[HP] Noble

Scorpius wiped his mouth vigorously with his sleeve, smiled weakly at Fred and was about to say something when the door behind him was pushed open heavily.

"Excuse me, can anyone tell me what's going on here that makes it look like a swallow-tail dog's den?"

A mocking voice came from the door, the voice was very familiar to him, and each word had a long enough ending.

Scorpius was startled, and turned his stiff head away.

Draco Malfoy was standing in the doorway with a look on his face like he was totally condescending to come here.He was still wearing a tuxedo, his hair looked a little disheveled, and his handsome face looked exhausted, as if he had just escaped from a messy banquet-but in fact, he really was.

"I asked Black, and he said you were all upstairs, so I came up—" Draco said as he walked in, the door closing hopelessly behind him.The room fell into dead silence, and even Ron stopped shouting, because Harry shoved his fist into Draco's mouth without hesitation when he entered the room to say the first word .

The platinum nobleman stopped beside Scorpius and drew out his hawthorn wand (Harry subconsciously touched his pocket), but he just waved it lightly and turned it into a chair that was gorgeous and comfortable enough— — as expected and desperate, Draco hadn't forgotten to bring his wand.

Scorpius felt the senior Slytherin sitting down next to him. He still had the smell of rum on his body. It seemed that he drank alcohol. If you smell it carefully, you can easily find that this smell It probably also includes the scent of perfume on the bodies of no less than three girls.

Scorpius frowned.

"How did you come?"

"I didn't want to participate in the silly countdown to Christmas, so I left early." Draco replied calmly, "What's the problem?"

"No."

"Then it's my turn to ask." Prince Slytherin raised his chin, "I heard my name at the door, and Ron Weasley's yelling."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a desperate enough look.

And the culprit bit the savior's fist and made a sound of suffocation. "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooever Min slammed under the couch, and with a growl of exasperation she steadied herself.

"I heard ferrets!" Ron looked around in a daze, but now he seemed to be blind, completely unaware of what was going on around him, and swear to Merlin, he wouldn't even Know what you are talking about.

"That's because I'm here, Redhead," Draco glanced at the redhead Weasley with disdain, "How much wine did you give him?"

"It's just a little butter beer, bro." Fred coughed and moved his buttocks, "If you want some, there's also butter beer downstairs, canned butter beer, a new flavor brought back from Egypt, If you're lucky, they might still be warm—"

He looked a little nervous.

Draco looked at one of the twins inexplicably, "Thank you, but unfortunately I've almost exceeded the alcohol limit tonight." He replied hesitantly.

"That's good, hehe, it's good to drink too much... No, I mean... Anyway--" Fred showed a smile uglier than crying, "Ron, come on, my good brother, we go to sleep."

"I'm sleepy too." Scorpius hurriedly followed, "I want to sleep."

Draco frowned and muttered unhappily, "It's only a quarter past twelve, and I came here just to—wait a minute, boy, what's wrong with your mouth?"

"What?" Scorpius straightened his waist, "what what?"

The person on the soft chair beside him stood up suddenly, and then Scorpius immediately felt that person standing in front of him—because he blocked the only light source in the room, completely covering Scorpius in his own shadow Now, this feeling is very scary, even if he has done nothing wrong, Scorpius can't help but hold his breath——

God knows, he just wants to jump up and scream out the door right now.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely stiff——

His chin was pinched by a cold hand, and he gently pulled it up. Scorpius immediately realized that he had to meet those very indifferent silver-gray pupils. After staring for a while, Scorpius felt that Draco seemed to be He just blinked his eyes, and the callused thumb pad from long-term training on the broom pressed his upper lip gently, "It's bleeding." Draco said calmly.

"Really?" Scorpius said awkwardly, trying to free Jaw from the Slytherin prince with his own neck, but he got a harder grip in exchange for—

"Okay Draco, you hurt me." Scorpius licked his lips, he really tasted the smell of rust, and the tip of his tongue even touched the fingertips that Draco hadn't had time to withdraw—however Apparently none of them cared about that.

