[HP] Noble

Dear Renault:

How are you?I'm back in the UK, Hogwarts has started, as if the news that I went to Durmstrang as an exchange student didn't spread, you should see them saw me at the door of the Great Hall on the day of the Orientation Dinner When the expression, like seeing a ghost.The lights are out now, I'm lying on my bed writing you this letter, I hope the handwriting is not too illegible, there are some things I feel I need to say, if I don't find a place to vent, I think I will probably tonight Insomnia.

And before I say everything, I must emphasize that the days of being a guest in Germany are very good. I miss the giant ice sculptures that never melt in the gate of Durmstrang, and I miss the old castles that are covered with snow all the year round. , although it is not as big as Hogwarts, but there are four-story towers, spacious hunting grounds, lakes and mountains, I am sure I like them, and even started to miss them when I just left.However, I think I've been away from Hogwarts for so long that it's as if I've never been back - it's a very strange feeling, as if I've been away from my school entirely for the past six months, This makes it very nostalgic, but also a little strange.I thought about it, and during those six months, I always felt that something important was forgotten by me-this feeling became more and more intense, until today, someone gave me an affirmative answer, yes, I really am Forgot something important.

And I'm sure that's very, very important.

I was prompted by someone I didn't expect to be approached for the past three years, but today I found myself subconsciously wanting to trust him—"It's never a good thing to be too gullible Son." Oh yes, you have emphasized this sentence countless times in my ears, of course I remember.

But Leno, this time I think I need help.

Your friend: Scorpigret

Taking a deep breath and re-reading his own letter, Scorpius hesitated about repeating the word "important" too many times, but then realized it wasn't a big deal .So in the end, he threw the quill pen to the side of the book bag under the bed, and the half-dried ink stained the quilt hanging at the foot of the bed. The little Slytherin grabbed it and wrapped it around his lap, and then took it out from the head of the bed. With his own wand, he poked the letter lightly, using a simple quick-drying spell.

He folded the short letter and planned to hire a long-distance owl from the post office to mail it when he arrived in Hogsmeade village on the weekend.

When all the movements were done, he was finally able to relax and lay back on the soft bed. At this moment, Scorpius thanked the thick ornate curtains for giving him a completely private space.With his hands resting on his head, the black-haired Slytherin was staring at the ceiling, while listening to Versace's constant snoring in the next bed, everything about tonight began to flash in his mind in disorder.

It's like a soundtrack, starting with the tall, lanky platinum nobleman pulling his wand and casting a super-standard modified version of the Luminosity Charm, the hand he shuts the potions office door, or an inconsequential look, all of which The small details are infinitely magnified in this late night when it should be a deep sleep.

Scorpius rolled over, feeling his heart beat a little faster.He didn't want to tell anyone about what happened in front of the common room, even if the memory was as vivid as if it had happened at that time - about how the noble Slytherin prince gently took off in the flickering candlelight. He took off his gloves and revealed the biggest secret in front of him without reservation.

The fingertips seem to still have the touch feeling when touching the delicate scales that seem to almost glow with fluorescence. It is cold, with a little stickyness unique to animal outer membranes. Among the types of dragons that Scorpius can understand, No dragon has such scales, and their scales are usually huge as disks, hard and rough, and dull.

are you afraid?

"not at all."

When he realized it, Scorpius found himself accidentally speaking aloud - literally talking to himself.This interrupted Versace's long snoring, he turned over while mumbling in his sleep, and then the room fell silent.

Scorpius grabbed his own pillow and covered his face, and at this moment, his memory finally reached the last moment.

oh yes.

That damn kiss.

He didn't even want to mention it in his letter to Raynor - because I'm afraid it will be rewarded with a good-natured ridicule because of his fuss, and the dark-haired Slytherin certainly didn't want to let himself do it because of something so simple that it seemed like a child. He was 14 years old, and he was no longer a kid who didn't understand anything. In the eyes of these blond foreigners, kissing might just be a daily polite expression.

