[HP] Noble

"Hold it." At the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, the Potions professor roughly stuffed the goblet in his hand to Scorpius behind him, rolled up his sleeves, pulled out his wand, and knocked on the locked door expressionlessly— —

"Alohomora (Alohomora open)!"

The heavy door bounced inward with a bang!

The two people at the desk in the door were taken aback. In the dark Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Professor Lupine stood up from behind a water tank full of green fluorescent water plants. He didn't look quite right. Well, looking very tired - even worse than the last time Scorpius saw him, as if he knew Snape would show up, Professor Lupine greeted with a smile: "Severus, you're here."

"Snape!" Sitting at the desk was Harry Potter, and now, his expression was as if he saw something ominous.

"Professor Snape, Harry," Professor Lupine corrected gently.

"Exactly," Snape hissed at Harry with a disdainful smirk, "five points from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor, Potter."

Professor Lupine put his hand on Harry's shoulder reassuringly, and Harry, who understood, had to shut up resentfully and glared at his potions professor.Lupine easily took away the subject, he waved to Scorpius who was standing behind Snape: "So we have another guest, Mr. Gretel, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Professor Lupine." Scorpius smiled slightly.He could be the most polite and lovable kid in the house if he wanted to.Harry looked even more annoyed then, muttering something like "Slytherin" under his breath, and the Head Slytherin seemed pleased with the situation.

"Mr. Potter and I are looking at Grindylow. If you are interested, you can come and take a look, Mr. Gretel. We can't see them in the first-year class for the time being." Lupine blinked. "Obviously, Today is a special case."

"Funny little ones, Lupine," Snape cut in dryly before Scorpius could respond, "but I think you'd better drink what's in your glass first."

Scorpius carefully placed the cup in his hand on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's desk. Lupine smiled and nodded briskly: "Yes, I think I should listen to you."

As he spoke, he picked up the goblet without hesitation, frowned slightly and drank the medicine inside.

Scorpius noticed that the Gryffindor at the table seemed to be frightened. He stared at Lupin with a pale face, and seemed to have the urge to snatch the cup back at any time and pour the cup and potion into it together. in the toilet.

"Don't be so stupid, Mr. Potter." Scorpius raised his eyebrows and couldn't help saying, "We all know that Professor Snape didn't poison it."

Harry turned his head with such force that his neck was almost broken, stared fixedly at the first-year Slytherin, and snorted disgustedly: "It seems that you also know what I'm worried about."

"It's not that hard to guess what Gryffindor is thinking, is it?" Scorpius shot back, smiling.

"—Precise, Mr. Great. But I still have to remind you, if you want to quarrel, get out of here." Snape stood stiffly behind the two people who were facing each other with his hands behind his back, "I have something to say Speak to your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Scorpius shrugged, smiled and retreated into the corner.

"Aha, that's the point, isn't it! Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—you've always wanted this!" Harry called out rashly as soon as Snape finished speaking, but judging from his expression, at least As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

In an instant, the temperature in the office dropped almost to freezing point.Scorpius restrained his smile, glared at Gryffindor in disbelief, shook his head and asked disapprovingly, "Hey, do you have a brain?"

Snape's face became ugly, his black pupils shrunk into small dots because of anger, and he stared at Harry complicatedly, as if he was trying to tear him to pieces with his eyes.Professor Lupine shook his head in disapproval, and reminded in a reproachful tone, "Harry, you leave with Mr. Gretel first."

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was still holding the goblet in his hand, and the completely empty ordinary crystal cup was smoking at the moment, and he neither fell down and died of poison, nor did he appear any strange symptoms, everything was normal—— In fact, he looked much better than the tired and listless one before.

Harry felt his stomach drop to the floor.

"Well, I guess." Gryffindor said dryly, struggling to find his voice, "...I'm sorry, er, Professor Snape."

"Tongyan Wuji is no longer suitable for you, Potter, get out!"

……

The door slammed shut behind the boys with a bang, the anger almost burning their backs.The two boys who were ordered to get out of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office looked at each other. "Tch." Scorpius raised an eyebrow, mocking the famous savior who stared at him silently, "I can't think of any reason to be blamed by my dean because of your drag."

"That's not blame," said Harry listlessly, shrugging. "He just couldn't talk without that."

"It sounds like you know the dean well, I thought you were a Gryffindor." Walking back side by side, Scorpius turned his face and glanced teasingly at the messy red and gold tie under Harry's collar tie.

