[HP] Noble

"Pipes? What does that mean? God Hermione!" Ron muttered palely. "Can't she write a few more words?"

"Ron, Hermione is already like this, you shouldn't complain about her anymore." Harry rarely looked at his good friend with reproachful eyes, "Maybe she just didn't have time to write clearly, you have to think that no one is doing it." Well, be prepared to be attacked at any time, that is to say, this note is not what Hermione wants to convey to us, I guess, it's just a note she made casually."

"Notes? We all know our latest dissertation doesn't include work on house-elves - venting sewers or something." Ron looked at Harry like hell.

The Savior of Gryffindor sighed: "I mean, Hermione may have discovered something, and then hurriedly recorded the key words and was about to tell us that she encountered an attack on the way."

"It barely makes sense." Ron frowned, then was successfully distracted from complaining about the poor, now petrified Gryffindor girl, "guess what she's trying to tell us ? Water pipes? Is the thing that came out of the secret room related to the water pipes?—”

Amid the continuous questions from the red-haired Gryffindor, the two Gryffindors present became quiet instead. They exchanged glances with each other, and saw the answer they wanted in each other's eyes with satisfaction——

Water pipes: made of metal, long and wide, all over every corner of Hogwarts.

Yes, that's right, if it's this thing, it can perfectly explain everything——

First there was the "rustling" sound Draco heard, the soft part of the snake's belly rubbing against the metal of the pipe.

The second is the problem of concealment. The basilisk is huge in size but can appear elusive, just because the water pipes of Hogwarts have spread almost to the entire campus, making it the best place for the basilisk to hide itself and move freely at the same time. Come out, attack the students, and then go back to the water pipe immediately...

Finally, the fact that almost all of the victims were killed in dark, damp places and surrounded by water was also explained—look at Hermione Granger's wet robes, which almost look like they just came from the Black Lake. Like fish it out.

Perhaps when people were making a fuss and screaming or crying around the students who encountered the attack, the culprit was slowly wriggling its huge body from under their feet, swimming lazily and retreating— Thinking of this, Scorpius really felt a little shuddering at this moment.

And there was obviously another person who had the same opinion as him.

The simple note with the word "water pipe" fell from Ginny Weasley's hand, her eyes were dull, her complexion was as pale as a piece of white paper that had been bleached too much, compared to the Gryffindor know-it-all lying on the bed Instead, she looked more like the person who was attacked—before everyone had time to realize what happened, she suddenly let out a scream of collapse, and then ran out crying, covering her face!

Everyone was taken aback by her sudden reaction.

Unusually, this time Ron Weasley was the first one to react. He raised his neck and made an unnatural sound like an old hen, and quickly glanced at His good buddy, who was completely in the dark, just threw a quick sentence of "Damn, what kind of crazy is she again", and then followed the first-year Gryffindor girl's ass, and escaped It seemed that he rushed out of the door of the ward in the medical wing.

Potter was left alone—Hermione Granger, barely counted unconscious, remained in the hospital wing with the other two Slytherins.

The savior of Gryffindor stared at the door where his buddy disappeared and waited for a while. After a long time, he turned his head back stiffly. After scanning the platinum nobleman from head to toe, he said surprisingly : "Well, heir of Slytherin?"

Draco sneered and raised his eyebrows noncommittally—as if he had made up his mind to see what other jokes these Gryffindors could make.

The Gryffindor savior looked pissed off, glared at Draco, and said viciously, "Whatever method you used to agree with the owner of that diary made him deceive me into believing that the Ge was the one who unleashed monsters to attack the school, but now your plan is shattered, I will tell Dumbledore everything - including - your slander against Hagrid! Hogwarts will not go bankrupt! I will also Not going back to Privet Drive! And when it's all over, you'll be fired!"

"Whatever you say," Draco shrugged, lazily showing an expression of indifference, "but allow me to correct you, Potter, it wasn't someone who made you suspicious of your big half-giant friend, no matter What you see is what you have to doubt him."

