[HP] Noble

"Okay, let's get started." Scorpius urged impatiently.

Draco thought for a while, and finally pulled out his wand in a compromise. With a flick of his wrist, the record player not far away slammed open—oh, I thought that thing was purely a Slytherin special What a tasteful decoration!Scorpius craned his neck to look very interested. Of course, he didn't find the vinyl record he thought it was, but the air in front of Draco gradually emerged with golden particles to form a long music list, many of which were It was written directly in Latin, and Draco didn't even look at it. He waved his wand to the left without hesitation, and the golden particles dispersed. After about ten seconds, a new page of content was formed, and he did this about three times. Draco stopped on the third page and chose the second piece.

After the record player creaked for a while, the melodious waltz sounded.

Scorpius shook his head in admiration like a bumpkin: "You look very familiar."

"Every pure-blood family should have one of these." Draco frowned, and said as a matter of course, "Stop talking nonsense, skip a few paragraphs and let me see how you've learned."

"Jump what?"

"According to the beat of the music, let's do a few combinations of basic dance steps." Draco waved his hand, threw his wand back on the coffee table and said impatiently.

Scorpius nodded, and jumped up earnestly—if Scorpius learned anything from Professor McGonagall, it was probably thick-skinned.Now he's free to dance anytime...yes, anywhere.Because under Professor McGonagall's pig-raising collective education, shame or something has already become a cloud from about the beginning of the third class.

If you want to be ashamed, everyone will throw it together, and you will get used to it.

...but he forgot that in front of him now was the Prince of Slytherin, also known as Mr. Draco Malfoy, Prince of Society.

After a relatively perfect eight-bar spin—a pause in the middle to maintain balance—Scorpius feels good about stopping.Then when he looked up, he saw Draco staring at him expressionlessly.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and Draco asked smartly: "Is this what you call 'you can learn well by yourself'?"

Scorpius twitched his mouth: "I never said that."

"You have." Draco said sarcastically.

"No."

Draco decided not to argue with him any further, saying, "Merlin's beard, that stupid half-giant Hagrid can dance better than you."

"Everyone is like this!" Scorpius pouted unconvinced, "If I can dance well, why should I come to you?"

"About 10 minutes ago you tugged on my sleeve and said that you came to me to learn to dance just to talk to me." Draco relentlessly exposed him, and looked meanly at the flushed second-year Slytherin, " So now, the reason is changed again, isn't it?"

Scorpius took a deep breath and told himself to calm down: "Now that you've talked to me, even if it's a step-by-step process, it's time to enter the second step."

"...Okay." Draco replied haughtily, lifting his slender chin.When the platinum noble finally moved his ass and stood up, Scorpius muttered and complained: "You are really difficult sometimes, Draco."

In the melodious waltz music, Master Malfoy grabbed the little Slytherin by the waist, and lazily replied: "I will teach you a lesson for free, Mr. Gretel: things that are too easy to get are usually not cherished - go to the basics first." Dance steps, silly boy, you should at least learn to walk like a normal human being... and then try to turn around."

……

When Pansy and the others finally returned to the common room, Draco couldn't bear it anymore and asked Scorpius to "get your feet off my shoes, I just did a maintenance yesterday!", and hurriedly retracted The person on his own feet tripped because of this, if it wasn't for Draco's quick eyesight and hands to wrap around his waist, he would have fallen to the ground directly.

So Pansy began to laugh from the moment he entered the door, and he couldn't stand up for a long time in the end.Goyle and Crabbe actually wanted to laugh out loud, but since Draco was serious about teaching, the two of them had no choice but to hold back their faces flushed with aggrievedness.

The rest of the Slytherins also found a sofa with a good view and sat down with great interest, chatting leisurely, raising their eyes from time to time to glance at the two people practicing dancing in the middle of the common room... "It's so pitiful, Little Gretel must not have noticed, it's just Malfoy's support that makes him look clumsy." A sixth-year Slytherin said sympathetically to his female companion, who nodded in agreement and covered her mouth and laughed He said that "in fact, most of the lower grade students are more clumsy than him".

In the end, the Slytherins started to join them.Of course, they weren't there to learn anything, for most Slytherins, it was just a special after-dinner pastime.

After Pansy was invited by Zabini to join, there were two people missing on the sofa, and it seemed to be empty in an instant.Astoria raised her pretty face indifferently and glanced at the center of the dance floor, then lowered her head without changing her face, as if she was actually most interested in the book on her lap.The slender and compact body sat down next to her, with the same hair color and pupil color as hers, Daphne Astoria adjusted the lace at the corner of her skirt: "It's not very pleasant, isn't it, Ah S?"

"Stop calling me that stupid name, Daphne," Astoria said dryly.

The pretty fourth-grade girl gave a "giggle" coquettish smile: "Are you sure? I think this name is cute." Astoria glanced at her sister contemptuously, lowered her head as if nothing had happened, and turned over the book in her hand. Page.

Daphne, who didn't get a response, didn't seem to care. In the eyes of outsiders, she just hugged her little sister's shoulders affectionately, lying beside her ear with a happy expression on her face, whispering something that only sisters knew——

"Sometimes a woman is too smart to be proud of, my sister, and you usually find out in the end that you failed because you thought you were too smart."

"I won't fail." Astoria replied coldly.

