[HP] Noble

Probably even Dumbledore himself would not have guessed that he would stand in a whole house of Slytherins to announce the arrival of war.

For a while, the Slytherin common room was terribly quiet. The seniors had different expressions and remained silent. Most of them looked gloomy, but they didn't show much surprise—clearly, they were planning carefully for themselves and their families After so many years, what I have been waiting for is probably this moment.However, more straightforward fear appeared on the faces of those lower grades. They looked at each other anxiously. A little girl who just entered school this year tugged at the skirt of a senior girl next to her, and asked in a low voice: "If war starts, will we be like him? . . . will we die?"

"—of course not, my girl."

Pansy knelt down so that she could raise her chin a little so that she could meet the eyes of the blue-eyed blonde.She gently covered the delicate little hands that were holding on to her skirt tightly, and then showed a gentle smile: "We will protect you, in the name of Salazar Slytherin, as long as Slytherin exists, No descendant of Slytherin will be harmed in the war."

The junior girl seemed to be really comforted. She relaxed a little, but she still didn't want to let go of Pencey's skirt.The dark-haired Slytherin brushed her hair, took her hand and stood up again.

"Thank you, Miss Parkinson." Dumbledore's bright blue eyes flickered behind half-moon lenses, which was surprising, and in most cases, such eyes were more reserved for Gryffindors. Yes, seeing the silver-white beard trembling funny, the old man sighed slowly, "I haven't been able to visit Slytherin's cellar a few times in my life, but every time I have benefited a lot."

"With all due respect, your life may be long, Professor." Snape reminded him blankly.

"Even tomorrow morning's scrambled eggs may choke me to death in front of all of you, and the arrival of death cannot be predicted by anyone." Dumbledore blinked at Pansy, "But we can use our best Run away from it," Snape snorted.

"Perhaps you should read more fairy tales, Severus." Dumbledore looked at Snape, and said in a cheerful tone, "Although they are children's books, surprisingly, they often teach People are many things."

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10 minute later.

"—Why did he wink at me! Merlin, I'm getting goosebumps!" When Dumbledore left with a group of professors and the half-dead conductor, Pansy fell back on the sofa with her arms folded, her face full of goosebumps. Strange, "I have no resonance with him!"

"Perhaps the old man felt that he had a unilateral resonance with you." Draco smiled lazily, threw the Half-Blood Prince's potion book into his schoolbag, and sat next to Pansy.

Hearing the platinum nobleman's words, Pan Xi shook vigorously, raised her carefully trimmed eyebrows and said, "That's impossible! I refuse to have any empathy with anyone older than my grandfather—I just need It is enough to maintain that insurmountable gap with them!"

As soon as Pansy finished speaking, the sofa on the other side of her was pushed down heavily, causing Scorpius to let out a small sigh.It wasn't a big deal, but Draco couldn't help but raise his eyelids to take a look, and he managed to notice Goyle sitting beside the fourth year Slytherin, distraught.

This humanoid creature who only knows how to eat and sleep all day long, can be regarded as the most carefree humanoid creature in Hogwarts, unexpectedly lost his mind today.Scorpius was puzzled, but he still couldn't help reaching out and patting him thickly: "He's still alive, Gore, don't worry."

Worry?Oh worry!Draco raised the corners of his lips slightly sarcastically. He didn't think Goyle would feel anxious about his brother who sold tickets for the bus at all, even if Dumbledore conjured up a stretcher with Crabbe lying on it, For Gore, there was more to worry about than this so-called cousin.

"One person's position cannot represent the entire family." Pansy obviously grasped the point better. She looked around and found that other people were busy with their own work or talking in groups, so she lowered her voice. He leaned closer to Gore, "A distant cousin cannot represent the position of your Grey family, and the way everyone looks at you doesn't even change."

"Still looking like you're looking at a fool—and Pansy is right about that." Draco nodded approvingly. "Have you finished your Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis, Goyle? Show it to me, Lest Professor Snape throw the whole parchment in your morose face next class."

