[HP] Noble

Everyone in the auditorium, without any surprise, turned their heads and stared at Harry,—different from the admiration and friendly jealousy when Cedric was drawn, at this moment, the eyes of everyone Surprise and doubt occupy the majority.It's great to be famous again... Harry thought to himself ironically, thinking that he was used to this, but when it happened again, Harry found in frustration that he might never be able to face it calmly. Gaze, especially when he's really innocent.

Immediately there was an explosion in the Great Hall, the students at the Hufflepuff table now looked more angry than ever, and Cedric - oh, Harry couldn't see his reaction, because he had followed the two previous warriors Disappear in the mysterious little door behind the teacher's desk.

The Gryffindors were quarreling about how they should behave, their house produced warriors, but that wasn't supposed to be, a school could only have one warrior, and Harry was underage.

Even his two best friends acted quite differently—

"Who threw your name in?" Hermione asked worriedly, lowering her voice.

"Hey, I said buddy—how did you put your name in there?" Ron grabbed his ice cream spoon, his voice a little unusually high.

Hermione turned her head and stared at the red-haired boy in disbelief: "Harry didn't, you idiot! You've been with him all day, don't you understand when and what he did? - you think it's West?" Reece? Harry? He always seems to want you to do something."

By the way, Sirius.Harry subconsciously looked up at the teaching work. There, his godfather stood up from his seat, his face no longer had a happy expression, but instead looked a little nervous and frightened. He looked at himself in confusion, his face pale— — "No, it wasn't," Harry whispered, "Sirius didn't do it, you could tell by the look on his face."

Hermione opened her lips and wanted to say something, but Dumbledore interrupted her, trying to draw everyone's attention to himself. As he spoke, Harry vaguely heard Ron mutter "But He has an invisibility cloak" and something like that, and Harry felt his stomach twist into a piece, making him desperate to stand up, hold his best friend down and give him a good beating.

"Quiet——" Dumbledore's face was serious, he didn't look at Harry, his calm blue eyes swept quietly to every student in the auditorium, including those of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, "Obviously, the Goblet of Fire appeared There were some problems."

"It is the best choice to void the last name, Dumbledore." Karkaroff also stood up and said leisurely.

"I agree with Karkaroff, Hogwarts shouldn't have two warriors, it's not fair." Madam Maxim's face was tense, looking like an angry hippopotamus, "If this boy also participated in the competition , I think Beauxbaton also has the right to select the No.2 warrior."

"We don't have any more resources to allow two more contestants, dear Maxim." Dumbledore said lightly. Now, the old man finally showed signs of aging, and he sighed very tiredly "I am so confident in the Hogwarts students selected by the Goblet of Fire that I disdain to do anything with it to ensure that Hogwarts can have a second successor, and that is still a minor. student."

Madam Maxim snorted: "I also have full confidence in my students."

"I don't doubt it, Maxim. It's my restriction spell that's slipping—I'm very sorry for that."

Karkaroff said contemptuously, "Apologies are not for dinner, Dumbledore."

"Theoretically yes, but in the face of the established facts, it can." Dumbledore said softly, and then he gave way and gestured to Harry, signaling him to come to the staff table as soon as possible , and then go into the little door.

Harry stood up stiffly, his feet stepped on the soft carpet, he felt that his whole body was light and light, and everyone's eyes were going to shoot him right through his back—compared to Hufflepuff, who was most famous for his loyalty. The anger of the geeks, and the gloating gazes of the Slytherins seem so kind and lovely.

The dinner was over, and all the students stood up, chatting with each other and preparing to leave the auditorium—originally, Harry should also stand in that line, congratulate the excited Hufflepuffs, and then guess with Ron What's the content of the first item——

Behind him, the concerned gaze from Sirius did not bring him much comfort. When his stomach was hanging down to his buttocks, Harry tentatively pushed the cold door.

The door opened.

……

Draco sat slowly by the fire, looking eerily calm from beginning to end.

"You may be the only student in Hogwarts who believes that Potter didn't throw his name into the Goblet of Fire." Zabini sat down next to him thoughtfully, and said softly.

"This is really unexpected, is it going to be the end of the world?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows, sat cross-legged on the soft carpet with his chin propped up, watching Bitui slowly crawling around on the table in front of him.

"No," Draco said haughtily, "because he can't."

Scorpius was stunned: "How are you sure?"

"Because I can't do it, he can't do it." Draco calmly flipped his soft platinum hair, "That Potter is not that capable of fooling Dumbledore—even if That age-restricted magic circle has gone awry, and it's not in his head."

