[HP] Noble

During the usual Hogwarts class time, Diagon Alley is not always crowded as it is in the impression, most of the shopkeepers move small chairs and run to The shop was basking in the sun, only three or two solitary witches and witches came and went, hurriedly opened the door of a shop to go in or came out with big bags and small bags, and they didn't seem to like to meddle in their own business— —But this does not prevent them from taking an extra look at Draco no matter what the reason is.

Scorpius didn't know if running out for a walk with Draco was the right choice at this time - after all, when he started thinking about it, he had already nodded to Professor Malfoy's invitation.

They first went to the shop that sold potion raw materials. When Draco took out the long list that seemed to have been prepared a long time ago, Scorpius did not hide the expression on his face. Surprised—he couldn't think of any potion ingredients that weren't available in Narcissa's huge potions workshop.

"Please bring all the above materials." Draco's face was still very pale, as if recovering from a serious illness, but this did not prevent him from being a proud and picky guest, "I will choose it myself. "

Malfoy's family has always been regular customers of this potion material shop, so the shop owner naturally didn't dare to say anything, took the parchment and turned to get the potion materials that Draco needed, but at this time, Master Malfoy turned his head , looked at the black-haired boy beside him, and said in a casual voice: "Don't be surprised, of course mother and Severus will care about me-but it doesn't mean that they will put their potion refining room and the contents inside They lent me materials, and in that regard, they are more stingy than you can imagine."

The slightly complaining tone in Draco's words made Scorpius show a small smile. He didn't want to spoil the current atmosphere, but he still couldn't help reminding: "You should rest more, Dumbledore will take your leave, It wasn't for your cat to make potions at home, Professor Malfoy."

"I just want to recover quickly, so I must make some harmless potions that will help me restore my strength-but my mother would rather brew them for me than let me touch her cauldron-God knows The last time I blew up her cauldron was already the summer vacation after the first grade." Draco frowned slightly, just at this time the shopkeeper also came over with a jar of Mordramon's claws, Draco took it Pass the jar, which looks bloody from the outside, and walk to the side table to put it down.

Summer vacation after first grade?

Can't believe you didn't mention in your "note" that the self-proclaimed "Little Prince of Potions" blew up Mrs. Malfoy's cauldron!

Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly to hide the x-smile that could hardly be concealed in his eyes. He leaned close to Draco and watched him make a grimace as he opened the jar of potion ingredients, and then took the silver jar next to it. Long tweezers - he did not use his wand during the whole process, because the potion materials are sensitive and any small charm may affect their composition.

Draco selected the bloody claws he wanted from the jar—

At this time, he still seemed a little worried about handing over his regular raw materials to customers. The boss of the potion material store also came out from behind the counter. He came to the other side of Draco with a smile, and first stretched his head to see Watching his movements——after seeing Draco manipulating the tool steadily, he showed a visibly relieved tone, and then said in a low voice and quickly: "This is the best Mordramon. Claw, just after being transported, I bumped into you—Mr. Malfoy, I heard that you are now serving at Hogwarts? The time your father showed up at my store door together, time flies, doesn't it? In no time you're a professor, and the Daily Prophet thinks highly of you— —I think—'war hero,' is that what they call you?"

Draco paused when he picked those claws, raised his head and glanced at the shopkeeper proudly, then nodded slowly, showing a reserved smile of absolute nobility: "That's right, sir, but I always think those newspapers are It's an exaggeration - but I do teach at Hogwarts."

"I'm free today because I have to pick out these—er, the ingredients for the vitality potion?" The shopkeeper blinked his mouse-like philistine eyes, and he turned his gaze to Scorpius's. body, "With your students?"

Draco frowned subconsciously, and almost didn't want to refuse: "He's not my student."

"Oh?" The potion shop owner was stunned for a moment—he never expected that he just asked such a casual question, but in exchange for such a serious denial, which doesn't quite go along with the dialogue logic of the nobles. Yes or no?But no matter what, now he began to really look at the black-haired young man in front of him-he looked very handsome, yes, handsome, not handsome or handsome enough, but it gave people a very comfortable feeling and wanted to get close And looking carefully, he seems to have oriental ancestry—but that's all, apart from these, there is really nothing that can make people's eyes shine.

But at this moment, the shopkeeper didn't know, and the one who was also caught in doubt was Prince Slytherin who was holding a pair of tweezers and started to distract himself grandly, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter——

The boy named Scorpius Gretel (according to him) is indeed a student of Hogwarts, and he is still a Slytherin, so according to the information collected after Draco woke up, Said, the black-haired boy in front of him is really a perfect thing to be called his student, but when things happened naturally like this, Draco was surprised to find that in his heart, compared to From a student's point of view, the black-haired boy in front of him who was looking at him inexplicably seemed to have another more important definition for him.

For example, Draco found that when he was caught by these bright black pupils—in the dark potion material store, they were still as bright as black pearls in the vast sea—when he was caught by such black and white pupils, While the eyes were on—his heart skipped a beat for a moment as if it were an illusion.

This is very strange.

And an hour ago, he invited him out to visit Diagon Alley together.

This is so weird.

