[HP] Noble

Scorpius blinked in disbelief. "You mean, the wanted man? Sirius Black?"

"I think so, Little Mr. Gretel."

Remus Lupine looked more serious than ever now, he pushed Professor Snape away quite gently, and walked forward alone, and then, under the watchful eyes of the three Slytherins, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor openly pushed The door of that room was opened, and the people inside reacted very quickly as expected, and a mess of voices sounded at the same time——

"Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)—!"

"...Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)! Professor Lupine?!—"

"Harry! Get out of the way! Who the hell is that - Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)! - Oh no no, Remus?!"

Ron Weasley let out a loud wail, which sounded like he was terrified: "Scabbets! It's gone! It bit me! - Harry! Grab him -"

There was a sound of messy footsteps, and then, someone didn't know who made a grunting sound similar to the low growl of a beast when it was annoyed.

……

Scorpius could have sworn he saw Professor Snape roll his eyes.

Draco also looked very impatient and muttered something like "Spirit of Gryffindor" softly, although the emotion in his eyes was not as calm as he appeared on the surface, in fact, he was very nervous— —but that's all right, Scorpius thought viciously, pretentiousness is Draco Malfoy's greatest strength.

The door was pushed open from the inside, and Professor Lupine poked his head out. He smiled at Professor Snape and the two Slytherin students: "Come in." Scorpius quickly noticed that at this moment , their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was holding several wands in his hands.

"Who else?" Potter's wary voice sounded.

The room was bright, but compared to the castle corridors of Hogwarts, it was like a giant steamer.Scorpius followed Draco into the house.

"Malfoy? - Gretel? What are they doing here?!" Ron became bewildered and yelled at Harry, as if he could give him a good answer, which was clearly going to disappoint him. Yes, Harry was completely in the dark too.

"Ouch, what's going on here? Gryffindor's end-of-year party?" Draco quickly glanced at the people in the room, the fear flashed in his eyes, he concealed it well, and then shouted Leigh let out a sarcastic smirk.

Harry looked back at him blankly, as if hurt, sitting in a dirty corner of the house the whole time, wandless in his hand, "What else could I expect? Slytherin, Blake, well, then— —Where's Voldemort?" He looked around mockingly.

"Don't mention him!"

A hoarse, frantic voice interrupted the Savior of Gryffindor.

Scorpius' first attention was on the grown man in the center of the room.

The black hair is messy with some natural curls, the beard seems to have not been trimmed for a while, and maybe the wizard robes that are of good texture seem to have been worn for a long time, he turned around when he heard the sound, and grinned at the person who came at the door Grinning grinningly, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and his eyes sparkling too energetically - Sirius Black did not escape as the arrest warrant said, he seemed to be living well somewhere and received high-quality care.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Scorpius' lips twitched, as if he had something to say.

But Hermione cut him off with a desperate scream—

"I don't believe it!" She turned to Lupin, dark brown serious with undisguised disappointment and sadness, "I believe you so much! - I didn't tell anyone else!"

Lupine raised his hands, still holding everyone's wands in his hands, sighed, and said helplessly, "I can explain, Hermione."

"I trust you so much—" repeated Hermione sharply, "and you're a complete accomplice! You helped Black get into the castle! You helped him hurt Harry!—"

"No, Hermione, it's not like that." The sharp accusation made Lupin's face turn pale, and he tried to defend himself weakly.

"Well, can anyone kindly tell me what's going on here?" Harry interrupted their conversation, his green eyes sparkling with anger, "—I don't know what's worth it Happy, Malfoy, do you have to be so annoying?"

"Oh, sorry, silly baby Potter." Draco apologized without sincerity, widening the corners of his lips even more.

Compared with his own identity and even other ordinary people (including the poor Weasley family), the hawthorn wand, which is too simple in shape, is holding it securely in his palm, but the wand of the Savior of Gryffindor is broken by the Disarming Curse. There was no better, more satisfying fact for Draco than in the hands of another adult.

But he soon noticed something different, his silver-gray pupils narrowed slightly, he raised his hand and patted the back of the head of the first grade next to him not very gently: "Why are you in a daze, cheek pouch." The platinum nobleman restrained his smile and frowned slightly. Eyebrow, accusing dissatisfiedly.

"Don't hit him! You monkey-cheeked monkey!" Ron jumped up and slammed into Harry's shoulder hard, nearly knocking him over.

