[HP] Noble

"——Seriously, Draco, Potter was hurt by you, are you going to walk to the place you agreed on like nothing happened, and continue your course as if nothing happened?"

In the Slytherin common room, Scorpius rested his chin on one hand and yawned listlessly.Draco Malfoy stood on the carpet beside him, adjusting his tie expressionlessly in front of a critical and nagging magic mirror - a magic mirror that was always making comments on everyone who passed it, only Be a little more polite to Draco...Scorpius thinks it probably has something to do with Draco being the only one who takes his reminder to adjust the direction of his tie seriously.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" The platinum noble raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "Should I still apologize to him? 'I'm sorry, silly baby Potter, I shouldn't have ruined your innocent first love'? "

"Potter should have cursed you out of his mind."

"If he has, I'll find out tonight," Draco said languidly. "He hasn't improved at all, and his brain is so weak that a random person can read all the knowledge he wants-if he If you do, I bet he'll regret to his death why he went to Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor? But I heard you have a bad relationship with Potter because he refused to be friends with you."

Draco froze his hands, and glanced at Scorpius with an expression of unknown emotion from the mirror. Emphasis: "Just heard."

"Who said that?"

"Oh, the mirror is right in front of you, Draco, why don't you take a look at it - look at the expression on your face, it's telling me clearly: for the sake of that person's personal safety, you can't just kill him. "

Draco turned his head and glanced at himself in the glasses, but he didn't feel any difference.I didn't pursue it any further, thought about it silently, and finally curled the corners of my lips, pulled out a mean smile and mocked lightly: "Rumors."

"Rumors." Scorpius nodded solemnly, and repeated.

Facts have proved that gloating is wrong.

That night, when Scorpius was holding a herb book that hadn't read a few pages, and finished the brief conversation in the afternoon with Pansy and others with a smile, Filch's harsh and ugly whistle, which represented the beginning of the curfew time, The sound rang out.

"I warned him a hundred times not to blow his disgusting whistle in front of the cellar door." Pansy frowned in disgust, then suppressed her smile and stood up, followed by Daphne, Astoria, and There were two other fifth grade girls, and the girls said goodnight to the boys very politely.

Scorpius got up from the sofa and subconsciously looked at the door, which was tightly closed, and Draco had just walked out of it 15 minutes ago.What attracted Scorpius to look back was the slight cat meowing from behind, and Pansy's soft coaxing voice, "My dear girl, it's time for us to go to bed"... Looking back, Pansy's gray Scottish dog The fold-eared cat clung to her arms, struggling unrulyly.

...In the second month after Greyball arrived at Hogwarts, Scorpius was already doomed not to be able to hold Grayball in such a posture.

...and now...

Wait, where's the damn fat cat?

Scorpius looked around blankly, and called "gray" a few more times, but the surroundings were quiet, and the level of quiet was simply chilling.

"Hey, Scorpius, is there any trouble?" Astoria's voice sounded from beside her. Unexpectedly, she didn't follow the girls back to the main group in the dormitory, but fell behind for some reason. She stood on tiptoe and looked around, "Where did the gray ball go?"

"Obviously that's the trouble," Scorpius said dryly. "Twenty-ten minutes ago it was sitting on Draco's lap."

"Merlin, could it be that it went out with Draco?" Astoria showed a worried expression, "But now there is a curfew, and Hogwarts at night is very dangerous. It's not Draco, I..." At this point, she suddenly closed her mouth and said very apologetically, "Sorry Scorpius, I didn't mean to worry you."

"It's okay, I'm worried enough." Scorpius snorted depressingly, "It's as if I can't survive the semester without looking for pets after curfew once a semester. I used to look for sunspots—"

As he spoke, he walked towards the gate. The Slytherin cellar was a bit cold at night, and the dark corridors were deserted, only the dim candles flickering on both sides of the corridor. To be honest, it didn't feel very good.Wrapping the autumn robe tightly around his body, Scorpius fumbled out his wand and used a fluorescent flash. The sufficient light reassured him. Looking back, Astoria was still standing in the middle of the common room.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally waved to her, and the door to the common room closed behind Scorpius.

In the common room, the crackling of dry firewood in the fire became the only sound left in the common room after the crowd dispersed.The third-year Slytherin girl restrained the worried expression on her face, and instantly became indifferent and arrogant. She brushed back her long and thick golden curly hair, "Tsk." Impatiently, she made a nasal sound, facing the completely closed The door showed a disdainful expression, turned around and walked up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory without looking back.

