[HP] Noble

Dear my son Scorpius:

I had an engagement letter from Dilja Brest, and as I happen to remember, I had only one son.

Explanation.

Your bewildered father.

At a loss, how the hell am I innocent?Scorpius sighed, and under Pansy's mocking eyes, he stuffed the family letter under his buttocks—in the Slytherin common room, there are only a few people left, most of them I went to watch the Hogwarts school team's temporary tryout, it must be very lively outside, and maybe the sun is just right.

Every cell in Scorpius was clamoring to leave the cellar and go for a walk.

But no.

Since receiving the terrible Versailles pirate rose on Valentine's Day, there have been countless gossips and direct physical attacks from all directions - a Quidditch school captain from another school, Scorpius thought about it but couldn't figure out who he was Why can there be such a bloodbath.At first, Draco and his party were happy to watch jokes, but since they were almost hit by a dung egg in the library, things seemed to have become weird, and the only place Scorpius could go disappeared.He found the dungeon to be the safest place he could think of - Slytherins love to talk about this kind of gossip, but they never take it to heart, after finding out that he can still talk to his Slytherin classmates normally After talking with them, Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief, and tried his best not to appear in crowded public places again. Now, he felt that his life was worse than that of a mouse.

All thanks to the Daily Prophet.

The newspaper that was afraid of chaos in the world has changed its career and started a gossip entertainment weekly.

On the second day of Valentine's Day, one-eighth of the page was about Scorpius. To keep it as a souvenir, Scorpius asked Draco to bring an anti-corrosion and waterproof spell. treasured up--

"I'm going to show it to my son in the future!"

With some kind of strange belief, Scorpius finally learned those complicated spells on the day of the school team tryouts. As soon as Draco left, Scorpius found two people from the dormitory on the back. The Daily Prophet on May [-]th, began trying to cast layer after layer of protective spells on the paper, and as Scorpius did so, he said sarcastically, "I'm going to let my son know, How coquettish his father was back then."

"Poor Scorpius." Contrary to what he said, Pansy said very sympathetically.

Scorpius curled his lips and said meanly: "Okay, Pansy, I'm not blind yet, the word 'serve it' is written all over your face."

Pansy giggled unabashedly.

Scorpius snorted: "Tsk tsk, listen to what they write—'First Draco Malfoy, although he is mean, but I must admit that he is a handsome and elegant wizard nobleman—and I believe that Malfoy Fortuna was Scorpius Gretel's first love, and from the very beginning, the two of them were bound together because of Slytherin's strange rules, even at the dinner table, they sat together. Then Harry Potter Special, the two of them participated in this year's Christmas ball together as the opening dance partner - because of Gretel, the relationship between Potter and Malfoy is getting worse. This year in the auditorium, the two had an out-of-control contest, which involved Got a professor, but Gretel helped Malfoy teach the professor a lesson... oh, I shouldn't say too much (she's said enough! Scorpius flicks the newspaper angrily), but I want to say, Yes I didn't think, why would Mr Dirga Brest... that's a German, from Durmstrang, his father is the famous Auror Director of the German Ministry of Magic, oh it was designed a few years ago The one in Azkaban. I really don't know...maybe the boy might have some hidden charm, or maybe he's good at concocting enchantment potions - in the end, I've even heard, that Ron Weiss Lai also gave her own chocolate on Valentine's Day, of course, it was for Gretel.'——The above is from a Hogwarts student girl who knew about it."

"Love Potion!" Scorpius said indignantly. "Do I look like someone with a low rank?"

Pan Xi took a sip of tea and nodded firmly: "Like."

Scorpius smacked his lips: "Come on, Pansy, in fact, I very much doubt that this person is you—come on, don't you? Say it, and I'm definitely not mad at you."

Taking the newspaper that Scorpius threw viciously on the chessboard, he recalled it again. Pansy, who was still reading it with gusto, couldn't stand up laughing on the sofa, and wiped the corner of his eyes after hearing Scorpius' question. Tears, out of breath, said: "No, hehehehe, my dear, it's really not me this time."

"I've never doubted the fact that you're a foreign spy for the Daily Prophet—at least not many people know about the fact that I received Weasley's chocolates." Scorpius raised his eyebrows suspiciously asked.

"Paper can't hold fire. And this has always been a traditional Hogwarts project-whoever gives you chocolates, the next day, as long as someone is interested in you, then the whole school will know whether you received it or not." Whose chocolates came from, and which ones did they give away. My boy." Pansy flicked her hair, explaining with rare patience.Scorpius' expression loosened a bit. When everyone couldn't stand the temptation and went to watch the Quidditch selection, only Pansy chose to stay with him. To be honest, for Scorpius Great, whose heart is very fragile now For Mr. Wang, this behavior is simply a thoughtful way of helping.

