[HP] Noble

Scorpius spent the rest of the time pretty sure he had found the right box for freshmen—the third car, as the kind-looking black-haired girl said, but maybe he was a little For some reason, he was disturbed to find no one around who looked his own age.

Putting his luggage in the car, he patted his dog on the head: "Heizi, can you stay here and watch things?"

"Ho—!" The big black dog shook its tail at him, and seemed to be trying to stand up and put its front legs on his shoulders. Scorpius took a step back with a smile and refused: "No, you are too heavy, and you His paws are dirty." As he spoke, he pulled open the door of the compartment, stepped back, and then closed the door.

Heizi might make him feel a little less nervous.But now, he felt like he had to walk the corridors.He also feels a little more at ease by the occasional seniors who pass by—even if they're just passing by.

Remus Lupine thought that the time he chose would allow him to dare to choose the corner box for himself before most first-year students, but it turned out that as long as you are human, you will sometimes miscalculate.

And at this moment, he had to try to smooth out his old patched robes and look refreshed, because standing in front of him was a freshman who was clearly more disturbed than himself.

When Lupine tried to greet him, he found to his dismay that he seemed to be frightening the kid.

When the black eyes of the little boy whose head did not reach his chest and whose facial features had some oriental features looked at him vigilantly, a trace of warmth quickly slipped through the tired eyes of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—— ——He seemed to see himself 20 years ago. At that time, because of some special reasons, he also stood uneasy in the corridor and looked out of the window, feeling unable to integrate into everything outside and inside the window.

What happened then?

Oh, right.It was Jaime, offering him the hand of friendship.And beside him at that time, there was a handsome black-haired nobleman with a curious face and pockets--the whole family was Slytherin, and in the end he was the only one who entered Gryffindor.

At that time, they were still young.

And it wouldn't have occurred to James—

No.Stop, stop thinking about that, Remus Lupine, now you're not here to revisit a pathetic old place.

"Good afternoon, then, boy," said Lupine gently.

It took almost all of Scorpius' strength to keep himself on the spot without taking a step back—that was very rude behavior.He quickly looked at the young man in front of him, yes, he was very young, but there were already a few silver strands in his light brown hair, he looked tired and sick.Scorpius' gaze paused lightly on a corner of the box in the man's hand, and then he relaxed himself.

"Hello, Professor, good afternoon." Scorpius replied softly.

Lupine could hardly stop smiling.

It seemed that before his eyes stood a future young Slytherin.

All house discrimination aside, when he stood at Hogwarts again as a teacher, Lupine was surprised to find that even Slytherin might not be so bad.

"It seems that there is no one here, do you want to stay with me?" Lupine pretended to look around, bent slightly and asked sincerely.

"But my things are in there," Scorpius said in broken English.And the person he was talking to started smiling again, which made him a little embarrassed, he guessed that the first professor he met had already guessed something...for example, his impossibly bad English.

"Don't worry, kid." The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't ask anything, he said cheerfully, "Those will be sent to your dormitory directly from the train carriage after your sorting."

"Oh, really?" Scorpius bit his lower lip, "But my mother said, you have to do your own things."

Lupine had to try his best not to laugh, because of this good and special tutor. "It's okay, at Hogwarts, you have to get used to not worrying about anything other than your grades."

The second after he finished speaking, he keenly noticed the child's puzzled eyes, which proved his guess was correct—they had a student whose blood was at least half from a foreign country that did not speak English as their mother tongue.Without trying to repeat himself, Lupine just made a gesture of please and walked ahead.

Next, Scorpius had a pleasant conversation.

The content of the conversation was composed of simple words, and his professor thoughtfully slowed down the speed of speech-this was the first time that Scorpius had a meaningful, long-term conversation with a foreigner.

A sense of accomplishment came to my face.

——Until the heavily pulled sliding door interrupted the conversation between the two.

The two people in the box turned their faces to look at the door. A tall and thin boy whose face was as red as his hair was standing outside the door. Someone who didn't know behind him seemed to hit him hard. Staggered two steps, almost stumbled into the box, "Oh no, Hermione! You're going to murder me with your box, aren't you!" he growled in a low voice.

