[HP] Noble

It took Scorpius three seconds to figure out what Draco meant, and in the fourth second, he turned his head and gave him a ridiculous look, and then said firmly, "No, Draco, she She must not be dating someone, let alone she is only in the first grade."

"I know you want to start the story about the mole-mole and the diary again," Draco said with a smug smile on his lips, "but we don't care about that—whatever What are you going to do, I'm dying of cold, I just hope that I can apparate to my bed in the dormitory right now and have a good sleep."

When the Slytherins were talking, Ginny happened to pass by them-and she obviously didn't need Scorpius's keen senses, so she hardly showed a moment's hesitation, and her attention was full. It was placed in the dark corridor in front of the men's dormitory door on the second floor. She moved lightly, just when Scorpius thought she would really go to Potter's dormitory to get the diary——suddenly, a whole body The black cat appeared on the railing of the corridor, squatting there, staring at the Gryffindor girl who was about to break into the boys' dormitory with a pair of green eyes, and let out a low voice from its throat. Strange-pitched "meow" sound.

The cat made Ginny tremble even more.

Scorpius conjectured that it was probably this cat raised by an unknown student that reminded Ginny Weasley of their stern dean, Professor McGonagall—Professor McGonagall’s Animagus form was a cat That was a well-known fact; besides, the cat's eyes were green, exactly like Potter's.

After the cat barked at Ginny twice, its green eyes swept around Scorpius and Draco behind her, then it raised its paw and licked it with its pink tongue, squinting Turning around behind his eyes, he landed lightly. The sleek black fur easily blended into the night, and the black cat quickly disappeared at the end of the dark corridor.

After the cat left, Ginny didn't move on.

Although at this moment the back of her hand on the banister of the stairs was slightly bulged due to too much force, she raised her head, and the small figure stood in the direction of the boys' dormitory for a while, because her back was facing Scorpius. They, so he couldn't see at all what the expression on her face was at this moment... until Draco began to impatiently urge Scorpius for the third time to leave quickly if he had seen enough, Gran Miss Fendo finally swayed, made a short muffled sound that sounded like weeping, and then jumped down the stairs she had just walked halfway without looking back, and ran in the direction of the girls' dormitory in a stumble.

Through the moonlight, Scorpius saw that the long pajamas on her body looked very old, with exaggerated lace necklines and outdated plastic pearl inlays, and unnecessary lace lace on the cuffs, and the length was inappropriate. It hung like a gigantic sack over her tiny body—several times, Scorpius almost felt like she was going to trip over the hem of her own skirt.

But this time, Scorpius found that Draco slightly restrained his previous casual look, and stared thoughtfully at the back of the little red-haired Gryffindor girl until she hurried Disappeared at the end of the stairs leading to the female voice dormitory—what’s interesting is that when Draco set his eyes on the empty stairs, the stairs suddenly transformed rapidly as if realizing something, from A staircase has been transformed into a slide, and it is quite a challenge for the boys to climb up the slide with their bare hands.

"I guess her pajamas belonged to her mother," Scorpius said in a low voice as he stooped out of the Gryffindor common room one after the other.

Before Scorpius finished speaking, Draco kept staring at the slide, as if he was going to burn it with his own eyes—until he heard what the senior Slytherin said, and then turned to look at him in surprise , as if in his world view, there would never be such a thing as parents giving their children old pajamas that they couldn't fit in, and accidentally didn't laugh at how naive Gryffindor's slide was or how poor the Weasley family was, This time, he just let out a short, contemptuous snort.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"No, that might just explain more," Draco replied.

"Explain what? More what?"

"Like the effect of a not-so-responsible parent on a child - believe me, there have been quite a few magical families over the years - like Mr and Mrs Weasley, who firmly believe that all their children have The responsibility is to feed and drink enough for them to have a place to sleep and for them to read, so that they can become qualified parents."

"Well."

Is not it?

"But when they stuff their children in their old pajamas, they never think about whether their children will be ridiculed by their classmates, oh—now let's talk about a topic you like—you Guess this diary," Draco pointed to the black book in Scorpius' hands, "who did it find?"

"You, me, Potter, plus Ginny Weasley if you want to count - what's up?"

