[HP] Noble

At this moment, Scorpius and Draco were sitting side by side by a clean coffee table, each of them got a piece of Black Forest cake, when Scorpius stuffed the last bit of cake into his mouth, Draco Laco was absent-mindedly pushing a fresh cherry on top of the cake with a silver fork engraved with the Black family crest.

There was a soft, clean rug under the Slytherins' buttocks - the rug was the normal alpaca color, so clean it was almost spotless -

"The only place in the house you can put your feet on" - this is the compliment from Draco Malfoy.The carpet felt soft and thick, and it was obvious that it was just one of Sirius' triumphs after he made up his mind to make the house not disliked by the Slytherins.

"You said that we would meet soon during the summer vacation—" Scorpius put down the plate in his hand, and politely thanked Mrs. Weasley who quickly stepped forward to take the plate ("You're welcome, my child." The latter Smiling), turned his head back, and refocused on Draco, "Is this what you said 'soon'?"

"Isn't it fast enough?" Draco asked lazily. "It's only been three weeks since summer vacation."

"You haven't even written me a single letter in the meantime—and obviously, you owe me a lot of explanations, like the Order of the Phoenix, like why you're here, like why I'm here, you know, The newspapers outside are...uh..." Scorpius hesitated suddenly.

"Comments on the Malfoys?" Draco raised the corners of his lips disdainfully, showing a disdainful expression, "I can imagine what they said, and I must admit that most of their comments are true."

Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth, and when he was about to exaggerate that Draco was really calm, someone suddenly interrupted them——

"—I can't believe it, I'm about to hear the Malfoys confess their crimes." A person sat down on the dirty sofa opposite.

Although this person's clothes are not clean, but just sitting on the sofa that probably hasn't been cleaned, at least on the surface, this behavior makes Scorpius raise his eyebrows slightly, looking at the sofa sitting Opposite them was obviously a person who was ready to join them at any time, and sneered: "Potter, don't you have anything else to do?"

"Probably not." Harry shrugged, and then he turned to Draco, "Come on Malfoy, I never thought we'd be able to talk peacefully across a coffee table instead of trying to poke him to death with wands other side."

"Correction," Draco said dryly, "I don't need to 'go all the way' to stab you to death."

"Looks like I've survived by luck for the past four years," said Harry nonchalantly. "What are you doing here?"

After hesitating for a moment, Draco said, "Guiding you to complete your studies."

Scorpius laughed.

In exchange for Prince Slytherin's vicious squint, Draco lowered his voice and hissed, "Don't laugh, you fool, I mean it - Potter, I sincerely wish Dumbledore had told You, you will put all your focus on learning a spell called 'Occlumency' during this summer vacation?"

Scorpius asked inexplicably: "What is Occlumency?"

Draco tensed his face and looked around. Fortunately, there were people coming and going, but everyone basically ignored them: "...do you dare to keep your voice down? Merlin! I really want to put you back in the flower pot go."

"Yo, well," Scorpius sneered, "it seems that I have heard a great secret."

"Actually—" Harry cleared his throat, trying to interrupt their conversation, and he said stiffly until he was sure that the two Slytherins were paying attention to him, "Dumbledore doesn't care about anything." Didn't tell me, to be honest, he hasn't talked to me in a long time, has he?"

"Don't be so ridiculous, Potter, your expression looks like an abandoned... prince?" The senior Slytherin raised his eyebrows, a little unbelievably sarcastic, obviously, if everyone in the house now If everyone is taking care of Harry's emotions, then at least Master Malfoy thinks he just needs a little realistic shocking education, "I don't know much, Potter, I don't even know why someone as insignificant as you needs to learn Occlumency—”

Draco's words seemed to remind Harry of some unpleasant memories, and Gryffindor interrupted him with a gloomy face: "I saw you were directly apparated into the yard by Snape with your eyes covered. of."

Draco took a deep breath and said, almost patiently, as calmly as possible: "Yes."

"What does this mean?"

"On behalf of the Malfoy family - we're not entirely on your side," Draco said nonchalantly.

"Frankly," Scorpius sighed heartily. "These reporters at the Daily Prophet knew they might go crazy if they missed this."

"You can write and ask them if they need child labor, so you can write them 'about the life of those poor people in the Order of the Phoenix', if your writing is not as bad as it was at the end of last semester (although it is only a few years ago now) three weeks), maybe they would be willing to give you a corner for a column—” Prince Slytherin snorted unceremoniously, “Also, as far as I know, the Great Family did not join the Order of the Phoenix— —No, you are here only because of a crappy Chinese invitation letter written by Dumbledore."

The person who was sprayed was stunned: "Oh! I thought it was just my illusion that the phoenix flew into my grandfather's room through the window...it seems not."

"That big shedding bird, I really hope he hasn't covered your house with bird feathers - his name is Fawkes, and he was hatched long ago from a phoenix egg that Dumbledore picked up around the Mediterranean." Draco snorted and decided not to tell anyone that when he tried to pet this big, annoying bird, it would just stretch its neck and try to bite off his fingers.