Scorpius raised an eyebrow.

The boy stood still, and he took a quick look around. Before he could speak, Lupine stood up and introduced himself, still in an approachable tone, "Good afternoon, boys. Remus Lupine Ping, your future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Oh good afternoon, Ron Weasley - oh no, you mean Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Yes."

"God, Lupine...Professor, you look good! Why—" Ron swallowed hard, "I mean—"

"Ron, put away your ridiculous remarks." A fluffy brown-haired girl emerged from behind Ron. She dragged her suitcase and walked in with a high-pitched voice—she seemed to have a kind of affection for the professor. Strange frenzy, Scorpius concluded, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

"I'm Hermione Granger, hello, Professor Lupine." She quickly shook hands with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in a friendly way, then threw herself into her box and began to rummage for something, "Let me see Is my Defense Against the Dark Arts book here, the third grade book is particularly interesting - you know, I've read it and previewed it in advance, but there are still a few questions that I really don't understand -"

Obviously, this is an existence beyond nerds.When Hermione took out her textbook from her suitcase, Scorpius came to a new conclusion.

"Oh, don't, Hermione, don't start." The last slender-handed black-haired boy who entered the box rolled his eyes.He has a pair of green eyes like lake water or emeralds, and his black hair is unkempt and messy. At this time, his green eyes are shining with happiness because he is with his friends, "Hello , Professor Lupine, I'm Harry Potter."

"Hello, Harry." Lupine stood up, his voice almost over-enthusiastic.Scorpius noticed that his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was using the given names of the students he was meeting for the first time, but Harry Potter didn't seem to mind that. ... Then it's none of his business at all, he likes this professor quite a bit, and doesn't want to find fault with him for any strange reasons.He bent down to pick up a notebook that had slipped on the floor, and silently handed it to the girl who looked like she would jump up madly and throw her suitcase out of the window at any time, "Are you looking for this?"

Muggle notebook with "Defense Against the Dark Arts" written on it.

"Thanks - oh, you!" Hermione seemed surprised to find another creature in the room.

Scorpius shrugged nonchalantly: "Hi, I'm Scorpius Great, and I'm in the first grade this year."

Ron, who was about to sit next to Hermione, froze, quickly turned his face to look at the child, then looked away, muttering words like "Slytherin".This behavior annoyed his friend, and Hermione slammed the book back into the trunk, then shoved it viciously under the stool: "Ronald Weasley! If you continue to be so rude—" "

Ron raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Are you going to deduct my points?"

"Harry! Come on!" Hermione screamed.

"...No, I don't want to participate." Harry shook his head affirmatively, he seemed to be suppressing a smile and put on a serious face, "Go ahead, between the two of you."

"...pretty lively, isn't it?" Lupine turned to Scorpius, looking a little more refreshed than before.

In fact, it was a little too lively.Scorpius smiled back politely.

In this 'a bit too lively' atmosphere, the Hogwarts Express slowly started.For the rest of the time, Scorpius shrank obediently in the corner, took the novelty candies handed over by Harry from time to time, and thanked him in a low voice, including a chocolate frog that jumped when thrown into his mouth.Hermione did jump on Professor Lupine's side and started her "two or three questions", and Ron, well, he didn't like himself very much, obviously.

When the box door was opened for the second time, Scorpius felt a headache.

Fortunately, the person standing outside the door didn't "stumble" in again. In fact, he didn't seem to intend to come in at all.Scorpius bit down the head of the chocolate frog in his hand viciously, and it finally stopped struggling and became quiet between his fingers.

Platinum blonde hair color makes it less easy to mistake.Standing at the door was the very first person in the car who spoke to Scorpius in the first place (that barely counted as 'talking', Scorpius unilaterally thought) holding him up as if he would never get down even a little bit With a little pointed chin, behind his straight waist, there are two sturdy big men standing on the left and right like door gods.

Scorpius was taken aback by a subconsciously guessed fact.