"It's nothing, it's just that it doesn't pick all the bright and upright people, right? Two Slytherins, one is the savior of Gryffindor who is suspected to be the heir of Slytherin, and the other has a timid character but is unwilling For a lonely little Gryffindor girl—for a moment, I suddenly felt that Gryffindor is not all what I imagined.” Draco said lazily as he walked towards the exit, “Although their Impulsivity and enthusiasm make them look like their brains have been stepped on by giants, but it has to be said that such a character is useful. Their lack of awareness of danger allows them to usually go forward in one thing and finally achieve amazing results .”

"...Draco, you're bragging about Gryffindor, aren't you—you're bragging about Gryffindor—you're not freezing, are you?"

"Say something stupid, I didn't, I haven't finished yet!" Prince Slytherin bent down, complaining that he made himself look a little embarrassed and climbed into the passage leading to the outside of the Gryffindor common room. His voice sounded a little irritable, "I just want to say that Ginny Weasley seems to be different from the ordinary Gryffindors. In front of some things, she has a vigilant nerve that belongs to Slytherin. .”

"And now you're praising Ginny Weasley again...well, you must be freezing."

"It's not a good thing, and it's not a compliment," Draco said. "She doesn't have the guts to go forward, and she doesn't have enough Slytherin resourcefulness, compared to her stupid brothers and sisters or housemates. It means that in the face of major events, she is likely to delay herself by wandering between the instinctive hesitation about the crisis and the apparently insufficient impulse in her mind."

"Too abstruse."

"This is the behavior of most ordinary people, Gretel." Draco said lightly, "So they can only be ordinary people for the rest of their lives-this is an interesting question worth thinking about. With the same education, Gryffindor can breed white wizards like Dumbledore who lead the wizarding world, and Slytherin has also become the cradle of dark monarchs."

"..."

"—that's what my dad said," Draco muttered, "I remember when I visited Hogwarts for the first time, when I was five years old, my dad explained to me the four The characteristic of the college - very objective explanation."

"incredible."

"That's just because he is very confident about my college affiliation." Draco raised the corners of his lips and showed a sinister smirk, "My mother said that I showed some jerk nature since I was a child, and I Smart enough, someone like me wouldn't be accepted by Gryffindor or Hufflepuff."

When Draco mentioned "someone like me", he sounded proud.

Although even he himself admits that he is a jerk-oh, maybe, he probably doesn't think it's a curse word-just like Slytherins never feel that "scheming" "cunning and treacherous" ’ is like a bad thing.

When they said these words, they had already come to the corridor outside the Gryffindor Tower under the grumbling of the fat woman, and Scorpius shivered from the cold wind, and he glanced at Draco, who seemed to be It was also terribly cold, a pair of bloodless lips were trembling desperately, and the tip of his nose was also red from the cold.

It made him look like a second-year kid all over again.

More so when he cocky orders Scorpius to throw him a warming spell.

This made Scorpius somewhat relieved.

On the way back to the Slytherin dungeon, his mind finally wandered from Draco to other places, and he absently flipped through the diary in his hand-but unfortunately, of course, he couldn't get out of the diary. Find any chat history between Potter and Riddle on any page.

After returning to the Slytherin common room, Scorpius promised Draco three times that he would not use the diary alone, and the latter returned to his dormitory step by step, until he heard a message from a dormitory at the end of the corridor. Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Scorpius paused for a moment, then let out a long breath, and suddenly realized that he was the only one left in the common room.

It's eerily quiet around—

Because of this silence, after a few seconds, he clearly heard a slight "pop" from the corner.

He was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked around tensely, until his gaze accidentally passed over the wall clock on the wall, looking at the hour hand at a [-]-degree angle to the minute hand, the black-haired Slytherin realized that it was early morning It's three o'clock—and this should be the time for the house-elves to come out to clean. Hogwarts house-elves hardly show up in the presence of students, so the noise just now must be the house-elves who came to clean up. The elf wanted to come to clean it, but found someone in the common room, so he hurried back.

Scratching his head, he muttered "sorry" in the direction where the sound was made just now, then squeezed the diary in his hand, and the Slytherin prefect hurriedly rushed towards his dormitory in three steps and two steps...

After arriving in the dormitory, the first thing Scorpius did was to grab the quill from the table-of course, the so-called "never act rashly alone" was left behind by him-like They were not Gryffindors, as Draco had said, which meant there was no game of keeping promises or reprimands between them.

In the absence of others, this time, Scorpius brazenly wrote a person's name in dark green ink on a blank page of the notebook: Tom Riddle.

