[HP] Noble

When the door of Dumbledore's office was officially opened in front of them, it was as if the old tape recorder was suddenly turned off, and all the sound suddenly disappeared.The light in the office was dim, and everything stayed in place quietly as if it had fallen into a deep sleep. The portraits of previous principals were hung on the wall, snoring loudly.

Scorpius looked up, just in time to bump into an old headmaster, his portrait was all Slytherin green against the background - it was a Slytherin.He was peeking out through the raised collar, and after meeting Scorpius' eyes, he quickly looked away, closed his eyes and let out an extremely loud snoring sound.

It's not some imaginary pajama party, in fact, their old headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore, is wearing the white wizard robe with blue stars in the daytime, sitting in his office Behind the desk, when Scorpius entered the office, he was looking at a long parchment document dragged on the ground by the dim candlelight.And at this moment, the elderly headmaster's piercing blue eyes were fixed on the group of people entering the office through half-moon spectacles.

"Good night, children... good night, Minerva, oh, look at you, are we in trouble?"

Professor McGonagall frowned: "Yes, Professor Dumbledore. I think Mr. Potter...had a nightmare."

"It wasn't a nightmare, Professor." Harry interrupted his dean rudely. "I dreamed about Ron's dad. He was in danger. He was in a hallway..." Harry's The voice paused, obviously hesitating for a moment, and then said, "I was bitten by a huge python, with a lot of blood. I hope you can confirm his safety."

"Ah," Dumbledore put down the document in his hand, looked at Harry carefully, and finally, when Gryffindor started to get nervous, he said slowly, "Let me contact Moody , he will tell me the details."

After speaking, Dumbledore drew out his wand and tapped lightly on a bluestone basin next to the desk.Immediately afterwards, more golden mist sprayed from the tip of his wand and merged into the stone basin.During the waiting process, the room was eerily quiet, and no one dared to speak.The only sound left in the room was the sound of each other's breathing. Draco walked up to the phoenix named Fox. That beautiful big bird took its head out of its wings, and its golden pupils stared at him closely. Draco.

"If I were you, Mr. Malfoy - I wouldn't bother Fawkes, the poor big bird is at the end of its stage -" Dumbledore said briskly, "you're making it too tense - —Ah, there’s news.” Then, he turned back to the basin, looked down, and soon, the relief on the old headmaster’s face disappeared, he stood up, and announced the news to everyone : "It's a pity, my boys, that Arthur is really on duty tonight."

This suggests that everything Harry dreamed about might be real.

Ron gasped very loudly, looking so pale that he might faint at any moment.

"Calm down, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore stood up and turned to the portraits behind him—now all the portraits were not pretending to be asleep, they seemed to be looking forward to something—

"Evra, I want you to go to the Ministry of Magic, sound the alarm, and make sure that Arthur is first spotted by our people - redhead, glasses - and Dalyse, St. Mungo may need to work overtime. "

"Okay, Albus." A witch answered briskly in her portrait, smoothing her hair by the way, and before she turned and walked out of her portrait, she muttered "I hope it's the third floor tonight." That young lad from the Magic Trauma Unit is on duty."

"I'm going to inform the other Weasley children." Professor McGonagall turned and rushed out.A bunch of young people and the principal were left in the office, and now all they had left was to wait.

"I wish you could tell me, Harry, at what angle were you in the dream?"

"What?...Excuse me, Professor?" Facing the sudden strange question, Harry looked a little dazed.

"Where are you? Above the snake, or next to it? Or are you standing next to Arthur—"

"—he is the snake, Professor." Draco, who was standing with his chest ringed not far away, took the topic lazily, "What a delightful answer." Dumbledore was silent, and he turned his eyes to To the two Slytherins, even if he didn't say it, everyone would know what the old headmaster wanted to ask.So Scorpius thought for a while, and had to repeat again: "I went out to find the cat, and then I met Potter."

"I came out to look for him, and I met them." Draco said impatiently, "Okay, you guys go on."

