[HP] Noble

Scorpius raised an eyebrow and kicked Draco under the table.Prince Slytherin didn't say much, just raised his eyelids, glanced at Scorpius lazily with a warning, then turned his noble head and looked at Ginny Weasley, very He smiled with aristocratic etiquette, and said softly, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

Ginny looked more embarrassed, shook her head quickly, blushed, and staggered away, and a moment later everyone could hear Ron complaining loudly that his sister was making his Butterbeer "at least Half spilled!".

"I thought things would get better for you after the summer break," Scorpius whispered to Draco after the Slytherins had resumed their joking or whispering behavior—and the latter didn't Without expressing too much, before speaking, he even raised his glass to touch Pansy. It was not until Scorpius thought his question would not be answered that he heard the familiar voice of the platinum noble next to him. Briefly: "Obviously, no."

Scorpius curled his lips and turned to talk to Zabini.

Before returning to Hogwarts, the rain became heavier again, patting on the windows of the Hog's Head pub, and the weather outside was also dark, as if night had fallen earlier.Draco glanced at the sky outside, muttering "I hope it's not like this on Friday" and stood up. He pulled out his wand, cast himself a rain charm, and dropped one to Scorpius.

They only hesitated for a moment, and when everyone was crowding towards the door of the Pig's Head Bar, they fell behind again.Draco simply pulled back Scorpius who had just taken a small step, and cast a warming spell on him.

"Okay - there's no need to do this -" Scorpius protested in a low voice, "It's just entering November, and it's too early to use the warming spell... How can you let me live in winter?"

"Don't worry about it." Draco patted the back of the third-year Slytherin's head, his silver-gray eyes stared straight ahead, and said blankly, "I can strengthen the Flying Curse, and I can do it." To strengthen the warming spell."

Scorpius wanted to refute that Draco missed the point at all, but obviously the senior Slytherin didn't intend to give him this chance, because he had already turned to discuss Slytherin Quidditch with Goyle at this time There is a problem with the configuration of the academy team—probably because a few old players graduated this year, and the tacit understanding of the new players is not as high as before.The small hallway in front of the Hog's Head pub was crowded with Hogwarts students - most of them had come to take shelter from the rain, and dinner time was approaching so they couldn't walk into the bar and sit comfortably for a while.

Scorpius saw Harry Potter, and surprisingly, he was with the Ravenclaw girl, and the two seemed to have a good time.

And Scorpius apparently wasn't the only one who had this idea.

"—I always thought that this Ravenclaw was an undercover agent sent by Hufflepuff..." A female voice full of sarcasm came from behind.

"—I mean in terms of IQ and EQ." Pansy, who was standing beside Draco, looked away from the strange pair, and said contemptuously, "Is there something wrong with her brain? Cedric No sooner had Digory died than she was getting involved with a rival of his—not to mention that it was rumored to be Silly Baby Potter—”

"Okay Pansy." Draco lowered his voice, cutting off her angry thoughts, "That's none of our business."

"Oh come on Draco, I can't live without gossip." Pansy gave a disgusted look, "I used to think she was pretty normal, although the hobby of playing Quidditch was a bit rude— — now I think she's really embarrassing the girls."

"She's just a Seeker, she can't be rude." Draco's expression became a little more subtle.

"You're missing the point, Draco—but of course," Pansy said sweetly, as if changing face, suddenly sweet again, "it's not about you, dear, whatever You're very classy all the time, even with that ridiculous broom at Quidditch - well don't stare at me, I mean at least during matches, I'm sure other than Slytherin, Ravenclaw nerds The girls' eyes are glued to you more than looking at those few balls flying around."

Draco didn't answer, probably because he didn't know how to answer.Scorpius lowered his head and sneered at the splashed water droplets on his sleeve.

"Stop smirking, brat." He cast a gloomy glance at Scorpius, dropped such an inexplicable sentence, and then Prince Slytherin walked into the rain alone.

But at this time, the rain was heavier than when they just left the bar, and Scorpius was dumbfounded. Why is he going?

"For Merlin's sake, can anyone get him a raincoat?" asked a long-haired, brown-haired Hufflepuff girl in the crowd, "or a rain charm?"

