[HP] Noble

Professor Wen Xin, who disappeared on Christmas Day, reappeared in the teacher's seat on the second day after Christmas, with thick dark circles under his eyes-this made most of the girls both excited and sad.Scorpius even heard a sixth-year girl in Ravenclaw say that she had to throw away the love potion she had prepared because it didn't have a long shelf life.

Hogwarts has always been a place that is good at creating and spreading gossip about change.With Christmas in the past, most people like to bring up this special Christmas as a topic, and usually there will be a very magical unfolding of God.For example, one morning, when Professor Wen Xin just left the auditorium, a Hufflepuff boy stood up and loudly announced to everyone who would pay attention to him that when he went out of the auditorium to find the bathroom on Christmas Eve, he had seen Wen Xin. Professor Xin was with a "mysterious man in ancient Chinese clothes", "I don't know what they are doing, but I think it should be kissing." The boy whose name Scorpius didn't know emphasized seriously.

"Come on, Reece, you're the only one who can tell stories." Daphne Greengrass said disdainfully at the Slytherin table. "When did you leave the auditorium when you were with your little girlfriend that night?"

The boy named Reese's complexion changed, and he looked rather unhappy and gloomy: "There are times when you can't see me, cousin."

"Shut up, of course I won't keep staring at you, because I don't know you well." Daphne rolled her eyes gracefully and turned back.To the Slytherins who were staring at her, snorted in particular contempt, "He must have spent a whole week working on this story, believe me, or he wouldn't have endured it till today."

Scorpius laughed dryly—a mysterious man in ancient Chinese clothes?Is Christmas dating a domestic zombie? ... Tsk tsk, a senior is a senior, as expected, he is always on the cutting edge of trends.

Afterwards, Scorpius wanted to find an opportunity to ask Wenxin where he had gone, but his brother didn't give him the opportunity to gossip.Wenxin didn't seem to be very happy to appear in the lower grade classes, but I heard from Draco that there were four spells classes a week in the fourth grade, and Wenxin usually appeared two or three times.

"He looks busy," Draco said thoughtfully. "If you're looking for him, it's probably only in the auditorium."

Scorpius wrinkled his face: "Rush to the teacher's seat in full view of everyone? Think about it, the person next to him is Professor Snape-so, never." After finishing speaking, he paused, his eyes twinkling looked at Draco brightly.

It's a pity that the platinum nobles don't like his set - or rather, they're tired of it.He sneered mercilessly at the boy who was looking at him earnestly, and said, "Don't look at me like that, boy. I don't have time to ask you these things. Real nobles don't care about those messy gossips."

"Nonsense, Pansy will."

"I'm a girl," said the girl whose name was called, stopping to trim her nails, "and I'm not gossip, oh little Scorpius, you're annoying, I just need a better understanding of my living environment— Daphne, don't you think so?"

"Yes." Daphne nodded, and turned over a page of the witch's fashion magazine on her lap with a calm face, "If I have to restrain myself from understanding these things in depth, I will die."

Pansy showed a hideous giggle.

Daphne snorted contemptuously, and Scorpius trembled. This senior Slytherin girl had always made him feel uncomfortable.

As if seeing Scorpius's little tricks, Daphne glanced at him with a smile in the corner of her eyes, and finally, as if she decided to let him go, she turned her head to Pansy: "Don't laugh so horribly, crazy woman. Come and see , do you have a membership to this store? Their new gowns for spring look really good... It's annoying that they only accept pre-orders from members."

What store is so cool?Scorpius stretched his head curiously and glanced...and then...

I didn't see any big difference between these "nice" clothes and what Pansy and the others were wearing now.

Pansy leaned over, glanced twice, and said hesitantly, "I don't. But it's pretty—"

Scorpius: "Uh, I think..."

"It's this model, how did they choose it? It looks so annoying—oh! The more you look at it, the more annoying it becomes! I'm buying clothes, not to watch her perform." She was wearing a new gown in the book, busy He poked at the model who was posing and showing off the clothes.

"So do you want to buy it or not?" Daphne snapped the book shut, and Pansy's nails nearly destroyed the book.

Scorpius was embarrassed: "Well, I want to say..."

"Buy, why don't you buy it." Pansy brushed her hair, "Draco has a member of this store, and I saw him have this last semester."

"..." Scorpius silently turned his head towards Draco.

The platinum nobleman raised his eyebrows, leaned lazily on the soft sofa and played chess in his hand, and asked lazily, "Which store?"

"Let me take a look - Mrs. Li Si's gown haute couture shop." Daphne glanced at it.

"Yes, I have a membership." Draco said, "Write me the code you want, and I will send an owl tomorrow. During the two weeks before and after Christmas, this store seems to charge extra for each piece of custom-made clothes." Ten Galleons...forget it, I don’t remember, if you want, I’ll get it for you.”