Dumbledore stood up from behind the table, turned around, and finally knocked on the teapot at hand, the teapot immediately opened, Dumbledore waved his hand again, the teapot floated up, and nimbly poured it into the cup on the tray Each poured a little water, and when the first glass flew crookedly towards Ron, Dumbledore said softly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to rest tonight, Mr. Weasley, you need to keep calm - if this I haven't slept for a while, Molly may have rushed to the Ministry of Magic, your house has a magical alarm clock..."

And now, perhaps on behalf of Arthur Weasley, the needle is pointing towards life.

I'm afraid he won't be able to keep his cool.Scorpius glanced at the red-haired Gryffindor, wondering sympathetically, did he look like he was going to die of fright without seeing him.

The second cup floated towards Harry, and the Savior of Gryffindor followed him in a daze. Dumbledore walked around his desk and moved closer, perhaps because the room was brighter, and now he saw He looked much older than before, and Scorpius could see his silver beard move, and said in a calm and regretful voice: "You promised to study Occlumency with Mr. Malfoy seriously, Harry."

"What?" Ron dropped his cup on Al's rug, leaving an ugly tea stain, and stared at Harry in surprise, "You learned Occlumency from Malfoy?—I mean— Are you continuing after school starts?"

"Don't make a fuss, Ron," said Harry wearily. "I knew you had that reaction and I didn't tell you - I was really studying, Professor."

"That's a good joke." Draco yawned, lifted his cup gracefully, and after taking a sip of tea, his silver-gray pupils glanced at Gryffindor contemptuously, "It's only two minutes at most. Defensive, once you pass the two points, you can really see everything at a glance——Potter, either your understanding is worse than that of a wild boar, or..." Draco paused, and raised the corners of his lips inexplicably, "It's you I don't want to learn at all."

"I don't want to learn?" Harry turned around sharply, glaring at Draco, "Tell me, why don't I want to learn?!"

"Because the professor is Malfoy." Ron said stupidly, "Is there anything else to guess?"

"So your IQ doesn't do you any wrong, Weasley," Draco said bluntly.

Ron looked pissed off, he was wheezing, he looked like Dumbledore's teapot... although, to be fair, it was slightly better than the way he was about to pass out just now Son.The conversation in the office was soon forced to end, because Professor McGonagall soon arrived with the other Weasley children, all in pajamas, with panic and anxiety on their faces.Surprisingly, there was also Hermione Granger, her face was not very good-looking, she hugged Ginny who was shaking on the left, and on the right, tightly clutching George Weasley's arm.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" Ron asked, standing up blankly.

"Of course I can't leave Ginny and George behind, oh, get out of the way, Ron, I don't want to explain this to you." Hermione glared at Ron, and seemed a little soft-hearted, she quickly glanced at the office, Then she found two Slytherins who were out of place in a group of pajamas, but she just nodded to them politely and said hello, and didn't have too much conversation.

At this time, Dumbledore turned back to his stone basin, and he waved: "I'm afraid we have to go to St. Mungo's tonight, boys."

"Okay, good night then, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." Draco stood up and said politely.

Scorpius was stunned, then stood up, grabbed the gray ball that was snoring on the sofa, smiled awkwardly, and said good night to everyone he knew a little bit.

"Aren't you going?" Ron turned around and asked subconsciously, and soon he realized who he was talking to, so his face flushed as if it was covered with ketchup.

"Of course not." Draco muttered dissatisfiedly, and grabbed Scorpius before he could answer Ron, "Why are you standing there? Get up and go."

Ron watched Scorpius staggered and said stupidly, "I thought everyone was going?... Hermione is here too, isn't she?"

"Oh Ron!" Harry said impatiently.

"Idiot." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Prince Slytherin let out his hypocritical smirk: "Miss Granger may one day become Mrs Weasley (Hermione makes an unintelligible 'oh' from her throat), but I'm sure in the next 300 Within a year, not one Gretel will turn into a Weasley, nor will a Weasley turn into a Malfoy."

Everyone: "..."

So before stepping into the fireplace going to St. Mungo's, Ron heard his little sister say very contemptuously and angrily: "Does this answer make you particularly satisfied? Goose."