[HP] Noble

His hand hung in the air and scratched in vain on the diary, and then fell powerlessly to his sides.

At this moment, the black-haired Slytherin sitting on the cold and hard stairs found himself in a state of complete powerlessness for the sudden situation in despair - he didn't know what to do, if he didn't know what to do in history If it was Potter and the others who solved the Horcrux, he could stand up and walk out of the gate without saying a word, and then threw the time bomb on his knee, which was comparable to nuclear weapons in his opinion, directly to Dumbledore. desk, then turned around and quickly evacuated from the dangerous battlefield.

But now he can't do that.

If Potter and the others were not allowed to discover the diary, then the chamber of secrets and finally the basilisk, then a few years later, a genuine version of him would have to face three Gryffindor gold trio who knew nothing about the chamber of secrets group - no one will ask them to go back to the secret room to get the fangs of the poisonous snake, and they will never be able to create a potion that will wake the Longbottoms up - and this is probably just the beginning, and everything that will follow Because this small detail problem extends to infinite unknown troubles.

After struggling for a while, Scorpius finally opened the diary with some struggle——

He easily turned to the page where the word "Fire Spirit King" was recorded. When he squinted his eyes with a slight mood and began to study those words that he didn't pay much attention to before, he was not surprised to see a A group of Arabic numerals, "6.5~10" written on the yellowed paper with dark green ink in a vigorous and powerful way. This group of numbers seems a bit inexplicable and does not even have a unit of measurement, but Scorpius is almost very I quickly figured out that this was probably when Riddle was recording the height of the Fire King, and the unit of this set of numbers should be "feet" if correct.

Looking around, he found a simple word "red" - this probably refers to the eye color of a creature like the Fire Spirit King.

These external description words that fully fit this evil creature surround the word "Flammainmortui (Fire Spirit King)" in an extremely obscure way. It seems that Riddle was very careful back then. Such a record, even if it was unintentional The person who picked up this diary would not connect them with each other-there were not many people who could speak Latin, but it turned out that even people like Draco who could use Latin did not know how to use Latin. What does the creature that literally translates as "flame undead" represent? They will think that this is just a boring record of a legendary creature by a boring person for a while.

This diary is not only a Horcrux, it seems that it can be regarded as the beginning of all conspiracies?

Is this a side egg after the final battle?

...Tell people the story of the dark lord's past or something—on: How a Dark Lord was raised.

Thinking of this, Scorpius felt extremely painful.

Through this diary, he now fully understands how the Dark Lord managed to win over his creepy troops back then in what seemed to be "just a few years"—the titan giants, the people with the halazi... The werewolf army, the fire spirit king who seemed to live in the legend before, and the bloody undead under the icy abyss of the Eri Valley that people didn't even dare to think about before they appeared.

Dumbledore also once felt that Riddle, who can win over the most evil existences in the world in a short period of time, is indeed good at winning people's hearts—but obviously, at the moment, Scorpius is holding him This diary is a good proof that, in fact, all of them guessed wrong. The Dark Lord did not complete these "great feats of winning people's hearts" in a short period of time. In fact, he just started planning these things a long time ago ——

As early as he was in school, it is very likely that there have been signs of this.

And if this conjecture is correct, then it is not difficult to guess that it is probably the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts that provided the first-hand information for this descendant of Slytherin from the Muggle world, letting him know that there are still such things in the world. The existence of some dark creatures living on the dark side.

"..."

Scorpius couldn't help shivering a little, and suddenly felt chills all over his body - he suddenly discovered that the school rules handed down from Hogwarts for hundreds of years are not necessarily correct, no matter what level of students they are in. Words—whether it is a male or female student council president, a prefect, or a more outstanding student, the restricted area should be permanently closed.

The most important part of Riddle's entire life was spent at Hogwarts, so at this important stage, the dark thoughts in this once excellent student's mind were amplified infinitely and eventually led to an unstoppable tragedy. Instead, the culprit was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which maintained a stable order right under Dumbledore's nose.

A few years later, the outstanding graduate became the Dark Lord, led his army, and fought back to Hogwarts, where he was raised to let him understand the wizarding world—and Hogwarts was so messed up that his blood flowed Chenghe, how many people lost their lives directly in that battle...

But now, Scorpius found that once he pulled himself out of the entire timeline and commented on these things from a third-party perspective, the bloody storm in the magic world over the years suddenly became a purely pants-off and fart joke.

And no one can guarantee that such a joke will suddenly be dragged out one day to make history repeat itself.

The human heart is something that can never be completely controlled.

After the first dark lord was defeated, no one can say whether there will be a second dark lord in the endless years to come—maybe ten years, maybe 20 years, or maybe a hundred years later, The people who participated in this battle were old and dead...

"...Hogwarts may start to consider adding an ideological and moral class." Scorpius suddenly said in a calm tone, "Compared to teaching students how to wave their wands to resist the enemy or You'd be better off hurting your own than teaching them why they waved their wands at all."

Draco turned his head and looked at the serious black-haired Slytherin beside him with a crazy expression, as if for a second he began to suspect that there was a problem with his hearing: "What?"

Scorpius lowered his head, thought for a while and said, "Draco, do you want to hear my suggestion?"

"Do not want to."

"I haven't said yet."

"Yes, but it's a pity I already guessed from your expression what you were thinking of saying-throw this diary back where it came from-don't you?"

