[HP] Noble

The witch's ceremony has always been a private and rigorous process-in the oldest saying, it is a process in which "human beings send their souls to heaven to talk to the Most High".

Therefore, before starting the ceremony, the person performing the ceremony must take a bath, and burn a specific type of incense according to the type of ceremony to be performed. When you are sure that your heart is quiet, the ceremony will really start.

Under normal circumstances, a second unrelated person is not allowed to observe during the ceremony, nor is it allowed to be interrupted in the middle-no matter whether the existence of that person will affect your mind or not, even if it is the closest soul mate, it is not allowed to be interrupted in the middle. Onlookers or caretakers are not allowed. Absolute tranquility and concentration are required during the entire ceremony. If someone forcefully asks to stay at the scene, it is likely to be regarded as "rude" or "unreasonable", even if his original intention is only to perform the ceremony. That person is good.

Scorpius doesn't insist on much in this regard - he respects some cultures even though he may not approve of them.

During the process of Draco borrowing the prefect's dormitory for the purification ceremony, Scorpius sat on the stairs leading to the prefect's dormitory in a daze, so during the long waiting process of three hours, the Slytherin class The only interest of grown-ups is to sniff the fragrant breath from their own room through the crack of the door and guess which step the purification ceremony has reached at this moment—for example, when the light eyebright wafted from the room to burn When the breath is breathed, it probably symbolizes the beginning of the ceremony. Eyebright has the function of "enhancing spiritual power", so it has become one of the incense materials that must be burned before most ceremonies begin.

Then there is walnut, which brings the impoverished psychic power to improve.

As time passed by, the black-haired Slytherin sitting on the stairs almost became drowsy under the influence of different aromas under his nose, and the door of the Slytherin common room was pushed open— —Goyle and Crabbe came back holding a huge chocolate cake, chatting and laughing, the loud chatter and laughter were not at all controlled, and the person sitting on the steps suddenly sat up straight, and then He grimaced at them and asked them to keep quiet—under the dazed gazes of the two fat boys, Scorpius suddenly realized that he looked like a fool like a door god...

And at least until today, that was Goyle and Crabbe's job.

"Oh, sorry for scaring you?" Scorpius yawned, looked at the two boys who were holding the chocolate cake and stared at him blankly and fearfully with apologetic eyes, and said, "Come on Draco is performing a cleansing ritual for the blessing of that life spell beyond all of our 'anticipation'—"

With that said, Scorpius pointed behind himself with his thumb: "This is really a lesson, you are still young, and even a little bit of black magic remnant before your mind is mature will have a bad influence on you."

Crabbe blinked--in the goofy way that belongs to the real Crabbe--he looked away from Scorpius' face, and looked around when he saw the turned four When he saw the upturned sofa, the scattered fruits, and the decorations hanging crookedly on the wall, he turned his head and looked at Gore with slightly bewildered eyes.

Goyle apparently didn't notice the chaos of the common room until now.

He opened his mouth to express his shock with an innocent and helpless expression. After a long while, he said, as if in disbelief, "...the ceremony? You mean, the kind of priestess' ceremony?"

"...It seems that there is nothing surprising about the great secret of the wizarding world being written by Filch as a daily announcement on the clipboard next to his bed." Scorpius said dryly.

"No, I just heard that, you know our family doesn't have such a long history to touch those... those things." Gore closed his mouth and said foolishly, "My father once mentioned something at the dinner table. Been to these - heard they're difficult and complicated and dangerous, why would Draco-"

Scorpius thought for a while and said, "Probably because you just poured pumpkin juice into his glass yesterday morning and he complained to you all morning?"

Goyle was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of enlightenment, followed by an expression of admiration, which was obviously dedicated to Draco, similar to - a Slytherin in the second year can perform ancient magic rituals, see Our Year Leaders, how amazing!

"..."

Looking at Goyle's expression, Scorpius was a little proud and a little bit pained.

Now he feels that Wanqun seems to have mastered the way of speaking to some people with low IQ. As a prefect who needs to take care of the whole Slytherin, this seems to be a blessing—but at the same time, he has to Don't start to worry that the reason why he suddenly opened up this talent is that his own IQ is also approaching this crowd... Oh well, Scorpius rolled his eyes and thought, this is of course just a casual self-mockery, more What's more, if the hated Prince Slytherin knows his guess, His Royal Highness will definitely take this as a joke and take the trouble to say it until next Christmas.

For the rest of the time, Scorpius, Goyle, and Crabbe—the only three other than Draco remaining in Slytherin this Christmas—took some time to get together before the dinner party started. Tidied up the Slytherin common room a little earlier.

Don't look at Crabbe's clumsiness in Potions class, when he casts family routine spells with a skill a hundred times stronger than Draco's, and cleans up those potions scattered all over the ground in ten seconds At that time, Scorpius was almost dumbfounded by the sharp energy.

And then there was something even more astonishing.

After cleaning up the remaining potion ingredients and debris on the carpet in an instant, Goyle picked up an apple from the ground and handed it to Crabbe—they have always selectively forgotten the spelling of the word "refused" when it comes to food— —so Crabbe took the apple, glanced at it and muttered “dirty,” and waved his wand—the thin, almost transparent skin of the apple fell in circles along the whirling fruit, from head to tail It didn't break until a smooth, peeled apple fell into his hand. He happily took a bite of the apple with a "click", waved his wand and muttered a spell indistinctly, and then Scorpius was shocked. In the eyes, five or six cushions stained by Potter's ink bottle were so cheerfully lined up and jumped to the sink in the corner to wash themselves.