Harry: "Why did you teach me that, the brain...uh, what?"

"Because Professor Snape is a master at this, and he's taught me to practice this spell since I could read—"

Scorpius was surprised: "... there are so many things you have to do when you just start learning how to read."

Harry smiled genuinely for the first time in a day, but it also disappeared very quickly.

Draco moved his hand that was originally placed on the table, and finally resisted the urge to throw Scorpius out of the window, paused, and then continued: "'Occlumency' is a preschool technique for traditional wizard families. One of the obligatory things most Slytherins do - because of certain little-known family secrets, but they don't know as well as I do - like how easily I can tell which girl Goyle and Crabbe like."

Scorpius: "Who!"

Draco: "It's a pity that this is not our focus today, so skip this. Okay, silly baby Potter, what more do you have to ask? Before dinner, I was in a good mood."

After hesitating for a moment, Harry asked, "Why you?"

"Excuse me, is what I just said all nonsense?"

"...Oh, that's not what I meant," Harry raised an eyebrow. "I mean, why you? What about Snape?"

"Are you expecting Professor Snape?" Draco was a little surprised this time, "Or does it mean that my impression of you is worse than that of Professor Snape? - well, you don't need to answer This question Potter, let’s just think so, let me keep this victory, so that my good mood can last until I wake up tomorrow.”

Harry's lips were drawn into a tight slit.

Draco looked very satisfied with himself, he stood up, straightened his collar, and walked contentedly to the end of the corridor to chat with the portrait of the crazy woman - when people discovered that when the cover was lifted Rag, after he was the only one who didn't get picked on or snarled, didn't bother to care what he was up to.

"—Of course, I was just chatting with Grandma Black." When Scorpius asked about this, Draco gave him a contemptuous glance, and said as a matter of course, "Why is she yelling at me?" Call?"

Scorpius was silent, he was ashamed to speak because she was yelling at almost everyone in the room.

That night, Draco and Professor Snape were finally willing to stay at the table for dinner. Sirius looked very happy. After the rich dinner, he eagerly distributed the after-dinner creme brulee to everyone— Scorpius noticed that the Slytherin leader's portion contained a little more unfamiliar fruit sandwich, followed by vanilla-flavored ice cream. While eating ice cream, a large group of owls rushed in from the open window .

Ginny screamed and fell backwards, and Sirius, who was sitting next to her, quickly supported her - the scene was chaotic.One landed erratically, flapping its wings and gliding all the way, knocking over countless plates. Finally, when it slid past Draco's nose, the platinum nobleman kindly reached out and grabbed it firmly. The owl jumped out of his palm. A head popped out, and he nibbled his finger affectionately with a hard peck.

Then he stretched out his claws at him.

As if inspired by it, all the owls jumped up and down in front of every child who was still in school, and stretched out their paws one by one——

They carry a new semester's book list, a final exam report card that needs to be signed by the parents, and some fragmented routine notices and so on—

Scorpius finished opening his own, and turned his head to look at Draco's, so he watched the platinum nobleman shake his envelope upside down expressionlessly, and then, a silver and green - exquisite workmanship But the badge that looks like it has been around for some time appears in his palm.

The emblem is in the shape of a shield, with a snake spouting a core coiled in the middle, and the edge of the shield is decorated with silver engravings.Unlike the cheap decorative badges sold in the market, the pattern in this badge will not move, but the workmanship of every place is extremely careful, and even the obsolescence caused by the use of the last year also fills it with a little other flavor .

"Congratulations, boy, Lucius would be proud of you," Snape said, putting down the cutlery, as calmly as he always spoke.

"Prefect, my God," said Ron, who was not very enthusiastic because of his report card. He slowly opened his envelope and glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye, "It's still a Quidditch Academy captain, next semester, the threshold for ferrets will be leveled by those crazy girls—”

"Ron Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley had to raise her voice, "You should learn to be polite and don't call your classmates by nicknames. He is a prefect, and what are you—"

"...a prefect." Ron held up the red and gold badge in his hand in disbelief, then turned over his envelope with a face full of surprise, making sure that it said "Ron Weasley" and not anything else What, looked into the envelope nervously again, and then he turned to his mother with a stiff face, obviously overstimulated, "Mom, I got my prefect badge."

Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and gave him the most passionate kiss of his life.Mr. Weasley also swept away his previous fatigue, and patted his youngest son's shoulder with his big hands, unable to utter a word in excitement.

Harry squeezed the flat envelope without any bulges, wondering if he could laugh so hard that it was uglier than crying.

He turned to Hermione, and was sure he wasn't the worst one - because Hermione actually cried, even though it was tears of joy, and she got the prefect's badge too.

Scorpius exchanged glances with George, Fred, and Ginny, and at the same time saw subtle emotions in each other's eyes——

What is the probability?There can be three prefects at a table.

It seems that I live in an excellent group without knowing it at all, Scorpius thought sarcastically, I haven't done a word of my summer homework, the contrast is really stark.