[HP] Noble

Scorpius pushed his elder brother sensitively, and asked, "What did you put in the back mountain?"

Wen Xin frowned thoughtfully and said: "I can't tell you, go back to the house."

At this moment, Wen Ziweng opened the door and came out, his hasty steps made the old man look hurried, he was carrying an old mahogany sword on his back, and shouted at his apprentice: "Call your Master Ren Lian, tell the others, Let's go to the back mountain." Scorpius watched for a while, and when he was about to say something, he saw his father also hurried out of the house.

He raised his head and said the same words as Wen Xin: "Go back to the house, son."

Scorpius raised an eyebrow in displeasure, but was pushed from behind. When he looked back, it was Wenxin. He didn't know when he put on his original smiling face that was always gentle and calm: " It’s just a matter of going back and forth, go back and stay honest.”

At this time, the extraordinary roar sounded again from the back mountain.

This time, Scorpius heard it clearly, and it was definitely the dragon's voice.His eyes lit up, but before he could make any movements, his wrists were already held by a pair of warm and soft hands. When he looked up, Mrs. Great was smiling at him. She knelt down, touched her son's face, and loved him. "I promise you someday you'll know what that is—"

Scorpius wanted to say something, but Mrs. Great shook her head and interrupted him, and continued: "But not now, my son." After she finished speaking, she pulled Scorpius back into the room with an irresistible gesture. The moment before the door closed, Scorpius saw a beam of red light shooting from the back mountain straight into the sky——

Another high-level spell of the Taoist sect, the Trapping Curse, is a higher-level existence than the Beast Trapping Curse he used to stop Buckbeak.

……

In the next few days, the elders around didn’t seem to be idle for a moment, and the family seemed to have resumed the excitement during Christmas. Most of the people coming and going were elders. After observing for a few days, Scorpius was surprised to find that Xin is really the youngest one here, facing the elders of other departments, this 15-year-old boy is able to handle it with ease, the seniors are orderly, neither humble nor overbearing.

That night, Scorpius pulled the last pea in the bowl into his mouth out of boredom.

Mr. Great wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin and said, "Child, pack up, we will visit Malfoy Manor tomorrow."

Scorpius' spoon made a screeching sound as it swiped at night.Mrs. Great raised her eyebrows and turned to look at him, "I'm sorry!" He blushed and hurriedly put down the spoon, looked around, Wen Xin calmly put a mouthful of porridge into his mouth and swallowed it slowly, Si Kopi got goosebumps all over his body, and quickly turned his face back.

"Oh, yes, Draco mentioned this to me." Scorpius cleared his throat and complained slightly, "but how could you tell me now? Why don't you tell me before you leave tomorrow morning never mind?"

Mr. Great smiled: "Because I can't think of anything you have to prepare."

"Yes, I am prepared."

"Oh come on son, you're not going on a blind date, what kind of psychological preparation do you need?" Mrs. Gretel said lovingly, she turned around and straightened his collar for her son, and then said, "Your father said, you don't Will be there for a long time, just gathering there and going to a game."

Hearing the Quidditch World Cup, Scorpius' face immediately lit up. After all, there is no boy in Hogwarts who doesn't like this.He hesitated for a while, and finally stretched his legs under the table and kicked his brother: "Hey, do you want to go?"

Wen Xin didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and said flatly, "No."

"Why!" Scorpius widened his eyes, "That thing is very interesting, much better looking than football."

This time, Wen Xin was finally willing to raise his head, but it was only for a moment. His peach eyes looked at his junior with a smile, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, and he said slowly: "I don't watch football either—— What, you want me to go with you."

"Hey, don't try your best to hook up with your big brother." As soon as he heard the words, the old man who was squatting on the stool opposite Scorpius and drinking porridge immediately reached out and patted his grandson's hairy little head , grunted and said unhappily, "He still has business to do."

"Who's hooking up with whom? Look at your good apprentice's eyes full of rotten peach blossoms!" Scorpius shook his head with his mouth clattering, jumped off the stool and put his bowl into the sink.Hearing the letter, he was not annoyed, he lowered his head with a smile, and continued to eat his dinner without saying a word.

That night, Scorpius simply packed a few pieces of luggage, and Mr. Great waved his wand to pack him. He took out a pair of slippers from under the bed, where he accidentally found half a bag of unfinished high-grade dog food. "..." After dragging it out and weighing it in his hand, Scorpius pushed open the window, and decisively threw the bag of dog food out of the window.

Seeing his son's actions, Mr. Great felt somewhat gloating and said, "I think you can pack a bag and put it in a box. You will definitely meet that dog and his godson at the Quidditch World Cup—look at the prophecy." How touching what the Home Daily said, 'Godfather and Godson reunited after a long absence'! Aha, our savior finally has a home."

"Oh, Dad, you're so annoying."

"I'm serious, that's the only dog ​​in this century with the Order of Merlin—tsk tsk, you've had him for over a year, my son." Mr. Great said cheerfully, "We've got to get something, yeah No? I noticed that in the entire three pages, there was no mention of the dog food that our Gretel family had provided for more than a year."

"You can ask the Ministry of Magic for reimbursement." Scorpius rolled his eyes.

