[HP] Noble

Meanwhile, there was an argument between the children and the grown-ups - all assembled in Ginny's empty room, her Christmas presents stacked in the corner of the wall, seemingly untouched - —Probably before they were sent by the owls, she left Black's old house, and at that time, the space spell had not yet taken effect.

The pile of presents was placed there in a mess, which was particularly dazzling.Hermione sobbed softly, covered her mouth and turned around to hide behind George.

"Probably a timing spell—she knew the sound of owls beating the windows would get the adults' attention." Mr. Weasley frowned worriedly, looking annoyed and troubled. "I never knew that Ginny Consider things so thoughtfully."

"That's just because we're more useful than you think, Dad." Ron grumbled angrily, and Sirius muttered "Slytherin" as Snape turned to check the window for traces of magic. .

Mrs. Weasley was furious, she started crying again, tears streaming down her face, this usually kind woman turned her head and yelled at her youngest son hysterically: "It doesn't mean I can let you -"

"We've got no time to waste, Mom," said George, leaning against the door and breaking his mother's yelling with his arms folded, looking eerily calm.

"Yes, so you should go back to your rooms!" Mrs. Weasley almost screamed, "I've lost Ginny! How can you make your mums try to lose any of you?" Worrying about being alone!—how can you bear—”

"But we can't just sit here, Mrs. Weasley." Harry Potter took George's words. "Fred is right, we don't have time to argue about where we should be. If I remember correctly, Fred told me that they know how the furnaces of the Order of the Phoenix are supposed to go to the Ministry of Magic, you can't stop us - if the Death Eaters really come, the Ministry of Magic must be in chaos now, no one is free Come to divert the furnaces of the Order of the Phoenix."

At that moment, the stunned expression on Mrs. Weasley's face made Harry feel very guilty and even regretful, but he did not escape in the end, and bravely met this kind woman with firm eyes.

"First of all, thank you for revealing the little secret we obviously know too much about the stove. And for God's sake, I'm George, Harry, and Hermione can't be crying in Fred's arms." George Rolling his eyes, "The person who told you to add moonshine flower powder to the Floo powder to reach the 'Magic Maintenance Department' is also—"

Mrs. Weasley gasped and turned angrily to Mr. Weasley.

"I swear I didn't say that, Molly," said Mr. Weasley resignedly.

"That sounds like you - Arthur Weasley is the only one who likes to call evening primroses moonshine!" Mrs. Weasley screamed angrily, her eyes full of terror, the worn floor There was a plaintive crunch at her angry feet.

"It's not Dad's fault. George and I have more ways to get the information we want." The real Fred muttered while standing by the sofa.

"Now you all shut up!" Mr. Weasley said seriously, his face was pale, and he was sweating in such a cold weather, this man who is keen on Muggle research seemed to collapse at any moment , everyone has never seen him like this before, in the end, he took a deep breath——

"I can allow you to come with us."

"No!"

"Arthur—"

"I'm afraid I cannot agree with your decision, Arthur."

"Can Weasleys not always show the lower limit of their IQ at critical moments?"

"No, Harry, you have to stay here—"

The room became messy for a while.

"Actually, I think Arthur is right." Professor Lupine said slowly, he glanced at all the people in the room with different expressions as if he was always so meek, and said unhurriedly, "If they go to the Ministry of Magic by themselves, they will probably cause even more trouble. We don't even know where the Death Eaters are. I can't imagine what will happen if Harry meets them head-on. —Follow us, at least they will be more secure."

"We can help," said Harry firmly, "not just to make trouble for you."

Others nodded in agreement.

Mrs. Weasley looked almost as if Voldemort had already rang her doorbell, the woman clenched her lower lip in disbelief and seemed almost speechless, trembling and doing the last thing she could Struggling a little: "... Gretel is too young, don't—"

"If Scorpius insists on going, I'll take good care of my son, Molly." Mr. Great said mildly, and gave Mrs. Weasley a sincere and grateful smile. Not so much, he definitely learned more from my wife than you can imagine."

"Of course I'm going." Scorpius frowned. "But if you ask, I'll just wait for you outside the Ministry, Dad."

"...Even if you half consciously listen to your parents...Merlin, I never thought that I would want to have a group of Slytherin children so much." Mrs. Weasley murmured in confusion.

