[HP] Noble

Dear Mom, Dad and Grandpa:

Spread the letter good.

Hogwarts is beautiful and the dinner is rich.The point is that I don't have to bother to order, they just appear in front of me out of thin air.

Things seemed to be going well, except for some hiccups.Even if it's unfair to Dad to say that, I have to be honest, I was lucky enough to make it to Hogwarts alive and sit safely in my dorm to write this letter.I met a dementor on the train, that thing made me feel that I could never be happy, and later I heard from a classmate that that thing could kiss people to death (...).But luckily, a professor fought it off for us, that spell was pretty cool, and honestly, if Dementors are so common on trains, why didn't Dad teach me this seemingly necessary spell?

Apart from this, I think it is necessary for me to make my father happy.Dad, the good news is that I am indeed your biological son, because I am indeed assigned to Slytherin.Although Heizi doesn't seem to like its new green mat, but I think it's pretty good, because I chose the softest one for it... By the way, I heard that in other colleges, several people share a room, Slater Lin is a single room with a bathroom.

Tonight was destined to be so magical, I never could have imagined that I would have the honor of having to meet the principal on my first day of school.Although the old man with the white beard explained to me later, he said that for the sake of my future (?), I had to follow some people to attend lectures when I was not in class.Paying twice the tuition for a class sounds like a good deal, doesn't it?The old man with the white beard said that the language can only improve fast if you listen more and practice more—this kind of damn (sorry mom, I was rude) typical Mrs. his?Dad, because I suspect that you may have done it, so I decided to tell my mother the secret that you are the best supporter of Mrs. Lin, and I will never keep it a secret for you again. The biggest reason to be active in parent-teacher conferences.

It's the first time I write a letter, I really don't know what to say, but I miss you very much.

Also: I don't know if it's my illusion, but the Slytherins don't seem to be very popular.Because Professor Snape said that the juniors had to be protected by certain seniors for the first two months before they could act.

I'm fine, don't worry about me.

Love you Scorpius Gretel.

……

Carefully stuffing the written letter into the envelope and filling in the home address seriously, Scorpius blew out the candle and climbed onto the bed. After covering himself with a green silk velvet quilt, he let out a long breath , the bed was very soft and comfortable, even though he was very tired, he still couldn't fall asleep.

He felt he had enough to worry about.

For example, the serious dean and his temporary protector who didn't seem very kind, their appearance accidentally subverted Scorpius' understanding of "everyone in the wizarding world is smiling and amiable" -Professor Snape Laughing can be scarier than not laughing, and Draco Malfoy would be too much to swallow if he spoke patiently.

Scorpius pinched the corner of the quilt, and recalled the scene in the Slytherin common room just now.

The Slytherin cellar at the bottom of the lake is humid all year round, which makes it extremely cold in winter.The large wall stones are always covered with a thin layer of water mist, which cannot be dispelled even with a strong burning stove.Luckily, they were warm and cozy enough nonetheless, and the golden flames of the new firewood crackled every now and then, making your bones soft.Silver and green are still the main colors. There are several sofas in the center of the lounge hall. There is a small tea table in the middle of the sofa. There are books, scattered parchments and a few feather pens that seem to be of great value.

When Professor Snape, wearing a tight double-breasted uniform and the same plain black robes, stood in front of the small coffee table with his sallow, unspirited face, gathering all the Slytherins In the common room and beginning to announce the start of a new two-month "Protection Team Project", Scorpius noticed the silver-gray eyes of the platinum nobles at the front of the crowd narrowing dangerously, and he realized that The other party was very reluctant.

"No, I'd rather take a troll who can speak English fluently."

Draco said sharply.His words drew snickers from those around him.

So when the Slytherins cast their strange eyes on his face, Scorpius blushed in good agreement.

Uncomfortably, he glanced at Professor Snape standing aside without saying a word, and Scorpius said softly, "But, my mother tongue is Chinese—"

"When I was 12 years old, I learned seven languages, including some parts of Elvish." Draco interrupted him triumphantly, and looked at him arrogantly.

monster.Scorpius evaluated in his heart.

But no one paid any attention to what he was thinking.People followed Draco Malfoy's words with bursts of reserved admiration, and several young ladies and masters echoed, and it seemed that they all learned some other language "when Scorpius was so old".

Slytherins have never been such a cooperative crowd, and Draco is obviously an exception. In other words, anyone who can breathe here is buying him.Due to this pressure, Scorpius could only smile heartlessly and brightly, and did not dare to say the phrase "If you learn so much, you must not have a childhood".

Until Professor Snape ruthlessly interrupted their show off time, he snorted nasally and said mockingly: "Obviously, Mr. Malfoy has a knack for learning languages."

Draco, who was being worshiped by everyone, changed his face.

Professor Snape twitched the corner of his mouth quickly: "So, in the next two months, our first protection team will be born."

"No, don't, professor—" Draco turned pale and lifted the corners of his mouth weakly.

"Mr. Scorpius Great, please follow Draco Malfoy's footsteps in the next two months. If you are attacked by other academies because of your own reasons, don't come to me to complain."

Scorpius: "Why are they attacking me?"

Professor Snape gave him a sideways glance, as if looking at an idiot: "Because they're going to attack you."

Scorpius: "..."

Snape: "Buy one, get one free, Mr Malfoy."

"No, leave the rest to Zabini." Draco pulled Blaise Zabini who was standing behind the crowd, "He just likes to take care of new students."

Zabini languidly broke free. He added, "Yes, sir. If they'll date me."

Pansy squeezed out of the crowd, stomped on him aggressively and without hesitation, and said sharply, "He's only in the first grade, you can't date him, Zabini!"

"I'm afraid I have to agree with Miss Parkinson, Mr. Zabini, keep your hands." Professor Snape said quickly, "Mr. Malfoy, from today on, when Mr. Great is not in class, He will take part in your lessons."

"What is he doing here? He's going to ruin all my classes." Draco asked in disgust.

"Improve your English," Snape replied deadpan.

…sometimes a deadpan face can be one of the worst expressions.Scorpius thought gloomily after Draco began to shrug his shoulders unceremoniously and dismissively.

"It is necessary to remind you, Mr. Great. If you dare to make an unexpected noise in your or Mr. Malfoy's cauldron in my classroom, I will throw you out of the classroom without hesitation." Nep hissed over hiss to Scorpius.

So fierce.Scorpius pursed his lips tightly, trying to tighten his small face.

As if satisfied with the headmaster's threat, Draco finally had enough of laughing. He rolled his silver-gray eyes and shrugged slowly, "Oh, I see, Professor——so, can I go to bed?"

"Please." Snape nodded stiffly.

Draco turned to Scorpius and said lazily, "So - good night, Gretel."

Before Scorpius turned his face away in shock at him and his change of attitude and squeezed out a sentence to answer him, Draco showed a half-smile: "Oh, 'good night', understand?"

Scorpius: "..."

Draco Malfoy was a complete jerk - and in that alone, Gryffindors weren't all wrong sometimes.