The dark green ink faded away.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed that the black-haired Slytherin had cast some terrible summoning spell. Under his expectant eyes, ink of the same color gradually appeared under the line he wrote: [You know My name, you're not Harry Potter. 】

Are you looking forward to Potter?

Scorpius grinned while biting his quill, showing his white teeth.

"Yes," he said word for word as he wrote, "would you rather be with a Gryffindor than a Slytherin?"

When his large line of writing disappeared, after a while, there was an answer from the dark monarch of his youth in the diary—just as Scorpius expected, because of Riddle's character, he is almost in a cocoon now , it is impossible for him to really say how much he longs for the young savior, which means that the literal answer at this moment is: [You are right. 】

After thinking about the expression of the other party's gnashing of teeth, Scorpius was dizzy for a while, and then he used various means to sincerely express his apology for throwing the diary back into the toilet last time. Frightened and now he was somewhat irresistible to the temptation to get it back, and a few minutes later, he was delighted to see Mr. Riddle's magnanimous answer in the diary, and he didn't care about the fact that he threw him in the toilet matter.

Immediately, Scorpius proposed without hesitation that he wanted to know about the secret room back then.

Riddle also agreed to him without hesitation.

The next second the two hit it off, the pages of the diary suddenly started flipping by themselves—it had the effect of a magical movie. In the pages that were flipping quickly, the date that should be written on the corner of the page was constantly on the black-haired Slytherin's face. The eyes shifted until it stopped abruptly—on a certain day in December [-].

At the moment when the diary stopped flipping, Scorpius felt that his whole body was suddenly pulled out of the air - that feeling was very similar to when he used the time twister, he became light and without any sense of existence, His ass is off the couch, he's top-heavy and keeps leaning towards the open diary—

The pages of the diary kept enlarging in front of his eyes, and countless colorful windows appeared on the blank pages like a movie, and when the picture of the window became clearer and clearer, Scorpius found himself falling headlong He fell in—he spun, and fell into Riddle's diary amidst bizarre phenomena and messy characters scolding or whispering.

After spinning around for a while, his feet landed firmly on the ground.

At this time, the whispering conversations around him suddenly disappeared, but on the contrary, the blurry picture in front of him suddenly became clear. It looked completely different from what Scorpius remembered, but it took almost no effort for Scorpius to guess that he was standing in the headmaster's office at this moment, without the weird things that Dumbledore liked on the desktop. The decorations were replaced by letters and personal belongings scattered on a table, and a shriveled and thin old man sat behind the desk.

Since he was sitting there - Scorpius guessed, the old man must have been the headmaster of Hogwarts many years ago, when the Dark Lord was still a student.

And at this time, as if to prove his conjecture, the door of the principal's office was knocked from outside, and after the wizened old wizard said "Come in", the door of the principal's office was pushed open from the outside— —

A large number of people came in from the door.

When Scorpius saw their faces clearly, he almost uncontrollably grew his mouth like a fool——

The first person who stumbled from the door and was pushed and kicked in was a black-haired young man in a Gryffindor red school robe (it can be seen that the Hogwarts school uniform style has never changed)-his hair does not look Too neat, the corners of his lips were drawn into an unpleasant straight line due to impatience, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised into an unscrupulous angle, but it is undeniable that such a rascal-like temperament made this man look The very handsome young man added a touch of charm.

This very familiar face made Scorpius realize that he seemed to have come 24 years ago, and at this moment the school uniform was messed up and the tie was hanging crookedly. Standing in the principal's office, the black-haired Gryffindor was the young 30-year-old Sirius 1 Black.

After Sirius Black, some people entered the door one after another—the young version of Mrs. Malfoy. To be fair, even judging by the aesthetics of young people today, she was very beautiful when she was a student. Black hair like her brother, and those particular platinum strands that Scorpius remembered hadn't appeared in her hair - Scorpius thought for a moment, then remembered that Draco did mention, Those platinum blond locks on his mother's head came after he established a soulmate relationship with Mr. Malfoy.

Magic can always bring people a lot of surprises, isn't it?

At this time, the young Mrs. Malfoy was full of anger—a beauty is still a beauty even when she is angry, even if she is yelling at his brother with no elegance at this moment: "How dare you— I can't believe it - Sirius, look at you, you look like a mad dog!"