Draco gave Ron a mean look, and was about to say something when Snape cut him off——

"Quiet, gentlemen. Please, Mr. Weasley, sit down—I don't think Mr. Gretel needs to trouble you."

"Sit down, Ron!" Hermione wiped the corners of her eyes and yelled with red eyes. She kept staring at Lupine, as if waiting for a reasonable explanation.Ron angrily sat down next to Harry, who patted his friend on the back indulgently, then turned to Hermione, his voice trembling slightly, "Well, Hermione, maybe you can tell us some facts? "

Hermione gave him a wry smile, shook her head, and now her dark brown eyes filled with tears again: "I'm sorry, Harry, I know I shouldn't have kept it from you, but - well, it's Professor Lupine - —he's a werewolf!"

Harry, Ron, and Scorpius were the only three in the room who seemed surprised.

"Sure enough." Draco wiped his hair carelessly, and the platinum-blond hair that he usually took care of was now a little messy. He sighed, "I guessed it, Professor Snape's article about The Werewolf Papers—”

Snape snorted, looking satisfied that his godson had such a high comprehension ability.Lupine turned his head and glanced at him, just like he usually does, the professor who always looked tired shrugged, smiled weakly and said: "I think Professor Snape's goal has been achieved, at least the whole grade has Two students guessed my identity—"

"Malfoy didn't guess it." Ron interrupted in disgust. "If he had guessed, he would have told him 'dear Daddy' right away!"

"Oh, there - Ron." Harry sighed resignedly.

"This is not the time! Ronald Weasley!" Hermione twisted her neck and screamed viciously at the red-haired Gryffindor. Foo guessed it! Even that Blaise Zabini guessed some! I've seen them discussing it in the library! - well, now's not the time to study that, Professor Lupine, you owe us a explain!--"

"Calm down, Miss Granger." The man in the middle of the room grinned gruffly, looking very happy. "What an easy explanation, come on, Harry, I know Scabbers is with you, give it to me." I, I will definitely give you the truth—"

From start to finish, he used the Christian name of Harry Potter.

Scorpius started to feel his stomach churning, and something he noticed made him want to find a place to vomit well.

The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, as if trying to hide something.Damn Draco, who seemed to always be good at this, quickly noticed that Scorpius was an anomaly, and gave a rude pull to first-year Slytherins, and said impatiently in a low voice: "What's the matter with you? You're as pale as a ghost!"

Scorpius ducked behind him without a word, and now Snape and Draco were completely covering him.Draco glanced back at him, leaving him with a warning and suspicious look, stretched out his hand to wrap him behind him, and then slowly returned his gaze to Sirius Black.

While the latter was staring frantically at one of Harry's animals, the gray mouse began to struggle violently.

It took a bite of Ron and was caught by Harry.

Lupine glanced at Black with concern, "Speak up, Sirius, you'll scare him." Then surprisingly, he threw his wand back at everyone, and Harry held out his hand to take it. Passing his own wand and Ron's, he shrank back and handed Ron's to him, then held his own firmly in his hand.

"Trust me once and give him a chance, Harry." Lupine smiled at him.

Although Ron yelled and hesitated, Harry threw Scabbers at Black.In mid-air, Black couldn't wait to stretch out his wand that came from nowhere, and a blue light shot out from the tip of the wand. Surprisingly, Scabbers transformed into a short, bald man with a slightly fat body. , cringing, wringing his hands, shaking violently, lying on the dirty floor——

"Oh, Sirius! Remus!" he said tremblingly, "I've been missing you all for so many years—"

"Shut up, Peter." Lupine said calmly. In fact, no one had seen this side of him, which was full of majesty.

Peter Pettigrew flinched in fear, his watery mung bean eyes and pointed nose made him really look like a wretched mouse, Ron made a vomiting sound, and said incredulously: "It used to sleep On my bed—bad!"

Black showed a bright smile at Ron, who was obviously not very helpful, but Black didn't care, he quickly walked around the room with his hands behind his back, and said grumpily, "Say what! Remus! I'm about to die Can't wait!"

As if he had gotten used to Black's behavior, Lupine just sighed slightly, and began to tell about the past, about Harry Potter and his parents, about Voldemort, about the secret-keeper of the Highcone Hollow residence, and about the little boy. Dwarf Peter.Among them, whenever there is something that Lupine does not understand, Black will jump out in time to add explanations——

"I took Voldemort for granted that James would pick me as Secret Keeper - at the last minute I persuaded them to change the Secret Keeper to this bloody, cowardly, vile rat! I did it to them , For this, I am willing to stay in Azkaban for more than ten years, just for atonement!" He raised his voice maniacally, "Until one day! I saw Peter Pettigrew in the newspaper - I knew this was him I've seen him turn into a mouse in front of me countless times! He chose a magical family to hide! Right at Hogwarts, by Harry's side!"

