[HP] Noble

Early the next morning, when Scorpius woke up, there was no one around - oh yes, Draco always has a good habit of getting up early, Scorpius muttered and got up and yawned sleepily , what time is it now...?He looked around in confusion, and finally found on the old clock beside the bed that it was only [-]:[-], and there was no sunlight in the black lake outside, and it was probably raining outside, and it was no surprise that we had a conversation today. It should be a gloomy bad weather.

A lazy cat purr came from the desk, and Scorpius pushed back the covers and stepped barefoot on the soft rug beside the bed.Gray Ball was lying on Draco's desk, a few scattered parchments under the cat's round belly, and at this moment, Gray Ball was wagging its brush-like furry tail back and forth, staring at it intently In the glass bottle in front of him, inside the bottle, the three-legged turtle slowly stretched out its head, spit a bubble, and retracted before the cat excitedly stretched out its claws to pat the bottle.

The small glass bottle stood on the desk and was not knocked over because of the cat's teasing.Scorpius walked over to take a look, and found that a temporary freezing spell was used under it, which should have been done before Draco left the dormitory.Rubbing the gray ball's furry head, Scorpius pulled out the parchment under the cat's belly. Sure enough, there was a short sentence written in Draco's beautiful cursive script: Bring Beetui to the auditorium, and the change of clothes will be in on the sofa.

Also: On rainy days, the scarf is in the third drawer from the left on the second floor of the cabinet.

Scorpius curled his lips, and couldn't help yawning again, "Don't make trouble." He said to the fat cat who was busy purring at him, and then he turned around and entered the bathroom.

Three and ten minutes later, he appeared in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

There were already some people at the long tables of the four colleges in the auditorium, and there were slightly more people in Slytherin. Draco was sitting in his favorite position, looking down at a thick and well-assembled book.There was a cup by his hand, steaming in it, it might be milk, it might be something like coffee.Scorpius subconsciously patted the pocket of his robe—a small bottle of Beicui was bulging inside.

When Scorpius sat down beside Draco, the Slytherin prince turned over a page of the book and said flatly, "I reminded you that you need a scarf today, at least it's almost zero outside."

"Oh, damn it, we still have an outdoor Care of Magical Creatures class." Scorpius took out Beetui and put it in Draco's hand, complaining that he dragged the plate of toast in front of him, "So, Has Professor Snape seen you?"

Draco paused as he turned the pages of the book, and his silver-gray eyes quickly swept across the teacher's seat, where the head of Slytherin was sitting expressionlessly in his seat and cutting his own breakfast, and he should be busy at this time Professor Black, who was chattering around him, disappeared abnormally—well, considering yesterday, the absence of Professor Black today is not too abnormal, Draco thought about it, and then slowly said: "I have looked gone."

"Oh I knew, well, so what about Potter?"

"not too good."

"You sound quite satisfied."

"It's more than satisfaction," Draco snapped the book shut, showing an arrogant expression, "It's a joy——Arthur Weasley has entered a closed ward, and they may need to be in St. Mungo's this Christmas. Get over it." He paused, lowering his voice slightly, "But Professor Snape didn't come to me for this."

"What's that?" Scorpius asked without looking up.

"I remember I said that there was a Gryffindor student applying to join Slytherin at the beginning of term." Draco frowned slightly.

Scorpius was a little confused, so: "Why, haven't you already rejected it?"

"Oh, I just found out today that the student is a Weasley."

Scorpius' fork fell back into the plate with a loud noise, Goyle and Crabbe next door stopped talking and laughing, and turned their heads curiously, "What's the matter, Draco?" Goyle looked both Confused and wary. "Nothing." Draco raised his voice slightly and replied lazily, and when Goyle returned his attention to the food, he warned Scorpius to pick up his fork with the corner of his mouth. No fuss.

"This incident was suddenly exposed—I don't know why—we misunderstood a little bit. The student's parents didn't know about it at all. She stole her father's magic pen and imitated signing the letter. Maybe she wanted to wait for the transfer. Tell her poor parents when the notice comes—"

"Ginny Weasley." Scorpius said the person's name dryly, and Draco didn't need to explain it. After all, there was only such a girl in the Weasley family. "What the hell is she trying to do?"

"I don't know, maybe I suddenly found that silver green is more suitable for her red hair than red?" Draco smiled meanly, "Arthur Weasley was almost sent from the closed ward to the emergency room again because of this— But this time it was because of a heart burst or something... Professor Snape found me in the morning and asked me to deal with this matter—" Draco paused, and changed his tone with sarcasm, "As a Slytherin-level long identity."

When Draco said this, the door of the auditorium was pushed open again, and this time it was Blaise Zabini who entered. At the dinner table, the girls looked disappointed and reluctant.

So when he sat down beside Draco with a smile on his face, Prince Slytherin said without thinking: "I warned you, Blaise, don't hang out with messy little girls all day long. "

Zabini paused as he poured milk for himself. Before he had time to question, Draco had stood up and turned around towards the long Gryffindor table. He was now pursing his lips tightly, looking very tired of the upcoming something to happen.

"What's the matter with him?" Zabini asked Scorpius inexplicably as Draco walked towards the Gryffindor table, who shrugged and glanced sympathetically at the inexplicably accused fifth-year Slytherin: "Probably because I didn't sleep well last night."

While the two were talking, Draco had already walked to the Gryffindor table with his noble steps.The conversation in the auditorium became quieter, and most people stopped what they were doing, and turned their heads with great interest to see what was going on with this once-in-a-hundred-year sight—since entering Hogwarts, I’m afraid Draco Malfoy had never been within five meters of the Gryffindor table.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley didn't seem to be there, but Hermione Granger was sitting at the table reading her book. The commotion in the auditorium affected her concentration. When she frowned and raised her head By the time, Draco had already walked to Ginny Weasley's side, "My God." Hermione muttered subconsciously and looked around, "It's a good thing Ron isn't here."

When Ginny stood up in a panic, she knocked over the glass of pumpkin juice at the table, and the pumpkin juice spilled all over her robe, but no one cared about it anymore.Except for Hermione, who was closest to Ginny, no one heard what they said. In short, everyone only saw that after Ginny Weasley talked to Draco Malfoy with the corners of his lips in a very low voice, Slytherin Showing an impatient expression, the two of them turned and left the auditorium together.

"What happened next?" Scorpius shrank his neck and moved his butt on the chair.

"There is no later, and no one knows what they said afterwards. Anyway, Ginny looked like she was about to cry when she came back." Hermione sighed and put a book back on the shelf. Malfoy can't be completely blamed—although I think it's Professor Snape's intention to let him handle it, and if there is anyone in Slytherin who hates the Weasleys the most, it must be Malfoy."

"Why can't you blame him?" Scorpius watched as Hermione took another book with a Chinese cover from the shelf, took it over with interest and looked at it, but he didn't expect that it was written in Taoism. Scorpius flipped through it, and finally commented: "It's complete nonsense."

"Oh, yeah, I knew it." Hermione snatched the book back from the hands of the third-year Slytherin and put it back on the shelf with a flushed face. She paused, then continued, "Honestly, I think Kim Ni is weird."

"how?"

"Last night, she kept emphasizing to Mr. Weasley that she was completely obsessed with the transfer application." Hermione said hesitantly, "the expression on her face at the time did not look like she was lying—Ginny A good girl, but mentally she was still a child—like when she..."

Scorpius pricked up his ears: "What happened to her back then?"

"Before you entered school." Hermione closed her mouth, "If you want to know, ask Malfoy, I can't tell anyway."