[HP] Noble

Scorpius couldn't figure out how to explain why he met Potter here, because he didn't quite understand it himself at the moment.Bending down to pluck the fat cat's soft short fur, "I'm out looking for gray balls," Scorpius explained hesitantly, "Why are you here? Uh, did you drive Potter crazy?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Draco grabbed the third-year Slytherin roughly, checked him from side to side with an impatient face, and let him go after confirming that he was not missing an arm or a leg. "I've just come from Professor Snape, and I'm going through an underground passage to Gryffindor Tower—"

A groan not far away interrupted Draco's conversation.

Among the ruins of a pile of plaster statues, the Gryffindor savior boy slowly climbed up, his forehead was knocked bloody, one of his slippers was knocked and lost, and his blue nightgown was stained with blood. Dust, Harry seemed to want to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose out of habit, but he just missed it.

At this time, a gust of cold wind outside the window happened to remind him of his current situation.

"Why am I here?" Gryffindor looked surprised.

Draco raised one corner of his lips mockingly, showing a mean look: "Do you think there is anyone here who seems to be able to answer your question?"

"I don't know..." Those green eyes were full of doubts, and Scorpius didn't think they were pretending, "I just took a shower, I was going to rest in bed for a while, and I set the alarm clock, Go to the lounge until after midnight and continue to shut down your brain—” He closed his mouth at this point—even in the dim light, the two Slytherins noticed at the same time that the only one present Gryffindor's face suddenly became very ugly.

"I killed someone."

Harry opened his mouth and breathed in the cold air in big gulps. He felt the scar on his forehead suddenly burn violently like a fire. Wet, and the autumn wind was cool and sticky, he bent down, panting violently, and began to tremble violently like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Not far away, the two Slytherins exchanged a suspicious and confused look.

"I bit him." Harry said tremblingly, as if he had choked on his own saliva, and then he began to cough, which was so loud that Scorpius believed that at this moment, he would like to tear down Hogwarts In terms of movement, it won't take long for Filch to come galloping——

"You missed me," Scorpius said sympathetically. "Have you overdosed on LSD, Potter?"

Psychedelics can produce short-term pleasant feelings and are not harmful to the body, but taking too much can cause long-term hallucinations and mental weakness.It was only when Scorpius entered the second grade that he learned by chance that a small number of underage wizards would buy hallucinogens illegally, in order to reduce the pressure of studying—of course, this is an expressly prohibited behavior .

"I'm not on drugs." Harry stopped coughing violently, feeling insulted, and looked up at Scorpius, "I bit someone - it wasn't you - he bled - profusely — he might be dying... God, he might be Ron's father! Mr Weasley!"

In the end, Harry's voice was literally out of tune.

"... Weasley? Oh, this is really killing people, Potter, maybe it's the only good thing you've ever done in your life." Draco stood there with his arms folded, lazily picking raised eyebrows.

Scorpius kicked him. "Not funny, Draco."

"I'm serious, of course it's not funny." Prince Slytherin curled his lips. "Standing in the corridor in the middle of the night watching the Savior go crazy. For Merlin's sake, can't we have some other fun?"

As if he didn't hear Draco's cynicism, Harry staggered to his feet, and now he felt the pain of the scar on his forehead slowly lessening: "I'm going to find Dumbledore," he said wearily.

At this time, as if thinking of something, Draco put away the smile on his lips, and frowned slightly: "Potter, why are you crazy?"

"I'm not lying! I'm not crazy!" Harry cried. "Mr. Weasley is in danger! I must find Dumbledore - or else -"

"You said you bit Arthur Weasley in your dream?" Draco looked at Harry suspiciously, and pulled back Scorpius who seemed to be going up to help Gryffindor, "Leave He stays away, stays here - well Potter, tell me, you bit that Weasley in a dream?"

"I don't want to explain this to you, Malfoy," said Harry irritably. "It wasn't my dream—or rather, I thought I was a snake in the dream, and I was walking on the floor with cold, overgrown snakes. Looking at his scaly belly, I saw Mr. Weasley dozing back in his chair, and...then..." He looked very hard...

