[HP] Noble

For the next day, Scorpius felt that the stupidest thing he had done today was to listen to Hermione's words and actually run to ask Draco, who was sitting on the Slytherin sofa and Astoria checked together a long list that they didn't know what it was. After hearing Scorpius' question, Prince Slytherin didn't raise his eyelids, and said lazily, he didn't know.

do not know.

He didn't even bother to do a perfunctory performance.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows and didn't yell at him, he just stood up abruptly and smashed the screaming gray ball into Draco's arms.Amidst the fat cat's whimpering and thumping in excitement, the platinum noble let out a cry of pain when his hand was smashed, and the long scroll of parchment in his hand also fell to the ground - when he coaxed the gray ball from himself back to the sofa beside him At that time, he could only see the corner of the robe that was about to disappear beyond the passage door that was about to close——

Soon, the corner of this robe also followed his master and disappeared resolutely.

The stone door of the common room closed tightly again.Draco let out a long breath, and brushed his drooping forehead hair a little irritably. Although this action made his usually meticulous hair look a little messy, it was obvious that he didn't care about it now.He bent down and picked up the list again and stuffed it into Astoria's hand, ordering with a deadpan expression: "Give it to Umbridge, I don't want to care about the rest."

"He's just curious, Draco." Astoria unwrapped the messed up scroll, rewound it bit by bit, and said gently, "Maybe it's not a bad thing to tell Scorpius—the one who knew about the Chamber of Secrets incident There are not many people but there are also many, he needs to know, there is always a way to know."

"There's no need to persuade me." Draco raised his eyelids in disgust, and cast an emotionless glance at the girl sitting across the sofa, "As if there weren't enough things to worry about."

If Astoria didn't know what Draco meant at this time, she would fully understand when the next morning came.

……

The next day, when the flock of owls flew in from the top window of the auditorium with letters and the "Daily Prophet" as usual, Scorpius was huddling around Draco and yawning for the fifth time. Ke finally couldn't bear it anymore and put down the cup in his hand, and asked in a bad tone: "What did you do last night?"

Scorpius glanced at him and wanted to answer "I don't know", but since the expression on Draco's face is obviously "wait and see if you dare to perfunctory", he had to honestly say: " I took Rachel to the observatory." Then he shut his mouth and waited for the storm to hit.

As expected, when Draco heard Rachel's name, Draco's pretty eyebrows were already raised, but of course he would not accuse this directly, but said very implicitly: "What's wrong with you, eh? Go to the observatory with him to blow the cold wind in the middle of the night?"

"I can't say 'no' if I'm asked, can I?" At least he didn't growl...Scorpius was relieved, and he spoke lazily, listlessly taking his own from the leg of a strange owl A newspaper, and after putting two Nats into the pouch under the owl's feet, the gray bird flapped its wings and flew away impatiently.Scorpius pushed away the plate and babbled while putting the newspaper on top of the pumpkin juice jug, "He's just interested in astronomy—don't sneer, hell Draco, what's the point of sneering?  … …I would say the most irritating thing is- oh my god what is this?!"

Scorpius' voice changed suddenly. With an expression of disbelief on his face, he rattled the newspaper, snapped it shut, and threw it under the table.

"—The reporters of this newspaper are all crazy." After stepping on the newspaper twice, Scorpius regained his composure, "I decided not to subscribe to it in the future."

Draco put down the tableware in his hand, pulled out the crumpled newspaper from under Scorpius' feet, held it in his hand for two seconds, then reluctantly stuffed it back under the feet of the third-year Slytherin, and then Zabini took a new one from Zabini's hand.He gracefully unfolded the newspaper and quickly glanced at it twice, the expression on his face didn't even change much, as if the other people in the auditorium didn't turn to peek at him and start talking.

"It's all nonsense!" said Scorpius angrily. "God knows, you were with us during the summer—"

"Don't yell." Draco bent his slender fingers and tapped on the table, "Dumbledore won't be happy that you let the whole school know about this."

Scorpius gasped: "I don't understand why you are so calm, Draco! How could they accuse the Malfoys of being Death Eaters? As the most authoritative media in the magic world, I think they should at least be responsible Are these?"

"At least the reporter who wrote this report should pack up and get out of the paper before tomorrow's edition is printed - along with his editor." Draco handed the paper back to Zabini, who murmured thanks Then complaining that he was watching news of one of the weird sisters getting married, Draco shrugged unapologetically, his face softening slightly as he turned to Scorpius, and he held out his hand like a grown man Patting the head of the junior Slytherin like a crazy child, he said slowly, "Okay, stop making trouble, don't embarrass Slytherin, the whole auditorium is watching you."

