[HP] Noble

Scorpius and Draco spent the rest of the breakfast wrangling over the topic of "should we continue staring at Potter so disgustingly (hungry)?" Draco looked very much looking forward to taking the diary What could happen to Potter - and Scorpius thought he was unreasonable, until towards the end of breakfast, His Royal Highness Prince Slater's wish came true.

When Scorpius and Draco were almost walking out of the Great Hall door, they suddenly heard Hermione Granger's dissatisfied growl from the Gryffindor table. In a very forceful tone, Porter was asked to take the "stupid and dirty notebook off the table", which was obviously not followed by the latter-

In fact, when Scorpius and the others turned their heads, they saw that Potter was placing the notebook heavily on the table with unnecessary force—not only that, but he also placed the notebook on purpose as if on purpose. The notebook stood upright, right on the pumpkin juice jug under Hermione Granger's nose that was wiped crystal clear by the elves. After finishing this series of actions, he twisted his head hard On Miss Lanffindor's side, a pair of emerald green pupils shone... probably called "resolute" or "provocative" light.

The Gryffindor girl was so angry that she gasped—her nostrils fluttered slightly, and her dark brown pupils flashed with iron-like tough eyes. At this moment, Scorpius suddenly remembered who she was before. Having said that - Hermione looked a bit like Professor McGonagall when she was angry, although that person probably said it in a joking tone at the time, but now it seems... probably that is the case.

"You're unreasonable, Harry!" the Gryffindor girl shrieked in her characteristic, almost harsh voice, "ever since you got this notebook out of nowhere this morning, you've been As if fascinated or insane, you can't take your eyes off it! You just spread mustard on your bread like butter and ate it in one bite! It's a pity that it is obvious-even if it is tears Even your full face didn't stop you from staring at this notebook!"

"I didn't 'stare at this notebook non-stop'! Hermione!" Harry frowned, his face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot (probably because of the mustard), and now the savior of Gryffindor Clearly trying to look justified, "I put mustard on bread just because I wanted to try something new!"

Hermione stared at Harry for a moment and waited - then she jerked her head away and stared with the same ferocity at the red-haired Gryffindor who was a little stunned at the sight of his friends arguing - At the first moment when Hermione's eyes caught him, Scorpius wasn't sure if he saw Ron Weasley flicking the ball very dramatically, anyway, he felt as if he saw this Gryffin The moment that much ass leaves the surface of the chair!

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, turned his head and exchanged a look with Draco - it was obvious that Potter's unusual irascibility at this moment was exactly what His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin wanted to see, and he hooked Draco with great satisfaction. Puckering the corners of his lips, he showed an expression of watching the show, leaning against the door with folded arms and watching the excitement unscrupulously.

"Ron! You're being fair!" Hermione yelled angrily.

"Oh, I... oh, Harry - oh, Hermione..." Ron stuttered through this and that, and found that his good buddy was also staring at him angrily, as if he really hoped When he said some ridiculous "fair words", the red-haired Gryffindor showed a desperate expression——

"Well, Hermione, I don't think there's anything to be annoyed about Harry looking at a notebook—" And before Hermione could get mad, he turned his body toward Harry almost seamlessly. The link went on, "But Harry, Hermione is right, this diary looks old and dirty and it really doesn't fit on the dining table, and I'm sure you don't like mustard—come on, that's not the point, Let me tell you, this diary is a little weird, there is nothing in it except a few words that none of us can understand-my dad said that there is a kind of book that can make you fascinated at the first glance No, I can’t move my eyes anymore; there is another kind of book that can blind your eyes the first second you want to read it; oh yes, there are books that will be read before you Time to jump up and bite your nose off while you're fascinated! Before something goes wrong, they look like normal notebooks from the outside—”

"But, I'm looking at you, Ron." The Gryffindor savior lifted his chin and said in a sarcasm that sounded irritatingly mean, "I'm not blind, and my eyes are not glued to this diary. I can't put it down, and my nose is well on my face."

When Harry Potter finished his sentence unhurriedly and Ron Weasley closed his mouth, Scorpius thought he was probably as angry as Hermione—at least from his point of view Judging by the color of his cheeks, which was flushed the same color as his hair.

Looking at him, Scorpius was stunned. He always felt that this expression...as if besides anger, he could also vaguely see a little fear?

"Draco?" Scorpius tugged at the platinum noble behind him.

"What?" came the haughty, cheerful drawl.

"You see Weasley?"

"What? Like an angry red mole," Draco said meanly. "Not cute, of course."

"..."

Scorpius scratched his head: Is it my illusion?

Just as the senior Slytherin was confused, at this time, he probably finally sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere of the scene. After a sudden pause, the Savior of Gryffindor suddenly showed a guilty expression—this made him look like a Just finished going crazy and recovering from the intermittent neurosis of normal people, he opened his mouth weakly, looked at the angry Hermione, then at his good buddy who stared at him speechlessly, finally, he frowned angrily. He raised his eyebrows and let out a regretful sigh——

"Damn it, what's wrong with me?"

