[HP] Noble

"Stinky boy from the east~can use strange spells~evil Slytherin~never restless~" Peeves sang a weird song and jumped out of a suit of armor. It made a grimace and turned its head. Twist into 360 degrees.

"Go away, Peeves," Scorpius said listlessly, yawning, "or I'll lock you up and put you in your armor." He moved away from the window at the moment, determined not to meddle —Oh, he's been busy enough, and he doesn't seem to be getting a favor.

"I know who those two silly girls are, and I saw the whole process." Peeves giggled shrillly, and after a pause, the ghost said in a wickedly seductive voice, "Take something in exchange, I'll tell you."

"...it's ridiculous for your image to speak in that tone," Scorpius replied sincerely.

Annoyed, Peeves, who thought he had been offended, tore down a piece of armor, tore off its rusty head and threw it at Scorpius, screaming harshly—"Irreverent little head! Know those little secrets!"

The first-year Slytherin easily dodged the helmet flying towards the door, hooked the corners of his lips, and said sarcastically, "Come on, it's like who the hell cares."

Walking around Peeves to the Slytherin cellar, when passing the dean's office, the heavy door bounced inward with a bang, Scorpius was startled, standing in the shadow behind the door was him The expressionless Dean and Potions Professor Severus Snape, holding a piece of parchment in his hand, looked expressionless like a zombie.

"Mr. Scorpius, a letter from home." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he stuffed the parchment into Scorpius's hand slightly roughly.

"Oh thanks...you...just came back from Professor Dumbledore?" Scorpius took the letter.

Snape glanced at both of them with a strange stare, and finally said in a flat tone, "I don't think I need to report to you." After saying that, the office door was slammed again in front of Scorpius' nose.

"Well, I should get used to it too." Scorpius muttered, leaning against the cold wall next to Professor Snape's office, he couldn't wait to open the envelope: Dear son:

Spread the letter good.

By the time I get this letter, I'm sure you've already had a conversation with that old lunatic Dumbledore - no matter how extensive it may be, but I think you probably already know a little bit about what happened back then.

Forgive me for not being able to say more in the letter. We will discuss the specific matters face to face during the Christmas holiday.

Mom, Dad, and grandpa miss you very much. Your grandpa insisted that I tell you a word: Do whatever you want, don’t worry, old age is not old. (Although I think I beg to differ, and your mom finally sided with me once)

The family has been very busy recently, and your grandfather’s year-end friends and old friends obviously regard our house as a kind of transit point-this time it seems that it is not just the sunset red year-end party of the Maoshan faction, but many other factions these days People also began to appear one after another.Your mother is very disturbed. She said that the gathering of family factions rarely happens, and your grandfather and they are planning to go to the Kunlun Mountains to catch something during your summer vacation. If you want, you can try Spoil your grandpa and maybe he'll take you - I promise you'll be worth it.

Also: Severus promised me to take good care of you, and I also learned from Lucius that you seem to have become good friends with the young Mr. Malfoy, which is a good thing, no matter what, the family will always support you choose.

Hope you are doing well in Slytherin.

look forward to meeting you

Love your dad, mom and grandpa

"..." Scorpius took a deep breath, stuffed the parchment back into his pocket, and now he wanted to find a place—or find someone, and have a good yell.

Everyone was playing a silent charade, and while he was trying to guess, they didn't answer "true" or "wrong," and it felt like everyone was ambiguous about his question. smiled, then patted his dog's head and smiled without saying a word.

"Pure Blood Glory." He listlessly said the password to the little snake on the cellar door, and after two "hissing" hisses of unknown meaning, the little stone snake slid away from the door lock flexibly , got into a hole just enough to accommodate it, the door of the cellar opened in front of Scorpius, a big black dog appeared at some point, slipped from Scorpius' feet into the gap of the door opening, the most wonderful It was a big ginger cat lying on its back.

The corner of Scorpius' mouth twitched, and he grabbed the big dog's tail: "Heizi, stop."

The big dog whimpered and turned around reluctantly, but the big cat on its back pricked up its ears and purred threateningly.

"It's Granger's cat, isn't it?" Scorpius said patiently, dropping his deadly heavy schoolbag, "You can't smuggle in a Gryffindor pet, it will bring me Come trouble."

--"Who is there?"

A wary question came from the sofa in the common room.

Draco?Scorpius was startled, and replied hesitantly, "It's me."

