[HP] Noble

Regarding tonight's night tour, Harry Potter could vaguely feel a little uneasiness, but the current ending seems to be a bit unresolved, and as a second-year illegal night tour student, of course he is not good Besides, after the two Slytherins left, he had no choice but to return to his dormitory with Ron in despair.

What Harry didn't expect was that when he thought he was concealed enough and tiptoedly put away his invisibility cloak and tried to crawl back to his four-poster bed without anyone noticing, at this moment, under the mosquito net opposite him, Neville Longbottom's But the wand lit up - it was like a signal, followed by Dean, then Simon, when Harry realized that the whole dormitory was not asleep and sat up from his bed and stared at him. When he was, next door to him, Ron was still trying to climb onto his bed with his big buttocks like an ostrich.

"Even if you smother yourself under the covers, Ron," Neville said, throwing back his own mosquito netting and pulling up his face, "I'll ask you—'Hey buddy, how about tonight?" Where did it go?’ Such a question.”

Ron gave up struggling, he turned his head and looked at Harry in despair, and then saw Neville, who could no longer hold back, laughing and laughing with the other two roommates, which made the red-haired even more angry. To Ryffindor's surprise, he found his good buddy sitting on the bed, sitting cross-legged on the bed, laughing foolishly with everyone else—

"Okay, what's so funny about that?" Ron bellowed out of control.

The laughter in the dormitory subsided a little, and Neville touched the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking a little strange that Ron's face seemed a little thinner than usual tonight, "What's the matter, Ron, Harry - all we know is that you left the dormitory after curfew and we've been waiting for you to come back," said the chubby Gryffindor boy honestly. — but you also know that Hogwarts is not peaceful right now."

"Come on, Neville," said Harry in a calm tone, "that's not your fault at all, Ron just took too much of a blow."

Simon raised his voice and made a long thoughtful sound: "Let me think about it—let me think about it—a bad mood plus a night tour encounter—ah, I guess you must have met that Slytherin The prefect is here, the one with the black hair is in the sixth grade this year!"

Ron gasped, and turned his head towards Simon, as if he was spouting some terrible flames from his mouth at this moment... Neville and Dean seemed to be eating He giggled foolishly as if he had said "Smiling Candy", and Harry looked at his buddy sympathetically: "I never said anything about it."

Others in the dormitory laughed louder.

"Come on, Ron, you thought you were hiding it well!" Neville said, patting his pillow hard, looking excited, "More than half of Gryffindors know you like that senior Slytherin - Fred and George make jokes about you and him in the common room every day - oh oh, don't be mad, no one meant anything bad, just a little surprised at first that you liked Slytherin Come on...not that it wouldn't work, Slytherin is still so annoying, but I guess if you like it, it should be okay after all - we're not that rigid."

"But my mother does!" Ron screamed in horror, before throwing himself into his bed, "I can't believe what my mother is going to say when it gets to my ears - my father would kill too. Mine - he only made headlines during the summer for his fight with Malfoy - he hasn't been in the headlines in years! The last time was when the Ministry of Magic investigated the living conditions of low-level staff, the reporter And misspelled his name!"

Everyone: "..."

Everyone looked at each other, amidst Ron's ghostly crying and wolf howling, everyone grinned very hard... In order to comfort this partner who was a little fluctuating, Simon rolled around on his bed with a smile, while Grinning, "Why are you crying, 'Ronnie' - isn't it nice to see your crush before you go to bed in the middle of the night, I bet you can close your eyes now and imagine what's going on between you When I saw him in the hallway...that glimpse!"

"It's enough of a 'glance'," Harry reluctantly put away his laughing smile, and said casually to himself, "if he didn't see him hissing at a faucet like a snake ' the way you talk."

Harry swears, he just said this in passing, but when he said it, he found that everyone around him suddenly stopped laughing or wailing, and it was as if an invisible person suddenly fell down. Like a silencing spell, he suddenly fell into a sudden and terrifying silence.

a long time.

Only then did Harry hear Neville jerk his quilt over him, then stammered, as if in disbelief, asking, "What... what are you talking about, Harry—did you see that Slytherin in, in What are you doing?"

Harry turned to look at Ron with some unease, and now he was no longer trying to get under the covers-he turned to look at Harry with a look on his face that looked like Harry had just said What terrible and irrevocable words, felt the gaze cast on him by Harry, the red-haired Gryffindor suddenly closed his mouth and shook his head in despair, directly refusing to let himself make any sound... When he made this When expressing, the freckles on his face look very vivid.

Harry swallowed. "Snake talk—though, not sure if he succeeded, he said he was just imitating."

"Imitating a cat, imitating a dog, or imitating a skunk, Harry, no one would want to imitate a snake." Neville's eyes widened in horror, and he lowered his voice, as if talking loudly would make that Slytherin Hearingly, "It's evil—speaking like a snake, there are only two people in history, one is the creator of Slytherin House, and the other is—"

Neville snapped his mouth shut.

The veins on Harry's forehead twitched. At this moment, he felt that even the scar on his forehead became painful, and the anxiety in his heart became more and more intense-he glanced at Ron. En didn't seem to mention anyone other than Slytherin who could speak Parseltongue, so he looked at Neville and asked dryly, "Who's the other person?"

