[HP] Noble

Wen Xin's expression sank: "Shut up."

Scorpius shook his head warily, refusing to die with him.

Wen Xin's expression softened a little, and he said calmly, "I can transport him here, but I'm afraid he will kill me?" He paused, and then ordered, "Come behind me."

Scorpius twisted his head stiffly, weighing between the senior brother and Zhulong, and finally rolled back behind Wen Xin in a dejected manner. The latter pursed his thin lips, looking very satisfied with this sensible choice.He turned to the giant dragon floating in mid-air, and said lightly without even a trace of fear: "Zhu Jiuyin, you were supposed to stay in the sunless northwest to illuminate the dark gate, but you ran to a place in the Central Plains and was captured by my master." , the skills are not as good as others, so you should be willing to gamble and admit defeat."

That Zhulong snorted coldly, and seemed very unimpressed by what Wen Xin said——

[This deity has stayed alone in that barren land for more than a thousand years, and he is also willing. If this deity does not want to continue to hold candles to illuminate, who can do anything to me? ]

"I have been doing it for more than a thousand years, so you can stop doing it if you say you don't do it?" Wen Xin's lips formed a contemptuous arc, "If you don't follow, you can stay in this Jiugong Bagua formation for the rest of your life."

[Bold! ]

"It's easy to say, it's natural for a thief to be brave."

Scorpius took a step back and simply hid behind Hagrid - the big man gave him a little more sense of security, his shoulder bumped into something in the air, and Scorpius remembered that there was Potter after being startled.Withdrawing his gaze, the second-year Slytherin glared at his elder brother as if he had seen a ghost. Unexpectedly, this guy is actually a bit of a hooligan. Poor Zhu Longgui is a god of enlightenment, and he is compared to the sun in some mythological books The incarnation of this moment is also speechless for a moment, really threatened——

I saw the oil-painted face stiffen, and then the candle dragon said stiffly: "Don't think that this deity is really afraid of you. If it weren't for your ancestor Zhang Daoling's fate with this deity, your Maoshan Taoism would be destroyed today." One line, save the future from harming the living beings in the world——]

"That's natural. When the dragons and stars gather together, even the real man has to be willing to step down from the dragon chair and change the dynasty." Wen Xin smiled gently, and gave Zhulong a step, "Today, Wen Xin, the 110th second-generation chief disciple of the Maoshan School, Xin, I brought my junior here to ask the Great Emperor Longzun for help."

[The tone now is respectful. ] Zhulong sneered, unmoved.

"After the matter is done, you shall return your freedom."

[What a big tone, this deity is leaving, who dares to stay? ]

"The world is far and wide, if you don't disturb the order of the world, the current scriptures of Taoism order all the disciples of the sects to never disturb it."

[...What's the matter, anyway, the deity has been flustered recently, why don't you tell me? ]

"It's to put on a play in this foreign land, and let a child get a golden egg from a pile of dragon eggs through you."

Candle Dragon exploded immediately: [Presumptuous!This deity is not a bird or a beast, but also a male, so where does the theory of dragon eggs come from? ]

The corners of Wen Xin's eyes twitched, and he said with a headache, "Fake, someone else's egg."

So the candle dragon finally relaxed a bit, and hummed arrogantly: [Why is it so difficult?That being the case, just take it, why do you need to act? ]

"...I also respectfully ask Emperor Longzun to resist appropriately, and then pretend to be defeated."

[No, do you think this deity is that old man, the Dragon King of the South China Sea, who only takes entertaining the public as his mission?Governance of the South China Sea is missing, but there is a little bit of skill in dancing swords and playing the piano in front of the Jade Emperor. ] Candle Dragon said disdainfully.

Having said that, Scorpius began to sympathize with the person who is about to draw Candle Dragon. According to his temperament, even if he agrees, he may not cooperate obediently. If he uses some harmful spell to hurt him, this fellow Doesn't anger have to turn the playing field upside down?At that time, I don't know if Dumbledore can clean up the mess. Scorpius looked at Wenxin's back suspiciously.

At this time, Scorpius felt a person behind him poking his waist desperately, he stepped on the foot of the person behind him, and warned in a low voice: "Be honest, Potter!"

Harry lifted a corner of the invisibility cloak, revealing a pair of green eyes and blinking: "What are they talking about?"

"Master... the professor is trying to persuade it not to play with you to death." Scorpius hooked the corners of his lips and said harshly.

"Oh," Harry paused, "can you make them speak English?"

"No."

"Then can you translate for me?"

"No."

"It came from the East?"

"Yes."

"How to deal with it?—" Harry hesitated for a moment. "Well, you know, it doesn't look much like the three dragons out there."

"Obviously." Scorpius curled his lips lazily, "They can't chat with you—this is a fetish, not a creature."

Harry looked longingly at the black candle dragon flying into the sky in the half-blank mist and fairy air, with a trace of awe in his eyes, and finally his gaze wandered, fixed on Scorpius' face, and asked seriously: "Are you sure?" Know how to beat him—I mean, how to survive until the next day with my success under his mouth."

"Yes." Scorpius snorted, Harry turned to look at him expectantly, and Slytherin gave him a standard smirk, and said clearly, "Pray."

"..." Harry's anticipation froze on his face, and then shattered.

