[HP] Noble

"Draco, listen to Gryffindor!!" Scorpius lifted Draco, who was still in the mood to laugh with Pansy and the others, with a face full of horror, showing displeasure on the other side's face Senior Slytherin cut him off before he got that look on his face and opened his mouth to yell, as if emotionally machine-gunned, "It's Hermione—I mean Hermione Granger, for God's sake, you hear Weasley's voice - Hermione Granger isn't in the Great Hall!!"

"I heard it, and it took three seconds to regret why it wasn't Potter who was hanging around outside and feeding the troll." Draco replied calmly, and smacked heavily on his collar Slapping off Scorpius' paw, the Platinum Noble looked grim and relaxed at the moment.

Draco stared at the senior Slytherin who looked extremely disturbed in front of him for a while, then suddenly his expression changed, he frowned slightly suspiciously, raised his hand and squeezed the senior Slytherin's jaw and forcibly moved towards himself While twisting, when the other party's pair of black pupils looking around and looking around looked at him, Draco asked coldly: "In this case, Gryffindor is not where they should be. What a surprise—you look overly worried, what's going on?"

Scorpius opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know how to explain to Draco how much the Gryffindor girl had contributed to the final battle seven years later—not to mention Hermione's participation in breaking the three The antidote for the Dementia Curse in the Unforgivable Spell was produced and succeeded. Scorpius even heard that in that final battle, the werewolves killed by her were simply innumerable. !

She is also Professor McGonagall's successor seven years later - the head of Gryffindor College!

Merlin's socks, if Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape can't find Hermione before the troll wipes her out... The more Scorpius thinks about it, the more frightened he is, and he intuitively thinks that he has already broken into the sky disaster!

But at this time, Draco, who waited for a long time for an answer but only waited until he was silent, had obviously lost his patience. He let go of Scorpius, looking indifferent and rusty: "If you don't want to say it, I don't care about a person anyway." What a senior Slytherin can miss about a first-year Gryffindor brat."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and continued to talk to Pansy and Blaise about the question that Scorpius had interrupted just now-about the innocuous gossip about the strange sisters, the singing stars of the wizarding world.

Scorpius sighed, and finally understood what it means to smash teeth and swallow blood into his stomach, but at this moment, there was a commotion at the door of the auditorium—Scorpius turned his head suddenly and fixed his eyes Look, it turned out to be Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They opened the door of the auditorium recklessly under Percy Weasley's loud stop and ran out, as if they were in a hurry to go……

save people? !

At this moment, Scorpius only felt that his hair was about to stand on end——

He couldn't imagine how he was going to confess to Dumbledore seven years later, that he had managed to send the Gryffindor golden trio into a stupid Gryffindor before completing the task of helping Draco collect memories. In the belly of the troll!When they had just entered Hogwarts for less than two months—

Guess what Dumbledore would say? ——Would you still say to him with a smile, “Good job”? ——Or, simply cut him into pieces?

Oh no, if Potter died, the headmaster of Hogwarts seven years later might have become Voldemort!

Scorpius stood stiffly beside the dining table and kept thinking wildly. At this moment, only a group of grass mud horses were left in his mind, and he had completely forgotten that as a prefect, he should first count the number of Slytherins. When he came to his senses that he should do this, he realized that Barbra and Draco had teamed up to solve this problem for him.

——As Draco said, as long as he is sitting at the Slytherin table, there is no one who does not know him, and there will be no one he does not know, even if he is just a person who has just entered Hogwarts new students.

"Don't underestimate the relationship network between pure-blood wizard families," the platinum noble lazily raised his jaw, looking arrogantly and proudly at the stunned senior Slytherin in front of him, "Sit here That's right, within ten generations, you can definitely become relatives with the Malfoy family."

When Prince Slytherin said this, Potter and the others had completely left the auditorium. To ensure their safety, Professor Flitwick, the Charms professor, followed closely behind them.Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the remaining professors on the teacher's seat - the herbal medicine professor who was obviously a liberal arts student, the old lunatic professor of prophecy, and a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who was still unconscious.