Harry avoided Black's gaze, feeling a little embarrassed for some reason.

"Countless times, countless times, I watched Harry use James's invisibility cloak to travel at night," Black smiled, as if recalling the good student days, Professor Snape snorted in disgust, Black ignored He, continuing his own words, "and the Marauder's Map, Padfoot, Prongs, Moonface, and Wormtail," he said with a disgusted glance at Peter at the last name, "you are a disgrace to us." , Peter, when we took care of you like this back then, you turned to that lunatic Dark Lord without hesitation."

Peter let out a wail, and tears the size of soybeans fell heavily on the dusty ground. He trembled violently and growled hysterically: "He threatened me! I just want to survive! - What's wrong with that? - I Don't want to die—"

"—then you will let James die instead of you?!" Black gasped violently and interrupted him. He stared at Peter, his eyes almost popped out of their sunken eye sockets, " How dare you! How dare you say you're a Gryffindor - I could die for my friend anytime! Anytime! That includes you too! Peter!"

"Oh, Sirius." Lupine's tired voice came, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, looking at his friend with a very sad look, "We all know, please don't do this."

"He's as disgusting as a sly snot," Black said contemptuously. "What's wrong with that, Remus? — after the slightest threat or temptation, he'd turn to the Dark Lord without hesitation, ah." ha!"

"I noticed," Snape stood still, protractedly emphasizing, "someone has stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years, while I have found a good job at Hogwarts, if This is the so-called Gryffindor spirit—" He curled his lips indifferently, "That's really unflattering."

Sirius Black jerked his head away, as if he had just noticed Snape was here.

"You greasy snotlover!" The moment he saw Snape, he suddenly regained his spirits, "You always follow our butts, wanting to know when the moon is full What did we all do when we were together, and you almost killed yourself for your curiosity—"

"I really don't understand how you have the face to bring this up yourself, Blake." Snape marveled, with an extremely mean expression on his face, "You take your vile lie as an honor, and you still think so ,Yes or no?"

Black said fiercely: "James saved your life!"

Harry seemed quite frightened by this fact, he would rather believe that his father almost killed Snape - at least judging from the attitude of the potions professor at school to him, this is more plausible.

After hearing so many facts, he couldn't tell what his mood was like, it was like a roller coaster-although he never had a chance to ride it, at least from the performance of those people who rode this entertainment facility on TV See, that's what happened, and Harry was surprised to find that his heart wasn't so heavy after things started to join Snape.

Snape smiled darkly: "That's just because Potter was scared at the critical moment, Black, where did you get this ridiculous sense of superiority - let me say, Regius is a million times better than you .”

The moment he mentioned his younger brother, Black's face contorted, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end, unexpectedly, he fell silent.

"Is it all settled?" said Professor Lupine cheerfully. "Hermione, I still have to apologize to you, and then thank you—"

Hermione had stopped crying, and now, looking terribly embarrassed, blushing at Lupin's words, she stood up nervously, almost tripping over Harry: "Oh no, Professor - Merlin, You're not wrong at all and I'm yelling at you without knowing anything."

Ron also helped Harry stand up. Professor Lupine noticed Harry's feet, and then pulled out his wand and muttered a spell in a low voice. Harry moved and found that his feet could walk flexibly. He rushed Lupine smiled gratefully.He turned his head and saw that Black was spraying a lot of iron chains from the tip of his wand, binding Peter layer by layer.

"We need to give it to the Dementors," said Lupine wearily. "Seize your own sanity, Sirius, you can't cast an Unforgivable Curse on him in the heat of the moment, and that would cause the Ministry of Magic to have one too." Reason to put you back in Azkaban - now, we have to go to Dumbledore, only he can do something about your escape."

"Oh," said Harry, looking interested, "Prison break! How did you do that?"

Black's eyes lit up, and he used a levitating spell to suspend the tightly bound Peter in the air, and then smiled proudly at Harry: "Of course, I've waited for a long time, and I finally got such an opportunity, you You know, I'm a-"

"Animagus."

An indifferent voice interrupted everyone's conversation.

