[HP] Noble

Draco didn't ask many other questions, and compared to Goyle and Crabbe, he was very calm...in fact, a little too calm, because after a hasty and simple review of a few must-haves, he was very calm. Before leaving, he had time to look in the mirror.

The children stooped out of the tent quietly, and about a few hundred meters away from them, they could see a flame and a group of people with scary masks and dark cloak hats on their faces. Dangerous lights were emitted from their hands, and there were cries and terrified screams wherever they went. Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw Mr. Roberts, the administrator. Now he was used by the group of people with a similar The spell of "Fuchsia" hung upside down in the air, and his baggy boxer underwear was completely lifted up to reveal his white thighs—obviously, he was attacked in his sleep.

He was struggling in pain and yelling in horror.

It was as if a bucket of cold water mixed with ice was poured from the top of the head. When the bone-piercing cold flowed down the spine to the tailbone, he finally stopped. Scorpius frowned unbearably and thought. Before he had time to pull out a useful talisman, his wrist was tightly grasped by icy slender fingers!

The former raised his head in shock, and just looked into a pair of silver-gray eyes—at this moment, he was looking at him with terrifying calm and indifference.

"No, don't even think about it, you're not allowed to do anything other than walk."

Draco lowered his voice, hissing grimly.

Scorpius tried to shake off the older Slytherin's hand, but the latter seemed very insistent, with a force that seemed to warn that if Scorpius made another move, he would not hesitate to throw his hand away. Hand bones crushed.

Unnoticed during this process, they moved among the terrified crowd to the designated evacuation point, Mr. Great at the end to make sure to watch the children, Zabini and Goyle, Crabbe between him and In the middle of Draco and Scorpius—now Draco is almost dragging Scorpius forward, both of them have tense faces, and the corners of their lips are tightly pursed, until they are sure that they are one distance away from the scene of the incident. At a safe distance, the platinum nobleman finally breathed a sigh of relief, seemed to relax a little, and then let go of Scorpius.

Draco sighed, stroked his hair curled up from sleep, and muttered curses like "Damn".

"Don't touch that stupid hair of yours - how could it be worth a human life?" Scorpius snarled angrily.

Draco gave him a disdainful look, and raised his pointed jaw arrogantly: "This is very serious, it's up now, like the tail of a hippogriff - I look just like you gone."

Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally pulled out his fiery red wand in annoyance and slapped Draco's forearm with it, and Draco groaned in pain and quickly jumped away to avoid the next attack—"Hey ! Boy! That's not how wands are used!"

Not far away, the Aurors apparated around the Death Eaters, fierce fighting began, and the crowd began to evacuate in an orderly manner.Draco relaxed completely, only holding his wand in one hand, leaning leisurely with his arms folded under a big tree, his silver-gray eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"You can't do anything—" He retracted his gaze, put away the teasing in his tone, and whispered, "Those people are much scarier than you imagined, stupid boy, apart from exposing our position, You can't do anything."

"We are hundreds of meters away!"

"Yes, we are. But look around you." Prince Slytherin shrugged lazily, "Most minors, and those who love the eyes, such as... 'Mudblood'— Hi, good evening, Granger."

Scorpius jerked his head back and caught sight of the brown, shaggy-haired witch standing behind him, now staring angrily at Draco, if Potter hadn't held her tightly and muttered "no" Calm down", it seems that a small war between the two is ready to break out at any time.The savior didn't look very good, his black hair, which was already quite messy, was now messed up to a terrible level, he pushed his eyes that had slid to the bridge of his nose, his green eyes stared at Draco, and said angrily: "Watch your words! Malfoy! Hermione's a witch!"

Draco shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and pouted his lips: "Then you just stand here and wait, and when they come here later, let them appraise her—" He paused here, With a malicious smirk, "Then we can have a good laugh."

"Oh come on, Draco, come on." Scorpius couldn't help but stop him, because Potter looked like he was going crazy... well, and Weasley, who was already trying to roll up his sleeves. A fight - but he quickly dismissed his idea, because Goyle and Crabbe moved faster than him and stood in front of Draco like door gods, showing their strong muscles.