Merlin's beard, they are clearly looking at you!Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't say anything in the end.

"--it's not a big deal."

When breakfast was about to end, Scorpius heard Draco's deliberately lowered voice behind him. He turned around and found Goyle and Crabbe—the two big guys had no heartless look on their faces. At this moment, fear and worry were written in their eyes, they gathered around Draco, and the latter sat very calmly among them, without much emotion on his face, he said unexpectedly indifferently: "I had expected One day, you should believe me, Malfoy never fights unprepared."

……

The Slytherins seemed to take what was said in the morning papers as a joke, and when they left the long breakfast table, they went about their business as usual - despite the fact that at least half of them were either fathers. , either the mother, or the parents together appeared on today's Daily Prophet.

Of course they did, but most acted as if they hadn't seen anything.

"Severus, don't you want your newspaper?" In the teacher's seat, Sirius looked at Head Slytherin who stood up from his seat with a confused face and was about to leave. In his impression, Sney Pu is not the type to read the entire newspaper just by scanning the headlines.

"..." Head Slytherin was silent for a moment, but still with that dead face, he said, "Throw it away."

Like most people, people talked and whispered.Their excitement was greater than their fear, as if they woke up to find that a big star who only appeared on the radio and newspapers every day suddenly lived next door to their house——

"I don't understand why Malfoy doesn't look alarmed at all. His whole family has been named."

Ron Weasley was sitting in the history of magic class, and at this moment, he was discussing with his friends in a low voice.In fact, Harry Potter, the savior of Gryffindor that people are most looking forward to in this morning's bombing news, seems surprisingly uninterested.He rested his chin on one hand, and with the other hand, he was scribbling notes on the parchment——

It wasn't really a note, he just lined up any words he heard here and there on the parchment.When Hermione made a dissatisfied "beep" sound again, Harry changed his posture, his green eyes moved in them, and he also lowered his voice and said hoarsely: "Don't you understand, Ron, Malfoy has nothing to panic about - Dumbledore trusts him, that's all."

"Just because Dumbledore asked him to teach you Occlumency alone? Don't be kidding, Harry!" said Ron in disbelief. "Dumbledore trusts no one - I'm not saying he's bad, of course, it's just me I think sometimes he is too gullible!"

"Dumbledore's not a fool, Ronald Weasley, and Dumbledore believed Malfoy for a reason," Hermione said sternly, turning her head.

"Yeah yeah the reason - does it even matter - why can't you pay attention, Hermione?" Ron crossed his arms sarcastically.

The Gryffindor know-it-all sneered, and arrogantly brushed her somewhat disheveled curly hair: "Of course, as long as you can discuss in a quieter voice." After she finished speaking, she turned back and quickly wrote down in the notebook in front of her. After reading something new on the blackboard, Hermione never looked back, as if she really wasn't too interested in the conversation.

Harry patted his exasperated friend on the shoulder, and said in a calming tone: "Okay Ron, I think I know the reason—and I'm afraid Dumbledore also has another purpose for the separate lecture about Occlumency. "At the end, Gryffindor suddenly became a little hesitant, as if he wasn't sure about the hypothesis either—

In fact, this is a bold assumption.

"Remember the address at Malfoy Manor?" Harry absently circled the parchment. "The one Malfoy gave me at the end of last term?"

Ron said "hey": "Did you really mail the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament to that annoying ferret?"

"Oh, of course not, Ron, don't be stupid," said Harry patiently. "In fact, the note was handed over to Dumbledore right away - the note wasn't for me, you see Think of Mowgli Place—well, see now?"

Ron fell silent immediately, and Harry believed that he was thinking seriously, although after about two minutes, under Harry's expectant gaze, he shook his head in despair and sincerely: "Harry, I don't understand .”

Good, I knew it, great.Harry sighed and had to explain patiently: "Listen Ron, think about it, the reason Ministry of Magic raids on Malfoy Manor for illegal magic items always fail is not just because Lucius Malfoy is in the Ministry of Magic You are well-informed, and you have to understand a truth—an ancient magic family, his ancestral house is definitely not easy for anyone to approach, unless you get an invitation from the master."

"Oh wait, you mean...like the Black family?"

"Like the Black family." Harry shrugged.

"You mean?—" Ron suddenly lowered his voice, "You think the Malfoy family is completely on our side now? Fully open?"

"Obviously not." Harry raised the corners of his lips, "You can't expect a Malfoy to open up to you, they only make choices that maximize their own interests - they still have a secret, and this secret may be very important , and I guess that's probably why Dumbledore asked Draco Malfoy to teach me Occlumency himself... He wanted me to find out the secret through the backlash of Occlumency, he's such a cunning and clever Old man, Dumbledore."