[HP] Noble

"—Oh Draco, seriously, you shouldn't tell him to shut up, but you should explain to him that we are normal and pure classmates."

Standing next to a pile of smashed stone statues, armor grumbling and creaking in the corridor looking for his own blown head here and there - squatting next to a dazed seventh-year Ravenclaw, Copi babbled and complained to the person standing behind him, inspecting his injuries - except that Draco's Ripping Curse seemed to have cut his hands and feet a bit too much, everything else was fine - —

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, from behind him, Prince Slytherin looked particularly arrogant and deliberately protracted: "Really, I thought what he said was true."

Lifting up the unconscious man's hand that was riddled with burnt wizard robes, Scorpius froze for a moment, then turned back to look at Draco with wide eyes: "What?"

The latter shrugged: "Lover relationship—remember, sharing the same bed more than once."

"..." The face of the third-year Slytherin was blank and confused for a moment, but soon he recovered his expressionless expression, and said sarcastically, "Did you forget to take your medicine today?"

"Okay, just kidding." Draco said lazily, squatting shoulder to shoulder next to Scorpius, snorting with disgust on his face, "Look at his clothes, it must not be worn, even the recovery The curse didn't help, wait--what did I find?...these burnt holes are still slowly expanding--Honestly, Scorpius, what was that spell you used just now?" Platinum Noble asked with particular interest.

"Fire offering spell - a small fire spell, with a little bit of corrosion effect at the same time, oh yes -" Scorpius stood up and took out another spell that looked messy folded from his pocket, and held it between his fingers Shaking, yellow and white flames burst into flames, and he whispered some spells that Draco couldn't understand at once, when the third-year Slytherin stilled the half-burned rune paper like a dead troll When Searles Deaton was also lying on the floor, his clothes stopped being torn almost immediately.

"Fire talisman—it's a good thing I brought this." Scorpius rolled his eyes, "otherwise the students after class will see a...uh, naked Sils Deaton."

"That's a pretty good idea, I think he might like it." Draco muttered and stood up, brushing the platinum-blonde hair that fell softly between his forehead, and this action made Scorpius notice the light blue color under his eyes Traces, no matter how many "radiance spells" there are, they still can't hide their existence. Scorpius suddenly realized that maybe Draco has been really busy in the recent period.

"It's time to directly warn Potter to keep his mouth shut in front of Umbridge." On the way to the Slytherin dungeon, Scorpius said bluntly, "He can't always hurt you because of his own fault." Then there is no rest."

Prince Slytherin was noncommittal after hearing this, clicked his tongue softly, and said, "I bet Granger probably said something similar to him no less than ten times."

"But he didn't listen." The two stopped in front of the cellar door, and at this moment, two girls from the third grade came out talking and laughing, one of them was Astoria - Scorpius felt a little Embarrassing, since she had a falling out with her sister, even Scorpius hardly talked to her much - at least until Astoria apologized to Daphne, Scorpius didn't think he could act like he used to Treat her as a friend.

And apparently, Astoria thought so too.

Seeing the two people standing outside the door, her gaze swept across Scorpius' face, and she quickly restrained her smile and became a little indifferent.But this indifference didn't last long. When she saw a pile of green and stinky dragon blood on Draco's body, she covered her mouth in surprise: "Merlin, Mr. Malfoy, what's wrong?"

"Stupid Weasley poured a whole test tube of dragon's blood on me." Draco replied nonchalantly, thought for a while, looked at Astoria again, and asked perfunctorily, "Where are you going?"

Astoria seemed happy to be asked, and even her female partner bumped her shoulder with a more obvious playful smile - Scorpius rolled his eyes inwardly.

"I'm going to the library to see if there are any old potions textbooks from the fourth grade." Astoria showed a cute smile, "There is a potion that I am very interested in."

"Oh, yes. Potions are always fun." Draco replied wearily, "Go ahead, see you at dinner, then."

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Malfoy." Astoria smiled sweetly, then turned to Scorpius, "Of course, and you, goodbye, Scorpius."

"—'Of course, and you, Scorpius—'"

Sitting down on the soft sofa in Draco's independent dormitory, Scorpius satirized speechlessly: "It's really obvious by the way."

The platinum aristocrat who was changing his clothes heard the complaint but didn't respond at all. Instead, he slowly took out a new school uniform robe from the closet. When he took off his shirt, he quickly glanced at his wrist—— There was almost some escape emotion in that look. After that look, he frowned slightly, then looked away, and silently buttoned the button on the cuff of the clean shirt.

Scorpius didn't notice this sequence of events, because the huge cupboard door in Draco's bedroom blocked his entire view.

And here, Scorpius' topic has reached the point of "Daphne received a second letter from her mother today, but luckily it wasn't a shouting letter." Draco thought about it, and said very calmly: "Actually, Little Green recently Life is not easy for Glass... Daphne is very popular, and many children in the lower grades like her very much. And the senior students don't buy her account—to be honest, it is indeed too young to be a prefect in the third grade— "

Draco paused, and added: "Of course, this is not the first case in Slytherin."

"Oh," Scorpius stopped in the middle of the sentence, "are you asking me to be more considerate of her?"

"I'm just telling you that a prefect's job is very hard." Draco came out from behind the cabinet and said flatly, "As for what you think, of course I can't control it."

"So you still think she's right?"

"At least from an objective point of view, yes." Draco nodded unavoidably, "The Weasleys are not a good choice."

"You two should get married. It's a happy match."

"Don't be kidding, silly boy." Draco said lightly, leaning in front of the mirror and straightening his silver and green tie skillfully, "It turns out that people think we are a couple-to be honest, I I find this proposal quite constructive."

In this regard, Scorpius yawned a huge yawn——

"We two? Together? - Merlin's socks, Draco, the medicine can't be stopped!"