It was so strange that Draco had to redefine the "possible relationship" between the two.

Throwing the tweezers in his hand into the tray, Draco pushed the jar of bloody paws and gave it to the shopkeeper, "That's all," he muttered, looking a little absent-minded, "Bring the rest of the ingredients, then I have other things to do now!"

——In fact, he just came out to hang out today, so he didn't have anything to do.

Usually Draco can spend an afternoon in the potion material shop, but today, he found that when the people he brought out sat quietly and waited to watch him pick out potion materials—he didn’t care How can you not focus on the details of whether the dandelion ball in front of you is plump enough, or whether the petals of the pomelo flower are the most perfect three-petal tip-several times, Draco even wanted to jump up and growl Let the black-haired boy in front of him turn his eyes away.

But before he did, he found, paradoxically, that he liked being looked at that way.

Really, fucking, too bad!

So Draco could only pick the materials that would have taken at least two hours at an astonishing speed in half an hour—and he could count the packing time, and paid the shopkeeper to send them to After Malfoy Manor, when Draco didn't expect it, he grabbed the wrist of the black-haired boy beside him, and dragged him all the way out of the potion material shop——

Whether or not the owner of the potions shop was yelling in the back telling him he hadn't got his change yet.

In short, Draco didn't want to stay in it for a second - the weird invisible atmosphere mixed with pink almost made him almost suffocate!

And the most hateful thing is that the people dragged out by him don't seem to feel how boring and boring it is when they hold their chins to watch people choose potion ingredients. At this moment, he is following the Platinum Noble Behind him, he said in a voice that sounded frighteningly understanding: "Actually, you don't have to worry so much, Draco, I don't need to buy many things."

Draco slowed down a little - he pretended he didn't hear the dark-haired boy behind him - because now he was faced with a new problem - he felt that it was time for him to let go of the man who was killed by him. Grasping the wrist in the palm of my hand——

Unfortunately, however, Draco found that he didn't want to let go at all.

It was as if there was a permanent bonding spell between his palm and the wrist of this teenager named Scorpius Great.

The two of them rushed along as if they were catching a train, keeping one walking in front and the other striding behind with their not-so-long legs trying to keep up with the pace. They walked through most of the street, and they passed a house on the way. The coffee shop is full of scary decorations like pink and bowknots. Draco laughed in his heart, "How could anyone want to go in this kind of shop?" At the same time, he saw a couple talking and laughing in a low voice by the window. He stopped when he saw the couple enjoying the exquisite afternoon tea, then he turned his head and asked the black-haired boy who was still in his hands in a calm tone: "Are you tired, do you want a cup of coffee?"

"..." Scorpius turned his head and glanced at the horrible cafe beside him, thinking that he was really tired from being dragged around like this, but he wasn't crazy enough to stop in this kind of shop.

So he shook his head.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and continued walking - this time his pace was not so fast, but he still didn't let go of Scorpius.

Near the coffee shop is a pet shop. At this moment, there is not much business in the pet shop, but it is still lively enough - the window is full of a batch of newly arrived two-feathered beasts, fluffy like rabbits, for its What’s even more cute is that it has a pair of wings that are obviously not for flying but for showing off. When they are chubby and huddled together, they have a visual impact——

This thing seems to be popular again in the period after the war. The previous popular period was when Scorpius was in the third grade. At that time, almost every girl had one of these things.

Scorpio took a look.

Unexpectedly, the platinum aristocrat who had been rushing in front of him seemed to have an eye on the back of his head, and suddenly stopped walking, and then he turned around, using the stiff way of asking questions in class (really That's it) asked the black-haired boy behind him: "Do you want a twin-feathered beast?"

Scorpius: "..."

He vaguely remembered that Draco stood in the same position and asked him the same question when he bought such a thing as a gift to Astoraria——

After two years, Scorpius still shook his head.

"I noticed you looked at them too much," Draco said.

"I'm just looking at it," Scorpius didn't understand Draco's stubbornness in wanting to give something that a girl like him likes. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and he tried to make himself less so Like a white-eyed wolf saying, "They're cute, but not my type."

Draco nodded solemnly: "What type do you like?"

Without thinking, Scorpius said, "Those, juvenile dragons are fine—ha, but they're hard to deal with when they grow up, and no one can get them."

"..."

There was no response for a long time, and Scorpius finally realized that something was wrong. When he turned his head back from the window, he was not surprised to find that standing next to him was a handsome man who was half a head taller than him. At this very moment, the platinum nobleman was looking at him with those beautiful silver-gray pupils without blinking.

Only then did Scorpius remember that sometimes Mrs. Malfoy prefers to be called Draco rather than "Draco"—

Dragon?

...that's right, little dragon.

And just now, he just told the guy in front of him that he likes dragons—it was still in his childhood.

Oh damn.

Scorpius was so embarrassed that he felt that his face was about to fall off his face. He opened his mouth and was about to defend something weakly. Annoyed expression, and then, the hand that has always been clasped tightly on his wrist tugged hard——

Then, under the wide-eyed, wide-eyed eyes of that damned, furry twin-feather, Draco took him into his arms and kissed him not-so-tenderly.