"How?" Draco obviously didn't intend to let him go, "You look like you were bitten by something."

"By the dog—"

"I bit it!"

"Ouch—"

Ron Weasley stood up from the sofa suddenly, with an expression on his face as if he was going to rush to Voldemort's bedside to fight him in the next second——

"I kissed him, Malfoy, how!"

Because Harry Potter was a little slow to react, he was completely thrown off by his friend who was drunk and crazy. He didn't care about the pain caused by the arm landing first, and he grabbed the wand almost as fast as he could. But everything happened faster—

Everyone didn't even realize how Draco moved. When everyone was touching his wand, Slytherin turned around neatly and pointed the hawthorn wand straight at Ron Weasley's nose, a bunch of dazzling and strong red Light shoots from the tip of the wand—

"Sectumsepra (God without shadow)!"

"Oh no stop him George - Protego (armor protection)!"

"Stupefy (stunned out)!"

"TripJinx (Trip Jinx)—"

The tiny room, already cramped, was now in complete disarray.George's eyebrows had already grown to the ground. Hermione slipped hard because she stepped on that eyebrow and bumped into Ginny, who was about to cast a bat spell. She took George and the three of them fell into a ball, and then The place where they were standing just now completely exploded—

This blow was really loud, at least definitely enough to startle the adults below.The furniture was blown to pieces, the ancient suspended ceiling was shaking dangerously on the roof, the light inside was flickering, and in the end no one knew who they were going to attack, Scorpius even had time to give Draco Healed his skin cut by the shattered glass with a couple of Healing Charms, and as if that wasn't messy enough—

Ron Weasley, despite the horrible pustules all over his body due to the stinging curse, stood on the sofa with one foot like a completely crazy hero, and said in a majestic voice that he probably never had in his life ——

"I decided to pursue him! Gretel! Sign a contract with me! We are the best soulmates."

"Ron! God, shut up!"

"It's you who should shut up! Harry! - Silencio!"

"Damn it, look what you've done! Harry, are you all right!"

Hermione roared in disbelief, got up from the ground and rushed to the Gryffindor Savior, and now his glasses had been knocked off, and he was on the ground, his mouth opening and closing like a dehydrated goldfish. — From the mouth shape, he was definitely cursing Ron's stupidity angrily.

"Soul mate? Don't be wishful thinking, Weasley." Draco sneered, as if he had just crawled back from hell, he raised his wand high, and read a song that no one had ever heard spell -

"Bubonia!"—

"No, no, no, Malfoy! You can't use black magic right here!" Harry, who had been lifted from the silencing spell, jumped up and hurriedly threw a protective spell at the people around him—but he He couldn't reach Ron, he was so excited, he kept jumping up and down-he probably thought he was a soldier in the field, and the sofa in front of him was his best fortress.

Ron was firmly concentrated by the spell, and the dark green juice sprayed all over him, and horrible lumps appeared every inch it was touched. Ron began to cough violently, as if to cough up his lungs It seemed to come out, and in the end, he couldn't even hold his wand steady. The wand fell to the ground and rolled under the cabinet, and Ron could only support himself by leaning on the sofa, and he was still coughing violently——

This look is enough to scare everyone.

"That's enough! You're going to kill him, Draco!"

Scorpius stopped him sharply, and he happened to be the first to break the silence.

"No one can provoke me." Draco shook off Scorpius' hand, looked around everyone, and finally he paused, staring at Ron intently, and said indifferently, "This is just a warning, Wei Sly."

As Ron spit out the first mouthful of blood, Hermione let out a clear sob, and tried to use the spell to stop the spell, but she soon found that it was useless, her hand on the wand was shaking, and she used it weakly. Healing spells one after another—the turmoil in the room finally stopped—at this moment, everyone heard the chaotic footsteps of adults going upstairs outside the door.

"You're going to cause trouble, stop it." Scorpius frowned. Standing behind Draco, he raised his wand and quickly pointed in Ron's direction. A light blue light came from his wand The point shot out, enveloping Ron immediately, and the red-haired Gryffindor looked better now, at least he wasn't vomiting blood anymore, and the abscesses on his body were no longer oozing foul-smelling fluid.