"Okay, Harry ignore him, let's go." Hermione glanced at Draco with disgust, and when her eyes flicked to Scorpius, she softened a little, stamped her foot and shook off Ron was trying to tug at her hand and snapped back into his normal voice, "Glad you're okay, Scorpius - I mean, uh, see you at school?"

"—Shut up, Granger, what can he do with me?" Draco interrupted their friendly conversation impatiently and somewhat rudely.

Zabini sneered, and waved his hands as if to drive away some nasty thing: "Sorry ma'am, it's just Master Malfoy's strong possessiveness."

"Shut up too, Blaise!"

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up too, just shut up now." Zabini said tolerantly.

The Gryffindor trio had moved away, and even so, Scorpius could hear them arguing, er, Weasley's voice stood out—"His daddy was in there with the mask on! Of course he Will say that!—" "Then we'd better hope he gets caught by the Aurors..." "Oh don't step on my feet Ron!..." "Harry, where's Sirius?—"

Not long after the backs of the three people disappeared into the chaotic crowd, Mr. Great came back with a portkey he didn’t know where he got it. He looked very nervous and stuffed the portkey into Zabini’s hand : "Here, take the child, make sure all of you have your hands on this after 5 minutes, it will take you back to Malfoy Manor - then, wait there for your lord, don't go out, don't walk around, Malfoy Mrs. Fu will take care of you—"

"You guys? What does this mean—Where are you going, Daddy?" Scorpius asked sharply.

"I still have necessary things to do - I promise to be safe, son." Mr. Gretel frowned slightly, pushed Scorpius towards Draco, and said slightly seriously, "Draco, young man, I Guess I'll have to ask you to take care of this baby for me for the next little time—he can't worry me any more."

Draco froze for a moment, then slowly walked away from the tree trunk, straightened his waist, nodded slowly and solemnly said: "My honor, Mr. Gretel, I assure you."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Mr. Great showed a short smile of relief to the platinum nobleman.

5 minutes passed quickly, the worn-out iron can in his hand hooked his belly button and pulled him into a space, Scorpius only had time to see a green star flashing in the night behind him to form a pattern— —The huge skull opened its mouth like a black hole, and a huge python emerged from its mouth like a tongue.

Many people found it, and they ran screaming and terrified, until the mark rose higher and higher, until it hung in the night sky like a new constellation.

……

Although the Ministry of Magic has been in a mess, the cheerful atmosphere on the Hogwarts Express before the start of school is not different from previous years.

Scorpius dragged his suitcase from the front to the rear of the car, and finally found the familiar platinum-blonde hair in the last car. He bent his shoulders and pushed open the door, and sat down heavily beside the platinum nobleman. Brushing his soft black hair wearily, he said, "Hey, how are you, Draco—"

"It couldn't be better," Draco muttered, turning another page as he busied himself completely buried behind the latest Daily Prophet with the headline "Quidditch World Cup Horror scene", the totem seen that night was printed on a black and white newspaper, faintly flickering.

Scorpius pursed his lips uncomfortably, squinted at the platinum nobleman and rolled his eyes before greeting the others in the carriage: "Pansy, that hairpin really suits you—and good morning, Gore, Carat Boo, Blaise."

Pansy smiled softly and touched the tiara that the boy had given her as a Christmas present. After a long summer vacation, her hair length finally allowed her to use it: "Thanks Scorpius dear, hey, it's out What's the matter? You're a little late today."

"I found a compartment for a freshman," Scorpius said with a look of remorse, "but he looked terrified, and I don't know what he was shaking about."

"If you could change into your glowing Gryffindor uniform," Draco let out a short mocking laugh from behind the newspaper, "I guarantee he'd hug your thigh and call brother - in Slytherin uniform Go help freshmen, I bet you're the only one in 100 years."

"It was Pansy who helped me back then!" Scorpius snorted and frowned, obviously recalling the unpleasant scene, "...and you just told me to get out of the way."

Draco put down the newspaper with a "swish" to reveal his face, and at this moment he looked very surprised and raised his eyebrows: "Really? I'm acting so polite?"

