[HP] Noble

Scorpius cleared his throat, trying to look slightly regretful: "Oh no need, Draco, I don't think Mr. Malfoy would refuse to buy you one if you asked."

"I don't use the same thing as silly baby Potter." Draco said contemptuously, throwing the spoon away and pushing the plate in front of him.Scorpius chuckled muffledly at the garlic bread in front of him, that was Peeves' nickname for Potter, obviously Draco overheard it and remembered it by chance, that's really true ——

But he soon stopped laughing.

Because Master Malfoy's anger began to spread around.

"Why are you sitting here?" Draco raised an eyebrow, "The first year seats are in the corner."

"...Oh, then I'll sit back." Scorpius nodded nonchalantly, picked up his plate and made a gesture to leave, and was stopped by Prince Slytherin with a blank face——

"Are you trying to fight me on purpose?" Draco asked angrily.

"Oh come on Draco, don't act like a wayward kid who can't get candy." Pansy put down the cookie in his hand and interjected softly, "You know, the grades are always only for the first few days of school It's a tradition that you asked Scorpius to sit next to you."

Scorpius sighed, "Don't, Pansy, I can't even breathe right now."

"I didn't say that." Draco looked up and gave him a strange look, "This is allowed."

Scorpius rolled his eyes inelegantly at this answer, Pansy coughed twice as if he had suddenly caught a cold, Daphne Greengrass beside her glanced at her, and turned to Scorpius with a glazed expression. Big eyes and bright eyes: "If you don't want to sit there, Gretel, maybe you can switch places with me?"

"Don't even think about it, Daphne." Before Scorpius could think of a suitable answer, Pansy restrained her serious smile and said coldly.

Daphne's face twitched and the blood faded away, her lips twitched as if she was thinking about something, after a while she sneered, "I don't think you can do anything, Pansy."

"—Stop stupid arguments, it's just a lunch spot, ladies." Draco ordered with a raised eyebrow, "Sit down, Gretel, before I get any more mad at you."

The plate slammed down Draco's hand with a loud bang, and a few drops of vanilla syrup splashed out. Draco looked startled, and he jerked his hand back from the edge of the table. Let his sleeve escape the milky white slurry, and when he realized who he should be yelling at, he raised his head and met a pair of black eyes.

"I'm full." Scorpius said calmly, "You take your time."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and threw it on his shoulder vigorously, and walked towards the door of the hall without looking back—the force was as strong as if he was about to knock someone off the bench.

"Oh." Pansy uttered dry mockery twice, and Zabini smiled and watched the stiff back of the first grade as they left.

"..." Draco turned his face away in disbelief, and asked Zabini blankly, "What's wrong with him?"

The latter shrugged and said irresponsibly, "I think I'm angry."

"Oh, good eyesight." Draco smirked at him meanly, "I can't see that at all."

……

Scorpius angrily walked towards the cellar with his schoolbag in his hands, even if he was going to be picked on from head to toe, he would go to ask Professor Snape what happened - Draco Malfoy seemed to have an eternal love for him Too much fuss, and the funny thing is he doesn't even know why!

Peeves screamed at the corner, and the ghost that could not stop seemed to be laughing at someone with its sharp and piercing voice, Scorpius frowned slightly—it doesn’t matter who it is, it’s none of your business, Scorpius thought irritably, you have a lot of things you haven't solved yourself——

"Ow!"

"Hey—watch out, Momo—ah, it's you, Gretel."

Scorpius, who was knocked down hard, got up from the ground, and now all the books in his schoolbag were spilled, and the parchment was all over the floor. He sighed in frustration, and simply sat down on the ground again, trying hard Looking up at the tall man who collided with him: "Professor Hagrid."

He was then surprised to see that Hagrid didn't look well.At this moment, this big man with a body twice the size of a normal person was piled up in a mess with beard and hair, covered with snowflakes, his eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot and full of wet tears.

Scorpius stared dumbfounded.

"Oh, Professor Hagrid, oh...what's the matter with you?" He hurriedly got up from the ground, looked around nervously, and was disappointed to find that there was no one around, only him and Hagrid in the empty corridor Two people.His schoolbag was lying on the ground, books were spilled all over the floor, and the ink bottle was also broken, and the whole thing shattered and spilled dark blue ink all over the floor.

Peeves followed Hagrid at a distance, staring at Scorpius without saying a word, and when Scorpius found himself, the mischievous ghost spun around and made an ugly face, and sang : Big Stupid Hagrid ~ He Never Taught Classes ~ Big Stupid Hagrid ~ His Pet Broke -

"Shut up, Peeves." Scorpius took out a holding charm and shook it between his fingers.

Peeves immediately fell silent and backed up a few meters vigilantly, then it stuck out its long tongue viciously at Scorpius, then turned around and sang "Big Stupid Hagrid" and floated into the corner of the stairs on the third floor, where there was a Trophy room.

A huge tear fell on the rough green brick floor, and Scorpius turned his face to see his Care of Magical Creatures professor crouch down in front of him and whine like a child, covering his face in front of him.

"Professor Hagrid, what's the matter with you?" Scorpius took a step back in horror. He looked regretfully at the door of the auditorium not far away, regretting that he had come out alone earlier—now, anyone, please come!