Ron's eyes widened sensitively, and he twisted his head violently, as if trying to wring his own neck alive.

A man in a Slytherin green school uniform came out from behind Draco Malfoy—from entering the room to now, Scorpius Gretel had never said a word, and people almost forgot his Existence, and now, such a simple word, successfully made Sirius Black, who was originally high-spirited, immediately shrivel down.

He stood there with his hands tied, confused and uneasy, looking at the first-year Slytherin anxiously.

Scorpius resisted the urge to take out all the charms and smash them on the man's face, swallowed his saliva, he found that his throat was terribly dry, he turned his face away, as if he didn't want to look at the grown man again With a glance, he said slowly: "None of you are surprised, how did Blake get into the school?"

"Precise." Snape said with a half-smile, "I've wondered for a long time."

Scorpius nodded slowly, and said expressionlessly, "It's me."

The people in the room stared at the first grader like a ghost, dumbfounded.

"I was the one who brought him in, when I thought he was just a poor stray dog." Scorpius shrugged, "Called him a name of his own, 'Black', after he cut Gran On the day of the portrait of Fendo, I went to find him like crazy, because I was afraid that he would be hurt by himself, heck - and this is the reason why I am standing here. Punishment, don't look at me like that, Draco, or what do you think I'm doing here?"

"Oh, no matter what, you know you're ridiculous, don't you?" Draco stood behind him and smirked meanly, "It's good to know how to introspect, that means you're still alive, so don't be depressed."

"Thank you so much, Draco." Scorpius retorted, "I don't have any pets now, can you give me back Beetui?"

There was the sound of heavy objects smacking on the stairs, and Peter let out a scream.

Sirius Black wiped his wand uneasily ("Neville's!" Ron whispered to Harry), and stood there looking at Scorpius in embarrassment: "No, Gretel - I think I -"

Scorpius gave him a cold look.

I have raised him for so long.

For him secretly asked Goyle for a way to go to the kitchen, asked the house-elves for the best steak, bathed him-because the spell does not dry quickly, patiently dried it with a few cloths, cleaned the mats himself, Put the softest and best pillows in his nest—just yesterday, because of the hot weather, I took away the winter blankets and replaced them with summer bamboo mats—

But his name is Harry Potter and I'm Gretel.

He brushed past Sirius Black and never looked back at him.

It was completely dark, and the footsteps of the three Slytherins sounded very clearly in the cellar corridor.

Along the way, everyone was silent.

Scorpius walked in the front, he had already forgotten the proper etiquette, but fortunately, Professor Snape was obviously not planning to argue with him tonight, and neither was Draco - although it was more likely that he was preparing for the fall Calculate the ledger.They left the large group of Gryffindors behind, walked out of the Whomping Willow, and went their separate ways.

Thanks Merlin.

Along the way, the other two didn't say a word.

This is good.Scorpius thought, it's really good, now, he doesn't need comfort at all, he just wants to find a place to be alone for a while—

Then summarize the valuable experience gained after being cheated to death.

Snape smacked his office door on their noses with displeasure, Draco and Scorpius exchanged glances, walked on, and found that there were few people left in the common room now, There were only two fifth-grade lovers sitting on the sofa holding hands, and Scorpius didn't even bother to raise their eyelids when they entered.

Standing at the door of the boys' dormitory, Scorpius stood still, and the people behind him also stopped. Scorpius could feel that the back of his neck was receiving some kind of gaze.After a long time, he heard Draco's lazy voice behind him: "I suggest you buy an owl."

Scorpius: "..."

"Anyway, Bicui gave it to me, it's mine—" the platinum nobleman emphasized forcefully, "Don't pay attention to it, you big fool."

Scorpius: "..."

"Okay, then, good night." Draco stepped forward and yawned lazily at the intersection leading to the third-year dormitory.

"Well, good night." Scorpius nodded lightly.

"I discovered for the first time," Draco said in an obnoxious tone, throwing back a surprised look at him, "that a strong blow can make one graceful - keep it up, Scorpius, you do it Not bad." After finishing speaking, he stepped into the dormitory, leaving only the corner of Scorpius's tumbling robe.