The boys sitting across from him started laughing unceremoniously, and Pansy patted Draco's thigh complainingly, looking... very shy.Scorpius began to look around, and finally he fixed his eyes on a long package at Draco's feet, raised his eyebrows: "What is that?"

"As you can see, the broom," Draco snorted, looking smug.

"Uh, it looks a little different from the light wheel?" Scorpius bent over and touched it cheaply. The package may have been opened not long ago, and now he succeeded in flicking it casually. Showing a tail, Scorpius gave a brief exclamation, and Draco turned to look at him, raising his eyebrows in anticipation.

"It's so coquettish - oops! Why did you hit me?" Scorpius snarled angrily at Draco, clutching the back of his head.

If it wasn't for the aristocratic demeanor, maybe the Prince of Slytherin would bark his teeth at him, and he snorted angrily: "If you use such a strange word to describe my broom again, I will remove you from Slytherin." Stuff it up the giant squid's nostril through the lounge window!"

"Damn, this is disgusting! Draco!" Pansy complained with a groan of reproach.

"Okay, okay." Scorpius frowned and compromised. He looked at the broom in his hand, which was really strange—unlike all brooms in existence, that broom seemed to breathe... yes, just Literally—"It looks like it's alive," Scorpius said incredulously, staring at a small, apparently vibrant, yellow-green shoot sprouting from the broom's tail.

"That's 'Dutch'." Draco said proudly.

"So you got it from Mr. Malfoy anyway."

"Yes." Draco cleared his throat, and unnaturally twisted away his pretty face, "Just a little... er, you know, special means."

Judging from Scorpius' current expression, he seemed to have something to say, but Draco's expression was also very obvious: As long as you dare to say one more word, I will strangle you without hesitation.

Goyle and Crabbe had another, stronger love for Quidditch, and taking this opportunity, they studied the new broom even better and carefully, and couldn't wait to ask Draco to give it a try. When I got to school, I flew to show them-as if she was the most beautiful girl in the world.It wasn't until the snack cart witch knocked on the door of their box that they reluctantly took their attention away from the beautiful broom.

Stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth, feeling the joy of the frog struggling and jumping in his cheek, Scorpius hummed a little tune and looked around - new discoveries are always found in Draco , his attention refocused on an old and exquisite wooden suitcase.

"You might as well just take out all my luggage and look at it." Draco muttered, dragging the suitcase out from under his feet under strong demands, "What's so interesting, it's just a Italian tailor-made dress—”

"Dress? What do we want this for?" Scorpius asked vaguely, staring at the Slytherin green suede gown with silver trim in the case.

"Watch your saliva, and chocolate syrup—" Draco hissed in disgust, frowning and dragging the box away.

"I think we have a dance this term." Pansy raised her eyebrows, "For a dress that is decent enough to overwhelm two-thirds of the Slytherin girls, my mother took me across four countries, of course Well, she was very satisfied with my hairpin, so the dress was also custom-made in China."

"Have you come to China?" Scorpius looked very surprised, "How does it feel?"

Pansy giggled like a little girl: "That's really good, but unfortunately I didn't stay long enough, I will want to go next time-oh, speaking of it, if there is a dance, Blaise, you will invite me ?"

——When Pansy said this, his whole body was still completely tilted on Draco's body.

Zabini didn't look surprised at the invitation, in fact, even Draco wasn't surprised at all, the Slytherin prince calmly turned a page of the newspaper without even looking up, everything was as normal as it seemed. Like Pencey just said "Is there lettuce for dinner tonight?"

Zabini smiled slightly at the brunette: "Of course, if you want, I will invite you, dear Princess Pansy."

Pansy seemed very pleased with the answer, even rubbing Draco's arm.

"...Did I time travel?" Scorpius asked dryly, "Pansy, when did you have your own harem?"

"No," Pansy said, now taking a great interest in his fingernails, "but Draco can't invite me, he has someone else he must invite—well, Draco, what do you say?"

"What can I say?" Draco asked flatly from behind the newspaper, "I have to give her face, Pansy, that little Greengrass."