[HP] Noble

Scorpius: "Wow."

At this moment, the black-haired Slytherin was lying by the window and stared dumbfounded. He didn't expect to be woken up in the middle of the night to have such benefits—such as watching an incomparably 3D magical adventure from afar. Movie.

Hopefully Draco won't complain to me tomorrow morning about missing this because he was too sound asleep.

Thinking of this, Scorpius took out the dragon leather pocket at his waist, took out an invisibility amulet and stuck it on his shoulder, and then the cat crept to the entrance of the castle like a ghost... Sure enough, not long after, the door of the castle was pushed open from the outside, and the best actors who rushed into the castle with a burst of cold were the best actors who were still fighting with the eight-eyed spider outside just now—

At this time, there seems to be a small problem in the friendship between the two best actors.

"I don't understand, Harry, I don't understand the point of our trip tonight!" cried the one with the fiery red hair, in a low voice but devastated, "I can take all kinds of things." Ways to die, including being wrung out of the neck by a troll—yes, I've been planning it since Halloween in first grade, but getting eaten by a furry spider is certainly not one of those ways to die!"

"Keep calm! Dude!" Another black curly-haired boy with green eyes looked very calm, "This trip at least tells us that Hagrid is not the murderer, nor is he the one who opened the secret room, and you And without getting eaten by a hairy spider, look, Ron, doesn't that all sound great?"

"'Awesome' because we were almost eaten?"

"You know it's close." The Gryffindor savior looked like he was trying to sound objective.

"Oh, Harry," Ron Weasley looked at his friend devastated, "I don't know how you can say that to me so nonchalantly... and don't know how to be a freshman tonight How could Hagrid's grievances be cleared up by sending the human flesh under the spider!"

"Calm down, Ron," said Harry Potter, "tonight we had eye-to-eye with that swarm of eight-eyed spiders, and were even chased and almost eaten by them - oh come on Start again, Ron! Think about it, we didn't petrify, and we didn't die directly, which means that the murderer is someone else, that thing has something to do with the water pipes, and likes the dark, if you have to add any preferences, it may And kind of hate turkey—”

While talking, Harry suddenly closed his mouth as if thinking of something.

[Oh yes, you need to go to the library to increase your knowledge and broaden your horizons, boy. 】If there is such a thing as telepathy, Scorpius, who has posted an invisibility amulet and followed them at this moment, sincerely hopes that the cry in his heart can be transmitted to Potter's brain——

In fact, it seemed that his dream had come true, because almost in the next second, he saw the Gryffindor savior, who was walking quickly thinking about the Gryffindor tower, suddenly let out a long breath, with a pair of eyes like Excitement shone in his lake-like emerald green pupils, and when he spoke again, his voice was full of obvious excitement: "Yes, yes, there are enough clues, and there is almost an answer ready to come out tomorrow. As soon as it's light, I have to go to the library!"

It's a pity that his good friend didn't feel his excitement, but shrugged his shoulders with a lack of interest: "Going to the library to mourn Hermione is not a good way to solve things, Harry, it's like you're trying to comfort me if I The whole point of burying Spider Belly was as pointless as whitewashing Hagrid—"

"I'm going to look up some information!" The Savior of Gryffindor finally seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and interrupted his chattering buddy who couldn't get out of the shadows no matter what, he lowered his voice, almost as if growling Said, "That's not how the word 'memory' is used, Ron, and for Merlin's sake Hermione's still alive!"

"Oh? Oh..." Ron Weasley blinked blankly, "well, go to the library, as long as there are no spiders in there..."

"..."

At this time, Scorpius could no longer hear what the savior of Gryffindor said, because tonight's Oscar winners had hurried back to their old Gryffindor den.Standing at the intersection inside the castle, Scorpius watched their leaving backs. From a distance, he felt as if he could see flames emanating from the back of the Savior of Gryffindor——

If Potter had to say something now, Scorpius guessed, he would probably choose to swear.

……

the next morning.

When Scorpius imagined that Potter was stepping on the Gryffindor long table at this moment, announcing to everyone who would listen to him that the monster attacking them was a basilisk, and walked into the auditorium hall full of expectations , he ran into a crazy Ravenclaw head-on - Scorpius took a closer look, only to realize that it was Luna Lovegood, many years younger, carved with two carrots Her huge earrings, eyes lost, after bumping into Scorpius, she gave him a sideways glance with erratic eyes, and then said slowly: "Oh, sorry."

Scorpius twitched the corners of his lips. If he hadn't witnessed the scene where Lovegood chanted a rune to activate Ravenclaw's blessing in the final battle, he would almost suspect that anything but Hufflepuff In addition to the legendary "waste recycling center", to some extent, Ravenclaw may also be a "sanatorium for madmen"...

As Luna brushed past them with erratic, bouncing steps, Scorpius heard behind him the lazy voice of the Slytherin prince—

"She looks crazy, doesn't she?" Draco raised the corner of his lips mockingly, "Only one sentence out of ten can be heard."

Scorpius turned around and looked at Draco almost in surprise: under normal circumstances, people would think that Luna Lovegood is a complete lunatic, and eleven out of ten sentences she said were false .

And Draco obviously knew what the eyes of the senior Slytherin meant. He pursed his lips in embarrassment, put his hands into his robes and squeezed them together, and raised his haughty chin in a soft voice. He said impatiently, "What's the matter? At least I think she is right in insisting that there are glacier dragons in the world."

Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at Scorpius provocatively—but what he obviously didn't expect was that his simple words were heard by Lovegood who was passing them, and she seemed to It was a figure skating athlete who spread his arms and made an exaggerated and erratic 360-degree spin, blocking the way of two Slytherins!