Scorpius stared blankly at the angry platinum nobleman beside him, trying to make himself look a little less guilty—he took a deep breath to suppress the overwhelming irritability in his heart, and pulled out a A smile uglier than crying: "No, I just want to suggest that before we figure out how to deal with this extremely uncomfortable thing of unknown origin, do you want to come to sleep in my bedroom tonight?"

After Scorpius finished speaking, he was not surprised to see the anger on the face of His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin who was squeezed shoulder to shoulder with him on a step.

……now it's right.

Scorpius thought with mixed feelings——

Whether it was before or in the future, when Master Malfoy was angry, there was no need for a cold war to calm each other down, and there was no need to try hard to persuade each other, just propose "sleeping together", this is the solution that will never change for thousands of years.

Scorpius stood up, and when he stretched out his hand to lift Draco up from the stairs, he heard the latter mumble in a very vague voice: "But you still have to return the diary to me tomorrow."

Scorpius: "..."

Still thinking about it.

——So in a way, Draco when he was a child was actually a little smarter than Draco who knew "try to use his lower body to think about problems" when he grew up.

That night, Scorpius played the part of the house-elf on the night just before Christmas and the new year.

He was in charge of guarding the door and handing Draco bath towels and clean pajamas in the bathroom. He thoughtfully served him a cup of hot chocolate after taking a bath, and then followed him to the bathroom to brush his teeth—until he went to bed. Copi didn't let Draco out of his sight even for an instant.

Until he lifted the covers and lay down on the soft bed with Prince Slytherin, and then he quietly closed his eyes, waiting to sleep next to him - obviously very tired after a night of tossing His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin closed his noble eyelids, and finally breathed out slowly.

The senior Slytherin lying on the other side of the bed opened his eyes like a thief.

He moved furtively and paused, and slowly touched his wand from the head of the bed.

Then he pointed the tip of his wand at the sleeping Prince Slytherin.

"—Merlin's socks, now I guess I probably have a New Year's resolution," Scorpius muttered in the dark, looking at the quiet and exquisite sleepy eyes of the second-year Slytherin beside him, "that's after I finished everything and left , His Majesty, the sick cat lying at home, should never remember what happened when he was a child—at least don’t know that there was a night when I pointed my wand at him and cast a spell on him while he was asleep."

After Scorpius finished speaking, he muttered a somewhat long and complicated spell in a low voice, a gentle pink light lit up from the tip of his wand, and they seemed to be scattered like countless little elves waving their wings Opened, the pink light gradually blurred, and finally enveloped Draco who was in a deep sleep.

Scorpius watched the former's long, thick, light-colored eyelashes flutter slightly. In the darkness, he couldn't help making a face, threw his wand to the bedside, and crept out of bed.

He came to his desk, lit the kerosene lamp but sat there in a daze - in front of him was the book Nuclear Weapons in the Magic World.

There are not many things in the world that can destroy the Horcrux of the Dark Lord, the fangs of the Basilisk, the sword of Gryffindor or the extremely evil incineration spell "Devil Flame", but for Scorpius at this moment, the snake The monster is still alive, and he can't hope that he can find the second basilisk's fang in any material store in Diagon Alley-let alone Diagon Alley, even if he bravely found it in Knockturn Alley. There is not much hope for the authenticity of the thing.

And Gryffindor's sword—since there is an attributive "Gryffindor's" in front of the word "sword", it obviously means that it can never be used by a Slytherin from that rag out of the Sorting Hat.

As for the Devil's Flame - thanks to the knowledgeable Merlin, he won't.

"..."

good.

There was nothing to worry about now—even if he wanted to intervene in this matter now, he was completely helpless.

While stroking the silver snake ring turned from a time-turner on his middle finger, Scorpius stared fiercely at the Horcrux, which was still intact at this time, in a daze—as if he could bring this thing to life by looking at it this way. It looked as if it disappeared out of thin air or was transferred directly into the Gryffindor tower and smashed into Potter's face.

After a long time, the black-haired Slytherin who was almost like a statue sitting on the chair suddenly made an astonishing movement!

He grabbed the quill on the table, flipped open the diary, randomly found a blank page, and scribbled a line of words on it in a bad mood——

【Mr. R, why are you so annoying, can you live a good life and stop being poor? ] After writing this line, the quill was thrown away, and the person at the table let out a long breath of anger, feeling relieved—he didn’t know what kind of behavior it was to scribble on someone’s “soul”, he just Knowing that he can't do anything to this diary at all, and correspondingly, it seems that this diary can't do anything to him at present.

"..."

After thinking about it, Scorpius suddenly felt that he was so boring to compete with a Horcrux here in the middle of the night. He sighed and stood up from the table, and was about to close the diary and go to sleep. At this moment, But he suddenly saw the line he wrote on the yellowed paper of the diary flashing suddenly!

The black-haired Slytherin standing by the table was taken aback for a moment, as if someone had cast a holding spell, and he stood stiffly by the table in a posture ready to withdraw, with a pair of black pupils dead. He stared at the diary.

what happened?

He blinked.

Staring at the diary, he found that the phenomenon he saw just now never appeared again, as if everything was his hallucination.

Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief.

"I must have had too much to drink tonight, and then I was too sleepy."

While talking to himself, the black-haired Slytherin stretched out his hand to grab the diary, trying to close it and stuff it in a place where Draco couldn't find it, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that he The lines of writing disappeared—or rather, as if something had absorbed the ink of his writing, leaving nothing behind.

After a few seconds.

A new line of words appeared on the yellowed blank paper of the diary.

【What did you say? 】

Scorpius: "..."

Fuck, can the diary automatically play movable type printing?

Live to hell!