[HP] Noble

As soon as October is over, the weather is getting colder, and when the days are nearing the end of November, Hogwarts children have to pack their summer clothes and stuff them in the deepest part of the cabinet.On the breakfast table, more and more owls brought thick robe packages, and for the Slytherins, the strange house elf with a family crest pattern that would appear in the common room at any time , it is even more surprising.

In the rainy weather, the fire in the Slytherin common room was a little hotter than usual.After breakfast, Scorpius returned to the common room, sat comfortably on the soft chair by the window, absently flipping through a book on herbal medicine, occasionally he would see a green-skinned merman coming from the window Swimming quickly, it brought countless bubbles and water marks.

Until Draco came in from the outside with a tired face, picked up the book on his lap unceremoniously, snapped it closed, and threw it back on the table: "Stop pretending, this is what you read at breakfast Page—it's time for us to go."

Scorpius glanced at the platinum nobleman, hesitantly: "It's raining outside."

"It's stopped, and it's blowing now," Draco said. "Listen, Gretel. My ink bottle won't pour a drop of ink even if I turn it on, and you've emptied the candy jar in the bedroom." — even the strangest flavors are spared, and the buttons on my thick robes need a better fit — why shouldn't we go to Hogsmeade on a fine weekend?"

"It's raining outside," Scorpius emphasized. "How can it be a good weekend?"

"Move your lazy ass and stand up." Draco began to look annoyed, "I'm not talking to you, this is a statement."

"Okay." Scorpius stood up helplessly, so Draco seemed a little satisfied, and raised his pointed jaw: "Hurry up, Pansy and the others said they would wait for us at the Pig's Head before lunch past."

Scorpius answered vaguely, put on his autumn robe, and hurriedly grabbed a handful of high-grade cat food from the table and put it into Gray Ball's food bowl. It lifted its furry head from the sofa cushion, walked over with not very light steps, stretched out its head to look, and then slapped the food bowl over with one paw.

He turned his head and grunted dissatisfiedly at its owner.

"It's the other way around." Scorpius rolled his eyes, "You only have this today, so there's no need to discuss it."

Not far away, Draco was busy buttoning his robe. Hearing the commotion here, he raised his head and glanced, lazily prolonging and emphasizing: "Maybe you should fold it with Pansy's Scotland." ear cat, I remember it had fresh cans of salmon there."

Scorpius was busy turning over the upside-down food bowl and complained: "Your cat is as arrogant and picky as you are."

"That's your cat," Draco said emphatically, "it's yours if it's given to you—well, come here."

"What's the matter?" Scorpius walked over, tiptoed to look, Draco let go of his hand so that he could see clearly, Scorpius looked carefully at the collar of Draco's robe for a moment, "This button It doesn't seem to match the buttonhole."

Prince Slytherin slapped his hands away impatiently: "Madam Malkin has become more and more careless in the finishing work of her robes recently, which is one of the reasons why I am going to Hogsmeade, if it is not for Hogs Watts' uniform dictates what to do there, and I'd really like to—"

"Did anyone tell you that Madam Malkin's robe shop is actually the Gretel family's ancestral business?"

Draco froze for a moment, then said, "No."

"Now you know." Scorpius said dryly, "Customer feedback is welcome, and I will report the situation to my superiors."

……

Perhaps it was indeed because of the weather that Hogsmeade seemed a bit deserted even though it was the weekend.Hogwarts students can only be seen in bars or dessert shops on the street. In a shop selling magic materials, Scorpius met Firs Deaton again. There was no conflict, the seventh-year Ravenclaw just rolled his eyelids and gave him a gloomy glance, then picked up all the materials he bought, and hurried away.

When Scorpius mentioned this to Draco afterwards, Draco seemed to regret agreeing to let the third-year Slytherins wander alone while he went shopping for ink bottles.

"Hogsmeade is not all good people." Sitting in the Hog's Head bar, surrounded by a group of Slytherins, Draco seemed a little indifferent, "This place is more like a combination of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley— —If you have access, you'll find that Hogsmeade hides deeper than Knockturn Alley."

"So?" Scorpius took a sip of his butterbeer.

Pansy giggled cheerfully beside her.

"So," Draco's voice was very stiff, "don't leave five steps away from me until you can't guarantee that you can protect yourself."

"You arbitrarily extended the short-term protection team for Scorpius by two years, Draco." Pansy admired, "It's not easy."

"It's such a bloody tradition," Draco said deadpan, "Of course I didn't mean to offend Salazar Slytherin. I was just getting a little annoyed by that little French girl, plus a Umbridge, that mad woman finds something for me to do every day—"

Seeing that the main point was finally reached, the other people who had been looking around and chatting in low voices also sat up a little bit, and concentrated on listening to their leader.

"She wants to set up a patrol team." Draco frowned slightly, "Catch the students who are dating in the corridor, and there are more than three piles gathered together now—she calls this an illegal organization."

"Like Potter and the others?" Zabini raised the corners of his lips and said pointingly. He put one hand on the armrest of the armchair and pointed at him with the other hand.

All the Slytherins looked in the direction he pointed - it was a very remote corner of the Pig's Head pub, if you didn't look carefully, you would definitely not find it, and now it was crowded with Hogwarts students - — that was enough to drive Umbridge mad, and in the middle of them sat the Savior of Gryffindor, looking... agitated and disturbed.Hermione Granger was beside him, passing a parchment-like thing among the crowd, everyone took it with different expressions, and wrote something on it——

It should have signed his name.

"Do you think they'd mind showing me that parchment?" Draco said sarcastically, "So I don't have to patrol the chilly corridors like a piece of armor every day, umm That's the parchment that Richie wants."

Goyle and Crabbe laughed together at Draco's not-so-funny humor.

At this moment, a submissive female voice sounded in the noisy bar.

"No, they didn't do anything, it was just Hermione's House-Elf Protection Society list."

Goyle and Crabbe stopped laughing.

Draco raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned around. At this moment, he saw a girl squeezed in from the crowd—she still held two glasses of drinks in her hand, and some beer might have been spilled because of the crowd. His cuffs were wet - it looked like it had been sent off by Ron.

Ginny Weasley stood in front of a group of Slytherins, looking a little uneasy.

Even in the dimly lit Hog's Head, Scorpius could clearly see her blushing, as shy as a little girl is when she talks to a boy she likes.