember to take your brain with you when you went out?"

Scorpius was inexplicably scolded, and Prince Slytherin raised his eyebrows even higher, almost flying over the hairline: "This badge has contract magic on it-seriously, this behavior is despicable, Gran Miss Jay."

As if a bad lie had been exposed, Hermione's face flushed instantly.Hearing Draco's words, Pansy stood up from her seat protectively, and she frowned slightly: "'vomit', what is this? A curse? -Granger, I thought you Aside from being ugly, at least slightly normal compared to other Gryffindors."

"..." Scorpius' face was full of black lines. He couldn't understand why Pansy felt that he had to add that personal attack to maintain the integrity of the sentence. He hesitated for a while and decided to explain for a while. He looked at Hermione. , giving her an encouraging smile, "I thought you'd have an explanation?"

"Of course — oh I mean, of course it's not a curse," said Hermione embarrassedly. "It's a student association I've started, an organization about house-elf rights —"

"What rights do house elves want, don't you have anything else to do?" Draco tried dryly to interrupt her.

Hermione took a deep breath and continued: "I have added a simple contract to this badge," she said, throwing off her schoolbag and starting to rummage inside, and finally pulled out a piece of paper in the Charms textbook. The neatly folded parchment was shaken open, and the names of "Ron Weasley" and "Harry Potter" were impressively written on it, and of course, the top one was "Hermione Granger" ——Obviously, this is a list of members of an organization, "As long as you accept this badge, your name will appear on this parchment forever," Hermione brushed her hair and said quickly, "Besides Nothing else, I swear."

Draco sat next to him with his chest folded, his back leaning against the long Slytherin table and snorted disdainfully: "You want to tell us that this is just a superfluous move you made to show off your knowledge of spells ?"

"—Yes, that's it! Say what you want!" Hermione yelled, turning her head to him at last, unable to bear it any longer.

"Oh, what are you shouting about?" Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, scratched his ears and raised the corners of his lips.

"Okay, don't mess with this lioness, Draco." Pansy walked around Hermione with a smile, and patted Draco on the shoulder, "If you like, take it, little Scorpius—"

"—as long as you don't try to pin it to your school robe." Draco glanced dangerously at Scorpius' chest, where the serpentine badge he had given him now pinned, the transparent one shot down from the top of the auditorium. Shining under the light, an unprecedented sense of superiority swam from the soles of his feet to his whole body. Draco grabbed his schoolbag and carried it on his back, sneering, "Your taste is terrible, Miss Granger."

"Oh, come on!" Hermione muttered as she gestured to push the badge into Scorpius' hands, "Here, I even chose Slytherin green for you."

Draco stopped abruptly as he was about to leave: "Damn it, Slytherins aren't the kind of green that looks like shit!"

Zabini rolled his lips: "This is at the dining table, Draco, don't be so rude."

"So what? To hell with you, Blaise." The Slytherin prince grimaced willfully.

"--what is this?"

The gentle voice is particularly jarring in the noisy voice.

Slender and slender fingers stretched out from Scorpius' back, and took the ugly badge from Hermione's palm. Hermione opened her mouth wide in surprise, and then looked at the parchment in her hand with the Chinese characters "Xin Wen" Appearing on the top, next to "Harry Potter" -

"Oh, Professor!" Hermione paled, "This—"

"Did I bother you?" Although he saw that, Wen Xin didn't react too much to it, and his lips curved slightly, "It seems quite interesting."

Hermione blushed and frantically stuffed the parchment into her bag.

"Why are you just taking other people's things?" Scorpius turned around stiffly, ignoring Pansy's low voice of reproach, stepped on the elder brother's foot vigorously and cursed in Chinese.

"I heard her say that she wants to give you something, take it to see if there is anything wrong." Wen Xin restrained his smile, recovered his expressionless face and said indifferently, he also used Chinese to answer - so everyone present could understand Draco was probably the only one. He showed a cold expression and stood beside him with his lips tightly pressed.