Scorpius flung the pillow away and rolled on the soft bed violently and excitedly, but no matter how hard he struggled, a message would clearly emerge in his heart: if he really suffered from insomnia tonight, it could only be The only reason.

It made him a little unhappy, but also a little happy.

……

The next morning, at the long Slytherin table, Scorpius stepped back, looking away uncomfortably, away from the girl who looked at him suspiciously.

"Okay, Pansy." Scorpius said without embarrassment, carefully fixing his gaze on a corner of Pansy's sleeve, "You're going to spill my pumpkin juice."

"What happened last night?" The Slytherin girl asked sharply as she straightened the jaw of the third-year Slytherin.

Scorpius noticed that the heir to the Malfoy family, who had been calmly having his own breakfast next to him, slapped his wrist, and the silver knife lightly slipped on the side of his plate-it didn't make a rude screeching sound, but he didn't know why , This little episode almost made little Slytherin's heart stop beating.

And when the former didn't even bother to lift his eyelids and continued to have his breakfast gracefully and nonchalantly, Scorpius' heart resumed its normal operation, "Nothing happened...Pansy...I'm fine." Scorpius Pi replied in a low voice, hating himself for sounding stammered and not crisp enough.

"Something must have happened, boy, don't try to hide it from me!" Pansy said disdainfully, "Look at your dark circles, you didn't even get a good night's sleep!"

At this moment, Scorpius noticed that Draco looked away from the scrambled eggs in front of him, and then glanced here calmly.

This look was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"Did that chubby old man bully you?" Seeing that Scorpius hesitated for a long time, Pan Xi raised his eyebrows and began to make wild guesses.

"No one will send him an invitation letter just to call him in front of him and bully him personally." A lazy tone sounded from behind the two of them, "And you are about to strangle him, girl."

"You're right there, Draco!" Pansy let go of Scorpius' collar, shifted his target, and angrily turned to the Slytherin prince who was slamming into the muzzle of the gun, "while you watched him being shot by that slimy smelly The old man is bullying, thanks to which I emphasized, if you are there, he has nothing to be afraid of!"

"Nobody bullied him." Draco said with a headache, "he's old enough, and has a normal IQ."

"Merlin," Scorpius put down the cup in his hand in surprise, "why do I feel like I'm being praised?"

"Just because Draco said you had a normal IQ." Pansy snorted sourly, which made her look like she was possessed by Professor Snape, "I can't expect to see you in my life." The two of you should stop this strange way of getting along with each other—Draco, you must correct your mentality, you must know that you are not someone's legal guardian, you—oh!"

"What guardian?" Scorpius was dumbfounded.

"I'm talking to Draco!"

The Slytherin girl glared at him, and then quickly glanced at Master Malfoy, seeing that the latter didn't react too much, just continued his breakfast with his head down and expressionless, as if he was relieved, so he boldly , and snorted loudly again.

As for the end of breakfast, when Draco picked up his stack of books and went with Zabini to the potions lab, only Scorpius and Pansy were left at the table.

"I think I've lost my memory, Pansy."

Scorpius said seriously.

Pansy, who was struggling with a piece of cherry cake, almost smeared the plate in the little Slytherin's face in shock when she heard this.

"What?" she asked, blinking in disbelief.

"And what you mean is that I have been under the care of Mr. Malfoy for a long time, is that so?"

Pansy was silent, she put down her silver spoon, turned to Scorpius solemnly, and said with a tangled expression of sympathy and sarcasm at the same time: "No, dear, you were... very independent, a A reassuring child."

"Really?"

Of course it's fake. "real."

"I still feel like I'm forgetting something?"

"...Probably because you are the grade leader?"

"Oh!" Scorpius asked in surprise, "Have I ever been?"

"...you are now too." Pansy said speechlessly, "You will find that the whole long table of third graders is waiting for you to stand up, and then lead them to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom where you are going to teach, and now it is only a few minutes away from the third grader. There are only 5 minutes left to start a class."