[HP] Noble

"Boys are really crazy." Amidst the lively discussion, Pansy shook his head unbearably, "There are so many girls waiting for him to invite, why does he have to come to us Slytherin——and choose from thousands of girls Find a boy and go home."

"Maybe it's because your previous rumors that I liked Potter were taken seriously." Scorpius shrugged like a normal person, "Well, Draco is angry again - I have to remind him later , he himself asked Potter to invite me."

Pansy started to sympathize with Draco, and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, and the girl said bluntly, "That was just a joke."

"All in all, it's better than I have to pack and go home for Christmas." Scorpius chuckled, thinking about it, as if he had taken advantage of it.

"Did anyone tell you that the Warriors have to dance the opening dance?" Pan Xi reminded with a deadpan expression.

Scorpius' smile stiffened on his face.

Three seconds later, he said, "No." Then he stood up abruptly.

"Sit down, silly boy, you haven't finished your breakfast yet." Zabini leaned over with a half-smile.

"I've got to tell Potter before he leaves the hall that I regret it," said Scorpius green-faced. "I'm not going to do the opening dance—why the hell am I dancing? For God's sake, I can't even do radio gymnastics well!"

Pansy looked up sharply, sounding interested. "What gymnastics? What's that?—sounds like it's good for getting in shape?"

"Foolishly gathering together to stretch arms and legs—something that all Chinese children hate, even in heavy snow." Scorpius stretched his neck. "Where's Potter? Has he left?"

"Do Chinese children have dances every day? Even if it's a snowy day?" Pansy still held on to the topic she cared about, and waved impatiently only when she saw that Scorpius had no intention of answering herself. , "Don't look for it, he has already left - not long after Draco left, to be honest, Scorpius, it is very rude to accept Potter's invitation in public and then regret it matter."

Scorpius slumped back to the table weakly, covered his face and groaned in pain between his fingertips: "You always pay attention to these things in inappropriate occasions, Pansy."

"Actually, I just think we have to be more Slytherin than Slytherin in front of Gryffindor." The Slytherin girl said happily, "If you don't want to lose face, learn to please Draco. Growing up together, I've never met anyone who can handle social situations and dances better than him." Zabini thought for a moment about Pansy's words, and finally nodded in agreement.

"And this guy just slammed the door of the auditorium on my nose in front of the whole school—I mean, if he could do it, he would," Scorpius sneered dryly.

"Whoever asked you to promise Potter, you deserve it." Daphne Greengrass, who was sitting next to Pansy, teased with a smile, "I'm really disappointed, I was quite nervous just now, and I wondered what I would do if Potter invited me .”

Pansy sneered: "Forget it, Daphne, the savior won't come and invite a sexy fox to dance."

"Yeah, I don't think he's going to invite some cow around me either."

"Shut up, little bitch."

"If you'll shut up first, you horny bitch."

In the midst of the girls' quarrel, Scorpius glanced quickly at the teacher's desk, hearing that the letter was missing, and Sirius was looking at him with a smile - it looked like he had just seen Potter married his daughter-in-law It seemed so festive to be home.The second-year Slytherin twitched the corner of his mouth, turned away his face and held his forehead with a headache, while Zabini beside him was sighing in a pleasant tone. The way girls express their friendship is always incomprehensible.

……

When he was sitting alone in Charms class, and Astoria didn't enter the classroom until the bell rang, Scorpius finally started to feel uneasy-like in the pumpkin juice for breakfast Like an overdose of happiness potion, Scorpius now felt like he was finally waking up, and felt more and more like a fool for his morning optimism.

This class is quite important, where can she go?

It seemed that Astoria hadn't been seen since Draco left.

...well, Draco.

He slams the door really hard, doesn't he.

The chair seemed to be pierced with countless small needles, and Scorpius began to fidget.