Harry gulped, then plucked his hair, which was already a mess - so it looked even worse now, "All Slytherins look alike, huh? Are you always so unreasonable? You look No different than Malfoy."

"Oh, what is he like?"

Harry thought for a while, then snorted disdainfully and commented: "A big fool with thorns all over his body."

After speaking, he made a grimace and seemed satisfied with the description.

"We were just kicked out of Professor Lupine's office because of you, Potter." Scorpius stopped and said incredulously, "How dare you judge someone as a fool?"

"It was an accident!" Harry cleared his throat in embarrassment, turned his face away and tried to look reasonable, but unfortunately he didn't succeed, "...look at your rich vocabulary, Gretel, I thought Your English isn't that good..." he muttered.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment." Scorpius replied dryly, he paused, and then raised a smirk, "As you wish, this is also learned from Mr. Malfoy."

— "Did I forget to teach you to stay away from the shiny Gryffindor savior?"

A sarcastic voice came from the end of the corridor with a sense of ridicule.

Harry was frightened for the second time today. The two people in the conversation looked at each other in a daze, and looked up at the source of the sound in unison.

Draco Draco stood at the end of the hallway with his arms folded, his pointed jaw raised in a customary arrogant angle.

Even from a distance, Harry could feel his disdainful eyes.

"Malfoy," Harry whispered uncomfortably.

The sneer at the corner of Draco's mouth became clearer: "Potter."

"Mr. Malfoy!"

Scorpius' eyes lit up, he waved at the end of the hallway and trotted towards Draco Malfoy... oh, that looked like Buckbeak off his chains.Harry was dismayed to find that this first-year Slytherin could be cute sometimes, but it was in front of bloody Malfoy.

Now he was starting to understand Ron a little bit, really.

Draco Malfoy was as posturing as ever.There were still snowflakes that had not completely melted on his shoulders, and the bottom edges of the wiped dragon leather boots were also stained with mud mixed with half-melted snow. Even so, the dark green cloak was neatly draped over his body There is not a single wrinkle, which makes him still look calm.

"Are you in trouble again? Gretel." Draco lazily looked at the first grade in front of him, and asked in a good mood.

Oh listen, Malfoy, you sound just like his mother.Harry sneered bitterly in his heart, he would never admit that he was a little sour, no, not at all.

"I didn't cause trouble. I came to see Professor Lupine with Professor Snape." Scorpius replied with a smile behind his back, "Then Mr. Potter caused trouble, and Professor Snape kicked us out."

"Oh, that looks like something a stupid Potter would do—don't smirk at me, little cheekbone." Draco impatiently brushed the hair on his forehead that fell in front of his eyes, and now he didn't look like he used to. So keen to use hairspray in the second grade, the platinum blonde hair hangs softly and naturally, every strand still stays where it should be.

Not far from the two Slytherins, Harry drew his wand angrily and pointed it at Draco.

"Put it away, Potter." Draco rolled his eyes gracefully, "I don't have time to teach you a lesson today, I have something else to do—come with me, Gretel, I have something for you."

He turned around, giving Harry a peripheral glance, and warned, "Don't act rashly, Potter, I'll find out—let's go, Gretel."

Pale fingers clenched the cloak tightly, and Draco turned his head up first in the direction of the Slytherin cellar.

Harry stood motionless on the spot, and after a long time, he stuffed his wand back into his jeans, and the whispered contents of a large and a small Slytherin in the distance came to his ears vaguely——

"Even Zabini calls me 'Scorpius,' sir."

"Oh, so what?"

"...you still insist on calling me Gretel!—"

"Apparently, that's because I wasn't sure I wanted to hear you call me 'Draco'—watch out for the steps, you tiny troll!—why didn't you get sorted into Gryffindor? "

"..."

"Eh? Or Hufflepuff?—"

……

The sound gradually faded away until Harry could no longer hear the sound, and the surroundings returned to the original silence.

……

"Harry?—what are you doing there, man?"

After an unknown amount of time, Harry heard his best friend's voice behind him.

"Look at the scenery." Harry replied dryly.

He turned to look at his red-haired friend, and noticed with sharp eyes that he seemed to have a few more freckles on his face, and this discovery actually made Harry feel even more damned depressed—

"Come on Ron, maybe you'd like to tell me why you came back early?"