[HP] Noble

Scorpius was thankful he wasn't late when he showed up at Hogwarts seven years ago in a hurry, and when he stooped into the Slytherin common room, Draco was following Pansy recited the second article of the "Werewolf Code of [-]"-in fact, this is just a wishful code issued by the Ministry of Magic. To be precise, this is something for wizards to see for themselves-

For example, if one day you are unfortunately bitten by a werewolf, you will find that you don't want to obey this thing at all.

"The second rule, avoiding the world: a wizard who becomes a werewolf must abide by the code of conduct..."

At this moment, Prince Slytherin was leaning on his favorite corner of the sofa by the fire and reciting lazily. The firelight shone on his usually pale cheeks, which rarely showed a little blood on his face. His head was sprayed with hairspray again and fixed into a horrible hairstyle. It seemed that he had a good time at home during the three days of the Christmas holiday. A trace of lazy contentment.

At this moment, Pansy, who was holding a book in front of him seriously and did not dare to leave the book for a moment, did not notice that from a certain moment just now—for example, from the time when the door of the common room was slowly pushed open about five seconds ago— — Draco didn't take his eyes off there for a moment.

Draco closed his mouth almost without his noticing, as if this way he could concentrate on observing the senior Slytherin who appeared from behind the door - seemed to sense Draco's pause, when When Pan Xi raised his head in doubt, he was blocked back by the platinum noble who noticed something wrong with his corner of the eye with an elegant and charming smile——

So Pansy decided that she was hallucinating that moment when Draco was distracted.

"Go on, Draco, rule number two, masquerade," Pansy said.

"The second rule is to hide from the world - hide your identity, stay away from the crowd, and return to the forest on the night of the full moon to ensure the safety of other wizards..."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin's voice was not in a hurry, just like in his usual way, the end of each syllable was deliberately prolonged... Those beautiful silver-gray pupils were slightly narrowed at this moment, De Draco looked at the fifth year Slytherin with an indistinguishable smile from everyone else who passed him (which made Draco subconsciously frown and temporarily forget the werewolf he had memorized The beginning of the third rule), watching him carefully remove the Slytherin prefect badge from his trouser pocket and put it back on his school uniform - and his school uniform...

Damn it's a summer style.

The first-year Slytherin prince sat up abruptly from the sofa, and before he realized what he had done, he had already drawn out his wand—as if he could give the man standing in the doorway the next second. Senior Slytherin An unforgettable curse!

"Oh my god, Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Pansy was still ringing in his ear with that childish thin voice, and it was obvious, Draco thought gloomily, that now even Pansy could tell he was angry.

And the object of his real anger came quickly towards him, with a satisfied (don't know what he was satisfying), irritating smile on his face: "rule four: never take a Slytherin communal rest draw your wand."

"That's the Slytherin common room rule."

"And that's what I'm talking about." Scorpius sat down next to Draco, raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to touch his head, but when his eyes touched Draco's meticulously fixed platinum gold When he was doing his hair, he dismissed the idea and reached out to pinch Draco's face instead - and was slapped away without any surprise.

"Yeah, I shouldn't have drawn my wand, even though I've just found out I've been played around like a fool."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin's silver-gray pupils were about to turn into a terrible dark gray because of his anger, which made Pansy close the textbook on her lap with some doubts, she sat up a little bit, and subconsciously felt that There seems to be something wrong.

"You mean me?" Scorpius pointed to the tip of his nose, "What happened to me?"

Draco gritted his back teeth and said, "You declined my invitation to the Yule Ball at Malfoy Manor—"

Pansy gave a surprised look, "Oh my god Draco, I never knew you could—"

"If it's possible, can I ask you to shut up for now, Pansy." Draco turned his head and gave the brunette beside him a warning look, but it wasn't that fierce either—the fact In fact, even at this time, good upbringing still managed to keep Draco from getting angry when facing irrelevant people.

Then he quickly shifted his eyes back to the senior Slytherin in front of him, his eyes quickly turned cold and indifferent, Draco looked at him silently, his eyes still had a little baby fat There was nothing on Scorpius' face of the languor and contentment that Scorpius saw when he first walked into the common room—oh yes, he did see Draco the first second he stepped into the common room, and noticed to his state.

Scorpius was silent for a moment, and immediately realized that the short-sleeved school uniform on his body was the cause of the trouble-this probably made him look like he just turned down Draco's invitation and ran away to some other hot where he spent his Christmas holidays.

Although in his view he just left for a short while.

Scorpius scratched his head, he found that he didn't know how to explain where he went - but the moment he raised his hand, he saw Draco's face change again -

That puzzled look even suppressed the anger on his face.

And without a doubt, before the senior Slytherin in front of him made any move, Draco found himself smelling himself on him - oh, his room, to be precise.

