[HP] Noble

Scorpius spent a good morning in his room.He opened the gift Draco gave him, which was a beautifully crafted wooden box. When he opened the wooden box, it was divided into 24 small compartments, and each small compartment contained a small potion bottle. Filled full of different potions of different colours--potions are probably only enough for one use.However, each small grid is thoughtfully labeled with the name and purpose of the potion - the gorgeous cursive characters can only come from Master Malfoy's own handwriting.

Before the start of the Christmas holidays, Draco had been hiding in Professor Snape's office mysteriously for a while, probably doing just that.Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly, and then found the pink love potion in the second row and fourth column, and couldn't help but curl his lips. He could imagine that when Draco was making the potion, Snape How should the professor be evaluated.

In addition, Draco's gift also came with an exquisite cat collar, the kind that prevents fleas. After Scorpius took it apart, he replaced it with Gray Ball. Fat cats obviously can't get used to things around their necks immediately. , In short, when Scorpius didn't pay attention, he took his paws and pulled it to try to pull it off.

In order to keep the cat from moving around, Scorpius had to hold it and sit cross-legged on the ground. He had nothing to do, and he refocused on the potion box... All the medicines were taken out of the wooden box and studied carefully, compared with the instructions written by Draco, and then put them back carefully. The 24 potions included common love potions, shrinking potions and some offensive potions. In addition to potions, there are even high-level potions, invisibility potions, which cannot be accessed until after graduating from Hogwarts. The liquid in each potion bottle presents the most accurate color that this potion should have. , crystal clear.

In terms of making potions, Draco has indeed received the inheritance from the head of Slytherin. No one doubts that one day he will become a potion master as good as Professor Snape.

Smiling and carefully closing the wooden box, the third-year Slytherin put this special Christmas gift into a dark cabinet suitable for storing potions.When he packed everything up and looked up again, he realized that it was almost noon, and the gray Jinjila had already rolled back and forth in his arms impatiently, growling in a low voice.

"Okay, let's go out now."

Letting go of the gray ball, Scorpius stood up, rubbed his numb legs, and walked slowly out of the room.

The dining room on the ground floor was already buzzing—everyone was crowded in the hall, while the children gathered around the tables, discussing their Christmas presents.When Scorpius took her place, Hermione was happily announcing that she'd received a dozen or so different copies from various people of what she'd always wanted—

"So you got all your Christmas presents, didn't you?" said George, startled. "I should have given you something else if I knew."

"But that Encyclopedia of Family Charms is excellent, George, and I'd be very sorry not to have it," said Hermione, grinning very sincerely, without caring.

"What?" Harry Potter squeezed all the ketchup into his hand, "You gave her a copy of "Encyclopedia of Family Charms"—oh Merlin, Hermione, I have to say...George, this Is that your romantic way?"

"Come on Harry, Cho Chang even cried when he kissed you!" George shot back mercilessly.

Lupine on the sofa shook the newspaper, revealing a surprised face from behind the newspaper.And Sirius also put down the document in his hand, "Is that Ravenclaw?" he asked gossipingly.Harry looked terribly embarrassed, blushing and shaking his head wildly at his godfather amidst the good-natured laughter.

It was at this time that Scorpius noticed that the dark circles under Potter's eyes were extremely serious - as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, but he was not allowed to think about it, and his concentration was quickly distracted. Other attractions go—such as a really nice-looking sandwich on the table.

"Just like his father, the romantic cells of the boys in the Weasley family were eaten into the stomachs of swallowtail dogs." Mrs. Weasley said kindly, and she brought a plate of baked mashed potato pie to the table, And she gave her son a loving look—the twin brothers have not done many things to make her happy since they were born, and they can be counted on one hand, including finding a very satisfied daughter-in-law for her this item.

Scorpius noticed that the smile on Hermione's face deepened, with a little shyness of a normal girl... Hermione Granger's shyness!After taking a tuna fish sandwich, Scorpius couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this is really not easy.

