[HP] Noble

Since Ron's decision not to speak to Harry, Sirius has pretty much filled his void - he's always willing to be with the kids when there's no classes, and otherwise, either at the Potions Professor's Trouble in the office, or on the way to the Potions Master's office for trouble.

And right now, it's clear that his godson needs his help—so the "snotty-nosed" entertainment can be put on hold for now.

Inside the library.

"——I think the Ministry of Magic has obviously gone crazy, which made them think of the idea of ​​transporting four dragons to Hogwarts." Sirius said, but there was a completely different kind of excitement in his black eyes. As a result, his face looked younger than before. He patted his godson's thin shoulder, his tone was very relaxed and he felt good about himself, "Relax, Harry, the Eye Sickness Curse is a good choice."

"...No, I don't think so, Sirius." Hermione buried her head in the tip of an old book and quickly flipped through it, raising a lot of dust with each flip of her movements. Obviously, Gryffindor The know-it-all has already started to get irritable, "The Eye Sickness Curse will irritate those dragons, and they may even step on their own eggs when they are struggling - that will definitely deduct points for Harry!" Hermione closed her mouth with a "snap". Book stood up, "Also, I don't think the Ministry of Magic would be happy with Harry using the Felseed spell to hurt that dragon, no, that's certainly not what they want - for the Warrior to actually defeat a dragon."

"If you have any ideas, Hermione?" Harry feebly poked at the large stack of books Hermione found.

"We have to outsmart." Hermione raised her eyebrows, and said firmly in a tone of looking down on all living beings.

"Dragon's IQ is not too high." Sirius nodded thoughtfully, "This is also possible."

"No, you didn't see that dragon from the east," Harry frowned and moaned nightmarishly, "it even talked—I think it was a bargain or something... maybe, it wasn't a magical creature at all, It’s something like a god.”

"Aha, it looks like you have to face the trouble of defeating Merlin!"

"Not funny, Sirius," said Harry deadpan, "and Gretel told me that."

"Gretel?" Sirius pricked up his ears and asked sensitively.

"Oh, Sirius—" Harry looked mildly at his godfather, "you always act like a really big dog when you talk about him, I can even see your tail wagging."

"He hasn't forgiven me yet." Sirius waved his hands irritably, "Let's not talk about this—how could he see the content of the first project?——" Sirius lowered his voice, "Did Hagrid Didn't they secretly take you there?"

"He is." Harry said, "but Professor Wen took Gretel with him. You know, Gretel has some tricks—the same as the professor." He put his index and middle fingers together, and took a piece of paper. The bookmark waved, "Here, like this—"

Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder with a frantic "I understand" attitude, and said without hesitation, "Harry, so you should ask Scorpius, he must know what to do - we need There are two sets of plans to deal with the other three dragons, and there is a single method to deal with the Eastern Dragon—this one has to be left to Scorpius."

"Hermione, I'm not stupid at all." Harry took a deep breath. "Actually, how do you know I didn't ask Gretel that stupid question?"

"That's not a silly question at all, Harry!" said Hermione sternly.

"But Gretel's answer made me think it was a fool of me to ask him—"

"No, the whole school is rumoring that he likes you." Sirius smiled slightly.

"The current version is that he dumped me and got back with Malfoy, Sirius." Harry said dryly, "For Merlin's sake, how did your news stay three years ago? "

"——his news only stays on the part he needs to know." Hermione sat down again, ignoring Sirius' "you really know me" look on his face, "Now tell us, Harry, Scorpius is How to answer you?"

"He had that Malfoy look—you know," Harry smirked exaggeratedly, "tell me: pray."

Hermione: "..."

Sirius: "..."

Harry rolled his eyes slightly mockingly: "Maybe I'll have to bring a crucifix into the game?—"

"If you want to bring it, put it in your pocket when you draw lots." Hermione said helplessly, raising her chin and clearing her throat.

"Hey, I can't see, you can be quite humorous sometimes, Hermione."

"Oh shut up, Harry."

……

Harry Potter's dire straits are always a good sight for Slytherins - and it helps stimulate their creative urges.At this very moment, in the Slytherin common room, Draco was lounging by the crackling fire, holding his wand in his right hand, and muttering to himself a badge in front of him, which was painted in yellow The light flickered with some scattered letters.

As soon as Scorpius walked into the lounge after Potions class, he heard Goyle and Crabbe giggling. He walked over and took a closer look. Most of the idle people gathered together in a group, and there was a conspicuous one in the middle. His platinum-gold head looked triumphant.

"What's up Potter - Potter - Potter?" Draco's voice came lazily from the crowd.