Yes, the peculiar smell in his room.

Definitely not like the cheap air fresheners sold at the perfume shop in Diagon Alley, Draco was pretty sure the incense in his room was picked by his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, from the Malfoy Manor Made of fresh flowers, there is only this one, there is no other branch - looking around the world, there is no other place where you can find this taste, except Malfoy Manor.

And Draco had only just returned to Hogwarts from there.

He was very sure that there was no such person as Scorpigret in his family-for a moment he even began to wonder, very maliciously, whether his parents had a new lover on one side without telling the other-and If this is true, the only person who can guess with his toes will do such a thing is his father.

The expression on Draco's face changed again and again, and when he finally lowered his head abruptly to fix the silver snake ring on Scorpius' hand in advance, he suddenly became quiet again - such a plain ring did not look like his Father's handwriting, although Draco respected his father, but from a certain point of view, the Daily Prophet was right, Lucius Malfoy was a big peacock on the move.

Thinking of this, Draco managed to suppress the doubts in his heart, and began to seriously consider writing to ask his dear mother if he ever shared the fragrance products she made with her friends.

Rolling his eyes hesitantly, Draco unexpectedly found that he was pleased by the weird reality that "the other party has his own aura", so after pondering for a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked ominously: "So Have you been anywhere else?"

"No," Scorpius pursed his lips. "It's impossible for me to go on vacation and still wear my Hogwarts school uniform, but it's not completely cold in my house at this time."

"where?"

"China."

"The East," Draco looked a little calmer, and commented flatly, "I've never been there."

Of course I know that you have never been there, and I just bully you for your poor geography, otherwise you will find that there is really not much difference between China and the UK in December.Scorpius was relieved, tired to discover that Malfoy the Big and the Malfoy the Young were somehow very difficult to deal with - especially when they decided to get their own jealousy -

Yes, Scorpius didn't miss the look His Majesty the Slytherin King cast on his back when he was about to leave, maybe even Draco didn't notice it, the look was terrifyingly hot.

"..."...Uh uh uh, wait—jealous.

Scorpius was surprised to have used such a word.

But when he lifted his eyelids and glanced cautiously at Draco, he was satisfied that the first-year platinum nobleman didn't look so angry anymore - although he didn't know what made him change his mind.

Draco asked Pansy to give the book in his hand to Scorpius - the other party happily followed Draco's instructions, although she liked to take this opportunity to stay with Draco for a while, but the one who had just returned from home The girl seemed more willing to go to her girlfriends and share the new gossip she got from the various parties of the holidays than to sit here and stare at the boring history of magic.

Draco drew his wand and absently let the apple on the table grow thick legs, and the apple ran happily across the table—

"How was your vacation?" He cast a sideways glance at Scorpius. "If you just got back, I wouldn't be surprised if you probably haven't opened the present I gave you because you don't know where to send it. I'll just fill in Hogwarts for the address."

"Not bad." Scorpius pondered for a while. He was referring to the fact that Draco woke up successfully. Copi rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

"Oh, I'm not too sorry to find that I didn't receive a gift from you at Malfoy Manor." Draco reached out and grabbed the apple that was about to run wildly out of the table, and put it back on the table In the middle of it, the Prince Slytherin waved his hawthorn wand, and the apple began to tap-dance happily.

Scorpius paused: He really didn't think that within the few hours he was away, three days had passed on this side, and it was still damn Christmas.

At this time, Scorpius really wanted to shout to the sky that at least five years ago his household registration book was printed in Chinese, and people there never celebrated Christmas—at most they only regarded it as Valentine's Day!

He lowered his head to look at the platinum-blonde head in front of him who seemed to be concentrating on playing with the apple, and tried his best to pretend to be calm: "I want to deliver the gift to you in time, Draco, but The gift I ordered needs to be made, and they can't meet the deadline for quality."

"Making?"

"Yes."

"Sounds good." Draco curled his lips and raised his pointed chin. "If I end up with any ready-made that I can recognize, I'll..."

"kindness?"

"Just wait until your eyes open," the Slytherin prince hissed mockingly.

Scorpius didn't want to admit that he was a little nervous by Draco in the first year, trying to put on a smile that wasn't so stiff, he found an excuse to escape from this difficult brat, and then blew the shit back to the prefect From the messy table in the dormitory, the order from the broom store was dug out. After thinking about it, the black-haired young man filled in the customization information for Nimbus 2001 in the special customization column of the order——

He admits that it is despicable to deprive Mr. Lucius Malfoy of the option to give Draco a school gift a year later, but he can't care so much right now. Who told him that Draco mentioned his second grade to him? Only then did he really have the little secret of a special competition broom that belonged to him.

"So without a doubt, I'm doing something good," Scorpius said to himself, curling his lips.