[HP] Noble

Thanks to Professor Dumbledore's good words, Scorpius' "Journey to Find Memory" was going very smoothly, which allowed Professor Draco Malfoy to return to his hometown in Sri Lanka before Christmas. Continuing his duties at Hogwarts in the Headmaster's Office in the Lytring Cellars.

In the eyes of other people who don't know the real situation, less than four months have passed, and people think that it was a potion accident that sent Professor Malfoy to St. Mungo's nursing ward. Regarding this, As the few students who were responsible for the potion accident, they had suffered a lot of mental torture in the past six months, and they were so guilty that they almost wanted to kill themselves.

When Professor Snape, who was in charge of the temporary substitute class, solemnly expressed his dissatisfaction and sprayed everyone with blood, he flung his sleeves and completely disappeared from the podium of the Potions class—— When the young potions professor with platinum blonde hair returned to the podium, it was almost the next day. Along with his return, people were not surprised to find that all the girls rushed to return to their potions classroom In the "golden position" of the first three rows.

At the same time, the Slytherin students unexpectedly found that they not only welcomed their dean, but also that they had only met a few times in the first two days of school, and then disappeared for the whole half term. The prefect also came back to them——For this, their prefect Scorpigret just kept an expression like a toothache, and told them with a smile: In the past six months, he has been working in Durmstrang. The exchange students are gone.

A grown up corny excuse.

"...Why do I have to use Durmstrang as a cover every time?"

"Because Beauxbatons has been transformed into a pure girls' magic school for many years."

"...why do I have to go through fifth grade again?"

"Because you are in the fifth grade now."

"...For God's sake, Draco, I've got the OWL qualification certificate, three outstanding!"

"Take the exam again, maybe you will get seven excellent grades, it should be easy to do with experience once - also, can you move away from my desk, you are pressing those little ones in the first grade The cubs' papers, Mr Great."

"Okay, have we become passers-by now?"

"..."

There was an eerie silence in the head Slytherin's office.

Draco Malfoy was sitting behind his gorgeous log desk. This was an extremely "Malfoy" style office, completely different from its previous owner's decoration style, except for the In addition to the ancient huge potion cabinet filled with various potion materials being preserved, the old furniture has been completely renewed—in the entire room, the only old ones that have been preserved are those Antique ornaments placed on the desk.

And at this moment, Draco was sitting in his seat, staring at a glass ball ornament as if in a daze—it was a delicate glass ball, and in the glass, there were four small figures who looked like miniature wizards walking around. Walking around, they waved their wands and created castles, lakes and forests within the scope of the glass ball. When a complete little Hogwarts appeared in the glass ball, every detail was perfectly restored. , the crystal ball will blow a blizzard, and when the blizzard is over, the crystal ball will become the same as when there was nothing in the beginning...

Draco remembered that this was a handicraft that he bought from an Egyptian elf for nearly a thousand Galleons, and the age of this handicraft can be traced back hundreds of years...

Thinking of this, His Majesty King Slytherin's mind was suddenly broken.

There was a momentary pause in the silver-gray pupils.

A few seconds later, he sighed deeply, frowned, and pulled off the top button of his shirt collar, generously revealing his collarbone that was originally covered by the solid shirt... After finishing this seemingly sexy action, he rolled his eyelids, and said expressionlessly to Mr. Slytherin prefect, who was clung to his desk at this moment, only to roll around on the ground. : "It's your re-emphasis that makes me act like a normal professor, Scorpius."

"Are you showing me that your memory is not only restored but also amazing, Professor Malfoy?" Scorpius stood up a little and raised his eyebrows. "When I said this, it was only because you were The third second I stepped into this office, I was 'sexually' invited to spend the night in the office - this is a normal professor - ah no, is this something a normal person can do?! "

Draco seemed to imitate the appearance of the black-haired Slytherin on the other side of the desk playfully at this moment, and also raised his eyebrows: "Ah, what I said, can I understand that you regret it?"

After finishing speaking, he flexed his fingers, tapped the wide table top lightly, and said with a soft smile: "If you regret it, then you are welcome to come here and have a roll - of course, the prerequisite is that you have to take off your clothes , and can't mess up the first graders' homework - I can't imagine what kind of words I should use to explain to them tomorrow what the strange liquid trace on the paper is..."

Scorpius looked like he had been struck by lightning, and said with a messy face, "I was just talking to you about my fifth and sixth grades again, Draco, I think I The request is entirely reasonable."

Looking at the black-haired Slytherin in front of him, who was trying to get the topic back on track, and the platinum nobleman sitting behind the work was completely aroused by his bad nature, he smiled lazily and dragged on After finishing each word, he said slowly: "Of course your request is reasonable, boy, unfortunately there is no seventh grade at Hogwarts this year, otherwise why do you think I am sitting here?"

"I could go to sixth grade."

"No."

"why?!"

"It's a strange feeling to think you're only one grade below me."

"You just like the feeling of looking down on people from above, don't you?"

"...I have to admit, maybe you're right."

"Oh, you were much cuter in first grade than you are now, Draco. Although you are a little bastard, at least you are not like a helpless hooligan."

"If you like to read a lot of letters that can't grasp the point at all, this is what you call 'cute', I will spare time every day to write you a letter—"

Scorpius rolled his eyes and sat down on the soft armchair behind him: "Don't mock yourself, Draco!"

"That was me," said His Majesty the Slytherin King calmly, "and I found that I did it without psychological pressure, and you can't argue with me, after all, I was only talking about myself - look, I It was so naive when I was a kid - I was talking about myself, you can't argue with me angrily."