"How about 'stinky shit'?" Zabini suggested with a smirk, fiddling with the quill in his hand.

"No! Blaise. I don't want to hang words like that on my chest!" Objected in disgust, it was Pansy.

"Okay, okay, don't quarrel." Draco smiled lowly, "Respect the lady's opinion, then it stinks—'Potter stinks'."

"Excuse me, excuse me." Scorpius squeezed through a group of senior Slytherins, finally squeezed into the innermost part of the circle and found a place to sit down, Zabini lazily raised his eyelids from behind the quill and glanced at him , gave him a reserved smile.At this time, the platinum nobleman in the center was waving his magic wand engrossedly. Numerous golden dust-like objects scattered in the air, then slowly fell, and landed on a delicate badge in a certain order. Shield-mounted badge, silver openwork lace, Slytherin green background—

"In order to increase the audience." Zabini announced in a serious tone, he took Draco's finished product, took out a hawthorn wand and tapped on it, "Potter stinks" flashed, and became Another line "Support Cedric Diggory".Draco frowned in disgust, and said in a drawn-out tone, "I don't support that big fool."

"Okay, don't be self-willed, Draco." Zabini smiled slyly, "You can always just hang on to the 'Potter stinks' side, I just want the Hufflepuffs to enjoy it too , their people are much more numerous than ours."

…The next day, the badge became a stylish new adornment inside Hogwarts.

Scorpius refused to hang that stupid thing with lame reasons like "I don't want to hang things on my robes". Thinking about it, it seems that the little Slytherin refused Hermione Granger in the same way. Reason, Draco had no choice but to give up, but his face was not very good-looking, but fortunately this time he didn't lose his temper at anyone.

The first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hufflepuff endured the monstrous anger from Professor Black, so before entering the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he pulled out his wand at the door and adjusted his badge to make it blank or "support plug Derry Diggory" was a second new fashion.

When Harry walked through the corridors, he always encountered a few - well, most - students chatting against the castle walls, and they adjusted their angles with casual movements as he passed them , aiming the words on his chest at the golden boy who was passing by, as if to let him see clearly——

But that's okay, Harry told himself, I don't care.

The library had become almost his favorite place, where the light was low and everyone was sitting at their desks, blocking the shiny badges—and, moreover, he needed books more than ever.

"This book says that dragons are extremely difficult to kill, because their skin is permeated with ancient protective magic—" Hermione turned the page quickly, "No, it's definitely not this, even a seventh year student You can't kill a dragon." She muttered to herself.

"This book is teaching me how to maintain the dragon's claws and make them sharper." Harry closed the book ironically, and whispered angrily, "You say, if I wipe its claws - become spotless or something, Will it give me a golden egg as a reward?"

"Don't worry, Harry, we will always find a way." Hermione sighed helplessly.

"—give me the inkwell, gills."

A deliberately low order came from not far away.

Harry turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, he saw a platinum-blonde head, with a huge book spread out in his hand, engrossed in copying something on a piece of parchment.And beside him sat a relatively short figure, with his head propped on one hand, half of his body was rubbing against the body of the senior Slytherin beside him, obviously dozing off——

When his name was called suddenly, he trembled heavily as if in shock. He subconsciously pulled out his wand, and nodded at the ink bottle at the far end of the table: "The ink bottle is flying——"

The inkwell tipped, flew across the table, and… spilled it all on Draco's parchment.

Draco jerked to his feet, chair screeching on the floor ("Keep quiet! Boys!" the librarian poked his head out from behind one of the bookshelves), hissing annoyedly at him Roar: "You are an undercover agent sent by a troll—Merlin! Why are you so lazy! Will standing up and taking two steps exhaust you to death?——"

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Scorpius' apologetic voice sounded, and he mumbled, "I'm not sober—"

Draco couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore, he pulled out his wand viciously, took out a piece of scratch paper while cursing, and transferred the stained ink on the paper to the scratch paper—

Harry looked up, meeting Hermione's eyes.

He flinched in fear from the manic eyes of the other party: "What's the matter, Hermione?" he asked uneasily.

"For the past two days, I have been thinking about how to make the dragon dull," Hermione said quickly, picked up the pile of books and stood up, stuffed them all back on the bookshelf, then went around to the back, and took out other books. I came back with a few books, and put them heavily on the table, "But now I find that there is no need to do this—we just need to make you more flexible—"

"Sorry, Hermione." Infected by Hermione's emotions, Harry felt his blood flow backwards, "You mean, what can you do?—"

"Yes, Harry, I have an idea." The Gryffindor know-it-all's dark brown eyes rolled quickly, and he said cheerfully, "We have to let you fly."