[HP] Noble

Of course Scorpius wasn't singing that dreadful song to Draco's return, because there was a curfew that night, and when Draco came back, the third-year Slytherins were already whimpering sweetly in their beds - and In fact, even an hour before Friday's game, when Draco brought up the song again at the breakfast table, Scorpius just remembered the line "Weasley was born in a dustbin" .

Draco was called away by Professor Snape just when Draco looked like he was about to give Scorpius a hard time with a scowling look on his face.

When he came back, his face was full of joy.

"..." Scorpius never thought that Professor Snape would save his life one day.

"Potter is suspended." The smile on Draco's face was sincere and elegant. He picked up the toast in front of him and spread some butter on it. It lasted 10 minutes under the roof."

"It seems that you think highly of Potter." Scorpius propped his chin and said thoughtfully.

"—Oh, don't," Pansy, who was cutting the bacon on the other side of the table, stopped and looked up with false horror, "Scorpius, how can you say that!"

"I'm not angry with you yet, boy, you'd better calm down!" Draco restrained his laugh, and glanced at Scorpius in warning, suddenly his expression changed, and he raised his hand unnaturally, "What's the matter with you? What are you doing staring at my hand?"

"I do not have."

"No, you have." Draco said skeptically, "...there is nothing wrong with this robe, it was made to order in Germany at the end of my summer vacation this year - don't worry, it won't threaten your 'family industry'."

"...whatever." The latter shrugged indifferently, and yawned lazily.

"What's the matter?" Draco looked Scorpius up and down, and finally his silver-gray eyes stopped, and his gaze stayed on the light blue under the eyelids of the third-year Slytherin, "Didn't get a good rest last night or something? You stayed up late - no, I wouldn't believe you stayed up late for class."

Scorpius yawned and froze for a while. After thinking for a while, he said lightly: "It's just some messy dreams, it's nothing, Draco, I wish you the best of luck in the game."

"Of course, Gryffindor is destined to be vulnerable today."

After proudly saying this, Draco dropped the napkin in his hand and stood up.The conversation at the dinner table became quieter. Some people focused their attention on their Slytherin prince. People of different grades stood up one after another at the table. There were boys and girls of course, but the only thing in common was It's that they all wear the Quidditch uniforms that symbolize the Slytherin Quidditch House team.

They were the first of the four academy teams to leave the auditorium with a full 45 minutes to go.

"—When Face Potter and the others laughed at Draco for trading a few broken halos for the chance to enter the academy team, I especially wanted to give them a big mouth." Pansy said gracefully, "and now,' The fact that it did it for me - exciting, that slap on the face - if you ask me, there is no more serious and competent captain than Draco, he is really good, isn't he ?”

"Oh, of course." Looking at the back of the platinum nobleman, Scorpius said absently, "Of course, there's nothing to doubt about it, Pansy."

……

After Draco and the others left, people in the auditorium left one after another. The second group to leave was the Gryffindor team. Potter followed inside, but Scorpius noticed that he was not wearing the gold and red shirt. jersey - it seems that Draco's information is accurate, Porter is indeed suspended, at least judging from the hesitant look on his face.Aside from the welcome news that Potter is about to be absent from the Quidditch field, what's surprising is that Scorpius saw him in a bulb on the Gryffindor team. Ginny Weasley, she looked a little nervous, but she was much better than the first-time contestant in the team.

"If she's not so skittish, she might indeed be a potential stock."

An indifferent female voice sounded behind her, and Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, then looked back subconsciously, and unexpectedly found that it was Daphne Greengrass standing behind her.

"I thought you left with Pansy."

"She asked to go to the bathroom before the game." Daphne showed some impatience on her face, but everyone who knew her well knew that whenever this beautiful girl talked about something she was accustomed to pampering, she would show such an expression , "In order to wait for her, I fell behind - what are you doing?"

"In a daze," said Scorpius, "perhaps."

"Maybe you want to tell me about your dream?" Daphne smiled a little.

"No," Scorpius retorted, "I refuse to discuss anything professional with you."

"Come on, kid, don't be so serious." Daphne rolled her eyes in an unladylike way, "I can't predict the future anytime, anywhere, obviously you've been brainwashed by that woman who sleepwalks all day long - take it easy , Dreams, most of them are "dreams at night" because of "thinking in the day", although most of the cases are nonsense, but at some subtle moment, it can usually indicate something."

"Professor Trelawney is losing her job and we'd better stop talking about her."

"Okay, don't talk about her, talk about your dream."

"Don't tell me if you kill me."

"I guess it's about Draco?"

"...how could you start this topic without consulting me—well, it's kind of—" Scorpius gave Daphne a whining sideways look, and the smile on her face deepened, so Scorpius Regretted, "Let's go to the game."

Standing up in a hurry, Scorpius patted the non-existent dust on his buttocks, stumbled and followed the end of the Hufflepuff line, and Daphne sat on the edge of the Slytherin table all the time, never Follow up and ask——sometimes, Slytherin's little habit of sticking to the rules brings people a lot of convenience. At least for this moment, Scorpius is grateful to his predecessors.

He did dream about Draco.

In Scorpius' dream, at the breakfast table, when the owl flew in through the window at the top of the auditorium as usual, suddenly the magic sky over the auditorium was disabled—

The dark clouds outside were really covering everyone, the sky was as dark as night, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and the torrential rain came down like hail, and it hit the top of the crystal with a loud noise, the sound was like the next second It will drip through the top of the crystal.Dumbledore stood up from the professor's chair with a serious face. He used a fluorescent flash and announced loudly to everyone - "They are coming!"

At first no one knew what the so-called "they" were, but soon, they came.

The glass crystal top over the auditorium shattered, and two white western dragons with wings staggered into the Hogwarts auditorium, breathing flames.The crowd scattered in horror, some were screaming, some were crying, the professors suddenly disappeared, and the scene was in chaos.

The two dragons looked very angry. They lowered their heads and looked around as if they were looking for something.The flames burned the entire long table of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and the fire became the only light source in the auditorium. Scorpius took a step back, but suddenly bumped into a person.

He looked back and saw Draco with a pale face. The usually pale fifth-year Slytherin was so cold at that moment as if all the blood had froze.As if feeling the gaze of Scorpius in his dream, he lowered his head, all the panic on his face suddenly disappeared, and Draco showed his best mocking smile that he has always been good at, and he slightly curled the corners of his lips, revealing a cold smile , to Scorpius: "They're coming for me, and they're going to kill me."

Then suddenly he grabbed Scorpius' wrist, very hard - it felt so real, so real that it was hard to believe it was just a dream.

As the two dragons walked towards them, Draco unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. Under the white shirt, from the wrist up, his entire arm was covered in white scales, as if he hadn't seen Scorpius. With a horrified expression, Draco's emotions were as calm as if he had told him such a thing 800 million years ago, and his tone was flat without any ups and downs. He said: "Look, I said it a long time ago, they will come sooner or later of."

——Thanks to Merlin, the dream ends here.

A fool also knows that this is not a very good dream.

On the way to the Quidditch field, the outside sun shines through the windows of Hogwarts Castle, and people can really feel the temperature of the sun.When they approached the exit leading to the Quidditch field, they could already vaguely hear the sound of chaotic playing music and cheering and screaming from the crowd.

It's unquestionably a fine day.

Seeing the familiar Slytherin green figure swiftly passing by the players' entrance, Scorpius made up his mind not to tell anyone about this nightmare.

No one.