[HP] Noble

"Don't be nervous," Draco said as if he couldn't understand what Scorpius was saying, "As a Slytherin, you should calmly face gossip instead of looking for death at every turn. If they are happy, they will Keep discussing these things until they find it boring, even if you stand at the door of the auditorium every day and yell at everyone and tell them you're still a virgin—”

In the sound of Scorpius gasping for breath, Draco hooked the corners of his lips, and then quickly flattened it. At this moment, there was a deep smile in Slytherin's silver-gray eyes, "Believe me, even if you did, they'd still wish you were mine."

"I, no, will, at, ceremony, hall, door, mouth, rush, each, person, big, roar, big, shout—" Scorpius said through gritted teeth, "About, am I a goddamn Small, virgin, and male."

Then he was tapped twice on the shoulder - full of meaning, and he heard the senior Slytherin, who was a full head taller than him, say flatly, "At least I know, of course you are."

Scorpius decided not to speak.

There was no way he was yelling at Draco in the hallway about whether he was that or something.

And Draco was right, he was an innocent little virgin, thanks to the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother, he was indeed.

"Where are you going?" Scorpius decided to change the subject. At this time, he found himself following Draco involuntarily - when the platinum noble stepped forward, he did so unconsciously. up.

When he found himself raising his jaw slightly, observing the perfect three-dimensional profile of the people around him from a familiar angle, and following him step by step at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, Si Copi was surprised, as if he'd always been used to the action.

"Go to the Quidditch pitch, today is the team's new recruitment day." Draco said, as if thinking of something more troublesome, he frowned with some annoyance, "Gryffindor rented a new team in front of us." out of the field, we have to line up behind them."

Scorpius: "Oh."

Draco: "Are you coming?"

Scorpius: "You can go and have a look."

Draco: "Not going?"

"I'm not like you," Scorpius said casually. "You're born to be a broom."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly closed his mouth, wanting to slap himself: What the fuck, do you know him very well? !

But instead of being infinitely entangled with Scorpius, Prince Slytherin seemed to be pleased a little and accepted this strange compliment, he nodded slightly, and then his attitude became more gentle , when they turned back to the stairs and passed the armor of the Knights of the Round Table Dagonit the Clown again, Scorpius couldn't help but take another look.

Not for anything else.

It just suddenly occurred to me that the senior Slytherin beside me just now seemed to be very interested in it.

"They are placed here for a reason." The Platinum Noble said endlessly.

"Ah?" Scorpius obviously didn't expect that his little action would not be let go, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "What's the reason?"

Draco didn't answer, he was silent all the way, until they re-entered the corridor leading to the Quidditch training ground outside the castle, they met Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil of Gryffindor, watching The two girls whispered sadly at the corner of the corridor, and Draco remembered that there had been rumors that the Patil sisters were leaving Hogwarts.

"Dumbledore once had his Knights of the Round Table."

After passing the pair of Gryffindor friends, the platinum nobleman lowered his voice.

"Oh, oh?" Scorpius looked quite surprised, "Why have you never heard that old man mention it?"

"No one wants to mention this." Draco resumed his indifferent expression. "This is a tragedy of complete failure. Those loyal knights, most of them died in that war."

"Sorry, mostly? You mean someone survived?" Scorpius asked.

"The knights representing Graheade survived, but they would rather die." Draco looked out the window, and found that the morning sun had disappeared, and now the weather outside was gray, as if it might rain at any moment, "Uh, He continued hesitantly, "You probably know them."

"them?"

"Yes, they. There are two people in Grahead." The platinum nobleman said, "they are the Longbottoms."

Scorpius was so surprised that he almost swallowed his tongue: "Neville Longbottom's parents?"

"They have been lying in Saint-Germont for more than ten years, their souls are damaged and it is difficult to repair." Draco said thoughtfully, "Professor Snape thinks that the potion can save them, but no one can prescribe the right medicine-three The indelibility of the great unforgivable curses makes them unforgivable."

"I've decided not to laugh at Longbottom anymore."

"...I think it's only fair to him to laugh normally."

Scorpius fell silent for a moment, deciding to ignore Draco's evil god logic: "So, who is 'Joker' Dagonit?"

He originally thought that his question might be too abrupt, but unexpectedly, Draco showed a quick but very clear smile: "You noticed that I cared about it, didn't you?"

Scorpius choked on his own spit.

Before he had time to defend himself, the top of his head was patted lightly, and his hand quickly moved away, but Scorpius couldn't stop his eyes from following it until it was placed back on the master's side , Swing back and forth naturally with the pace of walking.Then he heard a faint voice above him say calmly: "'Joker' Dagonit is a Black."

"What! Professor Black?" Scorpius was taken aback suddenly, thinking of their black dog jumping up and down next to the head of Slytherin every day, it was really difficult to connect him with the glorious image of the knights of the round table, so he had to use The form of rhetorical question tactfully expressed his surprise.

This time, however, Draco didn't answer his question directly.

"He's a hero."

