[HP] Noble

"—Draco, I think I saw Mr. Malfoy stuff what looked like an old notebook into Ginny Weasley's cauldron."

Two days later, on the Hogwarts Express train back to school, the black-haired Slytherin sitting in the box finally couldn't help but say to the platinum nobleman sitting next to him who was buried in the newspaper—it's a pity at this moment In a short time, the other party's attention was all on the newspaper in his hand. On the front page headline of the latest issue of "Daily Prophet", Gilderoy Lockhart's smile is particularly eye-catching, and even more eye-catching What catches the eye is that there is still a small, dark-haired boy hugged semi-compulsively in his arms.

"'Could the one-year curse be broken? Hogwarts' new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!'—Listen to the title, are they finally going to raise the wages of journalists who write stories? I don't read once a year like It's such a shocking news headline—I bet this professional novelist will leave Hogwarts with his ridiculous lies and fantasies in less than a year!" His silver-gray pupils were full of disgust. After carefully looking at every corner of the photo on the newspaper from the beginning to the end, Mr. Draco Malfoy shoved the newspaper aside. He turned his head and looked at the senior Slytherin beside him without any hesitation. Guiltily asked, "Oh, what did you just say to me?"

"If you don't want to see Potter, why don't you buy the newspapers these days? And you've been staring at that photo for a long time." Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Scorpius had to Repeat what you just said.

As expected by Scorpius, Draco's reaction to this was not very great——

"Maybe it's because my father decided to start helping the poor." Prince Slytherin shrugged indifferently, "As a pure-blood family, the weasel family is really bad enough to make people want to cry—both pure-blood, my father Probably because they don’t want to see the scene where their only young daughter takes out a notebook to record something in class, but the notebook is a second-hand book and the pages are scattered all over the floor... You know, although I personally think that scene is probably quite exciting .” Saying that, Draco showed a longing expression.

"Yes, that's right, that's it." Scorpius twitched the corners of his lips, "It's because the fight between Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley occupied the front page of the Daily Prophet yesterday, so Potter It was wronged to be arranged until the next day."

Stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth, one of Draco's cheeks bulged out from being kicked by the frog, and the platinum nobleman made an indigestible grimace: "The famous Potter."

In the eyes of ordinary people, Harry Potter is indeed famous enough - now his own fame has almost surpassed his story, the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts, protecting the Sorcerer's Stone from being stolen The great hero, snatching the House Cup from Slytherin's eyes - and a whole series of things, none of which stopped Draco from gnashing his teeth at that skinny black-haired blue-eyed boy.

Coupled with a gentle and approachable personality, this combination of advantages is enough to make Harry Potter one of the most popular students.

"If he was more handsome, I would start to wonder if I ate something wrong and accidentally got sucked into the novel of some familiar novelist." Draco rolled his eyes.

Scorpius let out a chuckle, thinking that Potter is really not ugly after he grows up and becomes stronger-there are many girls who like him, and the chocolates Potter receives every Valentine's Day He is the only one in the school who can compete with Draco... I don't know if the expression on Scorpius' face is too obvious at the moment, which aroused the vigilance of the platinum nobleman sitting next to him, and he turned his head , facing Scorpius completely—so that he can make himself look very serious, and when he speaks, it is like the dangerous hiss of a poisonous snake when it sprays venom: "Don't you think that too Scarhead is pretty good, right?"

"It's you who talk about him all day."

"That doesn't mean you can mention him." Draco said domineeringly in a confident tone.

"You talk about Potter all day long, as a daily routine," Scorpius said inexplicably, "Why did you become 'the one who can't talk' when you come to me?"

As soon as the black-haired Slytherin finished speaking, his mouth was tightly covered by a hand, and he made a "whoosh" sound. The senior Slytherin blinked, and the long and thick eyelashes fell from the white eyes of the Slytherin prince. Sweeping his hands, Draco was slightly stunned by the soft touch, followed by brain failure for two or three seconds, and then the fear and vigilance that should have returned to his face——

"You're crazy!" said the Slytherin prince in disbelief. "You think everything can be joked about, don't you, and think you're very humorous?"