"Don't worry about it, girl. When Draco learned the Rainproof Charm, you were still wondering why the toy duck quacked in the water." Pansy said in a very unfriendly way, leaning on a dry railing, and then Shrugged at all the boys who watched Draco disappear, "Hurry up to catch up, he must have gone to the Quidditch tool shop at the entrance of the village, it closes at five o'clock, there is still a quarter of an hour from now." After finishing, the black-haired Slytherin girl remained motionless and leaned against the pillar in her original posture, completely ignoring the angry gaze cast on her by the girl who spoke just now.

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other before rushing into the rain without hesitation, and Scorpius noticed that the two big men hadn't even applied a waterproofing charm to themselves.

"I bet they'll wet their panties," muttered, and Scorpius and Zabini rushed into the icy rain.

When Scorpius found Draco, he was busy scribbling on an order form, and his clothes were soaked, of course, and his robes were dripping, but maybe it was because the Rainproof Charm was still in effect , his face and hair didn't look too wet, at most it just touched a little water, and the color of his hair became darker in some places.

The door was pushed open, and when Scorpius walked in, Prince Slytherin didn't look up and said, "The new season has started, and there will be a Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor on Friday. .”

Scorpius: "Oh!"

Draco raised his eyelids and glanced at him lazily, then sneered with special contempt: "It's expected."

"No one told me!" Scorpius put away his pretended composure, and snorted in a particularly unconvinced manner.

"Does it mean I'll tell you by sticking the schedule on your forehead?" Draco slapped the list in front of the boss, and the shop owner quickly glanced at the list with mung bean eyes, and then laughed. After picking a flower, Draco impatiently signed his name in the lower right corner of the other form he handed over, then threw away the quill and walked towards his companions, mouth still teaching -

"You stay with me almost every day, and I happen to be the captain of this whole team."

"You act more like a prefect more often than not."

"I'm indeed a prefect, what do you mean by comparison?" Draco snorted, "If I don't say it all the time, maybe the lunch before the game on Friday can see you swallowing your own plate in surprise."

Scorpius paused, and said, "Surprised, no matter how surprised I am, I won't swallow my plate."

"Even though it's the third year, I'm sorry to have to tell you that your English is still terrible, boy." Drew lazily, Draco waved his wand, this time he didn't use the rain protection It was a curse, but something even more miraculous—it was as if a transparent secret passage had been torn open in the rain curtain, and the rainwater was separated to the two sides, leaving a road about tens of meters long without rain falling at all.

"Moses divides the sea!" Scorpius followed Draco, admiringly said, "I thought only Professor Snape could do it, but you can do it too, Draco."

Zabini was the first to laugh when he thought of Professor Snape walking with his head held high among a group of students who automatically separated from each other.The person who was praised didn't seem to be interested in this humor. He lowered his long and thick eyelashes, pulled the corners of his lips, and said flatly, "Don't be stupid, it's just a simple space curse."

"Oh, the seventh graders are going to cry." Zabini said with a smile.

"Don't act like you can't do it, Blaise." Draco brushed the drooping platinum blonde hair, maybe it was a little wet from the splashing rain before, and now they are darker than the dry place some.And Draco's action exposed the blue and black eye circles under his eyes more clearly, and the gloomy weather seemed to make Draco even more tired - Scorpius thought absently, until Draco Coe raised his voice a third time and called his name.

"—Wh, what? I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now." Scorpius said apologetically.

"Why are you staring at me?" Draco frowned slightly, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, everything is fine." Scorpius replied very calmly, "What did you just say?"

Draco changed his expression, he hooked the corners of his lips, it was a kind of... a malicious smile: "I said, I will show you the song you are going to sing on Friday when I go back later .”

"Singing?" Scorpius was a little overwhelmed. "Singing what—at the Quidditch match? Merlin's socks, Draco, don't you think that's kind of silly?"

"I wrote the lyrics myself, how can I be stupid."

"It was you who thought of pretending to be a dementor to scare Potter back then."

"That's Goyle and Crabbe." Draco frowned seriously. By this time they had reached the gate from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts. Filch was standing there, hunched over, A pair of eyes stared fixedly at the list in his hand, almost becoming cross-eyed.

Scorpius grabbed the wet robe and wrung the water: "Okay, what's the first line of the lyrics?"

Draco: "Weasley is our king."

Scorpius paused, put down his robe, and said expressionlessly: "...I don't want to listen anymore."