Get a satisfactory answer.Pansy and Daphne looked at each other with a smile, and Pansy said sweetly: "At this time, I am very sure that no one in the world can love you more than me, Your Royal Highness—oh yes, Scorpius dear, What were you trying to say just now?"

Scorpius: "...no, nothing."

In some ways, he'd never get to know Slytherin.This realization made Scorpius suddenly feel very panic-Merlin knew that he didn't want to be the one with the worst grades in Slytherin, and he didn't want to be the "famous Slytherin bumpkin".

Glancing furtively at Draco, well, if Draco hasn't started picking on him yet, he's still…

"Don't look at me, boy, you're not old enough to flick through fashion magazines," said the Slytherin prince.

"..."

I see.Scorpius was relieved.

Once Christmas was over, the date of the second project on February 2 seemed a lot closer.Harry carried the golden egg with him to and from class every day, and the students had learned to be ok with it by now—even to pity him a bit, because he didn't seem to have a clue, and besides, he had Score was distracted and busy preparing for the provisional school team qualifiers.

Draco had come back from the Quidditch pitch once and told them that Potter was so distraught that he was about to fly into the sky with his golden egg the size of his head to catch the Snitch.

Everyone laughed at that time.

Of course... this is also thanks to the fact that Draco was telling it as a joke.

In the middle of January, the students of Hogwarts once again came to the grass that once welcomed Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.Today is the day when the Durmstrang Quidditch team visits.

It is still winter in Britain in January, and occasionally there is still heavy snowfall, and there is always a thick layer of white fog on the windows, and the outside scenery cannot be seen.The grass was still covered with thick snow and ice, and no one wanted to clean it, because most people thought it would be very pleasant to stand in the warmth of the castle and look at the white snow.

Students from various colleges crowded and stood together in a mess, apparently the cold weather made them less disciplined.Scorpius let out a puff of breath, gathered his winter cloak, and nagged to the platinum-haired Slytherin next to him: "Draco, you should take out Beetui and put it in the public rest room." indoors, it will freeze."

"What makes you think I don't have a constant fire in my room?" Draco, impatiently read, gave second-year Slytherins a sideways look.

"I always thought not," Scorpius paused. "Poor house-elves, they have to keep an eye on which stove is going to go out when no one is in the room."

"Save that to Hermione Granger, she might cuddle with you and cry for a while. But for me, house-elves exist for labor—" De Laco emphasized bitterly, "Of course, unfortunately, in fact I think their thinking is probably closer to mine."

"Okay, you win, I don't think it's a good idea to discuss house elves with Hermione." Scorpius muttered and stomped his feet, took out the flame stone he got from Draco before, rubbed it, "It can't be done, my face is going to be shattered from the cold - can they still come?"

"—Listen, Harry! I think their boat might have been frozen in the lake half way through!" As if to answer Scorpius' question, not far away, Ron Weasley was excited Plus a little gloating voice came.The Gryffindor had been vocal about his "dislike" for Durmstrang since Christmas, because, according to Hermione, "his older brothers (that is, George and Fred) ) did not get on well with Klum".

This is Mr. Ron Weasley's divine logic.

And no one can shake it.

Thinking of the basilisk fang he gave away again, Scorpius curled his lips. When he sent it to Professor Snape's office, he was almost put in confinement for it-the reason was wandering around with a first-class dangerous substance . ...For God's sake, Scorpius thought, Class [-] dangerous goods can be given as Christmas presents, so what if I take them for a walk?

I used all kinds of boredom to step on the snow under my feet, changed to another hole, and continued to step on it.

It wasn't until Scorpius stepped on the pits all around him that he couldn't get off his feet, and Durmstrang was moored by the boat by the lake, and there was a wave of water vibration.

It was as if something was about to break through a thin layer of ice on the lake.

Everyone stopped talking, and everyone stared at the lake closely—although they had seen it once, it was still quite new to them.

A crack appeared on the ice surface, and after that, the crack on the ice surface spread rapidly in all directions like a spider web.It was still the same huge Durmstrang-style ship, rubbing against the side of the one that had already been moored there, and slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Karkaroff and Durmstrang's students had already been waiting by the lake.

The door of the big ship opened, and one after another came down... Krum.

"Each one of them is the size of Krum!" Scorpius said in disbelief. "My God! If it wasn't rude, I'd like to ask them what they grew up on."

...you know impolite...and that awful adjective.Draco shook his head behind the second-year Slytherin, speechless as he didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, his sleeve was pulled violently, and the excited voice of the boy came from the front——

"My God, Draco! Come out and see the bears!"

Draco looked up subconsciously, and saw an extremely tall boy slowly walking out at the end of the school team slowly walking out of Durmstrang's boat.

He was at least two hundred centimeters tall, and he was as big as a moving hill.With a tall nose bridge and dark blue pupils, he is a very handsome German.

"I'm going to transfer to Durmstrang." Pansy's decisive voice floated from the side.

"Oh don't be silly, girl, it's an all-boys school," Zabini said contemptuously.