[HP] Noble

The door to the headmaster's room closed behind the two Slytherins, they exchanged a look, and at the same time drew out their wands, shaking slightly, Draco's lips were tightly pursed and his jaw was raised proudly, and Scorpius On the other hand, he shivered and muttered "Lumos" in a low voice. Two beams of fluorescent green light shot out from the tips of the two wands at the same time, illuminating the entire corridor.

Of course, neither of them complained that there was no decent guardian to send them back to the dormitory in the middle of the night, and the two of them rushed to the stairs leading to the Slytherin cellar in silence.

"I haven't been to St. Mungo's yet," Scorpius said in a low voice as he passed a portrait of a wildling snoring on a rock.

"Don't make strange demands on me in the middle of the night, boy." Draco walked ahead without looking back, frowning slightly, and after a little hesitation, the senior Slytherin's tone softened slightly , "That's a magic hospital... I've been there a few times - a mess of daily necessities that have been cursed, chickens flying around, and strange people who have been traumatized by spiritual magic. To be honest, Nothing to see."

"Spiritual magical trauma? Is there any special treatment for this?" Scorpius asked with interest.

"In theory, yes." When the two of them set foot on the road leading to the Slytherin dungeon, Draco finally seemed to relax a little bit, as if Hogwarts at night made him feel uneasy, he lightly He took a deep breath, and continued, "But most of the time, they just lie there. In good condition, maybe they just don't recognize anyone, and are happy all day like a troll. In bad condition, they are no worse than corpses." It's not going to be wonderful."

Scorpius froze for a moment, then sighed in a low voice: "That's a really bad place."

"If I could, I wish I'd never been there." Draco said calmly, "It's a really terrible place."

"Who are you going to see?" Scorpius asked subconsciously.

At this time, Draco, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.Scorpius, who was following behind, didn't pay attention, and bumped his nose hard into his back, "Oh", he held his nose and groaned in pain, complaining, "Why did you stop all of a sudden?"

"Reculus Black."

Scorpius was taken aback: "What?"

Wait, where did you hear this name?

Draco turned around, under the dim moonlight, half of the platinum nobleman was hidden in the darkness, and the expression on his face seemed a little elusive - at least from the surface, he didn't have any extra emotions. However, he grew up And the thick eyelashes were completely drooped, covering most of the emotions in his silver-gray eyes, Scorpius raised his head, and could only see the strange emotions in the other's eyes.

The other party's voice seemed to come from far away: "That's Sirius Black's younger brother."

"What—oh!" said Scorpius. "Merlin, I remember—Reculus—where is he, St. Mungo?—what?"

"Not anymore." Draco sighed soundlessly, turned around, and walked on. "He died before Christmas came the year I visited him."

There was silence between the two again, because Scorpius didn't know what to say for a while, and all the sounds in the corridor were the soles of Draco's boots on the ground, and Scorpius scratched hesitantly. Scratching Gray Ball's ears, and hearing the fat cat snorting comfortably in his arms, he finally thought of how to continue this topic: "Then... well, I haven't heard Sirius mention it."

"Of course he won't mention it." Draco sneered, "When Uncle Regulus died, he was probably still outside fighting with other wild dogs over a piece of leftover bread... My mother always nags I bring this up, so our Professor Black is still living in his own self-righteousness."

Scorpius: "..." I'm sorry to say that I didn't understand it.

"Regulus died of a very ancient and complicated spell..." Draco stood at the door of the Slytherin cellar, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's already late, why don't you come to my bedroom tonight Come?"

"...Don't jump up the topic so fast," Scorpius said dissatisfiedly, "Go ahead and continue talking..."

Draco seemed satisfied with the affirmative answer, he nodded slightly, took out an ancient and exquisite key from his robe pocket, and after passing the road leading to the lounge, the two turned right and took a I usually go to the dormitory, which is a little narrower, with an ancient winding staircase - at the end of the staircase there is only an ancient and ornate door, and that is the dormitory dedicated to Slytherin prefects.

"It was a very coincidental backlash of an ancient spell," Draco continued, "and Regulus Black was found on the edge of a cliff almost beyond the English border, at the time he was dying, the best of St. Mungo's." The Cursebreakers failed to save him, and there were not many people who knew about it at the time, but 'incursus' was one of them."

"Oh, Latin." Scorpius shrugged.

The door of the bedroom was closed behind the two of them. Draco's bedroom was very warm, and the fire didn't cut off because of the master's departure. On the contrary, the house elf seemed to keep it burning vigorously. In the dormitory with Leitlin green and silver as the main color, there are two white shirts placed by the owner on the back of the soft sofa.

Draco fell back on the sofa looking very tired, he didn't even have time to take off his shoes, he closed his eyes and put a hand on his forehead to cover them: "I knew I couldn't expect anything from you...Listen, I mentioned this spell to you in your first year...or second year."

"I don't remember," Scorpius fumbled around, and was finally attracted by the pink letter on Draco's desk, "My God, Draco, this whole room smells of you .”

"..."

The answer to him was silence.

"What's wrong?" Scorpius turned around inexplicably to look at the person lying on the sofa.

"No." Draco waved his hand feebly and muttered, "I would expect nothing from you, obviously because I'm crazy."

"What?" He said so vaguely and quickly that Scorpius couldn't catch it.

"Can't repeat it a second time," Draco said wearily, "'incursus', which translates directly from the Latin spell, means 'slaughter of dementors.'"

Scorpius smashed the inkpot in his hand like he was about to break his own neck, and the third year Slytherin twisted around and glared at Draco.

Draco twitched the corners of his lips mockingly: "Great, you also had the same reaction back then, and after a year, you let me watch it again."

"..." Scorpius stared at him for a while, then said dryly, "Professor Black said that the dementors can only be temporarily driven away with the Patronus Charm, there is no way to completely repel them."

"Obviously, to lie to you." Prince Slytherin said sympathetically.

"Why did he lie to us?"

"His brother died from this spell, and using it does no good to the caster." Draco said without much emotion, "Some people are born unable to use the Patronus Charm, and they may not see it for the rest of their lives." What does their patron saint look like... At this time, when facing dementors, they need to use another method - when people have negative emotions such as extreme despair, pain, hatred or even jealousy, they may be able to succeed Use this spell to slay the dementors." Draco's voice was soft and fast, matched with the slight sound of firewood crackling in the fire, it almost made people feel sleepwalking.

"It's not good for me to know too much." Scorpius stood up and said this vaguely.

And Draco agreed: "Knowing too much isn't good for you - glad you realize that."

"Oh, and then what?"

"Then next time, learn not to know everything."

"...I regret it now, I don't even know what face I should have to face Professor Black tomorrow—oh my god, there's another Potions class tomorrow, my god! My god!"

"Oh come on, it seems like you always have a good face towards him." Draco snorted, "...the bathroom is on your left, wash yourself, or don't touch mine bed."

"You yourself are still lying on the sofa dirty!" Scorpius turned around as if offended, "You haven't taken off your boots yet!"

"Don't let the dirt under your fingernails go away."

"No dirt in my nails!"

"Oh, don't pretend, you have a herbal medicine class today, most of the third grade class is digging, I remember it all."

A robe that was still cold outside was thrown across Draco's face, and before he tore it off angrily, Scorpius' leisurely voice came from the bathroom—

"Now we all use shovels... I didn't expect that Hogwarts was so poor that you had to dig the soil with your hands. It turned out that you had a hard time. Oh Draco, I couldn't have imagined that it would happen in this regard Got a damn sense of superiority, haha."