Although he knew, in fact, a bigger part of the reason was that Pansy himself didn't like Quidditch very much.The view of the Slytherin girls is: Watching Quidditch is equivalent to watching a man in another state.

"—But I can't bear to look up, and all the men I can see have your name written all over them." After staying, Pansy said to Scorpius seriously.

Scorpius rolled his eyes and threw himself onto the couch.

Pansy was still babbling: "Weasley, Potter, Draco, and Dillard Brest—Merlin's beard, the number is really amazing, isn't it? Two-thirds of the Quidditch Odd team!"

"I'm going crazy, Pansy." Scorpius covered his ears, rolled over heavily, and muttered, "Can't we change the subject?—"

"Yes," said cheerfully, "Hey Draco, the selection went well?"

Scorpius sat up from the sofa with a "crash".

Seeing the platinum nobleman whose robe was splashed with a little muddy water, he dragged his broom—the broom has been silent since the green flower buds grew last month, and the leaves don't seem to become more lush .Bending over tiredly, he walked in from the entrance of the Slytherin common room. Draco's silver-gray eyes were fixed, and he scanned the Slytherin common room.Behind him was Zabini, Goyle, Crabbe and a large group of relatives and friends. Of course, the closest to Draco was Astoria.Now, she was tiptoing, trying to wipe Draco's face with her handkerchief—

Draco dodged the wiping motion.

"Is it raining outside?" Scorpius asked lightly.

The Slytherin cellar is located at the bottom of the lake, and there is no sunshine all the year round-if it is an annoying rainy day, it can make Scorpius, who has not been able to go out to watch the trials, feel more balanced.

Draco hummed, and sat down next to him with a steamy body.Scorpius subconsciously moved his buttocks and backed away a little, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and found that the latter looked like a drowned rat, with platinum-blond hair stuck to Draco's pale cheeks because of the wet water, and along the way There was a small water mark flowing out of his bun, and his robe was tightly attached to his body, and the neckline was torn apart randomly. Scorpius was surprised to find that Draco had ceased to be Where he had been frighteningly thin before, he was now muscular and much taller.

So strong that many girls blushed and kept aiming at Prince Slytherin's open neckline.

Scorpius: "Why don't you use the Waterproof Charm?"

"It's too late." Draco frowned slightly, and said impatiently, "In the middle of the match, it suddenly rained. The rain was heavy, and three of them slipped off the broom."

Scorpius nodded: "Oh, who is selected in the end?"

Pansy: "Half a Quidditch team."

Scorpius breaks down: "Oh come on! Pansy! Shut up!"

Pansy: "Hehehe."

Draco looked back and forth between the two blankly at first, and said slowly: "I, Potter, the Weasley twins, and two Chasers, one from Hufflepuff and one from Ravencquer Law—they are all members of the academy team." Then, Prince Slytherin paused, and put on a more subtle expression, "Wait, I suddenly seem to understand the meaning of the 'Half Quidditch' team. Interesting."

Pansy laughed even louder.

Draco said blankly: "It's a pity that the red mole was one of the members who slid off the broom, otherwise you would be complete, Mr. Gretel - it was the day of the official competition, and shouting 'Come on' might be a bit overwhelming." Busy, look, most of the flying in the sky have something to do with you."

"Shit, what do I have to do with Potter?"

"Where's Weasley?"

"He is willing to have a crush on me, what can I do?"

"You are quite proud."

"I do not have!"

"Then what do you do with his chocolate?"

Scorpius opened his eyes wide and stared at Draco in disbelief: "You were by his side when he stuffed the chocolate over, what did you do then?"

The platinum noble frowned slightly: "What kind of answer is this?"

"Well, tell me about yourself, Mr. Malfoy," Scorpius snorted sarcastically, "don't forget that you were my first love in the Daily Prophet!"

As a result, Draco casually wiped the dripping hair with the soft towel handed over by Astoria, and the soft platinum hair became messy, instead of staying where they should be soft and docile as usual .After hearing what Scorpius said, he wiped his hair for a while, stared at Scorpius with solemn eyes for a while, and when the latter began to move his butt uneasily, he changed into a lazy expression, calm and breezy Said, "Stop wishful thinking, boy."

So Scorpius was so angry that he missed a glass of pumpkin juice for dinner that day.