After finishing speaking, Draco didn't take another look at the Gryffindor savior who was almost out of breath, took the diary from Scorpius's hand, and stuffed it into Potter's arms without hesitation. He said in a tone of voice: "Here, if you want to report me, you must have evidence. You don't have to thank the diary, and you can appreciate it before handing it over to Dumbledore—"

While speaking, Draco opened the door of the medical wing, turned his head, and smirked at Potter: "I will not accompany you."

After speaking, he grabbed Scorpius and left without looking back.

The heavily shut door of the hospital wing silenced the footsteps of the two Slytherins leaving.

as well as……

their dialogue.

"You did it on purpose." Scorpius said, looking at the platinum head walking in front.

"What?" Draco sneered, "What on purpose?"

Scorpius said, "Say that on purpose—to make Potter feel guilty?"

"That's just for my entertainment." Draco turned his head and gave Scorpius a sideways glance. "You're not going to talk to me in a reproachful tone just because of that?"

"of course not."

"That's good, otherwise it's my turn to throw a tantrum," Draco nodded seriously. "Trust me, you don't want to see that scene."

Scorpius rolled his eyes, wondering where the second-year Prince Slytherin got the confidence to threaten the sixth-year prefect, but he didn't tease him, just pretending that he didn't hear anything and changed the subject: "You The ambiguous words will only make Potter want to pursue the truth of the matter even more - and, Draco, just a second ago you were planning to give the diary to Professor Dumbledore yourself, but now you gave it to Potter special."

"Whether or not to hand in the diary is his own choice - Potter is going to seek death, can I stop him?"

"Draco."

Scorpius calmly called the other party's name.

Immediately he heard Prince Slytherin who was walking in front chuckled lightly, he raised his hand and waved it lazily: "Well, the reason I did this is because I suddenly realized that Saint Potter is a more A good candidate—do you think that Potter is the only one who suspects that I am the one who opened the secret room? Don’t be silly, as the saying goes, “Things happen for a reason”, they just don’t say it on the surface—if I personally Give the diary to that suspicious old man, and then tell him that everything is a trick in a diary, and he will only think that I am trying to excuse myself for the first time."

"..."

"Let Potter hand it over to him, and he'll probably look at it from the right side—you know, that old man doesn't trust the Malfoy family very much."

When Draco said such a sentence, he didn't sound too regretful in his voice, as if he was just stating a fact calmly-this reminded Scorpius that many years later, Draco and When his father resolutely decided to join the Order of the Phoenix, what Draco said at that time was similar to what he said now: they never thought of standing with Dumbledore, they only stood with interests, so for the time being He deliberately chose the side of the wizard of light. As for Dumbledore, his trust may be very important to Potter, but to the Malfoy family, that bullshit is not considered.

They don't care at all.

The Malfoy family is just a group of people who always put self-interest and family interests first in the principle of doing things.

And now.

Scorpius is a person from five years later, so he knows that Tom Riddle is the Dark Lord, and he also knows that the diary is a Horcrux. Dumbledore will probably not doubt other things when he saw the diary for the first time. Anyone—but now that Draco doesn't know that the Riddle in the diary is the future Dark Lord, his choice now does sound a lot more prudent—

Looking at the overall situation objectively, Draco did indeed make the most correct choice for himself in an instant.

After thinking about it, Scorpius asked again: "What do we need to do now?"

"I was starving, so of course the answer was 'dinner' - I was planning to go for a walk after dinner, but now I've decided to cancel this dangerous plan, because I don't know where Hogwarts doesn't have plumbing, and I can't guarantee that the basilisk won't go to bed. Will pop up out of nowhere and turn me into stone—I swear, if I do, my mother will think about ripping me apart before the antidote is brewed."

When Draco said this, his tone was quite relaxed.

Although when he pushed open the Great Hall door and saw the empty Slytherin house table, his expression was not as relaxed as his tone.

