[HP] Noble

"..."

After Scorpius finished speaking, he found that the scene fell into a short and terrible silence.

At this time, Prince Slytherin, who was picking up a book from the ground in a hurry and was about to put it back on the cabinet, heard his words, and there was a momentary hesitation on his face, and he gently Putting the book about magical animals left by some lower grade student on the cabinet, he turned around and raised his eyebrows and said, "You are more knowledgeable than I thought—— Few people know the true purpose of holy thistle, and most people think that this herb is just a common catalyst that needs to be used in the process of refining some potions."

"Obviously, my prefect badge was not decided to be stuffed into my envelope because Professor Snape drank too much rum and Professor Dumbledore drank too much honey milk and both went crazy together. "Scorpius said dryly, "Now the question is back to the original point, what do you need this kind of thing for?"

"Some rituals." Draco replied vaguely.

"Rituals? You mean those witches' ceremonies - what are you going to do that can't be done with just waving your wand?" Scorpius frowned. "Sounds disturbing, I never knew these things were kept Come on, you're only in the second year, Draco—I can't imagine that Mr. Malfoy would allow you to browse your library at will!—No, the point is not here, the point is your purpose—I can't figure it out now Anything you're about to do is serious enough to require you to perform a magical ritual."

After saying this, the expression on Scorpius' face could almost be regarded as serious——

He must admit that in the eyes of some people, when his name has become "Scorpion Great Malfoy", Draco once secretly led him into the underground treasure house of the Malfoy family - where , his three views were completely overturned, he grabbed a book and flipped through it, and the amount of information in it was so huge that he couldn't sleep well for a few days.

That's not something to be proud of or a happy memory.

When you get in touch with more and deeper things, you can't help expressing hesitation about what you have and what you are doing now.

It's as if all your hard work in the past ten years has been wasted in front of these things-for example, after taking a serious exam and getting "excellent" in all courses in NEWT-but when you think you are already a magician When you are a scholar in the world, there is such a person who jumps out and tells you that what you study is just the superficial children left by the wizards hundreds of years ago.

Everyone would feel very broken - I have to bring in Hermione Granger here - if it was her, she would probably even break down and cry... So now Scorpius is very surprised, how could he Nor did he expect Mr. Malfoy to allow Draco such truths at such a young age - in fact, he didn't think it was appropriate.

It was really not easy for Draco to hold the school textbooks every day like a nerd and strive for the first grade in this situation.

At this moment, Scorpius was obviously not the only one who was surprised.

When Draco listened to the black-haired Slytherin's talk about "magic rituals" and the mention of key words such as "strength", if he could only be regarded as having some hesitation just now, now he looked at Slytherin. Copi's eyes could almost be described as "surprised"-it was real surprise.

Obviously, under the circumstance that Scorpius' family background is unclear, Draco has always regarded this senior Slytherin as an exotic pureblood, and he has long known that the Eastern magic system It is very different from the West in essence - at least before today, if someone told him that the Slytherin in front of him had studied European magic hundreds of years ago, he would probably think that person was talking to him Tell a not-so-humorous joke.

It's not that he discriminates against birth or race—but as the future heir of an ancient magic family, Draco learned at a very young age that the initial formation of the European magic system came earlier than he imagined. And the magic knowledge that has been widely handed down today has been gradually formed after hundreds or even thousands of years of evolution. To trace their origins from it, it is necessary to get to the bottom of the research and go deeper than imagined...

However, most of the living habits and magical habits of those people who first possessed magical powers in ancient times have long been lost.

Only the letters of some people who have the habit of recording have been preserved as orphan copies of antiques, which have been passed down from generation to generation along with his family history, and these orphan copies usually exist as family heritage that is more precious than Gallon—simply To put it bluntly, looking at the magic families in the world today, if they don’t have a family history of hundreds of years, ordinary magic families—even pure-blood nobles with two or three generations, may not necessarily have access to this kind of information.

There is wisdom in it that can probably make a wise man chase his whole life.

"How do you know these things?" Draco asked.

"..." Scorpius thought about it, thinking maybe it was because I had an idiot husband who was a nerd and tried to make me a nerd too? ……Uh uh uh.

"It's hard to believe how much you know about this," Draco quipped tentatively.

"Oh, I know a lot more than you. For example, I can explain the reason why Weasley's binding spell went wrong just now—the wrong spell is not completely related to the damage of the wand and the way of casting the spell. You can find it here A little information about ancient magic rituals.” Scorpius puffed out his chest—clearly knowing that there was a pit in front of him, but he jumped in without hesitation for his ridiculous self-esteem and vanity—who said he wasn’t Scorpius? Leitlin here?

An ancient magic ritual is not the same as the magic taught in schools in the current sense. In comparison, the magic they use and learn now can at best be regarded as a fast food product that takes its essence and discards its dross—— The complicated magic rituals used by the oldest witches and wizards have been gradually refined and simplified. Sometimes the magic rituals that may have been prepared for more than an hour in the records have finally formed a simple spell and waved when casting magic. The movement of the wand - Some scholars once raised objections. They believed that these simplifications made magic lose their original power, but such voices were quickly branded as "conservative old-fashioned factions" and were suppressed by official voices and finally forgotten.

But there is no doubt that when people today wave their wands, the meaning of all their actions only stays in the scope of "learning" and "using", while the oldest magic rituals are more particular and more detailed. Deep things, they pay more attention to the interaction with nature, so in essence, the correct effect of magic rituals is definitely more powerful and even purer than simply waving a wand to cast spells.

