[HP] Noble

Swear to Merlin, if you're the main character, you'll have no trouble discovering what a thing it is when two of Hogwarts' current biggest rumored trios meet alone in a hallway where no one else is around. Crazy stuff.

Harry tugged at the collar of his cloak, trying to hide the embarrassment on his face - he knew that it was the best choice for him to walk away as if no one was there at this moment, but in fact, it was like a devil's net conjured out of thin air With his heels wrapped around, he just stood there stupidly, staring at each other like a ghost with the fourth year Slytherin.

After a brief silence, the eyes of the two fell on each other's black hair in unison.

Thanks to the wonderful Jack of Spades - from Black Hair, Unspeakable Love.

Harry noticed that the corners of the hateful Slytherin's lips gradually curled up, showing a playful smile - if you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that it is definitely a kind of schadenfreude, "she was saying You, eh, Potter?" Scorpius drew out the end of each word in a tone that sounded deadly calm to him.

"What? Who?" Harry decided that he would completely hate this way of speaking, he raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help asking angrily.

"Don't be stupid." Scorpius pulled up the brim of his hat to hide his smile. "We all heard Professor Trelawney's prophecy."

"None of the old liar's words are to be believed!" Harry raised his voice, "and you'll notice that you also have more conventional black hair than I do, and just now we were both in the hallway, just now. Behind our respective armors, it was the two of us who heard the prophecy, how do you know it wasn't talking about you?"

Scorpius snorted unceremoniously, and sneered contemptuously: "Because I don't have any 'damn love that can't be said'."

"Of course you have," Harry felt his blood rushing up from the soles of his feet, which made him realize that he was indeed a young man with fresh blood, and now he was easily irritated, he imitated Slytherin Showing an equally hateful smile, "You like Malfoy but dare not say it, isn't that so?"

The smile on Scorpius' face disappeared quickly.

Harry's heart moved, but he regretted that he hadn't become much happier because of this.

It didn't take long for him to see that he was right.

"If what the school newspaper said is true, Potter, then I'm afraid that the person who has been deeply in love with someone for four years but dare not tell is you." The black-haired Slytherin said softly.

Harry's face twitched, and he immediately retorted: "I don't like you."

"It's not a happy check-in, Potter. But if I like Mr. Malfoy - you'll see it's definitely not some 'unspeakable love', first of all he and I are Slytherins, I'm the head of the year, He is a prefect, my family is powerful, and the Malfoy family is also powerful in England—you tell me, if I like him, what am I afraid to say?"

Everything is well-matched, except for the small fact that the Malfoys are rich and my family is poor... a pity.Scorpius added something guilty in his heart, but of course he didn't say it.

Harry opened his mouth stupidly, he wanted to pick out something wrong and refute it, but after thinking about what Slytherin said for a long time, he finally had to come to a conclusion: Merlin's beard, I'm afraid he was right of.

"...and you are a Gryffindor." Scorpius pulled the brim of his hat lazily, and continued, "No matter how famous you are, and no matter how many times you have escaped death under the hands of the Dark Lord, but You are a Gryffindor, oh, the legacy of your ancestors is engraved on the sky above Hogwarts, a great Gryffindor shouldn't like a despicable and cunning Slytherin."

Speechless, all Harry could do was stare at him savagely.

Scorpius looked at him mockingly: "So now you only have two options left, the first one, forget about that ridiculous poker prophecy, and walk away. The second one, admit that the prophecy was about you, and walk away open--"

Harry turned and walked away, feeling as if his boots could blaze with fury on the cold blue bricks of Hogwarts.

"—then, don't be in such a hurry, sir? You haven't said which number you'd choose, Mr. Potter—"

"Trelawney was an old liar from beginning to end! That's it! Goodbye!"

Harry growled without looking back.

……

Until Potter's back completely disappeared at the corner of the corridor, the smile on Scorpius' face finally disappeared.It was replaced by an unspeakable frustration. He could not accept that before he figured out whether he liked boys or girls, in the eyes of everyone, he was another man's property.

everything.

evil.

This dire claim obviously comes from the equally dire Zabini - just this morning at breakfast, when he asked Zabini to hand over the jar of marmalade -

Zabini: "Another jar of jam is right in front of Draco, honey, not only can you ask him to pass it to you, you even have the right to ask your man to spread the jam on the toast for you."

Draco: "I'd rather smear the whole jar of jam on your face, Blaise."

Scorpius: "...that's blueberry, I want orange!"

Pansy: "Honey, you never liked anything orange."

Scorpius: "I like it now, give it to me! Orange!"

No one cares about him.

... Scorpius ended up eating toast with blueberry jam.

When the slender pale fingertips held the jar of jam and gently placed it in front of him, Scorpius heard the good-natured laughter from the entire Slytherin table, and he was sure that he blushed, and he was probably purple.So for a whole breakfast later, he didn't say a word, just ate his breakfast honestly.

Although the instigator always sat beside him, talking and laughing smartly, as if nothing had happened.

Ultimately, Scorpius decided, er, blueberry jam was better than orange-flavored jam.

……

What a mess.

Scorpius grabbed the brim of his hat in a breakdown, kicked the old armor beside him angrily, and the clanging armor trembled and crumbled.

"This is the armor left by Percival. It is very precious. You don't want to know how many Galleons it takes to repair it."

A calm voice came from the end of the corridor.

That's definitely enough to break the bank.

Scorpius sighed deeply, turned around and faced the half-body still hidden in the shadows: "Who is Percival?"

"It is said that one of the twelve most noble knights led by King Arthur of Great Britain. People like to call them the Knights of the Round Table. Now more people like to regard them as a symbol of loyalty and forgiveness. Percival is the most outstanding and was named by King Arthur. Sent to find the Holy Grail - after the myth ended, their armor was collected by Hogwarts, and it was placed in this corridor closest to the headmaster's office."

Draco came out from the shadows, his expression didn't change much, but he was as expressionless as he was used to and looked a little indifferent, he moved closer to the armor closest to him, as if looking at it with great interest After a while, a deep voice came out of his nose: "This is 'Joker' Dagonit's, he usually symbolizes eternal battle and has all the victories."

Scorpius was silent.

Until Prince Slytherin said something in a casual tone that made him want to run away.

"The armor you hid just now is Grahead, the purest Knight of the Round Table, only he can hold the Holy Grail."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "I've been here since you got into that armor to hide from Potter."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "I was fortunate enough to hear a very moving rebuttal, and I was almost convinced."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "What were you trying to do here?"

Scorpius: "Would like to take a walk after dinner."

Draco: "What now?"

Scorpius: "I want to die."