And even though he yelled that he was hungry, when the real dinner started, he just swallowed a small piece of steak and a piece of bread at a slow speed, and never touched anything on the table—because It was sparsely populated, and until the end of the dinner, the food on the plate was still as full as it was when it was just served. The house elves did not reduce the amount and variety of food because there were fewer students.

—Yes, everyone, including the house-elves, seemed to be pretending that everything was all right, and it was just as before.

Despite the fact, all of them could smell the suffocating solemnity from the empty chairs around them and the tense atmosphere.

That oppressive feeling was quite uncomfortable.

Especially at the end of dinner, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared, announcing that all the courses on the next day will be attended directly, and then the school may be closed, and he emphasized that they should pay attention to safety when they go anywhere, and it is best to go together. The atmosphere in the auditorium It seemed to be frozen for a moment.

"This is a serious moment, children, the whole school is under martial law, please take it seriously."

When the old-fashioned and stern witch took off her glasses, lowered her head to wipe them, and told everyone in a tired voice that they would notify their parents as soon as possible and arrange a time to send them out of school, Scorpius felt as if he had heard the There was a brief sob from the Hufflepuff table.

Oh yes, Hufflepuffs are always the most sensitive and emotional bunch.

You know, actually, it's not that flattering.

At least for a moment, even Scorpius, who should have nothing to do with himself, and knew that Hogwarts would survive this disaster and the school would not really close, wanted to rush out and leave. This is a suffocating place.

Hogwarts at this time can really be said to be gloomy and chaotic.

That night, relying on the fact that there were not many people in the college dormitory, Draco brazenly ran to Scorpius' prefect dormitory again. He refused to admit that he had any purpose for Scorpius' much softer and wider bed, It was just that when he yawned and climbed onto the bed after washing, he happily bounced on it twice, and then said to the Slytherin prefect standing by the bed with raised eyebrows and looking at him: "You also heard Professor McGonagall say , let's try to pack as much as possible—"

Scorpius cut him off dryly: "I don't believe that includes the bed."

Draco laughed haughtily: "Oh, that sounds kind of lewd, doesn't it?"

Scorpius: "..."

Pulling up the soft quilt up to his chin, Prince Slytherin patted the vacant half beside him: "Come—you know, in groups."

Scorpius: "..."

……

that night.

Amidst the even and steady snoring of His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin beside him, the black-haired Slytherin was unexpectedly awakened by a vibration coming from the window.

He flipped out of bed and sat up—it took three seconds to realize that Slytherin's bedroom was at the bottom of the lake, and if the vibrations could be felt even at the bottom of the lake, he could hardly imagine how much the source of the sound itself must be moving ... After hesitating for a while, he finally lifted the quilt lightly, reluctantly left his soft and comfortable bed, grabbed the thick cloak that was lying on the sofa and put it on his body, half-closed his eyes and yawned Pushed open the door of the prefect's bedroom.

About 3 minutes later, Scorpius came to the cold corridor.

The rumbling sound became more three-dimensional, and he seemed to hear someone yelling through the corridor window far away. He stood on tiptoe and lay on the window edge—thanks to Christmas Routine work, the window that has been cleaned so brightly at the moment allows him to see the scene outside the window without much effort——

A dilapidated car crazily rushed out from the edge of the Forbidden Forest and rushed to the open space in front of the hunting ground. There was a huge spider lying on top of the car—the furry spider covered the entire top of the car. !

The car left a rut on the lawn, and after the bonnet slammed like crazy, the door popped open and two people were thrown out, both wearing scarlet Gryffindor robes. , one of them seemed to be paralyzed in fright, but the other reacted quickly. He got up from the ground, and before the spider on the roof fell down from the roof, he swung his wand and hit the spider hard. After touching it, the spider waved its hairy legs and flew into the sky, then landed heavily on the ground!

The other Gryffindor let out a scream similar to a collapse——

Although the spider just curled up its legs and landed belly up beside him.