This lesson is about the Separation Charm, which can separate the bushes in front of you-Professor Flitwick said so.But a Ravenclaw sitting in front of Scorpius thinks it's actually a prank spell, because people usually use it to tear a big hole in an enemy's pants.When Ravenclaw was eliciting a lot of laughter and complacently at this remark, no one noticed that the Slytherin behind him was unusually low-key, just resting his head on one hand, waving his hands absently. Vine alder stained wand.

The leaves in front of him showed no sign of separation at all, and lay intact on the spot.

"Dissen—Dissener—no, damn it." Scorpius frowned slightly and impatiently pulled over the textbook to reconfirm the correct pronunciation of the spell, but today it seemed that Merlin was going against him, and he forgot to recite the spell. If you forget the rhythm, you can't memorize the spells if you memorize the rhythm, or forget the necessary shaking of your wrist when pronouncing the "s" sound-in the end, there is no doubt that if you don't finish the class, the fresh leaves in front of you will be smashed by his wand. Not split in two with a spell.

Finally, when the class was about to end, Flitwick announced loudly that everyone should hand in the separated leaves—"Don't try to deceive me by tearing them with your hands, I can guarantee that I can read the book at a glance." The professor walked back and forth on the podium, reminding me cheerfully.

The corner of Scorpius' mouth twitched, and he silently threw the leaf that was about to die back to the table. He glanced again unwillingly, and saw that the crowd was chaotically rushing to put his homework in the special room specially prepared by Professor Flitwick. To the students in the basket, the boy raised his wand in a daze and said quickly, "Dissendium! (Left and right separation) — ouch!"

Red light shot out from the tip of the wand quickly, and the leaves were torn apart. Together with his left hand placed on the table, the robe was torn open by magic, and blood rushed out of the wound.The first person to notice this was Melavertina. This usually weak girl covered her face in horror, her eyes widened and she screamed: "Oh my God! Professor Flitwick!"

There was a sudden silence in the classroom.

Professor Flitwick pushed aside the crowd, ran straight from the table and jumped in front of Scorpius: "Alright, Mr. Gretel, raise your hand—this spell shouldn't be recited so fast, otherwise the power will become super powerful. As far as you can imagine, it's my fault, I should have reminded you—" He was talking to himself, and quickly cast a few curses on Scorpius' bloody hand.

The bleeding stopped, but the wound wasn't completely healed.

"The wound is too deep." Professor Flitwick commented dissatisfied. "I'm afraid you will have to go to Ms. Pomfrey, Mr. Gretel." The little professor raised his eyelids and glanced at the head The Slytherin boy who remained silent until the end said, "Magic power will change wonderfully according to the mood of the caster. You may not be able to understand this when you are young-but I must remind everyone today that you will face it in the future." There are so many spells that can only be fully cast by relying on inner emotions, so I wonder what makes your mood so unstable, Mr. Great." By the end, Flitwick had actually become very gentle .

But what he said still made Scorpius' heart sink uncontrollably, so he could only mutter some fragmentary sentences vaguely, and then deliberately let himself be buried in the careful crowd of other second-year Slytherins and left Curse classroom.

"——Ms. Noelja, please escort Mr. Gretel to the medical wing. Go to the medical wing first——except there, there is no first choice."

Professor Flitwick emphasized anxiously behind a group of Slytherins who left in a mighty manner.

"Okay, okay, Professor Flitwick really knows everything." Mylavertina curled her lips dissatisfied, "I want you to go to Professor Snape, his healing potion is much more effective .”

"Oh come on Melavertina," said Scorpius feebly, and now he had to hold up his hands like a real idiot lest the muscle pull would make the wound worse, "This spell is wrong, I can imagine what Professor Snape will say about this, and I don't want to be scolded again."