"Your one and only Slytherin daughter cast an ancient spatial timing spell, and now she's sitting among a bunch of Death Eaters." Professor Snape taunted mercilessly, "Want my house to be full of redheads." , unless the next day is the end of the world or... I die."

"We're running out of time," said Lupine. "It's time to go now—Tonks, are the Ministry of Magic architectural plans ready?"

"Here." The pink-haired witch hurriedly stuffed several rolls of parchment into Lupine's arms. "Here, it's all here."

"Thank you, Tonks." Lupine nodded. "We go in through the main entrance. It's too dangerous to use the stove without knowing the exact location on the opposite side."

"Come here, boys, of course, and you, Harry, Scorpius—well, of course I realize you're still there, Kyle Grace." Arthur Weasley said tensely, "Come here , children, I have to tell you some related safety matters, and I need some guarantees from you."

Scorpius glanced at his father, and under his signal, the two followed the crowd out of Ginny's room.

Beside a dilapidated window, Mr. Great stopped, and the father and son took a moment to look at each other. Finally, after what seemed like a long, long time, the helpless father sighed: "I hope you're not just saying you're going to stay honestly outside the Ministry."

"...That's the talk of the scene." Scorpius blinked, "Of course I want to go in."

Mr. Great: "..."

"Mrs. Weasley looks sad to death, I have to say something to comfort her." Little Slytherin shrugged, "Of course she won't care about me when it gets chaotic."

"I'm afraid I can't agree to let you face those outlaws. They are different from what you imagined, son."

"So the tolerance and generosity you showed just now is just a show?"

"Well, not exactly."

"Then there's nothing else to say." Scorpius took a deep breath. "I'm going. But I swear I'll keep up with Grandpa or you, I won't run around, I won't run into a Death Eater alone and just go He died at the hands of a passer-by."

Scorpius finished.

Then he found himself having to play eye contact with his father again.

"—we'll enter the Ministry of Magic through Entrance Five."

It took another century or so for Mr. Great to say, as if he had made up his mind, and he was still staring at his son as he said this.

And the latter just curled his lips very calmly: "I'll make preparations."

After speaking, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, Scorpius turned around unsteadily and walked back to his own room.

……

Inside Malfoy Manor.

"You look absent-minded, my son."

Narcissa Malfoy was wearing her favorite dress, sitting on the gorgeous soft sofa, playing with a bouquet of fresh blue magic roses in her fair hands, and she trimmed them carefully with small silver scissors branches and leaves.

It took a while for the boy whose name was called to react, he froze for a moment, frowned slowly, and said in a confused tone: "No, I just felt a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, Mom, there's nothing left Anything else is bad."

Click.

Narcissa snipped off a withered leaf.

With the soft sound of the scissors, Draco's heart skipped a beat.

This feeling is too bad.Slytherin put down the potion that he hadn't read for a few pages from the beginning, and looked around blankly: "Father hasn't come back yet?"

"Your father said early in the morning that he had to go...to that person." Narcissa put down the scissors, her face turned pale, she bit her lower lip, her hesitant expression seemed to be comforting herself at the same time Like, "But it will be fine, don't worry, today is Christmas, he wouldn't—"

The woman's words were interrupted by the loud apparition sound outside the house.

The door of Malfoy Manor was pushed open from the outside, Draco stood up from the sofa almost reflexively, and the heavy potions dictionary slipped from his lap onto the soft animal skin rug.

Lucius Malfoy walked in quickly, his face paler than ever——

"They took Ginny Weasley, and just before sunset tonight, they will attack the Ministry of Magic."

Narcissa opened her mouth, then closed it, her jaw tightened, she nodded to her husband, then stood up, brushing his messy hair from running: "Order of the Phoenix..."

"The Order of the Phoenix has moved, but there's no informant—it's not me this time, and it's not Severus." Lucius frowned in confusion. "I don't know how they got the news."

"It's not a good thing." Narcissa said calmly, "They all went?"

"Heard the news like this."

The witch raised her delicate eyebrows high: "'All—'? I mean, including those children?"

"They're not members of the Order of the Phoenix." Lucius muttered to correct her, but after hesitating for a moment, he glanced at his pale but silent son who had been standing by, "but it's true, they All gone - don't know what's wrong with them, but the kids are going too - Draco! Come back! I won't allow you to -"

And Master Malfoy, who has always followed his father's orders to every punctuation mark, only left him with a firm back this time.