……

- "So dragons, right? - Warriors need dragons to get something they guard, heck, that sounds cool, Dragon Quest...reminiscent of old chivalry .”

Draco slammed himself back onto the soft sofa in the Slytherin common room and asked in a low voice.

"They want eggs, not princesses."

"What's the difference?" Prince Slytherin asked blankly, and Scorpius snorted noncommittally at the hearth where the warm flames were beating.

To Scorpius' surprise, when he returned, it was already past the curfew, and the person who he thought he would only see again at the breakfast table in the Great Hall the next day unexpectedly waited patiently in the Slytherin common room .When Scorpius walked in, Prince Slytherin was yawning No.17 listlessly, "I'm not going to wait for you if you don't come back." He said with a kind of grace, for this, Scorpius returned him with a not-so-impressed roll of the eye.

However, at this moment, Draco's exquisite face could not conceal the excitement, although he was clearly trying to put himself in a contemplative state, but--everyone could see the corners of his lips slightly rising into a beautiful smile. The arc of, "A real dragon, eh?"

"Yes, a real dragon. Instead of letting the warrior pass you, Dragon Prince." Scorpius said dryly, looking down at his homework, "Unless you can lay a few dragon eggs-hey, what is this low-level mistake What's the matter, don't you claim to be the first in Slytherin in your homework?"

"Of course I'm number one, but you're not." Draco said seriously, "I thought you'd make that mistake, so I'm imitating you."

Without saying a word, Scorpius slammed the notebook in his face.Normally, Draco was already furious, but today Draco didn't care about it at all. He was eager to get more news. He took an apple from his side and threw it up and down, but he seemed absent-minded. , he lowered his eyes and asked vaguely: "Forget about those ridiculous homework... Uh, what did you see? I mean," he stopped his movements, tensed his body and sat up straight, and asked expectantly, "What's there?" dragon?"

"Hungarian Horntail."

Draco was stunned, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Are you sure it's this one? That one can be regarded as the most ferocious among the types of dragons."

"Sure." Scorpius shrugged. "Weasley's brother is there, I heard them discussing it."

"I know, that Charlie Weasley, is he here too." Draco frowned in disgust, "I think he's the only one of the Weasleys worth paying attention to - but I don't care, okay Go ahead, I'm assuming there are four dragons, correct?"

"Yes." Scorpius racked his brains. "And Sweden...what?"

"Swedish Brachysaurus, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes, this is it." Scorpius waved his hand, "It's silver-blue, and it's small in stature—for dragons."

Draco frowned slightly thoughtfully: "This kind of dragon is not at the same level as the Hungarian Horntail. It seems unfair to set up the competition like this."

"Come on, it was decided by lottery. Who can I blame for my bad luck?" Scorpius smirked, "And the Welsh Green Dragon."

"Ordinary dragons, I saw them in the Dragon Museum in Egypt, the living ones—maybe it's that one." Draco lost interest, pushed away a pair of wizard chess and put his legs on it, "Finally One don't disappoint me, tell me, what is that?"

"Our Chinese, Candle Dragon."

"Oh, the same as Beatrice?" Draco squinted and yawned.

"Betui is only the size of a small scale of it." Scorpius spat viciously.

Draco paused in the middle of a yawn, raised an eyebrow, and now, with his soft platinum-blonde hair scrambling on the Slytherin-green cushion, he looked entirely less aristocratic, It can be seen that he is really exhausted.

"If what you say is true," Draco said delicately, "then the guy is probably quite big."

"Oh, of course, he has great abilities." Scorpius felt very proud, although he himself didn't know why he was so proud, "That guy is actually a god in ancient Chinese legends, and the clouds are dense when he breathes , the heavy snow is flying, it becomes winter, and when you breathe out, the sun is red and the sun is burning, and the gold and stone are flowing, and it becomes summer. When you close your eyes, it is night, and when you open them, it is day-"

"You sound smug."

"I do not have."

"You have."

"No."

"Have."

"No! Oh shut up - Draco!"

"Okay, let's change the subject, you wayward brat—can you deal with it? This 'Zhulong'." Draco tilted his head, awkwardly imitating Scorpius' Chinese pronunciation of calling Zhulong name.

"No." Scorpius reminded dryly, "If you can't get your tongue around, you can call it 'Chinese Fireball Dragon'."

Draco froze for a moment, then laughed, and Scorpius thoughtfully waited for him to laugh enough, and said out of breath, "Merlin's socks, that's such a cute name, who named it?"

"Maybe Weasley."

Draco nodded approvingly: "I agree, that sounds like Weasley-grade taste."

"That Charlie Weasley dresses pretty cool."

"There's something wrong with your taste, obviously."

"Shit! You wouldn't say that when you saw him!"

"Rude, boy."

"You might see Charlie Weasley tomorrow," Scorpius insisted.

"Then I won't change my opinion." Draco stood up and said in a drawn-out tone, "Now, I'm going to bed."

Scorpius also stood up. In fact, he was the one who was about to collapse from exhaustion. The road in the Forbidden Forest was uneven, full of twisted roots——

As he walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, Scorpius thought of a question: How would Harry Potter deal with these huge creatures?

Maybe ask Hermione Granger tomorrow, that girl always has a lot of ideas.

……well?never mind.Potter probably won't have the chance to ask Hermione, Scorpius thought sarcastically, almost forgot there was Professor Black, didn't he?