[HP] Noble

A lot of people came on Christmas Eve, and the old house in Blake suddenly became very crowded—but strangely, no one expressed any doubt about the disappearance of the portrait at the end of the corridor, as if it had never existed before Same.

There was only Ron Weasley, and Scorpius heard him and Harry Potter muttering, "Why is that old madman's portrait gone?"

"I don't know," said Harry, not very concerned. "Maybe someone has found a way to break the Permanent Adhesive Charm."

"Oh, is it?" the red-haired Weasley boy said casually, "I feel a little lonely without hearing her noise."

……

When the two Gryffindors walked into their room talking, no one saw the little Slytherin who was following them roll a huge white eye at their backs.

The next day was Christmas Eve, and everyone was busy with dinner almost all day.The girls get together to research new flavors of pie, while the boys, because of their clumsiness, are only asked to go to the side to peel potatoes or wash the vegetables that Mrs. Weasley grew in the garden - which is now owned by two cats Territory, Grayball and Crookshanks finally reunite after a semester apart, the two cats nest together every day, and the central entertainment is chasing potato-like goblins around the world.

Of course, the content of the Christmas Eve dinner was very rich, and Scorpius even suspected that Dumbledore had generously assigned two or three house-elves to help in Grimmauld Place—after all, the taste of the seafood soup was so familiar, he couldn't think of anything but Elf at Hogwarts, who else would like to add white pepper to a thick soup.The peacock beans that George and Fred mixed in their dessert baskets won popular acclaim, and Sirius grabbed the His Butterbeer, almost laughing foolishly under the table - it's probably because I haven't seen Sirius so happy in a long time, or maybe it's because of Christmas Eve, so it's rare that Mrs. Weasley didn't yell at the twin brothers, Just tell them to "save the mess for after dinner".

Tonks had been changing her face in an attempt to amuse Ginny - the poor girl hadn't smiled much since she came to Slytherin.Before dinner, when a group of children gathered around George and Fred, screaming and screaming excitedly as they watched their chairs fight, it was only Ginny who sat smiling like a real Slytherin— That look was almost carved out of the same mold as Pansy when he was serious and pretending to be gentle.

"I realized it wasn't right and thought it would make Mum and Dad very sad." After dinner, Ginny was calm as the children sat in a small room chatting while the adults found their own entertainment. Said, "But I found that I don't really regret it."

"Slytherin didn't do anything to you, what do you regret?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, they just ignored me—that's good enough." Ginny thought for a while, and said, "It probably has something to do with the fact that the Weasley family has always been a pure-blood family."

"Pure-blood traitor," said Ron sullenly, clutching the butterbeer bottle tightly in his hand, the remaining yellow liquid in it shaking because of his unsteadiness, "Malfoy's favorite adjective."

"Ron, you've been drinking too much," said Harry gently. "You haven't stopped drinking since dinner—"

"—it's Christmas Eve, and Christmas is in ten minutes, Harry." Ron shrugged off his gloominess and giggled.

"Although it's Christmas Eve, even if it's Christmas in a few minutes." Harry added helplessly.

"Parkinson shared a room with me." Ginny frowned at her silly brother, and continued, "She was a little easier to get along with than I thought...we talked that night... probably because I watched me cry She had to find a topic to talk to me in order to sleep well, about the bias of blood-in fact, before this, I always thought that Slytherin who was the 'best of pure blood' was unreasonable .”

"They're still unreasonable," Harry said quietly.

"For Merlin's sake, there are two Slytherins here having a long talk with you, Potter." Scorpius countered sarcastically, and Harry turned his head away and smirked at him innocently. It was as if he had just been enchanted when he made the long walk around the distance between the two long tables to invite Scorpius to dance at the Slytherin table.

"I now feel that their stubbornness is not without reason, Harry." Ginny pinched the corner of her skirt and said hesitantly.

"Let me think, is it because of Filch?" George, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, Hermione, who was leaning against his arms, moved, looked up at him in surprise, and then she was even more surprised to find that Ginny nodded.

"...Isn't that right, because Filch hates half-bloods and Muggles all over the world?" Ron said confusedly, "Is Filch a family? Could it be that he has been haunting Hogwarts for hundreds of years?" ?”

"That's all he has." Fred sneered and patted his brother on the shoulder, "Always take it literally."

"It's because of the Squibs, you fool," said Ginny haughtily ("How could you talk to your brother like that!" Ron slammed the bottle angrily), "because of the Muggle or half-blood marriage, anyway, The fact that the Squib birth rate in the wizarding world is getting higher and higher is irrefutable, and that's really the reason - Parkinson told me that families that have always insisted on pure blood, such as the Malfoy family, have not seen even a single one in all these years. The Weakened."

"Squibs aren't that bad." Harry frowned disapprovingly. "Look, in the Muggle world, there are so many people who don't have magic, and they live just as well."