About two hours before the dinner began, a tired Draco opened the door of the prefect's dormitory and appeared in the shadow cast by the door—at this time, Scorpius was sitting On the clean and tidy sofa, drinking hot black tea while sharing the huge chocolate cake with Goyle and Crabbe.

Draco's hair was dripping wet when he came down the stairs with his hands empty in his pockets and a black notebook under his arm, presumably he had taken another shower after the ceremony Something - at least when he sat down next to Scorpius, the brunette Slytherin who was stuffing fresh cherries on top of the cake could easily smell the bath cream on him - it was him The scent of dragonfly in the body wash that is often used in the bathroom is not exactly the same as the scent of spearmint that Draco is used to, but it is also a limited edition of Mrs. Malfoy.

"Did the ceremony go well?"

"It's not bad, at least I don't want to get angry so much now even though I'm hungry." Draco said in a low voice, his voice was a little hoarse.

"That doesn't have much to do with purification," Scorpius laughed. "Is it because you're too hungry to lose your temper?—Did you encounter any trouble during the ceremony?"

"A little problem." Draco said, and put the notebook in his hand on the armrest of the sofa, "But because I got some help, it was solved quickly."

Scorpius didn't take Draco's words to heart - he just guessed in a natural way that Mr. Malfoy had included many solutions to emergencies in the letter when he suggested that Draco use this ritual ——According to common sense, being infallible should indeed be the behavior pattern of the Malfoy family.

So he nodded, and casually warned, "Don't be willful in the future" or something like that, and he didn't plan to continue entangled in this topic.

But at this time, Draco who was sitting next to him suddenly said without thinking: "The body wash is good."

Scorpius was taken aback: "Huh?"

Draco blinked, prolonging his tone, and said slowly in a critical tone: "The right viscosity and rich foam volume, as well as the cleaning ability so strong that it is almost doubtful whether the maker has a cleansing problem I had the illusion that it was the kind of bath product my mother made with her own hands."

"Oh, yes?" Scorpius blinked, and calmly handed a piece of chocolate cake that had been cut and placed on a plate to the platinum noble next to him, "Mrs. Malfoy still made this herself?"

"Woman." After muttering such a word vaguely, Draco seemed to be eager to stuff a little bit into his mouth after taking the cake-it seemed that the high concentration and concentration of the magic ritual made him exhausted and Quickly consuming the food for breakfast, "I'm hungry," he said earnestly after swallowing a bite of cake, "so hungry I could swallow a mammoth."

"Only cakes, house-elves can't give you ancient animals that have been extinct for a long time-and don't ask them for that," Scorpius said in a warning tone, seeing the interested look on Draco's face , "Although they know that you are making unreasonable demands, they will still bang their heads against the wall because they can't do it."

"I have nothing against the house-elves," Draco said in a deadpan, pointed tone.

"Personal grievances should not involve other innocent people." Scorpius immediately connected.

"Oh, who cares about that." His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin showed an impatient expression, he looked around, then turned his head to Crabbe under Scorpius' surprised eyes, lazily Smiled at the fat boy who wolfed down his mouth full of chocolate sauce, "I knew you could do a good job of tidying up."

"You already knew that Crabbe was good at this!" Scorpius said in the tone of discovering the New World, "I was surprised for a long time!"

"Of course," Draco glanced at him, "the people around me should always have some specialties instead of useless trash."

Scorpius looked at Goyle with eyes full of expectation.

Gore was so nervous that he stuffed the fork with the cake into his nostril.

"He has yet to be found," Draco said dryly from beside the brunette Slytherin, "but I will find it."

Scorpius retracted his gaze with some embarrassment, and he looked at Draco - at this moment, there were too conspicuous dark circles on that pale, bloodless delicate face, it seemed that he seemed Insufficient sleep for several consecutive days... At this time, the collar of his shirt was casually open, and with his breathing, the collar trembled slightly.

Before Scorpius realized what he had done, he had already leaned forward, and like a dog, he stuck the tip of his nose to the opponent's slender neck that seemed a little cold at this time because of the steam that hadn't been wiped off—this The action startled Draco. When he instinctively tried to jump away from the black-haired Slytherin, who was beyond the safe distance, he was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed back to the chair——

At this moment, Draco only felt that the skin touched by the tip of the other's nose attached to the aorta of his neck was hot.

The heat almost paralyzed his drowsy brain from fatigue and hunger into a mess.

[Seriously lost vigilance: If a werewolf was sticking to me now, I would be dead. 】Draco thought in a daze, and then probably the idea of ​​"death" made him recover a little bit of thinking ability——

"doing what?"

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin twisted his neck stiffly, sounding unusually tense.

"The smell of the holy thistle." Scorpius took the tip of his nose away and said calmly, "I just want to make sure that it really penetrated into your body and played a role."

"Smell it?" Draco showed a shocked expression of "you can't understand it".

"The sensitivity of human organs is usually more honest than all experimental methods." Scorpius sat back in his seat, "Don't make a fuss."

"I'm making a fuss?" There was a momentary pause on Draco's face, and then, he fell back into the corner of the sofa like a balloon that had been punctured, and raised his hand to wipe his still wet Platinum hair messed up a bit. "My God, now I feel that urge to get mad at someone is back."

"That's only related to your own temper." Scorpius said proudly, "The holy thistle has already worked, so don't try to shirk this responsibility."

Amidst Draco's complaints, Goyle and Crabbe stared at the chocolate cake in front of them and laughed, and at this moment, Scorpius was almost immersed in the relaxed atmosphere before the Christmas dinner. Among them, he ignored another key issue: what Draco stuffed into his pocket back then were two kinds of potions, Holy Thistle and Snake Thistle, both of which had different uses and very different smells.

And just now, he only smelled the holy thistle on Draco's body.