"You're driving me crazy. When are you going to leave?" Scorpius asked equally deadpan.

"If I'm happy, I can stay until you graduate—Professor Dumbledore gave me the invitation letter to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the next semester at breakfast." Under Hermione's horrified gaze, Wen Xin conveniently put the badge in his pocket, "This one, confiscated."

"--whatever you want! Whatever you want!" Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth in dismay, "Why are you here if you don't want to eat your lunch?!"

"You haven't answered my question about the dance."

"Now answer you: refuse." Scorpius said firmly.

"Oh, are you ready to pack and go home?"

"Damn it! I'm going to be invited!"

"Wake up, it's noon."

Scorpius shook his lips, feeling that he was on the verge of collapse, watching the cold and noble back of the elder brother when he left, thanks to Pansy dragging him, he did not throw the entire Slytherin table to him face to go.

……

When the second-year team walked out of the castle to the lawn to attend the protection of magical creatures class, it began to rain in the sky.Beetui looked overjoyed, and more than once tried to climb from Scorpius' feet into the huge lake. "Climb again and I'll lock you up." Threatened one last time, Scorpius brought Beetui back from the lake. Today they came to see the mermaids, and Hagrid promised to let the mermaids sing to them if possible. a song.

Tightening his robe, Scorpius felt that he was still wearing less.Putting his fingertips into his pockets, he touched the flame gravel that he put in his pocket before going out in the morning. The warmth was transmitted from his fingertips to every corner of his body through tiny blood vessels, and he began to giggle slightly.

Hagrid was squatting by the lake, dancing and communicating with the mermaids who were not as beautiful as everyone imagined.

Finally, after a male mermaid rudely flicked the water all over his head and face with his tail, a beautiful singing voice finally came from the water.

"Who is singing?" Next to Scorpius, Nord asked in a low voice excitedly.

"I don't know." Scorpius sniffed and looked around in confusion, "I thought all the mermaids had run away."

"It's the mermaids who are singing," said the big professor, looking very cheerful, even though his beard was dripping wet, "They granted my request. In fact, they can only sing under water, on land, Their voices were shrill—oh!" Hagrid quickly covered his mouth as soon as he finished speaking, but it was too late——

The singing stopped abruptly.

There were waves on the surface of the water, and suddenly, water splashed in all directions. A female mermaid jumped up, her lips parted and let out a dizzying scream of anger, and her fin-like ears made a vibrating sound of "puff puff" quickly. , Then she fell back in heavily, swam towards the dark bottom without looking back after slapping her tail fin on the water surface.

"Oh," Hagrid looked guiltily at the gradually calming lake, "They're always a little too sensitive about evaluation."

"..."

The remaining group of children holding textbooks looked at each other speechlessly. A lesson that was supposed to be lively and interesting was messed up by their professors into a scripted course. In the end, they couldn't help but face the mermaid in the illustration of the textbook , listening to Hagrid's boring mermaid breeding knowledge.

……

Dinner time came quickly, and Astoria and the others rushed back to the castle, pushed open the door of the auditorium and the heating came in, and Scorpius sighed, feeling that he had returned to the world from hell.Because Durmstrang and Beauxbaton joined, the auditorium was bustling like never before.Scorpius glanced quickly at the Slytherin table, and the place next to Draco was as empty as ever.

Sitting in his seat with a chill, Scorpius watched Draco wince in contentment.

"It's freezing cold outside," Scorpius mumbled as he poured himself a cup of hot chocolate.

"Don't talk while drinking, you're going to spit it out." Draco warned rather subtly from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, no more." Scorpius put down his glass, "Can we talk?"

"You deserve a good beating," Draco muttered, pushing the glass away, and Zabini leaned over to look at them both with a smile.

After dinner started, Draco kept busy talking to Krum or Balut - Scorpius faced the platinum back of his head almost the entire time.But he didn't care, and after finishing his dinner in a hurry, he began to fidget and move his ass in the seat.