……

I heard that many things happened after that, and Scorpius learned in the later conversation with the principal that after they left, the potion prepared by Professor Snape was invalid ("Mixed with alcohol!" Snape snorted Disdain), Potter and the others witnessed a class about werewolf transformation so lively, followed by a series of mayhem, hundreds of dementors, and about the Patronus-

"A real patron saint of the flesh!" Sirius, who had been exonerated and received the Medal of Merlin originally belonged to Peter, said happily while sitting on a soft sofa in the principal's office.He looked great now, with his shaggy beard trimmed and his hair neatly tied back with a red-and-gold ribbon, and the good nourishment he'd received from his vagabond career kept him surprisingly well-fed, even though He is over thirty years old, but he is still as handsome and charming as he was when he was a student.

"Surprised results, Harry." Dumbledore handed Scorpius and Harry a piece of chocolate frog respectively, and said happily-in fact, Scorpius didn't know why he had to be with Harry Potter. The two sat in front of the principal's desk as if they were receiving special treatment.The blue eyes of the headmaster shone shrewdly behind the lens, not at all like an old man over a hundred years old. This old man with a bow tie on his beard took a sip of honey milk, smacked his lips contentedly, and said kindly: " But I now think you have some other issues that need to be resolved, Sirius."

Blake shut up immediately.

He sat up from lying half-lying on the sofa, tensing his body.

"You know some special news." The old headmaster said pointedly, "about next year's—ah, Mr. Malfoy, maybe your father would be happy to tell you, although that's not allowed." He said To Draco, who curled his lips and sat back in his seat next to his godfather—in fact, Draco didn't come to the headmaster's office very often, and when he was directly confronted with this shrewd crazy old man, he still Inevitably... a little nervous.

"Oh, what do you want to say? Professor Dumbledore." Black asked nervously.

"I think, if you'd like to go back to China with Little Mr. Gretel—"

"—Don't even think about it." Scorpius immediately refused with a tight face.

The handsome Gryffindor looked devastated, hanging his head in frustration, and Harry gave his new godfather a quick, concerned look, somewhat remorsefully.

Dumbledore also looked a little embarrassed, he cleared his throat: "It seems that Mr. Great is still a little angry, Sirius, for your white lie (Snape let out a sarcastic sneer), you once told I will apologize to you."

"—It's useless, save it." Scorpius curled his lips and said arrogantly, "Unless my family needs a dog meat hot pot this year, otherwise——"

"What? Fire what?" Dumbledore leaned forward slightly with great interest.

"A pot, set on the fire, with some soup as the base, ah, the dog meat hot pot is of course the material—you know. People sit in a circle and boil things in it, such as tofu, beef, etc— ——In China in winter, people like it.” Scorpius shrugged and glanced at Black with disgust, “But now it’s summer, even dog meat hot pot is not available, and our family doesn’t like to eat this kind of taste .”

"That sounds very sweet, Mr. Gretel, and together—"

"Squeezing and eating in a pot? Damn, where is it warm?" Draco said in a low voice, in disbelief.

"—Dumbledore, I don't think this is the time to discuss this." Snape cut off their conversation dryly.

Blake's face was a little pale, and he looked at Scorpius guiltily, looking like he had a lot to say, but he didn't have the courage at all.

This situation even lasted until they went home on vacation.

Before that, the big dog named Hei Zi reappeared around the first-year Slytherin, circling in circles, slimy, and the Slytherin cellar had denied him entry, but every day, the big dog He would walk up and down the cellar door, and if someone took it in without knowing it, he would be thrown out again-but he didn't get tired of it, and he did it every day, until everyone knew that the dog no longer belonged to Slater Lin, he finally could only droop his tail and wander around the classroom where the original owner was in class.

Even Scorpius' Defense Against the Dark Arts final exam, this big dog accompanied him all the way.

Although these efforts didn't get even a single glance... Sirius was actually very frustrated - he didn't understand at all what the problem was.

He tried his best to the last moment, but he couldn't get his former little master to give him a straight look.

On the Hogwarts Express, the big black dog huddled under the seat of the Slytherin box patiently listening to the children plan their summer vacation, they mentioned the Quidditch World Cup, and this bloody Mal The heir of the Fuji family, how dare he invite Scorpius to his house as a guest? —Wait, how the hell did Scorpius agree to him like that?

The big dog scratched its nose with its paw dejectedly.

As soon as the legs landed, he had to contact Arthur Weasley - even if the ticket was all paid, he had to go with him, and of course, he had to take Harry - the Quidditch World Cup, right?It's like who can't afford the tickets!

Nasty Lucius Malfoy.

Nasty Slytherin.

Nasty snot.

evil!Snotling! ——

Goblet of Fire, Volume [-], Book [-]