"This is going too far." George frowned. "I think you should probably stop the spell immediately, Malfoy, a dark magic—"

"Fred is right, Malfoy, stop this!" Harry stood up with Fred's support, "The Order of the Phoenix will not be happy to see you use black magic."

Draco didn't give Harry even a second glance this time.

"Don't try to order me, Potter." He lazily turned his head and looked at the third-year Slytherin behind him. The latter bravely looked at those silver-gray pupils this time, and shook his head. Pi frowned slightly.

"Okay, okay. Don't frown, Merlin's beard, you should really look in the mirror and see how disgusting your expression is now." Draco said with some disgust, turning his head, he raised his wand, no He hurriedly uttered a series of complex and awkward spells, and when the last letter was spoken from his lightly parted thin lips, Ron finally stopped coughing violently, and miraculously, the abscess on his body healed Start healing.

At this time, the door was pushed open again.

"The traces of black magic are so smoky that I can't keep my eyes open."

Hissing jeers came with the first grown-up to enter the room.Severus Snape stepped into the room, wearing his usual black robes, clasped his hands in front of him, scanned the room quickly, raised his eyebrows, and commented calmly: "Look Came here just after the third of the wizarding world's greatest battles."

"...what's going on here - my God, Harry, Harry?! Are you all right?" Sirius' nervous voice sounded from behind the head of Slytherin, and then he came from behind Snape's shoulder. He poked his head out and exclaimed when he could see the room clearly, "God, Ron, you look terrible, it's an allergy spell, you got hit by an allergy spell, didn't you?"

"Sorry, stupid dog, the truth is probably much worse." Snape slammed the door shut. "You should be glad your parents are in the conference room, bastards, and luckily it's completely enclosed." He glanced around After walking around the room, he found that all the Gryffindors were staring at him nervously. The Potions Professor showed an unhappy smile, "Don't stare at me, I can't deduct points for you now-this Really, really, really sorry."

He turned to Draco: "I'll inform your father that you left the banquet at Malfoy Manor early just to come over and cast a plague spell on your little friend at twelve o'clock to celebrate."

A plague curse.

Everyone in the room who understood the specific meaning of the Plague Curse gasped, and Hermione Granger looked particularly shocked. She covered her mouth with her hands, and her dark brown eyes were full of fear and fear at this moment.

"One... what?" Ron's weak question came from the sofa. Now, he seemed to have finally sobered up. Although he was still in a daze, he seemed to have finally turned from a fool who couldn't think into a normal person.

"Plague Curse?" Sirius jumped up like a furry dog, "you actually used a plague curse—a plague curse on your classmates—well, I'd like to hear from your mother How do you rate this, you vicious and dangerous boy—"

"Be quiet, stupid dog." Snape stepped forward in twos and threes, quickly glanced at Ron's eyelids, and then quickly and disgustedly withdrew his hand as if touching something poisonous. Without looking back, he said to his godson: "You should pray that you stopped the spell in time, Draco. Let me guess, the whole body is stench and pus, and I seem to hear the sound of lungs lingering - a complete The whole Black Death virus spell, huh?"

Draco shrugged, though he knew his godfather, who was turning his back on him, couldn't see it.

Scorpius frowned and kicked him from behind.

"I think, yes. Professor," said the Slytherin prince lazily.

"To be fair, it's pretty bad. If this was at Hogwarts, I'm afraid I'd have to take the first point deduction for Slytherin since I entered Hogwarts." Snape frowned. "I Surprised Lucius would allow you to browse the restricted areas of the Malfoy family library before you're officially of age."

"My father didn't allow it. I saw it when I sneaked in when I was a child." Draco snorted, "This is the first time I have used this spell in my life."

"What—you're out of your mind? How dare you use an inexplicable spell on someone!" Scorpius raised his voice behind him to blame.

"I dare to use it only because the method of stopping the spell is engraved in my brain word for word, boy." The platinum nobleman frowned, "Don't yell at me, we have a score to settle, you better wait now Get ready, get ready, before you cry."