"Nonsense, Mom. I bought Ginny a beautiful bracelet with a little witch's blessing charm—" Fred Weasley took a bite of his sandwich and said vaguely, "I think I'm quite romantic .”

"You should buy this for your girlfriend, not your sister. Although I'm not sure if you can get a girlfriend with your virtue." "George can!" Fred made a face and Mrs. Weasley shook He shook his head, and then seemed to think of something suddenly, "Speaking of Ginny, who of you can go and call her down? I don't think she will even spend her lunch in bed."

"Didn't see her at breakfast," Ron Weasley murmured—the first and only thing he'd said since Scorpius showed up, looking awful, with his hair messed up like a Chicken coop, unshaven, bloodshot eyes... probably something other than hangover.

"Ginny didn't show up when opening the presents, we always share together in previous years." Hermione frowned slowly.

If you haven't noticed it before, Hermione's words finally reminded Mrs. Weasley now, she put down the wand in her hand that was directing the automatic washing of the pan, wiped her hands on the apron, and showed a worried look: " I think one of you should go and see her now, and if she's not feeling well, come down and tell me—"

"I'll go and have a look." Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper and stood up from the sofa.

"—I can't get in! I can't get in!"

A high-pitched voice came from behind the sofa, and its strange tone startled everyone.

"Kreacher! Go back to your room!" Sirius yelled at the house-elf angrily.

"Kreacher wanted to deliver breakfast to Miss Weasley - but the room couldn't get in!" Kreacher clutched at its dirty tea cloth towel and said tearfully, eyes wide like tennis balls, "Poor Weasley Miss, she must be starving—it's all Kreacher's useless! Can't get in the room!—Kreacher's useless! It's useless!"

The house-elf is back at what he knows best, head-to-head.

"Wait—who can tell him to stop?" Lupine asked wearily.

Sirius ordered rudely, "Stop, idiot!"

Kreacher, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button, kept his head on the ground and stopped abruptly.

"Yes, Master?" It raised its head and sniffed.

"What do you mean you can't get into the room?" Lupine asked gently, putting down the newspaper.

"Kreacher doesn't answer dirty werewolf questions—"

"Answer him! You rude little bastard—"

"Sirius, you don't have to—"

"—Because the room is under a scope spell!"

Kreacher's voice broke all the quarrel.

The voices in the room suddenly fell silent.

"A... what?" Sirius asked a little surprised.

"Area-of-area spells?" Mrs. Weasley was equally incredulous, "That's impossible, it involves space magic, even Percy—oh yes, even he might not be able to do it successfully, and Ginny I'm only in fourth grade this year!"

"That's a scope spell, ma'am." Kreacher straightened up and said to Mrs. Weasley with great contempt, "Pure-blood traitors certainly don't understand the greatness of pure-blood..."

"Shut up, Kreacher!"

"Let it go on, Professor Black." Scorpius suddenly interrupted Sirius' reprimand, he turned to Kreacher, and asked gently, "I've always wondered, Kreacher, what made you treat Ginny? Has it changed so much?"

Scorpius' question made the hall so quiet that even a pin dropped on the floor could be heard clearly.Slytherin cleared his throat in embarrassment, "I don't mean anything else," he looked around and explained patiently, "It's just a little strange, Kreacher said, 'Pure-blood traitors don't understand pure-blood What does the greatness of 'mean, even if she is already a Slytherin, Ginny is still a Weasley, why do you say she is a pureblood?"

"Of course she's a Weasley... she's a pureblood too," muttered Ron, looking up quickly at Scorpius, before he looked down at Scorpius.

But Kreacher didn't speak.

It started desperately "head-grabbing" and screaming "Kreacher is a bad elf".Mr. Weasley came down from the stairs, announcing with some anxiety that "no knock at the door".

"—Where is the Department of Mysteries?"

Just then, Harry asked nonchalantly.

The adults present were taken aback. In their opinion, all minors should not know about this place.

"A certain department of the Ministry of Magic." Sirius asked simply, pretending to be calm, "Where did you hear that?"

"In the dream." Harry's face turned pale, "I dreamed that Ginny was there, and there were a lot of Death Eaters."