Neville bit his lip violently and shook his head wildly - he looked like he was on the verge of crying.

And Dean took a deep breath, and there was no smile on his face at this moment: "The person who can't even say his name."

As soon as Dean's words came out, Harry felt as if something exploded in his mind - the "hissing" sound that he could occasionally hear while walking in the corridor, the voice shouting "kill", and Other fragmentary voices swarmed into his mind like a tide for a while... He had to frown fiercely and cover his head in pain, the bangs that he had deliberately used on weekdays The scorching pain was being released from the covered scar.

In a daze, he only heard what Neville seemed to be saying to Ron. They talked a lot, but Harry couldn't catch it. There was only one sentence that he could hear clearly——

"If that Slytherin prefect is a Parseltongue, you can't go near him anyway, Ron, it's dangerous, and you should know as well as I do what a Parseltongue means."

Harry felt his stomach churn—and why, forgive him, he didn't even know why.

……

A secret told to the second person, it will no longer be a secret.

The next day, when Scorpius and Draco stepped into the auditorium hall, the black-haired Slytherin almost immediately felt that the atmosphere seemed to be a little weird—for example, there was a lot of discussion just a second ago The hall of the auditorium suddenly fell silent the moment he appeared.

At this time, the hundred students who were already sitting in the auditorium turned their heads to look at him.

Look at hair?

Scorpius touched his face, and muttered inexplicably: "...I have never had this kind of treatment before."

While talking, the senior Slytherin raised his eyebrows and turned his head to tease Draco who was standing behind him about this matter—but he unexpectedly found that the expression of His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin at this moment can be said to be It darkened instantly.

"No need to be so serious," said Scorpius, "I think I should probably have guessed what's going on."

"Although I tried my best to talk last night, I thought I had made them realize the truth, but it didn't seem to be enough to make some gossips who would die if they didn't chew their tongues close their mouths." At this moment, Della Kopi seemed to be too angry to pay attention to his words. The silver-gray pupils of the platinum aristocrat shrank slightly because of anger. The next second, Scorpius realized that it seemed that Draco was about to A symbol of what to do and before he had time to stop him, the platinum nobleman had drawn out his wand, and shot a red spell at the Gryffindor table quickly and accurately——

bah—

Snapped!

There was a sound of exclamation from the crowd on the Gryffindor long table, the pumpkin juice and jam were splashed everywhere, and the dinner plates, forks and spoons hit the students sitting on the edge of the long table body, when they screamed and scattered—the only ones sitting there were Ron and Harry who were sitting dumbfounded by the table. At this moment, a fried egg that was blown away It fell from the sky, and the oily fried egg fell on Ron's head... The savior of Gryffindor was full of chins from the spilled ketchup before he could dodge it, as if he had grown out alive. A slapped red beard.

There was a murmur of laughter from the other three college tables, but the laughter died away quickly.Slytherin was deducted a full twenty points by the furious Professor McGonagall on the grounds that Draco almost blew up half of the long table in Gryffindor - seriously affecting the friendship and peace between the houses.

Although even the Gryffindors looked absurd when Professor McGonagall said this reason - in fact, the two houses never thought that there was any damn thing between them "Peace" or "friendship" that makes you want to vomit.

The Slytherins didn't seem particularly concerned about the missing twenty points.

When Scorpius and Draco walked to their usual places and took their seats one after the other, the people around them greeted them in a normal manner—and after that, they all returned to their previous seats. Among those trivial topics, recall that when Scorpius walked into the restaurant before, the students on the long Slytherin table were the only ones who didn't look at him like monsters.

But to be honest, Scorpius was not particularly moved.

After all, "it's nothing to do with yourself, hang it high" is a fine tradition that has been passed down from Slytherin House.

"Draco, please pass me the blueberry jam."

Scorpius picked up his toast and pretended not to feel the strange eyes cast on him from the other three long tables in the auditorium—then he only heard a "boom", and a jar of fresh jam was heavy. The ground was placed in front of him, and the force was so great that most of the cutlery on the table jumped - it was hard for everyone to pretend that nothing happened, when Scorpius saw Pansy lift up the container he had turned over to fill the milk When she turned around and asked a fourth grader next to her if she could cast a cleaning spell on her stained skirt, Scorpius almost admired the girl's super calm acting skills.

After cleaning up everything, Daphne, who was sitting beside her, turned her head and said to Draco in a reproachful tone, "Don't mess things up".

Although everyone knows that the point is not here at all.

"Okay, don't be so angry, it's not like you." Scorpius muttered, took the blueberry jam and spread a thick layer on his toast, "Let them say what they like alright."

"Yeah," Draco said with a sardonic smile, drawn out his voice in a very unpleasant tone, "wait, soon someone—maybe a professor—will come over and ask You stay up late at night practicing Parseltongue in front of a faucet. What's the purpose, what's the plot, what's the secret, and you just stare dumb like a fool—despite the fact that You're just so boring, you're just making trouble for yourself."

Scorpius closed his mouth and touched the tip of his nose resentfully.

"I'm fine." He said sincerely.

"Of course you're fine, because your nerves are as thick as a sewer." Draco made an expression as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, and sneered, "Admit it, Gretel—you are He Chippaky sent a Slytherin undercover."