Oh, yes, it's as if you weren't the one who made the real "unspeakable one" kneel in front of you in the Ministry of Magic battle - thinking of this, Scorpius didn't Breaking away from Draco, instead showing a sweet smile under his palm, Scorpius was disgusted enough by himself, but then he found that he liked it.

Draco appeared in his world as tall and strong from the beginning.

This image didn't change until they were actually together - even worse.

And now Scorpius finds that he has a chance to see the growth process of His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin in front of him-this makes him feel very good, for example, now he often lies in bed alone in the dead of night and recalls being sucked a unicorn The Dark Lord with beast blood screamed in fright, and Draco, who ran wildly, covered the quilt with a smirk.

The atmosphere in the entire car that followed was a bit strange.

Even Blaise, who just dragged his suitcase from another box and came over to open the door and wanted to come in to grab a seat, opened the door and looked at the two people in the box for three seconds, hesitated for two seconds, and then shrunk his head Go back and knock on the door of Goyle and Crabbe's box next door.

"Look, it's all your fault. Your smirk scared Blaise away. I had planned something that I had to tell him." Draco watched with satisfaction when he was closed with a "bang". opened the door of the box, but insincerely accused the senior Slytherin beside him in a lazy voice.

Scorpius saw through his trick at a glance.

Unwilling to be used to his stink, the black-haired Slytherin patted his butt and stood up: "Then I'll call him back for you."

"I don't want to talk about it now," Draco restrained the sneer from the corner of his lips, and ordered with a sullen face, "Sit down for me."

This time, Scorpius showed a satisfied expression, and then sat back in his seat.

……

The tail of summer in England is getting dark faster than anyone imagined. When the Hogwarts Express is about to arrive at Hogwarts, the sky outside has almost completely darkened. Looking out from the window, you can only see The red light that burns like fire at the intersection of the endless vast plain and the sky and the earth.

It was the third time Draco complained about being hungry when he changed into his robes.

"You only ate the sandwich Mrs. Malfoy gave you when you got in the car." Scorpius straightened his school uniform collar, and then hung the prefect badge on the robe, noticing that Draco seemed to be fascinated. When looking at the badge on his chest, he brushed it on purpose, "Why are you hungry again?"

"I'm growing," Draco retracted his gaze indiscriminately, and then glanced at Scorpius from beginning to end, "You will never understand the pleasure of growing taller every day. I shall pass you in two years, shorty."

"Oh, it feels a bit strange to be called 'short' by someone who only reaches his chest." Scorpius said thick-skinned, "Remind me when I get to school later, I have to hurry up and write down this subtle feeling. "

While saying this, the senior Slytherin couldn't help but re-evaluated Draco—then Scorpius discovered that His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin's arrogance may be well-founded, just two short In less than a month, this guy seems to have indeed grown taller. Scorpius remembered that when Draco grabbed him and asked him to write a letter for the summer vacation, he seemed to be a little shy and said by grabbing his sleeve... that look A little shy and a little cute, plus a lot of arrogance is enough to make Scorpius look like a pervert for three days and three nights.

The older Professor Malfoy said that in the first few days back, Scorpius looked like a puberty fool.

——If he had changed to the current height difference, Draco would probably have grabbed his collar instead of being a gentleman.

When the Hogwarts Express came to a solid stop, there was the creaking sound of the rest of the box doors being opened outside the corridor and the sound of the students inside talking to each other as they came out. Scorpius and Draco waited for a while. , When it was confirmed that there were not so many people outside, Draco opened the door, grabbed the wrist of the senior Slytherin standing behind him, and at the same time he stepped out of the box door, he Also pulled it out.

He led the way earnestly, as if Scorpius was a fool who didn't know the way.

Scorpius looked out of the window, and at this time the outside of the train was messed up by the luggage that arrived at the same time——Different from other colleges, most of the students in Slytherin are heirs of pure-blood families with a history, so almost every The luggage of the Slytherin students is handed over to the Hogwarts house elves by their own house elves. This "manual handover" process seems a bit slow, but for the nobles who have always had many rules, "Slow" means "delicate."