"Maybe someone threw his name into the Goblet of Fire." Astoria sat down gracefully beside Scorpius, facing Draco who was lying sprawled on the sofa. The reporter raised his head slightly, gave her a glance of approval, and then fell back again.This little interaction made Scorpius feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat, and moved to the side silently in the posture of holding Beetui.

Then he felt something was wrong again, and pretended to glance at Astoria casually, but fortunately, the latter didn't notice this.

Too much fuss.Scorpius blamed himself and swore to himself that this would never happen again - they are all your friends and you should support them.

Then after a whole night of flipping and turning, Scorpius came to the conclusion that it couldn't be done.

The next day was the weekend, when Scorpius took a shower and went downstairs, Draco and others had already stayed by the fire in the common room——Pansy was missing, Draco and Goyle, Crabbe and Zabini were working on horribly long-looking papers, and Draco had mostly heavy books beside him, and his parchment was hanging on the floor.

"Your dark circles look like you haven't had a good night's sleep in a century."

As Scorpius sat down beside him, the Slytherin prince shoved away his paper (Goyle yanked it as if he had found a savior and started copying, Draco took his wand from his hand , squeezed Scorpius' chin and turned his face to face him forcibly.

Scorpius blushed symbolically, then slapped the senior Slytherin's hand away and muttered, "Oh, come on, I'm not a little girl."

"Of course I know you are not, there are so many problems." Draco let go of his hand lazily, and quickly threw a few spells similar to radiant on Scorpius' face, and now even Scorpius himself felt It's better.

"Uh," watching the platinum noble throw away his wand and turn to grab his parchment back from Goyle, Scorpius looked around blankly, and finally asked a weird question, "Astoria Woolen cloth?"

Saying that, Scorpius regretted it.For a moment, the small area fell into a terrible silence.

Zabini stopped writing quickly and looked up.And Goyle and Crabbe also forgot to snatch the parchment with Draco. The latter had quick eyesight and quick hands, and pulled back his potion homework. Cole replied, of course, "How would I know, maybe the library?"

Scorpius smiled weakly at him.

Draco frowned slightly in confusion: "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine."

"No, what's the matter with you." Prince Slytherin was so idle today, it seemed that he was not prepared to let Scorpius go so easily, he leaned over, and Scorpius even smelled the smell that he always had on him With a faint cologne fragrance, "Tell me about it." His voice was low and full of temptation.

"Don't tease him, Draco." Zabini had no choice but to warn across the two.

Draco ignored him and moved closer, Scorpius moved his ass, and finally fell back into the soft sofa, hitting his head hard on Crabbe's thigh, who wailed, Said he was hurt.

At this time, Scorpius thought that the tip of his nose was almost touching Draco's pale and straight nose, but Draco was stunned, narrowed his silver-gray eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to roughly pull Scorpius away. Get up: "Get up, what's the matter with lying on Crabbe's lap?"

"Oh, I don't know who forced it, why are you so close to me?" Scorpius retorted angrily.

"Maybe a warm good morning kiss to you?"

"Fuck you mellow."

"Okay, kids, big or small, let's get down to business, come and tell me, is it because of Astoria that you've been so abnormal lately?"

"..." Maybe, but not entirely, Scorpius chose to remain silent.

In Draco's eyes, that was the default.He didn't look very surprised. Now, he backed away completely, casually took a thick and scary book called "Exquisite Herbal Medicine" from his hand, and flipped through it casually, but everyone knew that his attention Not on that.The common room was eerily quiet, save for the crackling sound of the firewood in the fireplace.

With a muffled "snap", Draco closed the book.

He closed his eyes slightly, leaned back on the soft Slytherin green sofa, his face looked very calm and distant.

After a long time, he opened his silver gray eyes and turned to look at Scorpius: "Do you like her?"

Scorpius shook his head.

But Draco obviously didn't believe it, he chuckled, but he didn't seem to be smiling much: "Don't you want to say, you like me?"

Goyle's quill scratched his parchment, and Zabini sat on the armchair, staring at the two of them without moving.

Scorpius stood up without a word, and pasted a yellow talisman on Draco's forehead with lightning speed. Draco's slightly indifferent smile froze on his face, and his whole body Stay rigidly in place.

"I'd rather like Potter," Scorpius said sarcastically.

Then, the little Slytherin looked down at the surrounding fourth graders with a condescending gaze, and warned hoarsely: "No one should try to touch that piece of yellow paper, or I guarantee that he will continue to suffer bad luck." A week—stay, Your Highness. No one can save you."