"..."

At this time, Scorpius felt that someone grabbed his wrist from behind him and dragged him out of the door-there is only one person in Hogwarts who can make this action, and this person , who was striding ahead to lead the way at this moment, humming a song with a strange tune, Scorpius thought about it carefully, and then determined that the tune hummed from Draco's mouth was probably created by Peeves himself Part of that goofy "Potter's a silly baby" song by . . .

"You seem to be in a good mood." Scorpius asked knowingly.

"Of course, look at Potter's silly hat," Draco said with a sneer, "but it's what he deserves - who told him to pick things up."

"It's as if the diary didn't get into his hand after I took it from you and threw it away."

"That's different," Draco turned around, looked at Scorpius and said seriously, "I didn't act like a fool, I just occasionally flipped through and collected the material Riddle mentioned out of curiosity- oh Oh, speaking of it this way, the name Riddle suddenly sounds familiar, have I seen this name before?"

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin stopped abruptly, showing a puzzled expression.

"...the trophy room probably has trophies for the best golfers of all time or something—oh come on Draco, don't argue with me that you weren't sent to clean the trophy room, you know neither of us I'll believe it." Scorpius waved his hand weakly, "What I care about now is that, unlike us, Potter seems to be influenced quickly, and I don't know why—"

Draco raised his eyebrows: "Obviously because he's stupid, or weak-willed."

"I mean, isn't the power of the diary increasing gradually?" Scorpius rolled his eyes, feeling very helpless at Draco's unreasonable character, "Hagrid's chicken has only recently started Something went wrong, and the attacks didn’t happen at the beginning of school, but recently these things have become more frequent..."

Draco shrugged: "Maybe no one picked him up at all in the first place."

"If the diary had been in the library or somewhere in Hogwarts, something would have happened all these years ago, and there is no need to wait until now..." Scorpius waved his hand and said inexplicably, "I am almost certain that the first owner of the diary brought it in from outside the school."

Scorpius regretted not being able to go back some time over Christmas break to ask Dumbledore what happened when Potter was in their second year - at least he'd know who brought the diary into school.

Draco stared at the senior Slytherin who seemed to him to be overly worried, and said in an indifferent tone: "If it wasn't that he couldn't act at the beginning, then he was observing the situation, you know, Riddle Definitely a Slytherin - no Gryffindor would be interested in flaming undead, Hufflepuff skipped, and Ravenclaw wouldn't be smart enough to know that making his diary 20 years later could still be like To the point of having a conversation with the person who holds the diary as if he has the ability to think - plus the diary obviously has a certain impact on the spiritual will of the holder, probably negatively - the diary must be mixed with black magic."

"Oh, Draco, I don't think it's Riddle looking at something, he's a pretty talkative guy, but he can't hide his quick temper... I didn't even say a word to him last night to make me To kill Hagrid's rooster, similarly, for the first owner of the diary, he will not have the patience to wait."

"...If you have so many questions, why throw him away? Just bring him back and let him show you." When the random guesses were refuted one by one, Draco suddenly shut his mouth, Then suddenly such a sentence came out.

What he didn't expect was that when he finished speaking, the senior Slytherin, who had lowered his head in deep thought just a second ago, suddenly raised his head, and stared at him with slightly wide eyes—as if he had read to him just now. It was as if he cast a death curse—that expression even shocked Draco, he couldn't help but took a small step back, and he frowned: "What?"

"Show me?" Scorpius thought he had caught the point.

"That's right, oh, didn't he have time to invite you?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "That diary claims to be able to bring you into his memory—that's how he invited me back then, let me I'm going to see the Chamber of Secrets or something... I'm honestly very excited for a second or two, if it wasn't for my sanity telling me not to dive headlong into any memory-peeking tool other than the Pensieve."

"No." Scorpius said angrily, "Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"You didn't ask again!" Draco sneered.

Just as they were arguing about this, suddenly, they heard a rush of footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, and they all looked up at the same time—then saw a mass of red blood running from a distance. They froze for a moment, and then realized that the clump was Ginny Weasley in Gryffindor scarlet robes and fiery red hair.

She probably ran all the way here, and now she was out of breath, and the cloak rolled behind her into a beautiful wave shape.

At the same time, behind Scorpius and the others, the Gryffindor golden trio pushed open the door and came out. Harry Potter was still humbly apologizing to Hermione Granger, although his hand He was clutching the diary tightly, and Ron walked in front and caught sight of his little sister.

"Ginny, I thought you'd stay at home for two more days before coming back." Ron said in a low voice.

Hearing Ron's voice, Harry and Hermione also stopped talking. They looked up and looked at Ginny-however, the first time they saw Harry and them, Ginny let out an inappropriate scream.

That doesn't sound like happy or anything.

In fact, her complexion was pale, as if she had been greatly frightened...

Scorpius turned his head to look at Ron Weasley subconsciously - and then, unsurprisingly, he saw the same expression on his face as his little sister.

panic.

disturbed.

escape.