This combination...

Have to say, it was fantastic.

"——if the troll can bypass the principal and enter the auditorium now, it will be pleasantly surprised to find that it can open its stomach and eat dead tonight." Scorpius said dryly.

"Well said," Draco's lazily drawn out voice sounded not far behind him, "so I decided to act before I get eaten."

After finishing speaking, the two of them walked forward in three steps, and did not forget to drag Scorpius along—

Scorpius opened his mouth and groaned twice, until Draco dragged him all the way to the door of the auditorium, then he recovered his voice from the tension: "Where are we going?!"

"Go and find Hermione Granger." Draco said blankly, "I went to watch the fun, and you... maybe the hero saved the beauty?"

Scorpius: "..."

Do I have to thank you for being so thoughtful?

"Your vision really needs to be improved, Gretel. To be honest, even Pansy who can only giggle is better than that fluffy chipmunk." He quickly glanced around and found that no one noticed them. At the side, Draco quietly opened the door of the auditorium a crack, turned his head and smoothly stuffed the senior Slytherin standing not far away with a face of resistance into the crack of the door, and pushed him out of the warm auditorium , and then Draco himself, like a loach, slid out of the door without a sound.

When Draco closed the door of the auditorium, completely cut off the warm wind from the auditorium, and Scorpius found that before he had time to enjoy the advanced warming spell for half an hour, At this moment, he seemed to be standing on the cold windy corridor again—and was suddenly pushed out from a place so warm that he almost wanted to sleep. He was not mentally prepared at all, and was frozen by a gust of wind Enough!

Draco looked at the senior Slytherin in front of him who wanted to go home, raised the corners of his lips and asked coldly: "The troll was summoned by your flute, Gretel, you are going to let it go now Yet?"

Scorpius: "..."

He always felt that there was something wrong with the logic of Draco's words and the object of the accusation, but after thinking about it, he owned the wand and he was the one who played the flute—so there seemed to be nothing wrong with what Draco said!

"Draco, you said..."

"Don't try to ask me why the troll really ran into the castle—I'm more confused about this question than you." Draco sneered, grabbed Scorpius and walked quickly towards the school gate, "So Now I'm going to get to the bottom of this, trolls are extremely stupid magical creatures, and I don't think Peeves would have the audacity to open the gates of Hogwarts for him, because it seems to touch Dumbledore Bottom line for bullish."

At Hogwarts, Peeves only fears two people, Albus Dumbledore and Scorpigrette.

Dumbledore is the headmaster, the one who guards the school.

And Scorpius, he's the one who drew the troll over - Draco knew full well that Peeves knew this, because he'd apparently seen Peeves' little tail in the hallway as they were running away The end flashed by.

He quickly ruled out everyone who would open the door, and when they reached the small front hall at the three-way intersection, Draco stopped abruptly. He sniffed his nose and smelled a distinct stench.

Looking down thoughtfully, Draco muttered a few words that Scorpius couldn't understand, then waved his wand, a burst of silver powder sprayed out from the tip of his wand, and then, As if by magic, Scorpius following behind him saw several huge footprints made of silver powder appear on the originally empty bluestone brick floor, and this string of footprints led to the washroom along the end of the corridor The direction spread all the way...

"Simple tracking spells, which can only track magical animals, will not work on ordinary wizards or Muggles, unless we have that person's personal items as a medium in our hands-but that is the category of black magic... I am surprised What's more, the shock on your face tells me that you don't know this." Draco wrinkled his nose helplessly at the senior Slytherin behind him with a strange face, "It's not even a spell— —You'll see that I didn't chant the spell at all just now."

Scorpius: "Nobody taught me this."