After rushing down these words, Draco stepped out of the castle.As he saw it, he was greeted by a biting wind with freezing rain, and Draco quickened his pace along the muddy road, leaving behind a puzzled fourth-year Slytherin.

Just as everyone inadvertently, the summer ended quietly.

When October is about to come, there are already occasional rain and snow weather.In this early winter, even the dullest people will find that the number of people around them seems to be decreasing at an imperceptible speed as the weather gets colder. After Sister Patil, Gryffin More Felicity, and then Villena of Hufflepuff, when the whole school had their first weekend trip to Hogsmeade this term, a Ravenclaw girl burst into tears at the breakfast table because She hasn't been able to find her best friend since she woke up.

"Go one more."

Scorpius sighed, looked up and glanced around the neatly packed Slytherins.He conveniently stuffed a piece of bacon under the mouth of the turtle at hand—a rare triangular turtle. When Draco took it out, he watched it for a long time in the spirit of "rare things are more expensive". Finally, at Pansy's On reminder, he awkwardly accepted the fact that it was his own gift to Draco.

So amnesia is a very annoying thing.

Gently moved the turtle away with one hand: "It's not the only one who wants breakfast, don't be like a child and want people to stare at you all the time, boy."

The platinum noble's voice came from behind the dark-haired Slytherin.Then, with the cold breath in the corridor, Draco sat down next to Scorpius, and the fresh smell of ice and snow made Scorpius, who had been sitting in the warm auditorium for a long time, shiver.

"What is that Ravenclaw crying so early in the morning?" Draco asked casually as he brought himself a piece of toast.

"It's an old drama, it's probably when you find out early in the morning that you can't find your friends." Pansy shrugged, "I guess the person she's looking for should be on the way to Beauxbatons."

Draco sneered: "A group of idiots, even if they escape to the other side of the earth."

Scorpius felt that he was trying to express the meaning of "the monk can't run away from the temple if he runs away"...Thank you for the profound and profound Chinese language.

After breakfast, everyone from the third year onwards ran off to Hogsmeade - Scorpius was a little surprised, since the Knight Bus conductor, it was hard for him to imagine that Dumbledore would allow them at such a time Leaving school to go outside, the small magic village even seemed more lively than usual.

There are all kinds of amulets and potions against all kinds of dark magic animals that I have never heard of. The most interesting thing is that Scorpius met a sloppy wizard and wanted to sell it to him seriously. "Authentic amulet from the East", he took it and looked at it, and found that it was full of typos. Those Chinese characters that looked decent were either glanced or missing.

The Honeydukes' Candy House is always the most popular place, and most of the crowds inside are third-year students visiting Hogsmeade village for the first time, and each of them seems to intend to contribute all their pocket money to it. here.Scorpius stood on the doorstep, and then he met Ron Weasley.

He had just returned from a triumphant return from the store.

He was holding two paper bags in his hand, and the red and gold scarf was squeezed crookedly, and the freckles on his face were reflected even more brightly by the rosiness on his face from being too excited.

"Grete!" he exclaimed in surprise, "what are you doing here!"

"...Because I'm in the fourth grade." Scorpius replied speechlessly.

"Oh, yes, yes." Ron blushed, looked around a little uneasy, and then he found that everyone was busy, and almost no one noticed who he was talking to, so he stomped his feet and put The small bag of candies in his hand was placed on the steps in front of the store, then he straightened up and quickly stuffed the heavy bag of candies into Scorpius' arms!

"Here, give you!"

The action was so violent that Scorpius was almost pushed to the ground.

Scorpius slipped under his feet, and was finally able to stand firm by being held behind his collar.

Looking back, it was Draco carrying a few ancient magic books.

"You know, I don't expect much from you," Prince Slytherin said slowly, "but can't you even stand your ground?"

Scorpius coughed a few times and choked on the cold wind with ice and snow.

Then with a light in his arms, the candy bag from Gryffindor was taken by the senior Slytherin. He held the book he bought with one hand, held the bag of candy with his elbow, and reached out with the other free hand. When he came out, the hand wearing the black dragon leather glove was gently turned over, the palm facing upwards.

This action stunned a Slytherin and a Gryffindor.

"Hurry up, Pansy and the others are waiting for us at the Pig's Head Bar." The platinum noble frowned lightly and urged, "I'm dying of cold."

...and then there is no more.

Gryffindor, who had sworn a month ago that "they definitely didn't even hold hands", just stared dumbfounded at the sight of his sweetheart and the rumored partner who should have had a pure relationship and left hand in hand.

When Harry came out of Honeydukes' candy house, he saw his good friend standing like a statue at the door, and he rolled his eyelids, and he saw two Slytherins not far away.

The Gryffindor savior sighed: "They're gone, buddy."

"..."

"Don't be depressed, it's just holding hands, uh, there's still hope for everything."

"It's just that the road is slippery, Harry."

"...well, Ron, if you feel like it—"

"Shall I hold you so we can keep each other from falling over?"

"...No, thank you, I can walk well by myself."