"I noticed you talked about dragons," Luna said.

Draco looked very regretful and tensed his face: "Obviously, you have hallucinations, now please excuse me—"

"Dragon, this is the key word today." Luna widened her eyes slightly, and moved closer to Draco, "There is a close relative of a dragon in the world, when it uses its own amber pupils to look at you , you will die; when you use the mirror, be looked at by it in the reflection of the mirror, you will be petrified - oh yes, it exists, has an age beyond all people - possessed Parseltongue A monster bred by the dark wizards of the world, with the first light of the morning, the dragon that hatched from the toad egg under the hen's belly amid the crowing of the rooster... Although Harry Potter insisted that the attack Everyone's 'Smantlein', but I don't think so - the thing that attacked the school was a 'basilisk,' a descendant of the goddess Medusa, a degenerate dragon..."

After throwing down such a long paragraph, before the two Slytherins present could react, Luna had already maintained the appearance of a wide-eyed ghost, and floated away.

Only Draco and Scorpius were left standing at the door of the auditorium like fools, blowing the cold wind, staring wide-eyed.

Draco took a deep breath: "Okay, Smantlein?"

Scorpius: "...Uh, I read this in a book, likes dark and humid places, can transform anytime and anywhere, moves very fast, and can release toxins to paralyze fish schools to hunt for food —Oh, my God, it does sound a bit like a basilisk, doesn't it?"

"..."

Draco didn't speak, because right now, he was busy looking at Scorpius with idiot eyes.

Scorpius rolled his eyes: "At least Potter thinks so, and you can't pick a big flaw from this reasoning process."

"No, I can, because that's ridiculous in itself." Draco said deadpan. "Sardines are the only prey of the Smantling monster, or... small dried cat cans?"

Scorpius shrugged and said, "...Maybe Potter thinks we've met a Smantleling who's changed his taste and thinks it's okay to eat people once in a while."

Scorpius' words were like the last straw that crushed Draco's reason, and His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin took a breath and showed an unreasonable expression: "Even Luna Lovegood Guessed the truth! Potter's answer was 'Smantling monster' - which is not as good as the eight-eyed spider he first thought - tell me what made him change his mind and make him think that Salazar Slytherin's mysterious pet would be a silly slimy doppelganger instead of an eight-eyed spider!"

"..." Scorpius smiled awkwardly, staring at a certain pattern on the carpet, as if he was about to set his eyes on fire, "It's hard to say."

Draco pushed open the door of the auditorium and said as he walked in, "I shouldn't have given him the diary and expected him to learn something from it, he's a complete idiot—"

He didn't have time to finish his words, because the moment he opened the door, something flew towards him and he had to bend down to avoid it. He only felt a cold thing flying past his scalp, Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of ceramic shattering. Draco turned his head and looked at the black-haired senior Slytherin standing behind him expressionlessly, and at his feet, shattered into pieces. A piece of ceramic plate and a rug of tomato sauce.

Draco whistled: "Nice wandless magic."

"That's not wandless magic, it's just... oh forget it, that's not the point." Scorpius wiped off the ketchup splashed on his shoulders with a headache, and looked into the auditorium absent-mindedly, " What's going on here? Are you finally no longer satisfied with being hunted and killed by unknown monsters, and can't wait to kill each other?"

He said in a mocking tone as he followed Draco into the auditorium.

Then he found himself seeing visions from his fantasy.

At this moment, beside the Gryffindor long table, the Gryffindor savior is indeed maintaining a gorgeous posture with one foot on the chair and one foot on the table——

It's just that right now, he's not giving a speech about the "basilisk".

He was busy fighting with his good buddies.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, he was like a funny mad knight, holding his wand like a sword in one hand, and carrying a round dinner plate as a shield in the other hand, he Bending nimbly to dodge Ron Weasley waving his wand and directing pies flying past him while keeping his back straight (no idea how he did it), from dinner His emerald green pupils filled with anger were revealed behind the disk: "Good job, Ron! You can do even better, come on!"

At the same time, he flicked his wand, and now, the silver forks and butter knives on the entire Gryffindor table were floating in the air, and the sharp parts pointed at his good friend Ron Weasley. Announced loudly in a very dramatic tone: "I have long seen that you and Ginny are eyeing that diary, and today, when the despicable Slytherin has never set foot in the Gryffindor dormitory, it Disappeared under my pillow again, the only ones who stole the diary were Gryffindors, people from our dormitory - you have one last chance to confess to me, Ron! Where's the diary! "

Harry Potter's words were full of air.

Even Draco was dumbfounded.

And at this moment, poor Ron Weasley, who was the direct target of his speech, had already flushed as red as his hair, which made the freckles on his face look particularly lively...

"You lunatic!" He hid under the table in a hurry, grabbing a chair with one hand as if ready to use it as a shield to block the tableware at any time, and tightly pinching his own tableware wrapped in tape with the other hand The broken wand roared hysterically, "Harry, you're crazy!"

"Where's the diary?"

"I didn't take the damn diary!"

"You lost your last chance to redeem your friendship! Ron! Look at the sword!"

When countless table knives and forks fluttered in the sky, the stunned crowd dispersed.

In the confusion, Scorpius heard the shocked voice of Prince Slytherin ringing in his ears——

"I've changed my mind and I'm going to take back what I said about regrets. If keeping that diary means I'll have to step on the dinner table and say sonnets before I can talk, then nothing Doubt, it was the right choice to give it to Potter, when in fact - oh, Merlin's socks, I'm so glad I did, Gretel."