"The binding spell is a pure spell, not a breeding spell. A pure spell refers to the spell that is finally born in a magic ritual that comes from its own effect, rather than a spell that has other effects produced during the process," Scorpius thought for a moment and said, "In the beginning, this magical ritual was probably used to catch the negative energy behavior that drove someone or something, and try to stop it in time-oh, you look like it now Especially makes people want to put an egg in your mouth, you know Draco?"

"I don't remember a thief getting into my basement library."

"...the ancient magic family is not limited to the Malfoy family." Scorpius lied calmly.

"Go on," Draco said.

"It was stipulated by the original magical ritual that when casting such a spell, the wizard must control his strong anger or empty emotions-binding spells are protection charms, not harm-see, Weasley's problem arises in Here - when he was irritated by you, and he was shaken by fear from the beginning - you have to be sincere in your intentions during the ceremony, but he may not know at the time that he was just playing with you in anger A spell."

"Oh, even when it comes to that," Draco said warily, "you don't know the conjuration that's needed for this magical ritual—"

"I know," said Scorpius, "the oldest magical ritual of binding spells requires the summoning of the goddess Aradia, the goddess of wizards, whose symbol is the red garter—without a successful conjuration, the whole magic falls apart." It won't work because humans aren't inherently magical - that's another story, involving the origin of magic - and now your mouth makes me want to stuff apples in instead of eggs."

"Oh, shut up—damn—go on."

"If you need justice, call Maat on this basis. She is the guardian of justice, and the symbol is a white feather. You need to confirm that your heart is completely pure, otherwise there will be a magical backlash."

After listening to Scorpius fully explain the key points of the whole magic ceremony, Draco unceremoniously showed a confused and headache expression - this is very common, as if suddenly one day you found that you have carefully guarded for many years The great secret of the wizarding world was written by Filch as if it were a daily bulletin on the clipboard beside his bed.

Looking at Draco's expression, Scorpius' initial aggrieved heart calmed down. He realized that he seemed to have been led astray to other places, so he cleared his throat and sank his face: "These That's not the point, Draco, the point is that you promised me to stop obsessing over everything about the 'Chamber of Secrets' and 'what came out of the Chamber of Secrets'."

Looking at the platinum aristocrat who was silent and stared at him with a surprised expression - this expression rarely appeared on Draco's body - but at this moment Scorpius was not in the mood to appreciate this at all, he just had a full face Continuing vigilantly with a worried tone: "Even if you have a way to figure out what's in the secret room and even get rid of him, it's not something that a second-year student like you can accomplish."

Draco: "Oh—"

"Don't be sloppy." Scorpius frowned, "Mrs. Malfoy won't blame me for beating you up and sending you back to Malfoy Manor."

"Oh come on," as if thinking of the ferocity of Scorpius punching Weasley on the nose just now, the platinum noble frowned and showed an unnatural expression, "You can't do that to me, then How rude."

Scorpius snorted and said, "Why didn't you say that when I beat Weasley just now?"

"That's because the person you beat up was Weasley." Prince Slytherin raised his eyebrows, very confidently.

Scorpius didn't immediately catch up with his words. Instead, the black-haired Slytherin fell silent and stared at Draco for a while—until the platinum noble, who was not far away, stiffened his hands and feet, and scrambled a handful of evening primroses. Stuffed it into a small wooden box with a label of "hollyhock", Scorpius sighed: "You have a handful of evening primroses in your hand, Draco, where do you put them - nonsense So much, and in the end you still didn’t tell me what you were going to do.”

Draco froze for a moment, looked down at the plant in his hand, and after realizing that he had indeed made a mistake, the platinum noble cursed in a low voice, and rudely moved the little one with "evening primrose" on it. Pulling out the drawer and stuffing the herbs in, he said, "...it has nothing to do with the secret room, don't act like I'm lying to you, what I promised you will naturally be done."

"Doubtful."

"Hey!"

"Okay," Scorpius asked, scratching his head, scratching his head, "what's the matter?"

"I just think there's something wrong there recently," Draco frowned, "You can also see that I was a little... um, too aggressive in dealing with Potter just now?"

"Look around and you'll stop using your tentative tone—surprised you've realized that yourself," Scorpius said. "It looks like it's just been invaded by a troll."

"I guess it's the reason why black magic was used in the last magic duel, and about growth and development, oh no, it's something else, some... er... foreign factors." Draco paused here , he turned his face away, a trace of suspicious pink was faintly visible on that pale and bloodless face, "I guess it's because of the remnants of black magic."

After Draco finished speaking, he turned his face away.

"I told you not to use those spells," Scorpius said reproachfully.

"Oh, yes, my dad said the same thing, without saying a word, thank you for letting me reread it." Draco showed a mocking expression, "Then he minds if I do a magic ritual of purification, It's very simple, even a second-year Slytherin like me can operate it." After speaking, Draco emphasized the word "second-year Slytherin".

"You don't need to be so fussy, you are in the second grade, why are you unconvinced?" Scorpius wrinkled his nose.

"So I think Durmstrang is really a good choice. As long as you have enough ability, you can go to the corresponding grade—rather than here, year after year of suffering, final exams—and the so-called numbness." Miss Gua fights for the first grade in the final exam and fights for the head—"

"You still had a lot of fun grabbing, didn't you?"

"Shut up, Gretel."

"...go ahead and do your cleansing ritual, Draco," Scorpius said earnestly, "and hopefully after that, you'll be milder—or at least less prone to irritability."