[HP] Noble

The whole school knew that Draco Malfoy had a three-legged turtle as a pet.

When there is no class in the first period of the morning—such as Tuesday morning or weekends, the young master of the Malfoy family will always take the tortoise, which is not as big as a palm, out for a walk—at the Slytherin breakfast table, usually at Before Draco finished his breakfast, he could always climb up and down the long table, accepting bits of food from the girls along the way.

The three-legged turtle was obviously treated well, I don't know what Draco did to it, but at least it doesn't smell like a turtle now - there is no fishy smell of aquatic plants, and it's all covered. It eerily exudes the unique fragrance of Master Malfoy.

When it first lured Dumbledore from the teacher's seat, the whole school knew of its existence.

"I think my life is complete!" Ron Weasley said to Harry Potter in a low voice in surprise on the long table in Gryffindor, "I actually saw Dumbledore smiling Go to the Slytherin table! - Oh, look Harry, what's that in Dumbledore's hand? God, it's alive! I noticed it was moving, Merlin, that looks cute, doesn't it ?”

"Uh——" Harry drew out his voice, narrowing his emerald green eyes, "Honestly, I can't see clearly—Ron, I noticed that I still wear glasses!" After he could see clearly what the little thing the headmaster carefully picked up from the dining table was, he said dryly.

"A tortoise - good morning, Harry. Good morning, Ginny - oh, and good morning, Fred, George." A huge schoolbag stuffed with books was placed heavily beside Harry. On the stool, Hermione Granger sat down after ignoring someone to say hello to everyone. She raised her chin proudly and said in an "obvious" tone, "That's a magical animal that only exists in China. , with only three legs, can treat all major diseases, oh yes, it can also reduce swelling or something—in short, it’s very rare.”

Her words were addressed to Harry, because she was arguing with Ron now - they had been fighting since before Christmas.The entire Christmas break hadn't softened their relationship a bit, in fact—Harry found that their interactions might have gotten worse.

Ron rolled his eyes, apparently thinking of something, and raised his voice to make sure the third person could hear: "Okay! Harry - maybe you can ask someone how Malfoy got a Chinese turtle."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, her piercing gaze made the red-haired boy start to squirm uncomfortably.

Harry rubbed his forehead with a headache: "I can answer this question for you now, Ron, obviously, it was given to him by Gretel."

"What?!" Ron looked taken aback, staring at his friend in disbelief, "Why did Gretel send him a turtle?!"

Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister, across from Harry, let out a sharp sneer at her brother's stupidity.

"Because they are all Slytherins." Harry said dryly, and he immediately remembered something after seeing Ron's expression, so his voice became a little softer, "If you haven't forgotten, the previous paragraph It was Christmas, and I guess it was maybe a Christmas present or something."

"Christmas present?—well, who would give someone a turtle for Christmas?" Ron muttered, poking the scrambled egg in front of him, and said sourly, "Look at Malfoy's smug face, A tortoise, I say! Not as noble as Scabbers!"

Harry keenly noticed the pause in Hermione's buttering, and Ron, who seemed to realize what he had said, pushed his plate away and said loudly, "It's a shame Scabbers isn't here! He likes this Hard-boiled scrambled eggs!"

"Okay, let's change the subject, Ron—how's your paper on werewolves going?" Harry asked gently, knowing that Hermione seemed to be on the verge of going overboard if he didn't change the subject. The table knife in his hand went into Ron's nostril.Ron made a sad face, and before he could answer Harry, Dumbledore's voice at the Slytherin table penetrated the entire auditorium——

"—very magical, with a strong positive force." He commented, his blue eyes twinkling behind half-moon glasses, "I think you'll want to cherish it—Mr. Malfoy, this is a A rare, coveted magical pet."

Draco looked like he was trying his best not to roll his eyes or something, he took the little turtle that he had washed so hard yesterday from the headmaster and threw it back on the table, in a very false, polite way Said in an elegant tone: "Of course, sir."

"If it dies, I have no doubt that it will become a precious potion material." The whole process remained silent, and at first seeing the not-so-reassuring headmaster suddenly stand up while eating breakfast and walk towards After Slytherin, Dean Slytherin, who also gave up his breakfast and got up and followed the headmaster, said blankly.

"Oh, Professor Snape," Draco said with a smirk at his godfather, "what a pity, I just heard that pinching the turtle's lifespan will allow me to keep it for another few hundred years."

"Perhaps there will be one more item in the Malfoy family heirloom, and Lucius Malfoy will be happy to hear that." Snape twitched the corners of his mouth and hissed mockingly, "although I doubt its authenticity ——I just heard that you raised and killed twelve lop-eared rabbits from different countries when you were five years old."

There was a suppressed "chi chi" laughter at the edge of the long Slytherin table.

A tinge of pink appeared on Prince Slytherin's face when he was exposed to a "childhood anecdote" that he had tried to cover up - but it didn't affect his vision. He turned around as if he had an eye behind him, viciously He patted Scorpius' hand that was about to reach out to the poor turtle, and threatened in a low voice: "Take off your thieves' claws! Gretel! Give it to me and it's mine!"

"Childish," Pansy said resignedly to Zabini. "When will he grow up?"

"Did you say this tortoise?" Blaise Zabini said with a sly grin. "Maybe another 100 years?"

Pansy rolled her eyes hard at him, and took her plate and sat down next to Daphne.

"What a lively and lovely morning, isn't it, Severus?" Dumbledore said with satisfaction as he watched the children's interaction lovingly. To his seat in the teacher's bench, where his half-eaten breakfast was still steaming where it had been--the house-elves had evidently reheated it while he was gone.

