[HP] Noble

Draco's good mood lasted until the next morning at the breakfast table. He happily watched Ron Weasley sitting next to the Gryffindor table being hit by a bright red roaring letter, and then When he shouted the letter so that the whole auditorium could hear clearly and told everyone present what the Savior of Gryffindor and his good friends had done, among the surprised eyes of everyone, only Draco brought Watching Goyle and Crabbe laughing indistinctly.

Especially when he heard that the red-haired Gryffindor's father would be punished by the Ministry of Magic for this, the corners of his lips kept a pleasant curve throughout the breakfast.

"They deserve to learn a lesson and suffer a little bit," said Draco in a casual tone, playing with the freshly baked toast in front of him, "so they can know that always going to the house of the Ministry of Magic high-ups— With a damn warrant--what a disgusting act of rummaging in there... I mean, doesn't anyone have any contraband in there these days, do they?"

When Draco said these words, Pansy kept looking at him with admiration, and even when Draco decided to end the topic, she came up to pester Draco to tell her about the Malfoy family There's something interesting in his vault - the Slytherin girls look irritating and satisfying to Draco, and in the end he uses his feigned reluctance - actually gleefully, to tell Pansy about those things. It must be kept secret.

After breakfast, Scorpius was free all morning, and Draco had an astronomy lesson with Hufflepuff, followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts with Gryffindor - when When he heard that Scorpius had decided to waste a whole morning on taking a walk outside and doing nothing, he finally frowned in dissatisfaction——

"Why can't you go to the library?" the Prince Slytherin asked looking displeased.

"I just finished my owl exam, this is the beginning of sixth grade, I need to relax." The senior Slytherin said without changing his face, "Besides, why would you want me to go to the library? Strange, isn't it?"

"I just don't think you should hang around the castle to pass the time," Draco said in that disapproving tone.

"Oh, I really like hanging around like this to pass the time."

Scorpius said in a firm tone that no one could shake. Before Draco had time to say something to continue to refute him, he scratched his hair, turned and left the auditorium as if fleeing. At this time, the morning The students in the class also came out of Lee Hall in groups. By the time Draco realized that he should reach out and grab that damned senior Slytherin, they had almost disappeared at the end of the corridor .

Draco froze for a moment, looked down at the hand he raised but didn't know what it was holding, and finally fell down helplessly, seeming to be slightly annoyed to smooth his neatly combed hair before. Messed up a bit - the gesture drew sideways glances from some girls, including even some Gryffindors.

—and the deep-rooted bad relations between the houses can't prevent the girls from nominating for the award of "Hogwarts' most popular boy" at the evening slumber meeting.

Scorpius, who left Draco, slowed down immediately after realizing that the terrifying gaze behind him had disappeared, and he walked back to the Slytherin common room with graceful steps—this time In a short time, some senior students had gathered there, some of them didn't even go to the hall for breakfast, and now they were slowly enjoying the toast or fried eggs brought by the house elves temporarily. .

Seeing Scorpius walk in through the door, the seniors sitting by the fire greeted him one after another. When they knew that their seniors had finished their breakfast, they even laughed kindly. He thought that the black-haired Slytherin in front of him, who always looked a bit shy, was a standard model student.

Speaking of shyness... Slytherins have always had a common tacit fact: that all of Slytherin - counting Goyle and Crabbe and all the first years together - looks , the least aggressive is their prefect...

Of course, it only looks like this on the surface. In fact, almost everyone knows that their prefects are amazing.

——This is also thanks to the life spell that Scorpius improvised during the owl assessment.

The life spell imitated by Draco in the owl was seen by other students in the same examination room, and all kinds of rumors spread quickly, and Scorpius' status in Slytherin also rose. Not a bad thing - except for the odd look Draco gave him when he heard a group of excited Ravenclaw girls discussing Scorpius' life charm...

It wasn't jealousy or anything, but it was enough to make Scorpius creepy. Finally, when he couldn't bear to be watched and asked what the Slytherin prince was looking at, the other party said in a calm tone : "It's nothing, it's just that I planned to use this spell in the owl exam."

At that time, Scorpius, who was stunned in place, blushed into a monkey's ass—so much so that he forgot that a student who was only in the second grade had already considered the details of the owl assessment. How weird it is.

And now.

The "popular" Slytherin prefect sat on the sofa and played a few games of wizard chess with a seventh-year student, and when he stood up from the warm stove, he yawned and stretched his almost stiff bones , He used a time spell, staring at the floating time made of golden dust in front of him, the black-haired Slytherin suddenly realized that it was time for the second class before he knew it.

Scorpius bid farewell to those seniors, and was going to take a walk outside by the Black Lake, but he didn't expect that when he just left the Slytherin cellar and came to the corridor, he would meet a bunch of big bags and small bags. The Potions Professor went up in a hurry but was extremely annoyed.

Judging from the clinking and clinking of the things he was carrying in his hands, it was more likely than not that they contained one of the petri dishes that Professor Snape liked - if not, Draco Can't believe their potions masters would be so stupid as to forget to use a light-hearted levitation spell to carry these things - after all the potion ingredients are sensitive to potions, and for demanding potions masters, even cleaning the potion with a wand Tool that is not allowed to be reckless.

"Oh, Professor Snape, good afternoon." Scorpius stepped forward, carefully stretching out his hand as a gesture of help——

He didn't dare to reach out to pick it up directly, because Professor Snape's temper is a bit weird, especially when dealing with his precious potion ingredients, if you reach out to pick it up rashly, the overly sensitive potions professor will think you are going to rob— ——Scorpius saw with his own eyes that Sirius, who was about to show his courtship, was unfortunately thrown from one end of the corridor to the other end of the corridor by Professor Snape, who did not hold a wand in his hand.

