[HP] Noble

Apparently Scorpius' memories have been falsified at some point - albeit illogically.He insisted that it was the year before last, the year of the Triwizard Tournament, that when the students of Durmstrang boarded their big ship, Scorpius also boarded as an exchange student. that ship.

"—this flawed lie—"

Sitting in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Harry Potter stared at his innocent old headmaster in disbelief: "So the whole year of last year was eaten by him? A toad with a bow - and Firenze - I really can't imagine, what did Snape say?!"

"—not entirely true. It is an alternate and selective memory falsification. From talking with little Gretel, I found out easily that he probably has memories of both Ms. Umbridge and Firenze, From his description, it seems that for several months he was constantly wandering between Hogwarts and Durmstrang, and the fireplace that never existed between the two schools was In the head of Slytherin's office." Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, still in the wizard robes he had worn at the Opening School dinner, and there was not even a smudge of his beard. Discovering the black pepper sauce of his dinner steak, the old wizard crossed his fingers and reminded his protégé, very gently, "And I must remind you, Harry, that you should be due to your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." respect."

Harry blinked, and then said dryly: "Thank you, Professor, for reminding me of another depressing fact, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape, uh, Professor..." Saying this, Harry paused Dun, repeatedly made up his mind to end this topic, "Then, professor, I wonder why Gretel never doubted that there are so many outstanding students in Hogwarts, Snape...how did the professor choose him as the so-called exchange students—let alone whether this thing called 'exchange students' never existed at all."

"And I'm afraid that's the truth, Potter." In the corner of the room, the senior Slytherin, who had been silent for a long time, sat on the sofa with a gloomy face and a rather elegant posture. It was obvious that Draco was not very happy that he was almost As soon as the opening dinner ended, all the new students had to be handed over to Astoria, and he had to travel across the school to the principal's office at the other end.Now, there is a cup of hot milk on his left hand, and he is obviously not very interested in this. He just rests his chin on one hand, and his silver-gray eyes casually glanced at the slowly rotating crystal ball on the principal's desk. Knowing that he is a little bit different from us—of course he knows better than we do, so why is that any wonder?”

"Perhaps it's strange that if there are swappers, it must be Gryffindor?" Harry put away the surprise on his face and showed a provocative expression, "After all, we are much more polite than you."

"Gryffindors are polite, this is definitely the funniest joke I've ever heard so far." Draco replied with a contemptuous expression, "It's for your poor IQ, we can find it with our toes That's not the point at all."

"Yeah," Harry retorted sarcastically, "maybe the point is that he started calling you 'Mr. Malfoy' again—oh, 'Mr. Malfoy', thanks to the German, I seem to see someone's three years of hard work It has become a floating cloud, which is really happy to hear and see."

"Shut up Potter, he wouldn't have been taken by the Germans if it weren't for you—"

"—I have to remind you that if you want to quarrel so meaninglessly instead of discussing things normally, I'm afraid I'll invite you two back." Dumbledore raised his voice, although he was still smiling, "after all It's curfew time, the first day of school is always exhausting and I think you're all tired."

"You are right, Professor, although there are still many problems that have not been resolved--" Draco said wearily, he stood up, "but I decided to solve it slowly."

Harry showed a clear smile: "Another three years?"

"Harry," Dumbledore warned calmly.

And Draco just quietly glanced at Gryffindor, who seemed to him to be mentally ill, and unexpectedly did not make any other moves. He turned and walked towards the door of the principal's office. Before he opened the door and left, he He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and said lightly: "Perhaps the next problem we need to solve is why Dierja Brest made it clear in such a way that he was the one who took Little Gretel away. not someone else."

"Actually, that's exactly what I was thinking about, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore was still sitting in his seat, his bright blue eyes staring unblinkingly and solemnly from behind the half-moon glasses. To Slytherin, "I prefer to believe that the return of little Mr. Gretel represents a matter of great significance."

Draco turned around, curled the corners of his lips lazily, noncommittal.

"Maybe we can ask Gretel himself?" Harry shrugged.

Slytherin sneered contemptuously, but at least Dumbledore smiled sincerely, and even winked at Draco jokingly: "Sometimes Gryffindors' thinking is indeed too simple and rude."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked blankly.

"You can't deal with a sleepwalking person by directly waking them up." Slytherin frowned impatiently. "You'd scare them."

Harry: "I don't understand?"

"Don't say anything, don't ask anything!" After leaving this sentence, Draco slammed the door again in front of Harry.

……

It was past curfew when we returned to the Slytherin common room, and when Draco walked out of the passage, there were only two or three seniors left in the common room.Judging from the scene, all the short-term mutual aid groups for this year have been allocated. Astoria is sitting by the fire holding a regular parchment, checking the list of members of this year's mutual aid group one by one.

Pansy Parkinson was sitting on the sofa not far away, and she was next to a black-haired boy. It was obvious that the two were having an intimate conversation.For Draco's arrival, the boy didn't react too much. He lightly touched the fur of the overweight gray chinchilla cat in his arms, raised his eyelids, and looked at Draco politely. Prince Lytrin nodded.

The thin lips pursed, and the senior Slytherin quickly regained his composure.

"Draco." Pansy glanced at her friend with some concern, "Is everything going well?"

"There aren't too many problems, just a simple explanation for the start of school." Draco glanced at Scorpius, then looked away, "The cat is not bad."

"..." Pansy bit her lower lip, vaguely feeling that she was hurting for Draco.

"Well, I picked it up on the road." Scorpius showed a gentle smile, "It was so small at the time, it was thrown beside the trash can on the side of the road, and it was as thin as a mouse."

Draco nodded calmly, his gray eyes were fixed on the face of the cat that was yelling at him stupidly. If I'm not mistaken, this cat was bought by him from a pet store when he was one month old. He brought it back at a high price of Galleons, and he was sure that it had been overnourished like a ball since it was a child, and it had been pampered and pampered to the point where it probably hadn't even seen a serious mouse.

Picked it up?Draco decided to stay silent

He stood up on the sofa, raised his hand, and wanted to say something. After hesitating for a moment, he finally lowered his hand weakly, and nodded coldly at the people on the sofa as he is most used to: "Mr. Rest and see you tomorrow."

"Oh, good night, Draco." Pansy hesitated, eyeing him uncertainly.

Scorpius also nodded: "Have a good dream, Mr. Malfoy."

Pansy quickly turned his head to look at Scorpius, then twisted back, and the expression on Draco's face immediately became complicated.

At this moment, Draco suddenly thought that maybe Potter was right.For example, it suddenly occurred to him that if that damned unknown memory tampering spell was irreversible, then he might have to accept the fact that "Master Draco Malfoy has been a house-elf for nothing for three years", and then? ...

Oh, and then keep working hard for the next three years.