There was silence inside.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Heizi freed his big broom-like tail from his master, led Crookshanks swaggeringly into the warm common room of Slytherin, and found the softest person near the fire. Crookshanks slumped down comfortably on the mat, and Crookshanks slid off its back and lay down opposite it, stretching out its paws to scratch Heizi's nose from time to time.

The big dog sneezed tolerantly, rested its head on its front paws, and closed its eyes.

Scorpius put down the schoolbag in his hand and walked around a gorgeous white statue in the center of the common room. He saw the three people on the sofa clearly, and the situation looked... very bad.

Draco lazily relaxed and took over his favorite sofa, surprisingly, Zabini, Goyle, Crabbe - even Pansy were absent, sitting not far from him today It turned out to be Astoria, and the little girl's older sister, Daphne Greengrass, a third-grade student, was sitting opposite the two of them. With her back to Scorpius, she sat on the spot with her arms folded. Also do not move.

Hearing the sound of Scorpius' footsteps, Astoria raised his head and gave Scorpius a quick and weak smile, then quickly lowered his head again.

The little girl's complexion is not very good-looking, compared to usual rosy and healthy, she looks a little pale at this moment.

Draco's silver-gray eyes stared closely at Scorpius for a moment, then narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, he stuffed a piece of parchment in his hand under his butt at random, this action seemed to affect Ah Storia, her back stiffening, turned her head to look at Draco.

"What's wrong?" Scorpius asked softly.

"Nothing." It was Draco who answered him. At this moment, Prince Slytherin's face had returned to his usual disgust and laziness. Daphne sneered and stood up quickly.

"Restrain yourself, Greengrass." Draco said, frowning.

This time, Scorpius saw Daphne's face, she looked terrible, decadence and loss were undisguised in her eyes, even though she was trying to make her face cold and indifferent at the moment, the young girl Yang Lifting his chin: "No, I'm fine, Malfoy."

Scorpius turned his face sharply to look at Daphne, and Draco also noticed this, his brows furrowed even tighter, "Sit down, Gretel, don't say anything—" He changed his tone, This time it sounded softer, "It's not convincing, Daphne, because your voice sounds like tears."

"!!!" Scorpius almost thought that there was something wrong with his ears - Merlin! "Tears in your voice"? ! ——What kind of terrible sentence is this?

"Oh, you look so stupid, Gretel," Daphne said angrily, turning away, refusing to look at Draco again.

"Thanks," Scorpius replied deadpan. "I guess it's just a shock."

Draco, obviously aware of what Scorpius was referring to, moved uneasily on the sofa, cleared his throat loudly, a blush appeared on his pale face, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, almost After such a long time of a century, he relaxed again, took a small box from the coffee table beside him to play with, and said absently: "Now that the matter has been settled - just accept it, don't act like a Stupid pauper, Daphne."

The third grade girl looked at her sister sharply.

During this process, Astoria never raised her head, her blond hair was draped softly on her shoulders, and the small dark green silver-edged bowknot hairpin on her head was crooked by the sofa.

"Are you happy that you won? My little sister, after all, you have been waiting for this day." After Daphne finished speaking, she did not wait for anyone's answer. She walked proudly, turned and walked towards the door leading to the girls' dormitory without looking back. stairs.

Scorpius looked at her back in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Don't ask anything, because you won't understand even in another 100 years." Draco threw the small box in his hand aside, and he didn't seem to intend to pay attention to Astoria beside him, but He frowned dissatisfiedly and asked Scorpius, "What happened to you at noon today?"

"Angry." Scorpius replied honestly.

Draco raised his eyebrows with interest: "Because I told you to 'go away'?"

"Perhaps," Scorpius looked up at him sullenly, wondering why he looked a little smug, "you're a bit of a nuisance sometimes," he muttered.

The platinum aristocrat sneered without pressure: "As far as I know, girls under the third grade—including a group of Hufflepuffs in the fourth grade—love me like crazy."

"...Come on, Potter hates you like hell."

"Oh Potter again, well, now that we're talking about him, Zabini saw you hanging out with those stinky Gryffindors again today."

"Coincidence." Scorpius said awkwardly, "I met Professor Hagrid first."

"That stupid big man," Draco commented sarcastically, but fortunately he dropped the subject of Harry for now, "what's wrong with him?"

"Cried."

"Can trolls cry too?"

"Obviously, yes," said Scorpius dryly, "because of you."

Draco showed a disgusted expression: "... Let him give up, we are not suitable, oh! Emphasize—it will be impossible in the next life."

Scorpius looked up at the platinum nobleman who felt very good about himself in surprise, and said in disbelief: "...Your head was kicked by a donkey?"