……

It was another Tuesday morning, Scorpius had Defense Against the Dark Arts in the first period, and the third year would have free time all morning.

When Draco walked into the auditorium with a sleepy expression on his face, Scorpius was busy with the ham in front of him.

There was a soft "bang", and a hard ball fell on his hand, and the first-year Slytherin knew what it was without even raising his head - oh yes, that's right, it was the tortoise shell.Most of the time, Scorpius noticed, Draco took the three-legged turtle out of his pocket and threw it on the dining table, not at all tenderly.The very lucky tortoise was obviously used to this, and after landing safely on the soft Slytherin green tablecloth, it stuck its head out of its shell, and its eyes as big as mung beans looked lazily at its pretty face Full of air, showing an arrogant expression looking back at its owner.

"Oh come on, Draco! It's just a turtle." Pansy muttered and moved a seat for Draco, who sat down next to her.

"Pass me the bacon under your nose, thank you, Mr. Scorpius Great." Draco gave Scorpius a smirk, and Scorpius was startled, and slowly removed the plate with the bacon Handed it to Prince Slytherin, and when he muttered "thank you" in a low voice, he couldn't help but ask, "I remember you didn't like bacon before."

"Oh, yes, I don't like it." Draco said with a disgusted expression, "but it's soft enough, and this stupid turtle likes it." He said, cutting off the corner of a piece of bacon He took a small piece and put it in a saucer. The green three-legged turtle poked its head out, looked around, and began to eat slowly. Draco looked very satisfied, and he would leave the rest He pulled the bacon to the corner of his plate with a fork, apparently not intending to eat it.

Suddenly, Master Malfoy stopped moving.

"Scorpius?"

"Yes, I'm here, what's the matter?" Scorpius asked gently.

With a hesitant look on Draco's face, he said slowly, "Why have I never seen it excrete—"

"It's breakfast time!" Pansy put down his fork angrily. "Do you have to ask such rude questions at the dinner table?! Draco!"

"Well, I'm just asking, don't be so excited, girl." Draco said guiltily.

Scorpius smiled. "It's all right, Pansy, you'll be satisfied with that answer—because it doesn't have an excretory system."

"Fine." Draco looked satisfied, "This way it won't be so dirty."

"Yeah, you can consider putting it next to your pillow to sleep with you or something." Zabini said with a smile.

"Oh, shut up, Blaise."

Draco said lovingly, he cut some bacon and put it in the saucer, Pansy watched his movements coldly, curled his lips in dissatisfaction.At this time, Astoria pushed a small saucer with a little pumpkin juice in it, and the tortoise looked at the little girl gratefully, gave up the bacon, crawled towards the pumpkin juice, and drank it bit by bit. Standing up, "It's so cute," Astoria narrowed her eyes slightly into a nice arc, and Scorpius rarely saw her showing such a soft expression, "What's its name?"

The little girl looked at Scorpius, and Scorpius choked, feeling embarrassed. It never seemed to occur to him that a turtle needed a name.

"What name can you expect him to come up with?" Draco sneered bitterly from the sidelines, "—shouldn't the turtle be called 'Potter' given his dog's name is 'Black'?"

"You can call it that if you like, 'Potter'—it's cute, isn't it, a shiny name, sounds like a savior or something." Scorpius said dryly with a stiff face.Across from him, Goyle squirted his mouthful of bread back onto his plate, and began to giggle roughly, as if he had just heard a great joke.

"Very good," the platinum noble put away his sarcasm, and muttered depressingly, "You managed to make me sick to myself."

"Oh, you're welcome." Scorpius smirked at him.

At this time, the owls delivering the morning mail flew in from the overhead window, a large group of owls, only Potter's white snowy owl and Draco's huge eagle were particularly conspicuous.The former landed gracefully on her Master's shoulder, quietly raising its paw for Harry to remove the letter from its lap, while the latter caused a commotion at the Slytherin table—

"Hey - Salazar! Don't peck it - damn it, Gretel, put that stupid turtle under the table -" The eagle named 'Salazar' seemed to have completely forgotten that he was What are you doing here? At this moment, I am busy flapping my wings and stretching my neck to peck the tortoise on the table (it retracted into the shell at the first time), the tortoise was pushed and turned over several times, and the plate on the table was More than half of it was overturned, and the pumpkin juice was spilled all over the table, and the Slytherins all turned their faces and stared at the disaster in a daze - this situation is not common on the long Slytherin table, is it?

Finally, Draco held his precious eagle upside down by its claws, and rudely removed the package from its claws and threw it to Zabini. With a domineering long hair, Prince Slytherin's usually neat hair now looks a little messy, which makes him a little embarrassed.

"Disaster!" he roared.

Scorpius suppressed a smile and stuffed the three-legged turtle into his pocket, and Draco let go of Salazar.

The eagle was free, and the hooked eagle gave Draco a hard slap on the back of his hand, then flapped its wings and flew to Scorpius, and took the turtle out of his pocket with its claws under the dumbfounded eyes of everyone. He came out, then looked back at everyone provocatively, flapped his wings and grabbed the tortoise to spread his wings and leave.

Scorpius looked like he was about to faint in surprise: "It can't be that smart!"

"Oh - oh!" said Draco dully, blankly, "Of course it can - that's my eagle."

"This is not the time to be proud, Draco," Zabini reminded, "It took the turtle."

"Okay." Draco turned a little blue, and he reached out to brush his soft platinum hair, "—I have to get my broom, damn it!—Goyle! Crabbe! No special!"

The three men on the Quidditch team next to Slytherin stood up.

"Oh, Draco, your eagle is as cute as you are," Nott said gloatingly.

"Shut up, Nott," Draco replied sternly.