[HP] Noble

"—if he had any respect for you, he would at least add an honorific to your surname!" Prince Slytherin said angrily, "instead of calling you 'Gretel' directly."

"For Merlin's sake, can you tell me what you're getting mad at for no apparent reason, Draco."

Scorpius yawned, glanced at the senior Slytherin beside him, and asked inexplicably.

After seeing off their new professor of prophecy, the students were reminded by the professors that it was completely dark now, and they chatted and walked towards the lounges of various colleges, most of them had faces. Somewhat unconcealable excitement—and Draco happened to be the exception among the vast majority. Obviously, the way Scorpius smiled and said good night to Regel was disturbed by the fifth-year Slytherin because of a certain angle. so happy.

"Oh, listen to what that is! Don't you have to wait until he calls you 'Scorpius' to realize there's something wrong?"

"No, not at all. Because I don't think there's anything wrong with Rachel calling me 'Scorpius'—see, why can't he call me 'Scorpius' when I already call him Rachel? "

"Slytherin is a house with a strict system," Draco said blankly, "We will never be like Gryffindors, regardless of grades, without leaders, huddling together and doing something with our brains and blood. something"

"Oh." Scorpius nodded nonchalantly.

"Boy, as the leader of the third grade, you should at least act like a leader."

"Oh... wait, what?" Scorpius paused, his face blank for a moment, "Who? What did you say?"

"Great," said the Slytherin prince impatiently, "I told them you wouldn't have this realization - well, stop asking, before I get more angry I think we should switch a topic."

The third-year Slytherin rolled his eyes and snorted heavily: "Excuse me, is it one of the standards of 'strict system' to shut up the other party after half-speaking?"

Draco was not angry when he heard the obvious provocation, he just hooked the corners of his stiff lips, showing a mocking smile, and replied softly: "If you want to be beaten, just tell me clearly I don't need to beat around the bush."

"It's like a wand is only called a wand if it's held in your hand—why am I standing here waiting to be beaten?"

"Because even if you resist, you still have to be beaten."

Throwing down such a sentence lightly, Prince Slytherin passed the third-year Slytherin indifferently, bent down, and walked into the aisle leading to the Slytherin common room first, Scorpius was stunned. He froze for a while, until someone behind him began to complain loudly that "the person in front moved his feet", then he frowned, and followed Draco into the aisle unwillingly.

Of course Scorpius didn't know that that night, when everyone returned to their soft beds and was about to fall into a sweet dream, the door to the Slytherin prefect's dormitory was quietly opened again.

Draco's tired face appeared behind the door, he was still wearing the previous robe, his silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly and glanced at the empty common room, which was lit only by the burning fire, Exhaling lightly, he walked out of his bedroom.

It's never a good idea to continue teaching the Golden Savior Occlumency at night after a tiring day—

Yes, for whatever reason, after the Arthur Weasley incident, Dumbledore didn't seem to have given up on the idea of ​​him teaching Potter Occlumency, on the contrary, almost on the third day when Potter reappeared At the same time as the Gryffindor table, Draco was called to the headmaster's office alone, and their headmaster, who was obviously too old, unexpectedly emphasized that they "must speed up their studies".

……

"Stand up, Potter."

In the empty classroom, Draco's voice sounded stiff and indifferent.

"I don't need you to kneel to me."

"Like I wanted to do it." After a frustrated sigh, the Gryffindor savior scrambled to his feet in the middle of the cluttered table, making a lot of noise in order not to disturb Filch. Drawn over, Draco lowered his face and had to use the Enhanced Silencer Charm again.

Harry got up and roared, and there was a brief silence in the classroom.Harry's eyes wandered, and finally his eyes were drawn to the blackboard, on which there were still some vague words that hadn't completely disappeared - 1765... Uh, what's wrong with the witch... "Burn"?Oh no, it is "burned".

What is burning? ...well, anyway, it looks like the last class of the day here is History of Magic.Harry thought absently, as though the Slytherin sitting on the table across from him with his wand and arms folded at this very moment was either non-existent or a stuffed animal.