"Calm down, Sissy." Sirius Black raised his eyebrows, and looked back at his sister jokingly, as if he wasn't holding his tie at the moment, "I'm just James and the others. Boy, made a joke about the snot-nosed man."

And Narcissa Black, the pretty Slytherin girl, squinted her eyes and repeated, seemingly dangerously, "A joke?!"

"—I told you, there is no cure for him, Sissy, why don't you let him fend for himself."

A drawn-out voice came from the door.

Scorpius paused, looked over the shoulders of the two young men pushing and shoving in the center of the office, and then saw the tall Slytherin calmly walking into Dumbledore's office - he had a splendid head Platinum blonde hair, and a handsome face so unrecognizable from the adult Draco Malfoy that Scorpius would exclaim - the young Lucius Malfoy was also wearing a school uniform, and on his chest A shiny prefect badge was pinned to his front, his face was full of undisguised contempt and laziness, a pair of silver-gray eyes swept around the office indifferently, and finally stopped at the office On the old headmaster behind the desk, he paused, then smirked politely: "Good afternoon, Mr. Dippet."

The lazy tone of voice made it easy to let his guard down, but if you look carefully, you can find that the wand with the tip of the wand wrapped in precious metals and gemstones and cast into the image of a snake head is always held in his hand.

He stopped behind a furious Narcissa Black in a protective gesture.

"Trouble, gentlemen?"

Headmaster Dumbledore's former colleague——Headmaster Dippet sat up a little behind his desk—he seemed quite used to his noisy office—Scorpius suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard Deng Bullido said: I am very lucky that the most troublesome group of people has graduated from Hogwarts, and now only the Weasley twins are left to give me a headache.

Scorpius hardly doubted that "the people" were standing in front of him now.

In Sirius's hippie smile, Narcissa Black glared at him angrily, the strength in her hand seemed to almost tear his gold and red; the tie was ripped off, she cleared her throat and raised her chin slightly, at this time Scorpius saw another prefect badge on her body: "Yes, Mr. Headmaster - when Mr. Malfoy and I were on patrol, we found Mr. Black and his cronies -"

"Hey, Sissy, be careful with your words, James and the others are not friends." Mr. Sirius Black, who is very loyal to his buddies, yelled.

The black-haired Gryffindor's protest was in exchange for his sister squinting fiercely - this expression was quite vivid - at least in Scorpius' impression, Mrs. Malfoy has always been the epitome of "elegant" and "sophisticated", She took a deep breath, and then said in a slightly polite and indifferent voice: "I saw Mr. Black and his friends who didn't know how to describe them gathered under the tree in the courtyard. When I walked in, I realized that they took Snape Hanging upside down from a tree, with a whole host of Gryffindors laughing at him... what he's wearing!"

Sirius added: "It's his dirty underwear."

"Shut up, idiot! Severus is still lying in the hospital wing! You don't know how much damage you've done to him—"

Narcissa's voice raised another pitch, and Scorpius saw Lucius Malfoy behind her quietly shaking his eyebrows, and his face looked a little bit happy that the shrill voice was not directed at him schadenfreude.

Scorpius shook his head speechlessly, guessing that even the principal's office where Draco and Potter gathered together would be far behind the current chaos...

And this chaotic scene was quickly brought under control.

Because at this time, the door of the principal's office was slightly pushed open, and a tall young man walked in from the outside—Scorpius subconsciously focused his attention on this new young man: he was extremely handsome, In fact, Scorpius almost suspected that this office had gathered all the beautiful people in this school 24 years ago.

At this moment, the young man who walked in from the door had black hair that was slightly curly, and his skin was a little pale. Surprisingly, he had a pair of red eyes.He was wearing a Slytherin robe, with a badge of the head of the male student pinned on his chest, his steps were calm and calm and full of aura, when he took the first step into the office, he was noisy and laughing The scene quickly dropped a temperature.

Scorpius noticed that even Lucius Malfoy had to hold back a little because of his presence.

The black-haired young man calmly scanned the principal's office with his red pupils.

"What's the matter, Mr. Headmaster?"

He asked in a moderate voice, his voice seemed a bit naturally rusty and indifferent.

At this time, Scorpius heard behind him, Principal Dippet said happily: "It's just in time, Mr. Riddle, it is obvious that the professors have given Gryffindor less homework, so now I am here A bit of a mess."