——Although they occasionally ignore a problem: But there will always be problems in any manual operation.

Right now, for instance, Draco is throwing a fit at not being able to see his house-elf, Dobby—

"If he wants a piece of clothing, he can apply directly to me!" Draco said coldly in a voice hundreds of times colder than usual, "There's no need to steal all my whole box of clothes. "

If it weren't for the bad atmosphere at the moment, Scorpius almost laughed out loud on the spot.

"It must have been delayed by something." He cleared his throat and tried to sound regretful.

"Its only job today is to get my chest and my 'Salazar' safely to Hogwarts, and then to the bloody house-elves to deliver everything to me Go to the dormitory." Draco frowned, looking restless, "What else can it delay?"

Scorpius sneered and asked casually: "Are you sure you didn't arrange for it to trip Potter or something before getting on the train?"

Draco paused on his face—it seemed that he really started to think about this question seriously, and it took him a long time to seriously shake his head under Scorpius' speechless gaze, but when he finished this action, he really did Stretching his head and glanced at the Gryffindor team not far from them: "But I really didn't see Potter—nor the Weasley who went crazy when he saw you—Dumbledore finally woke up and realized Did the polluting nature of their presence get them fired? Oh, I don't know why, just guessing it puts me in a slightly better mood."

Scorpius pretended he hadn't heard Draco's adjective for Ron Weasley.

As the sky became darker and the stars lit up in the sky, the surrounding students got into the carriage in twos and threes, and even the first-year freshmen followed Hagrid to the place where they were supposed to take the boat. There were fewer and fewer people around, and when the night fell completely, the relief that Draco had managed to regain at the beginning finally disappeared without a trace. When a box appeared in front of him with a "snap", he took out his wand expressionlessly.

Although at this time Dobby was screaming and slamming his bald head hard on the uneven road covered with gravel.

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby - delayed the little master's business - and almost lost the little master's box - bad Dobby! Bad Dobby - please punish Dobby - even if it is for Dobby than clothes—”

Through the starlight, Scorpius saw that the white gravel was stained with some jet-black liquid—he was about to say something to stop the crazy house-elf when he saw Draco's face change. It became a little more gloomy, and then, before Scorpius even had time to stop it, a green light that was extremely dazzling in the dark night shot out from the tip of Draco's wand, the green light was fast and urgent , with green dust splashing like a firefly, hit Dobby's stomach heavily——

The house-elf let out a shriek, and the whole thing was knocked out like a kite with a broken string and fell to the bottom of the platform!

When it lay half dead under the wheels of the Hogwarts Express, Scorpius heard the creepy hum of the train that had just stopped quietly on the track and was about to depart—

And at this moment, Draco, who was standing beside him, ruthlessly retracted his wand - looking completely unwilling to rescue his house-elf from under the wheel, he bent down and lifted his wand The cage of the falcon, opened the cage, and let the falcon named Salazar fly out of the cage. The huge falcon flew around Draco's head twice, and then sang high to talk to it The master looked down at the downed house elf in the same haughty posture, and then spread his wings and flew to the tower in Hogwarts where owls rested.

Scorpius paused, as if a little shocked by the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but glanced at the Slytherin prince beside him, and called Draco's name hesitantly.

"——There is nothing to say, Gretel. For a house-elf who has ulterior motives and thinks that he can deceive the world by pretending to make a slip of the tongue, but is actually daring and wants to ask for release, death has always been their best destination."

Draco said lightly, looking down at the house elf who suddenly appeared in front of him out of nowhere, wearing a tea towel with the Hogwarts school emblem on it, picked up his luggage—as if he heard De What Laco said, the house elf who looked similar to Dobby paused, then turned its big head to look under the platform, but it just glanced indifferently at Dobby under the train wheels One glance, and then... even turned his gaze back in disgust.

"Your luggage will be delivered to your dormitory safely without any damage."