……

In the medical wing, Scorpius didn't even have time to sit down. Ms. Pomfrey complained that the students always didn't take their bodies seriously, so she roughly poured him a small tube of red potion, which smelled like Scorpius. I don't want to try it a second time in my life.Seeing Slytherin grimacing again and again, his whole face turned into a wrinkled bun, Madam Pomfrey became a little kinder, she grabbed Scorpius' hand, and lightly mixed two bandages : "Don't touch the water, don't move around, and it's best not to move anything heavy—well..." She hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "If you are willing to accept Professor Snape's ridicule, then go Ask him to have a little dragon claw root in his mouth, it will make the wound heal faster."

"I don't want to." Scorpius shook his head firmly.

Ms. Pomfrey seemed to have expected such an answer, and said helplessly: "Then you will be in pain, and you will be fine tomorrow morning at the most."

Led by Scorpius, a large group of sophomores thanked the doctors in the medical room in a dignified manner, and watched the green figures leave in unison. Ms. Pomfrey's facial expression became softer, and she finally muttered "S Laitlins", showing a rare smile, then turned around and continued the cold medicine configuration work that was interrupted just now.

Discussing with their classmates the thesis topic left by Professor Moody in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the second-year Slytherins finally returned to the warm Slytherin common room in the cellar.

There were two people sitting there early.

Draco and Astoria, they weren't too far apart, but they weren't too close either—at least a distance where anyone could see what they'd done.

When the second graders walked into the lounge talking, Draco was looking down at a book carelessly. He was leaning on the sofa, half of his face was imprinted by the firelight from the stove, his face was calm, and there was nothing else What an emotion.Scorpius glanced at Astoria's lips quickly, and found that they were indeed redder than they were at breakfast.

Curling his lips, he decided to take back Pidiandian's plan to apologize to Draco.

"Why are you so together today?" Astoria blushed and stood up from Draco.

"We just got back from the medical wing." Mylavertina shrugged. "Scorpius is injured."

On the sofa by the fire, the fourth-year Slytherin moved, raised his head silently with a slight frown.That gaze was not particularly friendly, the silver-gray pupils were indifferent and carried a hint of gloom that had been well concealed before.

It was uncomfortable to stare at him.Scorpius pretended not to notice, and smiled at Astoria in embarrassment: "There is something wrong with the Separation Curse."

"More than a little. You've got blood all over your sleeve, and it's on your desk," Mylavertina said disapprovingly.

The cold gaze from somewhere immediately shifted from the face to something else, I think it was the sleeves.Scorpius scratched his face in embarrassment and grinned silly.

"Snapped--"

The sound of books closing.

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin, who was silent from the beginning to the end, stood up from the sofa. His clothes were neat and tidy, without any trace of sitting on the sofa. Compared with others, the head of the second-year Slytherin Bad clothes are like a beggar.

Draco walked through the lower grades who were a head shorter than him without looking sideways, and came to the storage cabinet. With a sullen face, he opened a drawer and took out a small paper bag from it. , turned around with terrifying momentum, this time, he walked straight towards the second graders, stopped in front of the boys surrounded in the middle, stretched out his hand to pinch his cold jaw and forcibly pulled it down , stuffed a piece of cold stuff into his mouth.

"Su (yes)...what the hell?" The bitterness at the beginning made Scorpius squeak twice, under Draco's stern gaze, he tensed his back and obediently closed his mouth, the last trace of sweetness came from the tip of his tongue Melt away.

"Dragonclaw roots, I guess." Before Draco could speak, Astoria smiled gently at Scorpius.The platinum nobleman was answered, he just glanced at her indifferently, and didn't say much in the end, and sat back on his seat on the sofa.

The second graders couldn't bear the discomfort and scattered away.Scorpius stood there for a while, seeing that Draco didn't seem to be planning to take care of himself, he turned around and went back to the dormitory silently for the sake of boring himself, he needed a change of clothes.

After closing the door of the dormitory, he glanced at the mirror by the door from the corner of his eye, and Scorpius realized that his face was terribly pale even under the dim light. He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, and finally said to himself seriously: "I didn't play tricks, absolutely not."