[HP] Noble

At this moment, Draco and Scorpius were the only ones present, and Prince Slytherin seemed to relax a lot.

"Get me over to the door," the Slytherin prince muttered, "I don't want to get so close to these stupid pawns again."

"When I touch you, you scream and hurt, how can I help you?"

"Whatever, even a levitating spell, anyway, I don't want to stay here." Draco rolled his eyes in an aristocratic way.

Scorpius had no choice but to hug him halfway up—or maybe because it hurt so much, he was even willing to nest in his arms honestly when Scorpius tried to pick him up—and Scorpius Pee had no doubts that if anyone else was around right now, Draco would just yell at him and wave his hand away and tell him to roll as far as he could.

When Draco was half-embraced from the edge of the chessboard to sit on the doorstep far away from there, Scorpius vaguely felt that he seemed to see the black knight on his horse back on the edge of the chessboard holding himself with a helmet Silently, his face turned towards them... Even though he played with them as a pawn just now, this scene still sent shivers down his spine in Scorpius' view.

"Okay, I also think these chess pieces are ghostly," Draco stretched out his hand and pinched the black-haired Slytherin's chin in front of him, and said after rolling his silver-gray eyeballs in their sockets, "but it's not That means you need to keep an eye on them, and if one of them tries to get off the board, I can see it and I'll tell you."

Scorpius, who was assured, nodded and looked back.

His wand was in his hand.

And from the end of this game of chess to the present, his wand has been firmly held in his hand-this time, he did not receive the wand immediately after using the spell like in the past, and at this moment , The palm of his hand holding the wand even oozes delicate sweat.

"The shattering spell was well used just now," Draco moved, and looked up at Scorpius who was squatting beside him with a dignified face, "full of anger."

It's a bit of a tricky thing to say - he even shuts his mouth after he's finished, as if deliberately not asking why Scorpius got mad at the white queen piece.

The chair it used to hit people was blown into a pile of powder. To do this, it requires a little skill - without the aid of emotions, ordinary people really can't do it.

And at this moment, Scorpius didn't seem to understand the irony in the words of the Slytherin prince in front of him, and when the other party took his hand and used his fingertips to put the ring on his little finger—he Giving him the ring—while rubbing it thoughtfully, Scorpius switched his wand to the other hand, trying to cast a healing spell on Draco, but was stopped before he could raise his wand—

"While I don't think there's anything to be proud of for making myself look like this to help Potter," said the Slytherin prince, looking sarcastically, "if I did, of course I would." Get the most out of it, if Dumbledore doesn't give Slytherin a [-] points, I'll consider setting fire to the headmaster's office."

Scorpius: "..."

"You are a Slytherin prefect." Draco looked up and down the senior Slytherin in front of him with his silver-gray pupils, "why can't you think more about your own house?" ?”

"You mean now I'm going to the board and begging any piece - say the black king - to knock me out with the crown on his head?" Scorpius asked dryly, "and wait till they come in At that time, we could see both of us dizzy and injured, to be honest, if we add [-] points, this year's Academy Cup probably really belongs to us."

At this moment, the expression on Draco's face looked as if he was never going to have any hope of Scorpius' IQ from now on.

In the end, Draco let Scorpius conjure a little bandage from his wand to wrap around his arm-since the former said that there was no place on his body that didn't hurt now, and he didn't want to wrap his own The head, so I had to choose the arm. After everything was processed, they waited in place for a while, and sure enough, about three hours later-Scorpius guessed that it was probably close to dinner time, and they waited for Dumbledore and Professor Snape.

Professor Snape looked like he was about to give up his strange training for the first time, when the door behind Draco opened, and the two Slytherins looked at their Headmaster in surprise. It was rare to walk in front of Professor Dumbledore-even though Head Slytherin's face looked ugly at this moment.

He probably just took a nap and was dragged out of the warm blanket by someone, the greasy, curtain-like hair even looked a little messy.

Nap nightmare, Professor Snape?

Uh, or do you feel like your nightmare is standing right in front of your eyes right now?

Dumbledore looked very busy. When the old headmaster walked in with a snowflake on his head and beard, he couldn't show a relieved expression when he saw that Draco and Scorpius were still alive. , he didn't even have time to throw them a healing spell before handing them over to Professor Snape—

"Severus..."

"I see," Professor Snape said with a tense jaw, almost biting his back molars, "Leave this to me."

When he said these words, those dark pupils even stared at the two students of his academy for a moment.

After Dumbledore left in a hurry, Professor Snape directly grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him up from the ground—very roughly, and thankfully, Mr. Slytherin seemed determined to Made up his mind to completely ignore the bandages on Draco's arms - whether or not the Platinum Noble was yelling and trying to emphasize that.

"Shut up, Draco!"

Scorpius noticed that it was now "Draco" instead of "Mr. Malfoy", which meant—

"I'm looking forward to your father's expression if he knows that you have come to the absolute forbidden place to save the savior!" Head Slytherin pulled his students up, pretending that he didn't see Draco hearing " When he heard the word "Father", he immediately showed a flustered expression, and at this moment, the wand in Professor Snape's hand was waving rapidly - so the dust stained on the robes that Draco had deliberately kept was ruthlessly cleaned up. —and those improvised bandages—

When they fell limply and no trace of blood could be seen on them, Professor Snape paused, and then let out a loud nasal sound as his students blinked in embarrassment. Express your emotions at this moment.

"Fifty points from Slytherin, Mr. Gretel, Mr. Malfoy," hissed Professor Snape. "I've never deducted so much points from my house in my teaching career—congratulations." Opened the door to a new world for me—now do you have anything to say? . . . acceptance speech?"

Scorpius: "..."

Fifty points deducted...

Wait, that's not quite what it was originally agreed to be.

"We helped Potter keep the Philosopher's Stone," Draco frowned, after all, he was still a first-year child—Scorpius thought, this is what the so-called fearless... So in the senior year, Slytherin almost admired In the eyes of Sighing and Sighing, the Platinum Noble pursed his lips in displeasure—yes, he really pouted this time, "But you want to deduct our points, it's not fair, Professor."

"There has never been a rule in Slytherin that your dean will be moved to add a few hundred points to you because you are 'fearless' and 'friendly to help' like a Gryffindor." Professor Snape said The voice sounded like the softest silk, "Did you accidentally misread the school regulations of other colleges when you enrolled?"

Draco: "..."

Scorpius: "..."