[HP] Noble

Seeing the poisonous snake that had instantly quieted down, Harry heaved a sigh of relief, raised his head and was about to smile at someone, but at this moment, he unexpectedly found that the people around him were all staring at him as if they had seen a ghost—— Including Justin, this guy who had just been rescued from the snake's mouth by him looked at him not only without any gratitude in his eyes, but he even looked angry or frightened.

How is this going?The Savior of Gryffindor blinked inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

No one answered him, and it can be said that the surroundings were completely silent.

Harry didn't know why people were looking at him like that, like he'd just done something terrible instead of just saving his classmate from under the snake's teeth... when everything around him was about to change When it became static, Draco, who had always been standing in the corner, came to Goyle at this time, directing him to use his wand to change that one away, and Goyle followed Draco as if parroting the recovery spell After that, he waved the magic wand in his hand, and the snake immediately turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin looked very pale and tired——his movement made many other college team students get out of the way as if they were afraid of contracting some terrible disease, but he saw He doesn't seem to care about getting this kind of treatment... After all, the person who just performed black magic in public and almost performed the "swallowed by black magic" scene by the way is himself——

However, in contrast, when the savior of Gryffindor wanted to walk towards his friend, the surrounding crowd also retreated to both sides in the same way, and Potter finally came to his senses—his own treatment was not the same as the one just cast There is no difference between Slytherin who has mastered the black magic——At this time, a nameless anger rushed from the bottom of his feet all the way to the top of his head, and the anger turned his beautiful blue pupils into Dull seaweed color.

He opened his mouth, and was about to say something—for example, some harsh words were about to jump out of his tongue, but at this moment, his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger emerged from the crowd Ron rushed out from the center, stood beside him on one side and clamped him tightly in the middle. Without saying a word, Ron grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the classroom, "Let's go," the red-haired Gryffindor said. Said like a ghost, "Let's go out and talk if we have anything to say..."

Harry had no choice but to let Ron and Hermione take him out of the classroom almost as if they were holding him hostage.

The door of the classroom was slammed shut behind them - Harry shuddered as the icy wind blew from all directions in the corridor, and then remembered that his cloak seemed to have been left in the classroom and he hadn't had time to put it on...but soon Apparently his mates didn't intend to give him a chance to go back and get something - in fact, Harry found himself not wanting to either, because at the moment the door closed, he could clearly hear what seemed to be something in the classroom. There was a clear sound of relief.

The sound made his stomach churn.

And what happened just now?

He couldn't guess at all.

He just saved his classmate from under the jaws of a poisonous snake - yes, he tried to order the snake back, as if he had a pleasant conversation with a huge boa constrictor in the zoo, there is nothing wrong with that, if it has to If anything, it would have been... crawling back and forth out of the passage leading to the common room, Harry was pushed into a soft armchair in the common room by his friends, and just as he settled himself, He heard Ron's strange tone sounding from the top of his head——

"Harry, you never told us that you're a Parseltongue too!"

……

"——'Parseltongue is the ability to talk to snakes. This ability is rare, and it is different from the elves who are born to talk to animals—in the last century, people with Wizards with this ability are highly respected, and they are considered to be the group of ordinary wizards who are closest to nature. For example, the founder of Slytherin, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is the most typical representative of Parseltongue. This ability was inherited by his descendants, including the Dark Lord who was defeated in the Wizarding War in 1980 AD, and he was once labeled as the heir of Slytherin because of his Parseltongue ability.'”

"Read on."

"'Parseltongue itself is simply a manifestation of wizard power, but because in history, most wizards with Parseltongue have joined the dark camp, so over time, people began to regard Parseltongue as A symbol of darkness and evil, the editor of this article believes that this is a biased and discriminatory misperception'."

"... What do you mean?"

"Potter is the heir of the evil Slytherin?" Scorpius put down the thick book in his hand, and stared at the Slytherin prince who sat opposite him with a disgusted look on his face, who looked like he had been strangled by someone and was dying. Your Highness, "The heir of Slytherin went to Gryffindor?!"

Draco grimaced with a heavy heart: "'Heir of Slytherin'... Tsk, don't need to repeat that twice, I'm going to throw up."