"The Gretel family is also considered to be a relatively old family. It is hard to believe that your father never asked you to learn some basic things." When he said this, Draco did not follow the direction of the troll's footprints, but It’s running in the opposite direction of its footprints, trotting all the way to the way it came——

"I learned a lot when I was a child." For example, Chinese, mathematics, English, geography, natural and social sciences, and cooking, and additional labor classes on Fridays.

Obviously, the platinum nobleman who was walking in front misunderstood what he meant. Draco paused, turned his head and scanned Scorpius from beginning to end as if he was looking at something. In the end, the silver pair His gray pupils paused, and his eyes settled on the dragon leather pocket on Scorpius' waist, and he seemed to nod his head very slowly. Draco seemed to have made a difficult decision, slowly Say, "Let's agree with you—what you've learned looks pretty good."

Scorpius shrugged unmoved, and at this time, they had arrived at the gate of Hogwarts Castle—just as Draco had expected, at this moment, it should have been tightly closed The gate of the castle is wide open, and the big lock that was originally hanging on the bolt hangs listlessly aside, like a golden snitch caught by a ball chaser from the sky just now.

Draco flicked his wand and cast a lighting spell, and before Scorpius had time to stop him, the first year Slytherins were all up to the lock that was almost the size of his head, looking around it After a circle, he raised his head and said almost decisively to the black-haired Slytherin standing next to him with a bewildered face: "The remaining traces of the Unlocking Curse—it was a wizard who put that troll in. "

Scorpius: "Huh?"

Draco frowned: "Don't you understand, Gretel—the magic flute's summoning ability is probably really a legend—it's impossible for you to summon a troll and hit a person who wants to pass by the gate of the castle. The wizard who asked a troll to come into the castle—”

Scorpius: "Huh?"

Prince Slytherin only felt his forehead twitch: "I mean, that troll was probably summoned by the person who opened the door for it."

This time Scorpius understood, and immediately showed a joyful look: "So you mean, I didn't get the troll?"

"Yes, that's right," Draco said sarcastically, "but it doesn't mean Potter and the others won't die in the mouth of the troll because of this."

The smile on Scorpius' face immediately collapsed.

Draco raised his eyebrows: "You really are worried about those Gryffindors—Gretel, what's wrong with you? If you want to play the Virgin Mary, you have to have a limit. If you continue like this I don't promise I-"

Draco's words were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps dragging around on the ground, and there was even a metallic sound of chains colliding, so Prince Slytherin immediately shut his mouth, and another Slater present Lin exchanged a nervous look, and at Scorpius' gesture, they both ducked into a shadow—behind a suit of armor.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a sight that they would probably never forget.

Amidst the projection of the moonlight and the swaying scary pumpkin grimace, a huge monster slowly walked over from the end of the corridor—this is not the first time Scorpius has seen a giant monster with his own eyes, but the previous few times, he stood In the castle, the troll stands at the foot of the castle wall, but at this moment, when this thing walks in front of you, you will find that everything has changed!

Its stench almost froze the air—it was about twelve feet tall, and its skin was dull, and as Scorpius said, the dark brown at first glance was actually glowing in the moonlight. With a little bit of faint blue light, the troll's body is huge and clumsy, holding a huge mace that is probably used as a weapon in his hand, because the guy's arms are too long, the mace is dragging on the ground——

The metallic sound that Scorpius and the others heard just now was the sound of the iron thorns wrapped around the mace rubbing against the ground and hitting each other.

"It's very unbelievable, we found the troll before Dumbledore and the others—" Scorpius lowered his voice, and the cat elbowed Draco behind the armor, "Why can you think of using the tracking spell , Dumbledore and the others couldn't think of it?"

"I found that you are really good at talking nonsense, Mr. Gretel." Draco said coolly, "I've already mentioned that point just now, haven't you figured it out yet—I used the 'magpie' Poetry is something that only 'pure-blood' 'wizards' and 'children' who are 'good at the dark arts' can use."

Scorpius turned to look at Draco in shock.

"Yes, I'm still a child, and there's nothing wrong with admitting it." Prince Slytherin said angrily, "What are you looking at!"