Hagrid shook his head vigorously, big tears fell on Scorpius' neck, warm and wet, Scorpius was speechless, and silently wiped it away with his sleeve - help!

Realizing that he would never answer his own question until Hagrid had cried enough, he began to pack his schoolbag. When he rolled the last piece of parchment and stuffed it back into the schoolbag, Hagrid finally stopped crying. He hiccupped and wiped away his tears: "Grete, oh, Grete."

Scorpius: "..."

"How could I cry in front of a first year, shame on me, isn't it, Gretel."

"It's okay," Scorpius said mildly, shaking his head in good faith, "everyone has a vulnerable side—so, are you all right, Professor Hagrid?"

...It's okay, I'll go first.

"No, I have something to do."

"...Oh, that's too bad." Scorpius found his voice dry, and he asked dryly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

...please answer me no.

"Yes, Gretel, sweet boy, I need your help." Hagrid fished in his pocket, took out a huge handkerchief, and blew his nose vigorously, Scorpius looked up at him with the corners of his mouth twitching , Waiting for the man's next words.

"Buckbeak is condemned to death." Hagrid hiccupped again, choking vaguely, and he looked like crying again at the mention, but he managed to hold himself back, and he said sadly Repeated aside, "They decided to put Buckbeak to death."

Buckbeak?

Who is that?A Gryffindor?

……

... No, it was the Hippogriff.Scorpius finally dug up such a name in the corner of his memory, and he blinked curiously: "Why did they execute it? Uh—Buckbeak?"

"Just because that poor little thing attacked Malfoy, that arrogant, unreasonably arrogant—"

"friend."

"W-what?" Hagrid was taken aback.

"Mr. Malfoy happens to be my friend, Professor Hagrid. As a professor, I don't think you should use such an adjective to describe your students."

"Oh... well..." Hagrid blinked blankly and muttered, "I remember them telling me your English wasn't very good—"

"...It's not bad at the critical moment." Scorpius laughed dryly, "May I ask if there is anything I can do to help?"

"Let that brat write to his father—"

"—Hagrid!"

There was a call from the other end of the corridor, and the two people who were talking turned their heads to see that the Gryffindor trio were running towards this side, and Harry ran at the forefront, he bent down and was out of breath. Roughly, when he looked at Hagrid, his green eyes were full of surprise: "Hagrid, hey buddy, have you ever cried?!"

"No, Harry, I didn't—"

"Gretel! It's you again!" Harry turned to Scorpius, growling sternly, who raised an eyebrow at him calmly.

"No, Harry, it's not like that -" said Hagrid hastily, "I was about to tell you about it -"

"Good afternoon, Gretel," said Ron, running up to them, beaming.At the end of the line was Hermione, who was busy screaming and lifting her feet off a copy of the Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

"Oh, that's mine, thanks - Granger." Scorpius took his textbook and patted the ashes back into his bag.

"Now, can I talk?" Hagrid suggested aloud.

"Oh anytime, Hagrid," Harry said, staring at Scorpius, "I swear, if these Slytherin bastards—"

"That's none of our business, don't be stupid, silly baby Potter." Scorpius retorted.

"I think you should be softer, too, Harry." Ron nodded gravely in agreement, and Harry jerked his head to stare at his good friend.

"—Okay! Buckbeak's sentenced to death!" Hagrid raised his voice. "He's dying!—"

Hermione let out a gasp, her brown eyes widening in horror: "That's impossible, Hagrid—you said—"

Hagrid slumped down like a deflated rubber ball, and he said listlessly, "What I said doesn't count, Hermione, because that bastard Malfoy is pissed off."

Scorpius tried to correct: "...Draco isn't mad."

"Then it becomes Draco, doesn't it!" Ron said strangely.

"Damn that's not the point, Ron! - obviously talking about his dad, the 'famous' Lucius Malfoy, brat." Harry sniffed unceremoniously, "That spoiled young master How much more would he want to benefit from a long-healed wound, huh, even using that as an excuse to escape a Quidditch match?"

"Buckbeak bit his robes because he liked him," said Hagrid distressedly, "but he insulted it."

"...Well, in conclusion, Draco is still a bloody heartbreaker." Scorpius laughed dryly.

Harry shrugged and grinned, "So he was bitten, and he deserved it."

"Oh shut up, Harry!" Hermione warned. "We need Gretel's help! Maybe he can persuade Malfoy to speak nicely to his dad and spare Buckbeak!"

"That's right." Hagrid blew his nose loudly again, "I thought so too, that's it."

Faced with all kinds of looks from the four Gryffindors (he was sure that Hagrid was also a Gryffindor, even if no one told him), Scorpius felt the pressure for the first time, and he will be the last A quill that fell on the ground was randomly stuffed into the schoolbag, and he said regretfully, "I'll try...maybe, uh...don't expect too much, Draco is mad at me."

"Unfortunately, what's that about, huh?" Harry looked gloating.

"Because I saved you," Scorpius said dryly.

Now Harry looked very regretful that he had asked the question too much.

The first-year Slytherin gave the Savior a critical look up and down, and turned his face away: "Come on, golden boy, make this worthwhile - you still owe me a 'thank you'."