"But they have lived in a magical environment since childhood, Harry." Before everyone could speak, Hermione took up the topic gently, "I suddenly understood, really... I am Say, come to think of it, they grew up looking at moving pictures, watching Quidditch matches, watching all sorts of magical things—even eating dinners cooked with family spells, But when they grow up, when they reach the age where they should go to Hogwarts, they find that they have not shown any magical tendency from beginning to end."

"It was an absolute disaster," said George. "I remember that baby Ron had no tendency to magical riots at all, which almost drove mother crazy-until he finally let the milk on the table one morning." Spilled his crotch because he didn't want to drink it."

Ron blushed and tried in vain to retort "that's not true" to everyone who sneered.

"So not having magic is very cruel to people who have lived in magic since childhood." Ginny brushed her red hair and let out a sigh, "Think about Filch, if he is just pure evil, then he Should be on good terms with the Slytherins (Scorpius let out a muffled grunt), but no, he's pretty much the enemy of the whole school - because he's jealous, so he'd like to whip those who use magic in the corridors - —someone who uses magic right under his nose, it's as simple as that."

A trace of hesitation appeared on Harry's face: "It kind of makes sense."

"But I still can't agree with the paranoia of those pure-blood lunatics." Ron continued, "It's understandable at best."

"Oh, then it seems that my coming to Slytherin has some other meaning, doesn't it?" Ginny sneered, "Build a bridge of harmony between Gryffindor and Slytherin?"

"No need, there are too many corpses in front of you." The topic became lighter, George smiled and pinched Hermione's hair, and said absently, "Think about Wood and Flint, and Fred and that Greenglass."

"Fred and who?" Ron seemed to be frightened, and suddenly raised his voice and asked in disbelief.

"That Daphne Greengrass is such a terrible couple, a high-ranking and queen-like girl, how can she bear your hippie smile all day long?" George clicked his tongue twice and turned to Fred jokingly.

"You'll have to ask Hermione, boy, how she put up with you, that's how Daphne put up with me." Fred shot back, grinning.

"Can't make it through Christmas Eve! It sucks! Folks!" Ron yelled, but no one was going to answer him.

"...So when did you start." Scorpius asked with a dark face, "I don't know how."

"We did a good job of keeping secrets, that's all." Fred shrugged and said, "Parkinson is probably the only one that the whole Snake House knows about, and Slytherin is really outstanding in protecting privacy. At least I couldn't help telling George, And then George couldn't help telling Hermione, and Hermione couldn't help telling Ginny—"

Hermione blushed and coughed dryly, but Ginny said very calmly, "I held back, and then the whole secret stopped."

"So you ended up in Slytherin," Fred pointed out gravely. "It's what everyone expects."

Ginny rolled her eyes at him with a rather unrefined look.

"In the end, only I was kept in the dark!" Ron exhaled a breath of alcohol from his nostrils angrily, "Only me!"

"I don't know, Ron," said Harry very nicely, and then he turned to Fred. "You two get along?"

"Enjoyable enough to make me realize that Slytherin and Gryffindor might be a perfect match, and you might consider being with Malfoy, Harry." Fred put his arm on Harry's shoulder, not at all serious, " But Malfoy belongs to Gretel, you have to ask him if he agrees."

Scorpius: "No."

Fred fell silent, turned around and gave Scorpius a thumbs up.

Ron seemed to be so excited that he was about to go crazy—or it might be the cause of excessive alcohol. Before everyone could react, he got up from the soft and warm carpet, stretched his legs, and crossed the entire crowd. He quickly found his target who was sitting on the other side of the crowd, and reached out and grabbed his chin with unexpected agility.

Scorpius had a heavy breath of alcohol all over his nose.

Before he could react, his lips were pecked hard.

"My God." Hermione gasped.

Ginny and Harry rushed forward quickly, trying to pull Ron off Scorpius - they tried their best but failed, and before Ron tried to use his tongue, George After seeing enough jokes with Fred, the four of them lifted Ron up together, and then roughly pressed him back on the sofa.

Ron struggled with red eyes, still yelling "You say Slytherin and Gryffindor are made for each other - you even encourage Harry and Malfoy! Why stop me!".

"I'm going to cry, Ron—Mum will hear you if you keep yelling, maybe she will be a little more tolerant of you because of your fledgling love." George laughed out of breath.

"Why stop you? Because Malfoy is going to kill you." Fred rolled his eyes at his silly brother and sat back on the sofa, rubbing his hair and raising his hand to check the time.

"It's my first kiss, woooooooooo, first kiss!!!" "—Shut up! Ron! You better hope it's not Gretel's first kiss!" "I don't know how he has the nerve to cry! Hold him down, Harry!" "Have you figured out what wreath you want for the funeral, Ron?" "Shh-"

The hour and minute hands coincided with the number twelve, and Fred Weasley grinned when he turned his head to look at Slytherin who was sitting on the ground and hadn't recovered.

"Merry Christmas, Scorpius."