Scorpius rummaged through his bag and pulled out a magazine.Draco had to raise his eyebrows when he saw the name of the magazine, it was The Quibbler, hell. "Why do you like to read this kind of garbage that lowers IQ?" He looked at Scorpius with contempt and quickly flipped through this thick magazine that only sold for three nuts per issue.

Scorpius didn't raise his head, but everyone saw that his ears were blushing, and his speed of turning the book stopped after about five seconds, and then he patted the book in front of Goyle: "Look—— This was last week's quackery, which also mentioned the conductor, and it seems the editor thinks the conductor was once a Death Eater!"

"Editor?" Draco almost laughed out loud. "You call that an editor? The whole book was written by one man, that crazy Ravenclaw's crazy father."

"I never cared about that," Scorpius grumbled disapprovingly, "and that's not the point."

"That's the point. There's nothing convincing about a magazine other than punctuation, and you're using it to convince Goyle that the Dark Mark won't appear within a few yards of his house." Within a hundred miles?"

When the "Dark Mark" was said, the surroundings became a little quieter, and several people who were talking obviously heard it, they stopped talking, turned around and stared at Draco in a little surprise, and when Draco turned Before staring back over their heads, they shrunk their necks and turned back again.

Goyle pulled the magazine with a gloomy face, and glanced at it quickly: "It said that I saw Sam Parker talking about the Death Eaters' secret plan in the Pig's Head Bar."

"This just proves the point - I don't think the Death Eaters would recruit a person whose IQ level is obviously lower than the normal line to be their companion. Feng and I...have worked with those people for so long, and have never seen a single The news was leaked by their own people."

"It could also be the Imperius Curse," Scorpius insisted.

"Even with the Imperius Curse," Draco waved his hand, as if to chase away some non-existent bugs, "this book is a veritable piece of garbage."

After speaking, he snatched the book from Gore's hand and threw it into the stove.Because the fire of the stove swallowed the combustibles, it rushed out suddenly, and then returned to its original trembling and calm state.

"Forfeit," said the Slytherin prince.

"You can't do this," Scorpius snorted fiercely, "That's my private property!"

"Of course I can," Draco said triumphantly, "I'm a prefect, remember?"

"The prefect can't interfere with the reading freedom of the people in the college," Scorpius said dissatisfiedly, "I am in the fourth grade, and I even got the right to apply for access to the private library. I saw Blaise reading a pornographic book two days ago. Witch magazine, why don't you burn it?"

"Because that magazine has been in bloody Blaise's hands since the owl brought it, and I haven't had time to look at it except for the cover." Draco said bluntly, "Why should I burn it?"

"This is a double standard!"

"Of course, of course it is. If you want not to be double-standarded, study hard, and then try to sit in my position - of course, it is very likely that I will already be the head of the Boys' Union by then." Draco put on a show Di moved his fingers, "As far as I know, this position has the highest right among students and cannot be shaken."

"Have you decided to compete for that one, Draco?" Pansy leaned over with a smile, holding a witch fashion magazine who didn't know when it would appear in her hand, "I knew you wouldn't let any Opportunity for abuse of privacy."

"Including pornographic magazines!" Scorpius said bitterly.

"Of course, including watching that. But I have to remind you of the brutal truth, boy, that even if you become a prefect, I still won't allow you to read pornographic magazines - and for that alone, I won't I want to be the chairman of the Boys' Student Council." Draco suddenly showed a clear smile, which was so charming that he stared blankly at a few girls in the lower grades - he is indeed the most handsome man in Hogwarts in this year's underground selection boys.

Scorpius' chest heaved violently—for the brazenness of the prefect in front of him: "Why?!"

"Why?" The platinum noble put away his smile and narrowed his silver-gray eyes slightly, "maybe it's based on this."

In full view, Prince Slytherin made a move that made Scorpius blush.

He raised his hand, stretched out his pale and slender index finger, and stroked his lips very quickly and erotically.

The book in Pansy's hand fell to the ground with a thud, "...Oh, my God Draco," the Slytherin girl praised in amazement, "You elegant little rascal!"