Until Draco said again: "Potter, don't you think you are special?"

"No, Malfoy, I think you are special than me." Harry replied casually, "For example, you are incredibly narrow-minded."

"I came here in the middle of the night to blow the cold wind instead of sleeping in my bed, not to argue and talk nonsense with you."

Harry drew back his attention a bit. "I thought it was - as if I wasn't blowing cold air - so what the hell are you trying to say, Malfoy."

"For example, you can get in touch with the Dark Lord through dreams, and this time you saved that Arthur Weasley, which makes you feel very proud. Am I right, Saint Potter?"

"Only Death Eaters call him the Dark Lord."

"Don't correct my wording." Draco narrowed his eyes impatiently. "Answer my question."

what is the problem? ……special? … Harry stared back at Draco, but he couldn't deny that there was a moment of hesitation at the moment the question came up, he didn't want to lie, but he had to - because I knew it wasn't right.Harry said to himself, I've got to learn Occlumency, maybe Dumbledore was right, and if it worked out in our favor, I wouldn't need to learn that.

"No, I think I need to learn Occlumency, Malfoy," Harry lied, trying to sound convincing.

It's a pity that he forgot who he was opposite.

"The answer you've hesitated for too long has lost its authenticity, you're lying, Potter." Draco said coldly.

Harry's heart skipped a beat—it was the guilt of a lie being exposed.The classroom fell into silence again, and the wind outside seemed to have weakened, and now they could almost only hear each other's slight breathing.

"One more time." Harry clenched his wand tightly. "You don't see as much as before, do you—I'm studying, Malfoy, and this is Dumbledore's job for you."

"Yes, this is my job." Draco rolled his lips slightly, showing a cold smile, and he raised his wand, "Are you ready? Well, I don't need your answer—— - two - three - Imperius!"

Cedric's death - he died at the hands of the man, his soul emerged from Voldemort's wand, and then he told Harry, please take his body back to his parents... Autumn Zhang flushed cute face, she told Harry under the eaves of a rainy day in a voice softer than the rain that she might like her a little bit, and then they kissed, and then for some reason, she cried—

Alright—I can’t let him continue watching—

wait... who is he-

His head ached violently, Harry breathed heavily with his mouth open, he didn't know if he was moaning in pain, his heart was beating violently in his chest, mixed with joy—he felt that he had done it— —he finally found his consciousness—

At that moment, he saw Slytherin standing opposite him.

Both Cedric and Cho Chang faded.

Harry raised his wand.

"—Finite Incantatem (curse elimination)!"

He saw a huge, powerful beam of red light shoot out from the tip of the wand, and the red light focused straight on Slytherin's chest and knocked him out of the way with a single blow—

At that moment, Harry suddenly seemed to be pulled into an endless dark abyss again.Everything around him became dark, and he heard the sound of water, as if he was soaking in the pool—he had this feeling before, when he was doing the second project of the Triwizard Tournament in the fourth grade, Yes, Harry was sure there was water around him - lake or sea, he felt cold and suffocated -

"Enervate."

The low voice of chanting a spell sounded in Harry's ears, and he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the Slytherin green robes sweeping past his ears, there was a unique sound of dragon leather boots stepping on the blue brick floor. sound.It's already December, and it's extremely cold on the ground. Harry felt his whole body ache and his head was swollen so badly, he grabbed an overturned table and got up, he gasped heavily: "What's wrong with me?" ?”

"coma."

The Slytherin simply replied that at this moment, he was really busy getting the sawdust out of the back of his hand - obviously, Harry's struggle had paid off, and he fought back against Malfoy, it wasn't his hallucination.

Harry felt better.

Immediately, he remembered what he saw later.

He was sure it wasn't his memory.

It made Harry feel so happy, so happy that he wanted to find a place where no one was around and hum or something.

"—Malfoy, did it ever occur to you that you and Ron might have been part of the same family 800 years ago?"