[HP] Noble

For a moment, Harry thought Slytherin was trying to curse him with an "Avada" or something, but in the end he seemed to bear it with a scornful, mean look: "You mean rat, Pooh?" T-no, the Malfoys don't have that lowly blood, and if the Weasleys do, it just means it's their special interest."

"Of course not, Malfoy, I mean—"

"By the way, you can tell every Weasley you can see that rat blood is really suitable for them." Draco didn't care what Harry was going to say, and when he had said what he wanted to say, he turned around and started packing his things ——he took care of the wound caused by the impact himself, it was a small healing spell that Harry had never seen before.

The two walked out of the classroom lightly one after the other. Although the weather outside was very cold, the Gryffindor savior who had finished a day of class felt very relaxed. He followed Draco and asked absently: " You've been learning, haven't you, Malfoy."

"Everyone is studying." Draco turned his head slightly, with a look of confusion and contempt on his face, and Hermione Granger was alive again, "What do you think we are here for?"

"I mean - something that isn't taught in the textbooks," said Harry vaguely.

"The textbooks will only teach what everyone is entitled to - including those Mudbloods." Draco smiled maliciously, "There are more spells they will never be able to touch, that is the ancient pure-blood family heritage, the Ministry of Magic tried to find them, but they never succeeded."

"I don't want to argue with you in the hallway in the middle of the night." Harry said wearily and disgustedly, "put away your prejudices, we were just chatting."

"I'm not interested in small talk with you, Saint Potter."

"...well," Harry muttered, "so on a serious note, tonight's class went pretty well, you see, I can resist—"

"Oh yes Mr. Potter, great progress isn't it? - even though we've spent three full months - Shall I send you a Burja Lake flower?"

"Bull... what? What's that?"

"The teacher's award for the child wizard from the civilian wizard initiation class... maybe." Draco said hesitantly, "I haven't participated in it, I just heard about it."

"...Maybe you can give me a point or something," said Harry defiantly. "I knew you were entitled to that."

"Guess is wrong, I can only deduct points, Saint Potter." Draco turned his head slightly, "And the Occlumency technique you learned, it has nothing to do with me? Get a point here."

Harry wanted to pay back something, but almost at the same moment, both of them noticed that there was something extra at the end of the dark corridor that should be empty and deserted—

"Who?"

They drew their wands at the same time, then glanced at each other, Harry sighed, resignedly surrendered the initiative to attack, he shook his wand, and used a lumos, a light strong enough to instantly illuminate the entire corridor , but the corridor was still empty. Harry was wondering, but found that the Slytherin next to him had lowered his wand with a face full of helplessness, and the aggressiveness that was originally tight on his body suddenly disappeared.

"Come out, boy, do you think you can't see you by hiding behind your armor?" Prince Slytherin said in a bad tone, "Is there something wrong with your brain?"

At this moment, the second-to-last piece of armor on the left at the end of the corridor moved, and Harry tightened his grip on the magic, pointing the tip of his wand in that direction.

"Okay Potter, put down your wand - you look stupid like this," Draco said disgustedly, and took a few steps forward, when the man behind the armor appeared completely between the two. in people's field of vision.

Scorpius looked like he'd been hanging out for a while, his hair plastered wet to his head - no Waterproofing Charm, and it happened to have been raining all night outside.The bottom rim of his boots was covered with mud, a discovery that annoyed the fifth-year Slytherin, his silver-gray eyes coldly pinched, but he said nothing, just waiting for a reasonable and proactive explanation.

"Gretel?" Harry said confusedly, "What are you running around without sleeping in the middle of the night - Hogwarts at night is very dangerous - ouch, wait, those muddy footprints, you even left the castle ?”

Look, who said that Gryffindors are rude and have no brains - at least from Potter's point of view, they can also have the observation acuity of normal people, but usually they are used to using this acuity to euphemistically use Just express it!

Scorpius rolled his eyes, noticing that Draco's face had turned even more sour after Potter had babbled a lot.

"I went to find Regel, and a first grader knocked on my room door at twelve o'clock and told me he was missing," Scorpius explained.

Draco was silent for a while. At this time, he raised his foot and walked to Scorpius, raised his wand and silently threw several spells at him in a row. While waving his wand, his voice still seemed indifferent and asked: " That first grade...how many times have I warned you...Forget it, what does it matter to you that he disappeared?"

After a few spells, Scorpius felt his body became dry and warm. The tingling pain in his bones just now disappeared, and his joints finally became less stiff. He thanked him, and after a while Then I remembered to answer: "Probably because I used to be his guide. Even if I am not now, they are still willing to find such a senior to help when they are in trouble."

Draco sneered loudly and sarcastically: "Didn't you tell them that you yourself had been 'guided' for three years?"

"..."

"—Excuse me." A lazy voice sounded from behind the two Slytherins, and they both turned their heads at the same time, only to see Gryffindor standing behind them with a wand akimbo, "I'm not sure whether to Keep listening to your flirting, it's just Malfoy, was that a silent curse?"

"None of your business, Potter, the passage to Gryffindor Tower should turn at the intersection ahead." Draco said bluntly.

Harry choked, then let out a heavy breath through his nose, "Okay, okay, like I like to join you in the fun." With that, he turned and strode back, and disappeared in the German In the darkness that Laco spoke of.

It wasn't until Gryffindor's back completely disappeared that Scorpius looked away, and he scratched his head tiredly: "Okay, Draco, I'll save the lesson for tomorrow—don't look at me like that, Huo There's nothing Gwartz can do to threaten me, and the occasional night trip is fine."

The corners of Draco's lips relaxed a little, and he snorted softly: "It's so courageous, even Dumbledore dare not be so sure that he is invincible."

"I'm going back to the dormitory to see if Rachel is back." Scorpius turned and quickly walked towards the passage leading to the Slytherin cellar. "If he's not in the dormitory now, I'm afraid I'm going to disturb Professor Snape." gone."

"Professor Black won't be happy."

"Shut him up—oh well, I forgot about it." Scorpius showed a delicate expression, "Merlin, it's best that Rachel is already lying on his bed obediently—"

10 minute later.

"Alohomora"

"...Unlocking Curse. Good, you reminded me of what else I need when it comes to Slytherin dorm security."

"Oh shut up Draco, this is an act of desperation."

Scorpius lightly poked his head through a slightly open door, and retracted cautiously after about half a minute.

A figure about a head taller than him stood behind him with a ring around his chest, and the entire dark silhouette revealed an impatient air: "How is it?" He didn't deliberately lower his voice, and asked full of irritability.

"I'm back." Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you dare to keep your voice down? What time is it?"

Draco put down his hands, and asked with a half-smile: "Good question, what time is it, why are you still here?"

"Slytherin responsibility and solidarity at work."

"Stop putting the academic system on me, Mr. Gretel, and get back to your bed before I get mad at you."