……

With Draco at the helm, Mr. Scorpius Great thinks he's really improved - especially at the public dance lessons he has to go to whenever he finds himself a little bit older than most used to eating Professor McGonagall. When the students with big pot rice walk much more beautifully, an indescribable sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

Of course, the hero who gave him such a strong contrast cannot do without his "dear dance partner".

"It's been so many days, you haven't made any progress at all." When Harry failed to rotate 135° again, Scorpius said critically... It's hard to tell if there is any smug tone in it.

"Well, Mr. Gretel, I've got other things to do as a damned, obviously superfluous warrior." Harry lifted his head slightly, looking down at his partner's low growl of annoyance.

"An interview, eh?—you should put your arm around my waist, Potter, I'm going to turn around." Scorpius raised his eyebrows, and after Harry clumsily followed suit, he turned around and continued happily Taunting the Savior, "I see, Rita Skeeter, that lunatic reporter at the Daily Prophet, she should write a novel—for Merlin's sake, he robbed you and Draco of my story Written so vividly, it’s as if she’s an eyewitness at all.”

"She had a shorthand quill," said Harry wearily. "In the three days before and after that story came out, I swear the only thing I said to her was, 'That's a rumour'—when she asked me if I was with you. There's something about Malfoy."

"My dad is mad," Scorpius replied cheerfully, "because I'm being written as a slutty and charming slut."

Harry rolled his eyelids and glanced at his partner in surprise, and finally lowered his head resignedly under the calm gaze of the other party and concentrated on his feet: "Oh, surprisingly rude words."

"I don't need to pay attention to appearance with you," said Scorpius obnoxiously, "because even so, I'm still more elegant than you."

"Okay, Slytherin." Harry said weakly, pursing his lips.

In fact, he has been really busy lately.Not only was there Yule Ball to work on - he was already beginning to suspect that Dumbledore was planning to mess them up, yes, although the other students were clearly enjoying it.But Merlin, he still has to work on the second project - there is no hint at all, and the broken golden egg that screams when opened is the only clue.

No one can help him this time, if he doesn't comprehend something in the screaming, he will know what he is going to do on the day of the game-the Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for so many years before he mustered up the courage to hold it again Well, for God's sake, I can't be the first to become a corpse... So, for the first time in his life, Harry found himself sincerely not wanting to spoil the Ministry of Magic.

And it seems that he is always the only one who is troubled.

At least Durmstrang's Warriors have definitely figured it out - why do you say that?

Because Karkaroff started to toss restlessly again.

After breakfast one day near Christmas, Headmaster Dumbledore announced that they would hold a Quidditch match with Durmstrang after Christmas.After Christmas, members of Durmstrang's school team will arrive at Hogwarts.And Hogwarts' temporary school team registration application will be officially launched in the next few days, and the selection is also scheduled for Christmas and after.

As soon as the news was announced, the students who thought they would never see this event again this semester went crazy.

It was obvious from Karkaroff that the idea came up - they had Viktor Krum!An international star Quidditch player - and a defining role as Seeker! ... Isn't this cheating or what?Harry looked helplessly at the three Weasley brothers jumping up and down at the news beside him... Ron, George and Fred.

"We don't have a school team, only a college team." Harry kindly reminded.

"It can be formed, Dumbledore has already said, right?" Ron slammed his spoon on the cup excitedly, "Harry, you will definitely become Hogwarts' Seeker! You will!"

Hearing this sentence, Harry finally felt a little excited, but soon he calmed down again. Being a member of the temporary school team meant competition... and obviously, he would not give up this opportunity, so this It meant that he had one more thing to do.Glancing absently at the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin tables, Harry expected to see that the other three House Seekers also looked very interested.Although he didn't want to admit it, Malfoy was indeed a difficult character, especially after hearing that he had a new broom that surpassed the Firebolt.

"—Anyway, the position of the batter must be ours." Fred's voice sounded in his ears.

"—Of course, man, no one can make the batter's position more passionate than us." George greeted with high spirits.

"You really should go," Harry sneered kindly, "so there are four Bludgers on the field."

……

"—Victor, oh, is your principal bullying us?"

At the long Slytherin table, Draco teased with a half-smile and propped his chin.The tall boy who was called by his name kept frowning sullenly, shook his head seriously and confessed: "I didn't know this news before."

"Happy, Draco, you and Potter can love and want to kill again." Scorpius took a sip of pumpkin juice - Draco always scoffed at the habit of drinking sweet and greasy things early in the morning.

"Probably not this time." Draco said hesitantly, "I don't necessarily want to run for the Seeker position."

Scorpius paused, and turned his head in surprise to stare at the calm platinum nobleman.This time, even Krum turned his head and looked at the heir of the Malfoy family with interest. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "You fly well and are very flexible in the sky. And you have that broom, so you don't have to search for it." It's a pity for the players."

The person who was praised abnormally did not show much complacency, but instead showed a thoughtful look.

"Look, you are being looked down upon, Draco." Zabini leaned over with a smile, and slapped Scorpius' waist carelessly, "I have to tell you, dear boy, Draco did He can be brutal as a golfer - he can knock Goyle off his broom with a stick."

"Hey, I fell because I caught a cold that day." Gore protested.

But no one is going to pay attention to him.

Scorpius raised an eyebrow. "Even if the batter's stick is thicker than his arm?"

Zabini nodded. "Even the batter's stick is thicker than his arm."

"Oh shut up, both of you," Draco said contemptuously, "And please get your paws off him, Blaise."