[HP] Noble

Draco was wearing gloves. The surface of the dragon skin was full of wrinkles, but it was extremely soft due to special treatment.Probably because of the rainy and snowy weather in winter, the whole feeling is cold to the touch, not very comfortable, but it doesn't make people want to withdraw their hands from this encirclement.

Most of the time, Draco just held his hand lightly, and the senior Slytherin's long fingers perfectly held Scorpius' hand completely.Occasionally passing by the ice surface formed by accumulated water under the snow, Draco seemed to know it in advance forever, and whenever this happened, he would use a little force to gather his palms together.

It's as if Scorpius would really fall on such a small ice surface (not completely impossible, of course).

On the way to the Pig's Head Bar, there was a fine snowfall in the gray sky.Scorpius kept his head down from the beginning to the end, and was completely trusted to be led to turn, stop, and move forward without realizing it.He lowered his eyes, watching almost fascinatedly as the white water vapor he breathed was frozen in the air and almost condensed into ice.

On the contrary, only the fourth-year Slytherin knew that his palm was about to burst into flames for no reason...

As a result, the small piece of skin texture on the palm of the palm attached to the cold dragon leather glove became unusually present—to be specific, Scorpius probably thought that his whole body was going to disappear, and there was probably not much left. An area of ​​up to 50 square centimeters exists in this world.

"Are there any Galleons on the ground?"

"..."

"Excuse me, look up at the road."

The road from Honeydukes to the Hog's Head seemed to be stretched invisible by a stretching magic, or they encountered a ghost hitting the wall in broad daylight.Scorpius muttered vaguely, carefully raised his eyelids, and quickly glanced at the senior Slytherin who was leading him half a step ahead.

The latter didn't turn his head, and didn't even respond from the corner of his eye.

"You look uneasy."

Scorpius raised his head suddenly, and found that the speaker was looking straight ahead, as if he was concentrating on the road ahead.If it wasn't just the two of them present, and Draco didn't like talking to himself very much, Scorpius almost suspected that he had an auditory hallucination just now.

"Uh," Scorpius hesitated, "probably yes, it's too...quiet now, and I always feel that something will happen."

Draco paused, without even frowning: "Can it be solved?"

"Probably."

"It's not a problem if it can be solved."

"..."

Regarding this answer that was too domineering to look directly at, Scorpius found that no matter what he answered, it was inappropriate.Of course, it's even more unacceptable to sneer at him - and he, strictly speaking...is not familiar with him.

So the two of them fell into silence again, but fortunately, the atmosphere was not awkward—it was just like a normal topic had just ended perfectly.

The footsteps never stop, the snow crunching under heavy winter boots with a satisfying sound.

Occasionally raising his head to peep cautiously, judging from the lightly fluttering eyelashes of the other party, it was obvious that Draco hadn't completely ignored him throughout the whole process.

So an impulse to smile spread from the heart along the blood vessels to every pore of the body.

And Scorpius did exactly that—

Sure enough, in exchange for a look of contempt, there is a very disgusting "don't smirk".

……

As a village, you definitely can't expect Hogsmeade to be huge.Therefore, it took two Slytherins about 15 minutes to complete the journey that usually only takes about 7 minutes-of course, it is rainy and snowy, and the road is slippery.

When they finally arrived at the entrance of the Pig's Head pub, it was already full of people - most of them were Hogwarts seniors and Hogsmeade natives, and the younger students preferred to go to The Three Broomsticks, it's a much brighter environment than the Hog's Head, which was a bit too challenging for the younger kids.

Standing on the creaking old rotten wooden steps, Scorpius raised his freed left hand, moved it, and found that his fingers were numb - he began to secretly pray that his stiffness just now was not noticed.Glancing at Draco, he was bending over slightly, carefully looking at today's recommended dishes and alcohol placed at the door of the bar.

Almost unconsciously, Scorpius reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Draco turned his head slowly, with a flat face, but Scorpius suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been frightened.

"What?" Prince Slytherin asked lazily, curling the corners of his lips slightly.

Scorpius choked, and finally squeezed out a simple word from the corner of his mouth: "Snow."

"..."

After staring at each other strangely for a moment, the senior Slytherin finally looked away, and replied casually, "Go in." Saying this, he pushed open the door of the bar—the bell hanging on the door immediately brittle The ground "bell" rang.The moment Draco took a step, Scorpius noticed his fingertips moving under his robes, as if to put something back in place.

Judging from the position of the action, it was probably Draco's wand—and along the way, Scorpius swore to be sure that in both of Draco's hands, there was absolutely no room for a wand.

Why did he draw his wand when he reached the door of the Hog's Head?

Scorpius blinked, raised his hand in confusion, and looked at it.

Immediately, his face turned red and he realized the truth.

... To put it simply, he is now suddenly and ashamed to realize that there is an everyday spell in the world called "Snowmelt", and they happened to be exposed to this spell in Charms class in the second grade.

So there probably won't be a second formally educated wizard in the world who would give up a simple and convenient magic and do it himself.

Scorpius walked into the Pig's Head bar in shame, and asked for a cup of hot chocolate under the enthusiastic inquiry of the proprietress.

At times like this he was terrified of meeting Pansy.

He was he knew he couldn't hide--because that was what they were looking for Pansy, and all of them had been waiting there for a long time.Zabini was still sitting there smiling and waving at them, Crabbe was digging into a pie, and Goyle wasn't—his appetite had been severely hit since the bus conductor incident, and he was gloomy all day long. , looks very pitiful.

And, of course, the elegant Slytherin Ms. Pansy Parkinson.Scorpius walked over stiffly, not expecting the overly quick-thinking Slytherin girl to pass up a chance to tease him.

Sure enough, when she saw him for the first time, the black-haired Slytherin girl smacked her tongue meaningfully.Under the close and enthusiastic gaze of the other party like an old hen, Scorpius uneasily chose a backlit chair farthest from her, and sat down next to Zabini.

"You look devastated." Pansy propped her jaw and snorted lazily, "This is terrible, I have to go back and tell Dumbledore that the Imperius Curse was mixed in Hogsmeade's snow. The number of students killed is one."

"Pansy," Draco gently put down the flaming whiskey in his hand, "How is the progress of the Ancient Runes class?"

Pansy turned her head, took a sharp look at Draco, and then her eyes quickly became gentler. She brushed her hair and replied, "I'm going to the text in the cave of Cherga, and the professor said that there will be related articles at the end of the semester." There is a big translation problem, I have made notes, and I can bring them to you when I go back."

"Thank you." Draco replied politely.

Pan Xi smiled sweetly: "Oh come on, my prince, there is no need to thank you, you just need to answer my question."

"No," Draco said shrewdly, "at least not yet."

Scorpius sucks on his hot chocolate numbly.

Pansy smiled even wider.

"I hope you are happy, Draco." She threw out this sentence without beginning and end.

"Happiness? Yes, of course I will, girl." Draco replied calmly without surprise.