Even Sirius Black took it as a joke when it was brought up years later - but Scorpius wasn't about to let the joke repeat itself.

Sure enough, in fact Scorpius' judgment is probably absolutely correct. When he stretched out his hand far away and made a gesture of catching something, he clearly felt that Professor Snape subconsciously stopped and stepped back. Backed away—it wasn't until he sternly saw who was standing not far away from him that he relaxed a little.

Professor Snape thought for a while, and after briefly nodding to Scorpius, he stretched out his hand and handed a package that looked very important to him - Scorpius took the package carefully, unexpectedly He landed on the ground, but he heard the rustling sound like kraft paper or other things rubbing against each other, and what followed into his nostrils was a strong smell that made people move their index fingers. Milky smell.

"Give this to Mr. Malfoy." Under the suspicious eyes of the black-haired Slytherin, Professor Snape showed a contemptuous expression, "If possible, please ask him to tell his mother not to Childish smuggling—I mean, anything in the package of potion ingredients that was given to me other than what was on the list of ingredients that had been drawn up before—would cause me, seriously, trouble."

Scorpius: "..."

Professor Snape: "Including a huge bag of ridiculous toffee fudge."

Scorpius: "Oh, a new product from Honeydukes? I've never heard of this before."

"..."

Professor Snape grimaced, and looked up and down seriously at Scorpius - he was not satisfied until he stared at Scorpius until he began to wonder if he had said something wrong and then gave up the polite greeting He quickly retracted his gaze, took a step forward, and brushed past his prefect with his head held high.

Scorpius, who was holding a large bag of milk candy, turned his head and looked at the robes billowing into the waves behind his indifferent headmaster when he left in a hurry——it took him a long time to realize that if he was in his arms The candies he was holding were new products from the Duke of Bees. How could Professor Snape, who probably had no interest in sweets (in terms of appearance and imposing manner), know?

This question is really...

Sith was empty.

Scorpius shook his head, hugged the package in his arms, the bursts of milky smell wafting from his nostrils made him want to hold this big pile of milk candies directly in the sun to bask in the sun and eat them all. The urge to pretend nothing happened—but after a few seconds of thinking about what the consequences would be if things were revealed, he immediately restrained his ridiculous urge—before making up his mind to hand these things over to After Draco went to the kitchen to find something to eat, Scorpius hurried to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

When the senior Slytherin came close to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, almost far away, he heard a burst of... a lively sound.

From the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Scorpius swears that since Lupine stopped handing in Defense Against the Dark Arts, it seems that no one has been so "enthusiastic" about this class in a long time - except -

When Scorpius heard from the classroom... the sound of something hitting the blackboard directly; the sound of something crashing on the ground with a bang; Freeing one hand, he drew his own wand.

And the facts proved that his judgment was absolutely correct.

As he approached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom step by step, he finally realized that the noises he heard before were definitely not "enthusiasm" but simply "flying around"——

The screams of the girls and the chirping and chirping sounds of some magical animals became a mess. Scorpius stood still and was considering whether to open the door in front of him. At this moment, the door of the classroom opened It was suddenly pulled away from the inside, and a terrified second-year Gryffindor ran out from the inside, and on his ear, there was an iron-blue man who looked like Goblin stuff.

That's the thing that makes that weird "cheeping quaking" sound.

Scorpius recognized the ugly little Cornish elf at once--about eight inches tall, with a small pointy face and a very piercing voice, which, in a bunch of them, was easy to produce. It has the lively feeling of "accidentally came to the flea market".

With a wave of his wand, Scorpius accurately frozen a pixie that was excitedly pounced on the package in his arms, and then he poked his head through the opened door and was surprised to find that he saw A defense against the dark arts classroom with flying dogs and dogs-Professor Lockhart has disappeared, Ron Weasley is hanging on the chandelier in a magical way, and a dog is relentlessly pulling at his foot. His wiggly elf, that grinning thing, seemed to take a great interest in pulling the red fur hanging from the chandelier and dropping it to the ground!

At this time, the savior of Gryffindor was standing at the feet of the red-haired Gryffindor and seemed to be trying to put him down, while Hermione Gryffindor stood beside them and slapped She slapped away a pixie that was grabbing her hair, then swiped her wand, neatly casting two freezing spells exactly the same as Scorpius had used before.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, looked around the classroom, and then he saw Draco hiding in the corner at a glance——

This time he didn't let Goyle and Crabbe protect him, but he stood in front of most of the Slytherins - thankfully, Pansy was holding his waist tightly - as if with the coming Prince Charming to the rescue and the princess riding with him - she looked terrified, huddled behind Draco's robes.

Scorpius watched it amusedly for a while, until he saw Draco who was waving his wand impatiently the last second, letting the ice blue light from the tip of the wand freeze all the elves who approached him Suddenly the red light on the tip of the wand flashed, and then, amid the hysterical screams of a second-year Gryffindor girl, the ugly elf head that had been grabbing Ron's feet and trying to drag him off to the ground Separated from the body, bright red blood sprayed all over the floor, and the classroom suddenly fell into a strange tranquility.

"Sorry, my hands are slippery." The lazy voice unique to platinum nobles sounded from the corner of the classroom, "You know, the sword-slashing spell and the ice-moving spell are still somewhat similar—don't stare at me like that, Wei Sly, I didn't even mess with your shoes that were in fashion some century ago."