"Then you bit him?" Scorpius asked, finally understanding what happened to this Gryffindor's stupid mouth opening and biting action just now.

"And then I bit him." Harry looked very upset, "but I'm not sure if it was really me... I mean, it was a snake."

"I'm not sure if you're the snake or not," Draco interrupted Harry's rambling with a sneer, "but I'm sure you've been learning Occlumency for most of the semester— "

Harry gave Draco a blank look, then dropped his head. "Get out of the way, Malfoy," he said wearily. "I'm going to find Dumbledore."

At this moment, there was a rush of downstairs behind them, and they heard Ron Weasley's voice.

"I don't know where he's gone, Professor - his robes are still on the hanger, I just went to take a shower -"

Someone on the other side of the corridor first used a fluorescent flash, and the whole corridor was lit up. The people behind seemed to hesitate, and then used this spell. The magic power was not that strong, but the corridor was illuminated brighter.At this time, Scorpius and the others saw Professor McGonagall appearing at the end of the corridor. She was wearing a plaid dressing gown, with French nets on her hair in a mess, and her eyes were hanging crookedly on the bridge of her nose.Ron Weasley followed her, worried, and when he saw Harry he yelled "Harry!" with the joy of a bird seeing its mother.

"For a moment I sympathized with Professor McGonagall," Draco muttered under his breath as they moved swiftly this way. "Being Head of Gryffindor must have aged her prematurely."

"Professor Snape is no better than Professor McGonagall, Draco, to be fair," Scorpius said calmly.

The two Slytherins stood aside very politely as Harry stammered out a description of his dream to his Headmaster.Until Harry had finished—

"What? Harry! You say my dad is—" Ron yelled uncontrollably, looking terrified.

"Be quiet, Weasley, this question will be resolved." Professor McGonagall nodded gravely at Harry, then turned to the two Slytherins—

"I'm out looking for the cat," said Scorpius immediately.

"I'll come out to look for him." Draco lazily answered with his silver-gray eyes half-closed.

It was a straight lie, Scorpius glanced at Draco.

"Twenty points for Slytherin, I hope you can understand that this is curfew time, Mr. Gretel, Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said decisively, "Now all of you come with me, we will find Dumbledore .”

"Okay, Professor." Draco replied bluntly, put away his wand slowly, and gave Harry a sideways glance, "If you want to let me know that the price of night travel is to meet a crazy Potter , swear to Merlin, until I completely step out of Hogwarts, I will abide by the school rules."

"You can only eat owl food tomorrow, stupid cat!" Scorpius bent down and slapped Gray Ball's ass heavily, the overweight cat grunted and rubbed against Della with its short legs Ke side.

The five people were very silent on the way to Professor Dumbledore's office. Professor McGonagall looked very nervous, while Ron was terrified, and kept trying to confirm the details with Harry, such as "that man is red?" Is your hair right?" Harry answered a few sentences at first, but in the end he was probably distracted by the question and kept silent.

A few minutes later, they came to the stone beast at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Sizzling Honey," said Professor McGonagall.

The stone statue comes to life, separates the two halves and jumps to the two sides, revealing a section of stone ladder, which is spiral.As the five men stepped up the stairs, the door closed behind them again, and they walked up in silence, until at last they came to a door with a handle in the shape of a hippogriff's head, and there was a commotion inside. —Scorpius gave Professor McGonagall a wordless glance, thinking it sounded like their old Headmaster was not only up, but throwing a party or something with at least a dozen people.

Surprisingly, Draco broke the silence before Professor McGonagall knocked on the knocker.

His voice was as cold as if each letter had just been fished out of the Antarctic ice circle.

"If Dumbledore asks about your Occlumency, tell the truth, Potter," Draco said deadpan. "Tell him you're not practicing well."

"I don't think Professor Dumbledore would care about that tonight, Malfoy!" Harry replied grumpily.

"Really?" Draco sneered, "Just wait and see."