Scorpius rolled his eyes again: "You are too childish now."

"There's an old saying in China? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I thought I should at least be mature and wise in your eyes."

"That's not how it's used."

"I've never doubted my talent for languages ​​- so that's how the phrase is used, don't fool me."

As His Majesty the King of Slytherin was speaking, he dragged the stack of papers that Scorpius had suppressed to him before, and glanced at the top paper. He was not surprised to find that the paper was well written The dog crawling paper was from a Gryffindor - if there was anything worse - then the kid's name was "Harry Ullardo", so, after a moment's silence, he barely He hesitated, grabbed the quill pen stained with red ink and was about to write a "P (poor)" on it, but before he had time to add the little tail, he was quickly slapped by the black-haired Slytherin sitting opposite him. snatched the quill—

"You can't never pass a student just because his name is 'Harry'!"

"Oh, isn't he passing now? From 'P' to 'O', I will remember to remind him to come and thank you in class tomorrow."

"Draco!"

"I've found that I almost love hearing you call me 'Professor Malfoy' respectfully in that soft voice, it's a great feeling."

"What the hell, I didn't call you a shit 'soft voice'!"

Scorpius suddenly stood up from behind the desk, probably because his actions seemed too excited, which made Draco, who was sitting on the other side of the desk, pause for a while, put away his unruly appearance, and raised his head, as if Looking at him suspiciously, before he had time to speak, he heard Mr. Slytherin say, "I have decided, I will accept Leipzig's invitation to this year's Christmas ball."

"What's that? A salamander?"

"A sixth-year Ravenclaw."

"Male and female?"

"Boy."

"No." Draco refused almost without thinking, "I remember, this guy still didn't forget to give you chocolates on Valentine's Day during the chaos last year, and you not only didn't refuse, but also smiled Gently say a damn 'thank you' to him, and now you're going to the Yule Ball with him, you're telling him 'come on and chase me'."

"This happens to be the reason why I am here today. I was going to discuss this issue with you-but who has been joking around without seriousness?!"

"What's wrong with wanting to see my prefect striptease on my desk?"

"For Merlin's sake, did Professor Snape ask you to do that?!"

Scorpius was satisfied to find that this time, His Majesty the King of Slytherin finally had a lightning-struck expression on his face - Scorpius raised his chin and looked at Draco menacingly across a table, And the latter raised his hand, pinched the center of his brows, and showed the appearance of the rest of his life: "Well, if you had told me about this issue earlier, I would have looked a lot more serious—where is the topic going now? Oh By the way, the Yule Ball, the first serious Yule Ball after the battle, the group of smelly Gryffindors will come, including the red mole and the unsightly Potter, and the prefects will dance according to the usual practice , are you going to cuckold me openly under the noses of these people?—”

"If you think this is a cuckold, I'm afraid you're going to put it on your head anyway," Scorpius said blankly. "The prefect must have a dance partner, and that partner of course can't be a professor!"

"...It's really troublesome," Draco frowned, "Why don't I resign."

"..."

"What are you doing staring at me, now you have two options in front of you, boy - or one day I will be your dance partner as a professor, and if you don't tell me, I won't tell you, and we will just pretend that nothing happened. The opening dance between the professor and the prefects; either I resign and become your dance partner as an official of the Ministry of Magic, which of course means that you may have to explain to everyone why the Potions professor suddenly decided to resign, because I will be in the The resignation letter stated honestly: because of love."

"..."

"Have you made up your mind?"

"..."

Draco stood up, stretched his muscles and bones a little, then walked out from behind the desk, and came to Scorpius' side, one hand naturally climbed up the waist of the person beside him, and deep the other The hand seems to be teasing the three-legged turtle in the water tank in the corner of his desk for a while, the tortoise saw the owner coming, thought he was here to feed, and slowly stretched out its neck , looking at the mature, handsome face outside the water tank.

When Beetui opened its small mouth and tried to bite Draco's fingertips, he suddenly moved, retracted his fingers as if remembering something, and slightly moved the black-haired Slytherin beside him towards him Wearing a belt in his arms, he asked abruptly: "After Christmas this year, you should be considered an adult, right?"

"Well," Scorpius replied absently, "what?"

Draco nodded, and then said in a calm tone: "Then we can finish the wedding before the spring."

"...What?" Scorpius raised his head a little unresponsively, and blinked.

"I always thought my wedding should be in winter."

"……and then?"

"Oh, then you will become the other legal owner of the Malfoy family's vault deep in Gringotts, and if we get divorced in the future, you can justifiably go in and search for half of it - of course I won't let this kind of thing occurring."

"To be honest, just a second ago I was still thinking about whether to break up with you, but since we have talked about this, I still have to ask, your so-called 'won't let this happen. 'Does it mean that there will be no divorce, or that I will not be able to take a dime after being ruined by you?"

"..."

"What does silence mean? You dare to be silent!"

As soon as Scorpius finished speaking, he found himself being hugged by someone holding his waist - His Majesty King Slytherin was sitting on the edge of the desk, and then he was firmly placed on the work desk. Good - at this moment, Scorpius was slightly taller than Draco, he blinked, and felt a soft kiss on his forehead the next second.

"If we really have to go to that point in the future, you can choose to leave without paying any money, but remember to take me with you when you leave."

"Well, is this a marriage proposal?"

"How about it?"

"...It's kind of romantic."

"of course."