……

Gently moving his wrist, Scorpius watched the yellow-white talisman burn out in his hand. This is a very simple talisman that shields the unique aura of a person. It is usually used when people hunt or expel ancient gods and beasts. use to.Pulling out his wand again, he cast a dark spell on his surroundings neatly, "Lumos." Scorpius muttered and shook his wrist, and a bright light shot out from the tip of his wand.

Now if he was careful, neither Filch nor his damned cat would notice a non-prefect wandering outside after curfew.

Hogwarts at night is not the same as during the day, at night it simply becomes a gloomy Dracula castle - even the ghosts have returned to their respective colleges, the corridors are empty and dark, only the cold wind The blowing made people get goosebumps, and they went all the way up the cellar. When they got near the auditorium and still didn't see the gray ball, Scorpius had already started to feel annoyed.

"Damn stupid cat." He stood alone in front of the door of the auditorium for a while, finally sighed, lifted his foot and continued down the corridor, but when he turned a corner, he suddenly heard Light and slow footsteps!

Filch, oops!

Scorpius cursed, and quickly dodged behind a nearby suit of armor. The armor creaked and shifted, allowing Scorpius to move out between the wall and himself.

Scorpius, who hid behind the armor, quickly calmed down. He suddenly realized that the sound of footsteps definitely did not belong to Filch. He would walk in such a slow manner, especially when he was on the night patrol after curfew.

When the footsteps were getting closer, Scorpius poked his head out cautiously, and was about to see which careless hapless ghost was still hanging around here in the middle of the night—

"Potter?!—"

Scorpius lowered his voice and growled in surprise.

It was really Harry Potter.He was wearing a ridiculous dark blue silk velvet bathrobe and a pair of slippers on his feet. He even lacked the black-rimmed glasses that he has always been inseparable from. Scorpius' wand flicked across his face. Under the flickering fluorescent light, it was discovered that the savior boy looked dazed now, and for Scorpius' voice, he only showed almost a moment of hesitation, but soon, he regained his silly look. look.

Sleepwalking?

...the idiot.

Scorpius was speechless, and raised his hand to wake him up, but suddenly remembered that people in sleepwalking should not be woken up, otherwise they would scare them to death—the savior who was carefully cared for by the principals and professors finally grew to 16 years old, To end up being scared to death by a Slytherin in the corridors of Hogwarts because of sleepwalking - not a very good idea.

Hesitating to let go of his hand, when he was thinking about what to do, Scorpius suddenly raised his head, and suddenly found Harry standing in front of him - he was like a living zombie, his face was expressionless and bloodless , the green eyes were half-closed, as if covered with a layer of white mist, and behind him was a bottomless black corridor like a black hole...

Scorpius felt his hair stand on end.

It was at this time that the expression on Gryffindor's face suddenly became ferocious - very distorted and full of evil aggression.

"……!goodbye!"

The wand fell to the ground, and the light at the tip flickered and went out due to the lack of magical control.

Before Scorpius could turn his head and run away, he was shoved against the wall so hard that he could even hear his own bones making a sound like they were about to fall apart, and his shoulders were firmly grasped In the hands of Gryffindor, if he hadn't experienced it, he felt that this kind of force on Potter was really an ironic joke.

But the strength became stronger and stronger, and the face with the lightning scar got closer. Under the dim moonlight, the savior's face was gray and gray, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Scorpius saw Gryffindor tilt his head and opened his mouth hesitantly.

...of course there are no fangs in it.

What does this guy want to do?

"Impedimenta—"

"Lumos—"

The pressure on his shoulders suddenly disappeared, and after a flash of red light, Scorpius vaguely saw that Potter was violently knocked out and hit a plaster statue of a one-eyed witch on the side of the corridor. He groaned in pain, and then was like It collapsed like a puppet with a broken thread.

"What are you doing here?"

A cold question came from the darkness, Scorpius fumbled to retrieve his wand from the ground, raised his head, and saw someone coming out of the darkness... Of course it was Draco, an angry looking , Draco, who seemed ready to kill everyone present without getting a good answer.

And the stupid cat who was the culprit was walking lazily at Prince Slytherin's feet with fat and graceful steps.