Mr. Great was immersed in a kind of inexplicable joy. He waved his wand cheerfully, brought the bag of dog food back from downstairs, stuffed it into a shoe box, and tied an ugly cloth on it with a roll of paper. The bow tie that is dying, muttering in his mouth: "How do you say that?... Your mother told me, oh, yes, flowers are given to heroes."

Scorpius slammed his suitcase shut and looked at his father in protest, who shrugged innocently and gave his son a standard eight-teeth smile: "Gryffindors are a bunch of heartless White-eyed wolves, get used to this, and stay away from them."

……

"—I think your father is right, Gillsweed."

In the ancient and gorgeous Malfoy Manor, the heir of the Malfoy family raised his head from a cluster of golden magic roses that had obviously been pruned, and said listlessly to another boy.After half a vacation, Draco Malfoy looked much better than when he was in school. Although he was still pale, Scorpius always felt that he seemed to have grown a few centimeters in the past ten days Like—now he was looking at Draco, he had to lift his chin a little to meet those silver-gray eyes.

"—the Gryffindors are all bastards, look at Potter and Weasley."

Critically looking around at the boy who stuffed raspberry cake into his mouth without saying a word, Draco hesitated for a moment, and still dragged the end of each word in the arrogant tone he was used to: " Who was that man in the strange clothes at the station that day?"

Scorpius raised his eyelids and glanced at the platinum nobleman, and said meanly: "Oh, you two are in love, and he asked you too."

"Draco, where is your logic? Why do I have to fall in love with someone just by asking who they are?" Draco raised an eyebrow, feeling that the child in front of him was unreasonable.

"I'll just talk about it—" Scorpius stuffed the last bite of the cake into his mouth, even under the magic parasol that had been cast with a cooling spell, he still felt the scorching sun burning his back, narrowed his eyes slightly, He stretched lazily, "That's one of mine...uh, brother. He taught me a lesson the day I got home, tsk, it only took two—"

Scorpius gestured as if a talisman was caught between his fingertips out of thin air, "... beat me down."

"...Did I get something wrong? Knocking you down—what's so special about that?" Draco made a startled expression that was downright obnoxious.

"That's different." Scorpius touched his nose, "I guess in a few years, I'll show you my hands."

"I can't think of anything that needs to be learned for several years." The invincible Slytherin prince said contemptuously, after thinking about it, he suddenly leaned in front of Scorpius, almost touching the tip of his nose with another boy With the tip of his nose so close, he narrowed his silver-gray eyes slightly, and said thoughtfully, "Hey, are you a couple with him?"

"Damn it!" Scorpius backed away suddenly, as if frightened, "How could you have such a terrible idea?"

The platinum noble made a grimace, and commented pertinently: "That guy looks pretty good—although he's a little worse than me."

Scorpius took a sip of the flower tea made by Mrs. Malfoy with a blank expression: "I really want to spray you all over the face."

"If you dare," Draco smirked at him, "I'll throw you out of the garden."

The two spent the morning in the garden. After lunch time, Mr. Gretel and Mr. Malfoy obviously had something to discuss between adults, while Mrs. Malfoy decided to go to Diagon Alley to do the shopping for the Quidditch World Cup. All the supplies needed, she refused to take the boys because it would have made her shopping more cumbersome - and of course the boys were herded into the garden again.

The ancient Malfoy Manor, it is said that after several centuries, there is still no sign of decay.The flowers in the garden are always blooming under the care of every hostess, and even the water sprayed by the fountain is golden-"symbolizing the eternal treasure house, just like the ancient meaning of the surname Malfoy." In When introducing the fountain, Draco said haughtily.Looking at the white peacocks walking up and down in the front yard of Malfoy Manor filled with all kinds of precious magical flowers, Scorpius couldn't help but think of the few fruit trees planted in his own yard that didn't grow a few fruits every year-this It's just a matter of attitude, Scorpius thought seriously.

An open space at the back of the estate has been converted into a Quidditch pitch.Sometimes when Gore and Crabbe or Brees come to visit, they come here occasionally to play a game.Using the Nimbus 2001 placed there, the two boys had a game. The game was very simple. There were only Seekers, and whoever found the Snitch first would win.

"This speed is much faster than the Snitch used in the school competition." When Draco successfully caught the golden snitch with vibrating wings in his hand again, Scorpius lifted the front end of the broom, and Nimbus 2001 swiped nimbly He made a circle and stopped beside him.

"Of course, otherwise what's the fun in that?" Draco pouted, pulled out his wand and tapped on the Snitch before letting go, and the small golden ball immediately flew back into the box automatically.When the broom was nearly two meters above the ground, Draco jumped off the broom, with his back to Scorpius, his hands in his pockets, and he asked casually, "Where are you going to sleep tonight? "

Scorpius was a bit puzzled when he was asked: "Anywhere, Mr. Malfoy said that I can pick whatever - how about near your room? You can also teach me to do my homework and so on."

"How about my room?"

"……what?"

The platinum aristocrat walking in front suddenly turned his head and hissed dangerously: "This is what other people dream of! — Climb into my bed!"

In summer, even the setting sun was powerful—the heat made Scorpius dizzy.

"Could you please keep your voice down?" Scorpius said weakly, "Are you going to announce to the world that you're asking me to climb into your bed - Merlin, that whole thing sounds a bit off, doesn't it? "