...He really thinks that this platinum nobleman doesn't seem to get along with anyone in the box. Could they be friends?His eyes stayed on Hermione's face, boyfriend? ... No, no one would put on that disgusted and annoyed look on their boyfriends, and the expressions on Harry and Ron's faces were even worse.Turning his gaze away, he only needed to glance at the face of the platinum nobleman—the boy of half-Oriental descent jokingly hooked the corners of his lips, and he got the truth.

The young man with platinum hair color only needs to have those four big characters engraved on his face - "I'm here to find trouble".

"Hey, look who this is." Draco Malfoy drew out his voice and said lazily, "Great savior!".

The two gatekeepers behind him started grinning gleefully—that's kind of silly, two donkeys.Scorpius thought sympathetically.

"Get away, Malfoy." Harry stood up defiantly.

Hermione said to Malfoy, in a vigilant reminder to everyone present: "Watch out, Malfoy. There's a professor here!"

Lupine narrowed his eyes and let out a quick nasal sound to show that he really existed.And these words seemed to have really worked. The platinum noble standing at the door became a little restrained when he caught a glimpse of Lupine and confirmed that there was indeed a professor in the box.He cast his eyes on Scorpius in the far corner, and then seemed to see something bad with disgust: "Pansy told me at least three times that you are a Slytherin."

"She's right...I think I am," Scorpius replied sullenly.

"But you're with a carload of Gryffindors!" said Draco Malfoy angrily, as if offended, "your smelly cellar door is shut for you - even if you have the right password-"

"Then he's coming to Gryffindor!—" Ron growled sharply.

Scorpius swears that the red-haired Gryffindor doesn't want him at all, and he's saying that only to rebut Draco Malfoy, tsk, deep love.

"Boys, stop—" Lupine's voice was weary again, "You can't—"

"Hey, are you feeling a little cold?" Harry interrupted suddenly.

"What do you think?" Ron jerked his head away, almost breaking his own neck.

"Wear more clothes when it's cold, Potter." Draco said in a tone of absolute malice, "Your family isn't that poor, is it?".

Ron looked offended again as his face flushed again.

"He's right," said Hermione, shuddering before Ron's fit, "something's wrong, Ron."

"Shh, be quiet—"

I don't know who said it.

Lupine seemed to sense something, and he stood up with a pale face, and said quickly to Draco, "Anyway, boy, come in first, I have to go out and see - no, they can't put that in, Dumbledore Lido won't allow—"

But it was too late.

Scorpius was surprised to see that the window at his arm was freezing rapidly.The lights in the compartment flickered and turned off silently, and the compartment became quiet and dark, only everyone's tense and heavy breathing could be heard, and at the same time, the temperature dropped sharply at a speed that could be clearly felt.

"Lumos. (Lumos flashing)"

"Lumos. (Lumos flashes)"

It sounded almost at the same time, and with the lights on the tips of the two wands, Scorpius saw the situation inside the carriage again. Everyone's face was not very good-looking. The two door gods hugged each other and huddled by the door. Co Malfoy and Lupine lighted their wands.

Professor Lupine stretched out his wand tremblingly. In the only light source, they saw a figure in a cloak standing at the door of the car. It was so tall that it almost covered the entire door. Scorpius felt his stomach was tangled. Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze, and beside him, Harry seemed extremely uncomfortable, and he let out a short whimper.

Shaking his hands, Scorpius subconsciously reached out to cover Harry's mouth.

After a scream, a light source disappeared - it was Draco who lost his wand in horror.

——"ExpectoPatronum! (Call God to protect)"

A powerful silver light emanated from the tip of Professor Lupine's wand.

Scorpius huddled in the corner, feeling so bad that he could only squint and barely see the cloaked monster back timidly—it was defeated, he thought reassuringly.

He really wanted to hug himself into a ball, but he couldn't, because he was covering Harry Potter's mouth with one hand to prevent him from whimpering in a strange embarrassment, and the palm of his other hand was full of cold sweat, Subconsciously clutching his wand——

Even the fact that he doesn't know a single spell.