"You're jumping up and down like a restless monkey." The Slytherin prince's languid voice whispered in his ear. "Seriously, what's the matter with you, eh?"

"Waiting for the list of the Triwizard Tournament." Astoria's gentle voice interjected, and now the little girl is sitting next to Millicent, which is not too far from Draco, in fact, quite close, " He's been distracted today, and according to Melavertina, it's even worse in the morning."

Draco narrowed his silver-gray eyes and turned to Scorpius suspiciously.

"Basically, that's it." Scorpius cleared his throat in embarrassment.

"Preferably." Finished without emotion, Draco turned to continue the conversation with Krum, just now they were talking about the special growth structure of the "Dutchman" broom - now, Master Malfoy is smirking Confidently agreeing to the international Quidditch star before him to try out his new broom...vanity.

Scorpius grimaced at the back of his head and turned just in time to see Dumbledore rise from his seat - then Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime, and the Goblet of Fire seemed to feel At this point, an unusual tongue of ice-blue flame spewed out from the cup.

It's time, supper is over--come, dear old man.

Scorpius sat up straight, looking forward.

"Quiet, children. Give me poor old man a moment—yes, it is time, the magical Goblet of Fire will tell us about the participants in this glory—" Dumbledore smiled, brightly His blue eyes sparkled, "After the names of the warriors are announced, I want them to walk behind the staff desk in the auditorium, there is a room there—" He pointed to the door behind, "Of course, the game is not It’s not going to start like that, you’re going to get an initial coaching there to make sure you’re in the best possible shape for the game.”

"A finely tuned wand."

Draco said slowly in a low voice, "It is an adjustment to restore the wand to its best condition. If you personally pay for this service, you need to go to Germany, and every payment will be worth a lot of money."

Scorpius wondered what an amount even Draco thought was "worth a lot of money".

"It seems that Dumbledore spent all his money on organizing this Triwizard Tournament." Prince Slytherin straightened his back and said with a smirk.

"It's a matter of face," Scorpius muttered.

"Oh, I'm not so happy to think that at least half of it is a donation from the Malfoy family - oh my god, what is that!"

The Goblet of Fire crackled, sparks sputtered, and finally spit out a half-burnt parchment.

Dumbledore took it with a smile and announced loudly: "The warrior from Durmstrang - Viktor Krum!"

The bear-like boy beside Draco stood up, frowning slightly, and patted the shoulder of Balut sitting next to him, who shrugged and didn't look particularly disappointed—compared to his Calm down, when Beauxbaton's warrior chose a Veela-like Fleur Delacour, several Beauxbaton girls covered their faces and wept softly.

The Hogwarts contestants showed up last.

Cedric Diggory's name spewed from the Goblet of Fire.

There was an eerie silence in the auditorium, then, from the long Hufflepuff table, there were screams, applause, and countless cheers, followed by thunderous applause from the entire auditorium.

"Yeah, yeah." Draco clapped gracefully and said through gritted teeth, "A Hufflepuff, that's great, they sift through the layers and they pick a Hufflepuff - what else do I expect ?”

"If it wasn't for today, I would have almost forgotten that Hogwarts has four houses." Zabini commented gently but sharply.

Judging from the sour remarks of the boys, it was obvious that indifference was just a trick to deceive children. Scorpius turned his face to his ice bowl and sneered at the half-eaten vanilla ice cream.

But soon, a change caught his attention.

The Goblet of Fire seemed to have something to say.

When everyone was happily celebrating the newly born warrior, it began to shake violently.

Dumbledore stood up again, the smile on his face hadn't had time to hold back——

The Goblet of Fire spewed out another list, which didn't even need someone to read it out, and a low, husky, strange male voice filled the entire auditorium——

Everything seemed so dramatic.

When the name of "Harry Potter" was proclaimed by the male voice in the silent auditorium with a volume that could not be ignored, there was the sound of water spraying from the long Gryffindor table—it was Harry , spewed out the pumpkin juice in his mouth.

"—Oh, that's what makes everyone happy." Draco smiled slightly, his face livid.