Scorpius frowned: "Potter cannot be the heir of Slytherin."

"Third time," Draco said, sitting up a little, sounding listless, "but, glad I'm not the only one who thinks so."

"But everyone almost believed it. On my way back from the classroom, people kept coming up to me cautiously and asking me why Slytherin had two heirs. They also asked me how I would deal with Potter—well, they Really used the word 'resolved' and surprisingly it was said by a Hufflepuff, they looked terrified." Scorpius shrugged, expressionless, just black pupils There was a sarcasm in his eyes, "My presence was already enough to make them uneasy, and now there is another Potter—the atmosphere in the school now... er er er, it seems that the Dark Lord suddenly announced that he would Watts is as heavy as throwing a dark wizard's rave."

Draco shivered uncomfortably: "Don't keep making jokes about that person, Gretel, what's wrong with you?"

Because of being repeatedly mentioned all kinds of terms that would poke his sensitive spots, Draco felt that he seemed to be more unwell at the moment. At this moment, the platinum nobleman almost rolled himself up and stuffed it into the whole body. In the corner of the soft sofa—not far from him, the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, but the temperature didn’t seem to make him feel any better at all. His face was terribly pale. Seeing his arched back trembling slightly while hugging the pillow...

There were still a few drops of nosebleed that had been accidentally stained on his collar—the blood that had dried up and turned dark red looked a little shocking on the white shirt collar.

Scorpius glanced at him: "Don't use black magic lightly when you know you're wrong—if you're not sure."

"Let's save this until tomorrow and let my furious father yell at me."

Draco sniffed, the blood loss made him feel weak all over his body, and the magic power in his body was repeatedly drained... Oh, Draco couldn't believe that he could experience such a moment The feeling of a squib...His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin lifted his little head from behind the pillow, looked around, and finally he looked back, his silver-gray pupils fixedly stared at the senior sitting on the sofa opposite him Slytherin, as if pointing, said: "I will definitely have a fever tonight."

"Then cover it with an extra quilt, cover it, and it will be fine if you sweat."

"Such a careless method of reducing fever... did you learn it from which slum?"

"Shut up, Draco, you asked for it."

"Goyle and Crabbe are like dead pigs when it comes to sleeping," Draco frowned dissatisfied, "if I get feverish and thirsty in the middle of the night, no one can even pour me a glass of water. "

"..."

"I have to drag my heavy body out of bed in this weather, I may not be able to find my slippers because of dizziness, and then I come to the dining table in the dormitory with bare feet, rubbing in the dark like a Pour yourself a goddamn pot of overnight tea like a blind man - because I'm exhausted, so I can't use a lighting spell, a summoning spell, or a heating spell - Gretel, you have to let a patient stay in the middle of the night Get up and drink a cup of ice-cold tea by yourself, you can be regarded as a class-"

Before Draco could finish his sentence, the hand suddenly stretched out from the opposite sofa and pressed against his forehead made him shut up abruptly.

"You also said, it's the prefect, not the nanny." Scorpius muttered, and after using the palm of his hand, he changed the back of his hand and measured the temperature on Draco's head, "It seems to be a little hot, but it's not What you said is so serious... I guess this is the sequelae of exhaustion, so there is no need to worry too much."

Draco showed a sarcastic expression, reached out and grabbed the hand on his forehead: "What position can make you say something irresponsible?"

"Don't be coquettish, don't make trouble for no reason, Draco."

"Damn no coquettish, no bloody vexatious, Gretel."

When the two Slytherins sitting on the sofa stared silently at each side, the Slytherin students said good night to them one after another and walked up the stairs leading to the dormitory. Soon, In the common room, except for a few senior students who were still reading and reviewing for the big exam, only Draco and Scorpius were left by the fireplace.

Scorpius stared at Draco and waited for a while, then suddenly relaxed and yawned: "It's time to sleep, patient."

Draco sat there without moving or making a sound.

Until Scorpius stood up, compromised and stretched out his hand to him, repeating: "It's time to go to my bedroom and sleep on my bed, sick number."

The young master sitting on the sofa showed a satisfied expression, threw away the pillow in his arms, and grabbed the hand stretched out in front of him.