[HP] Noble

It was almost late at night, but the fire in the Slytherin common room hadn't been extinguished, and the atmosphere of the crowd hadn't completely dissipated—tomorrow would be the start of the Christmas holiday. At least two hours ago, the atmosphere here was very good, Everyone is looking forward to going home—after all, everyone knows that when they return, it means another good half of the semester has passed.

Above the head, the Gula chandelier of an unknown age gave off a dim light. According to common sense, such light is no longer suitable for reading, but there is still a figure leaning on the side of the sofa. The trembling light in his eyes was casually flipping through the book in his hand.

The door to the prefect's bedroom was gently pushed open, and a figure in Slytherin winter robes appeared behind it.Our Slytherin prince was clearly still awake after the allotted time, and yes, he had a little business to settle - and he knew, he had to.

The person on the sofa didn't stop reading, even though Draco would bet that the other party already knew of his existence.He straightened up—like a proper Malfoy should.He gently put his hand on the cold stair railing... If you are careful, it is not difficult to find that he put on a pair of white dragon leather gloves—as if he was going to attend a banquet, this pair of exquisite workmanship The gloves set off the platinum noble's already well-maintained hands better, and his fingers looked more slender than usual.Tapping the escalator lightly with his fingertips, Draco did not go down. He chose to lower his long and thick eyelashes condescendingly, trembling slightly, revealing his master's hesitation. After a while, Draco sighed softly. With a breath, he broke the silence: "You did it, right?"

crackling—

In the fireplace there was a crackle of dry wood.

Almost a century of silence followed.

"Yes, Malfoy." The man on the sofa seemed to be smiling, and he easily turned the page in his hand to another page, "You are very smart, and almost immediately discovered the hint I gave you."

"I'm not a fool." Draco relaxed a little, he resumed his most accustomed expressionless face, and the last hesitation on his face was swept away, "The perfect combination of 'flame freezing' and 'blood boiling', Hats off to the man who invented the extension spell."

The person on the sofa sneered slightly, and as Draco expected, he raised his jaw arrogantly and indifferently: "That person is right in front of you."

Draco wanted to say something, but in the end he kept silent.

"Ah, I must emphasize that I have changed my view of Hogwarts. I used to think that everything I learned here would be rubbish." The man seemed to not care about the strange atmosphere at all, and continued on his own, "Now I think a lot of things are interesting, and I've learned a lot, at least not for nothing—"

"You know none of us have any interest in your progress," Draco said sarcastically, "You just have to say, why?"

"I think you may have more than one doubt, dear Mr. Malfoy." The man changed his posture, as if he was about to make himself more comfortable so that the conversation could continue, "Tell me, the first question you want to ask .”

"The death of Firenze."

"It means a lot." The person on the sofa smiled, "He did have some ability, and it just so happened that this ability cost him his life—I have to say—of course this is not a complaint at all, well, I have to Said, sometimes the centaur is really an annoying existence, they can see more than the past and the future, the pupils of the centaur have a special structure, they can see through things that many people can't see through - this is one of the reasons .”

"What about the second reason?"

"Related to your second question, please."

"Why did you let me know?" Draco asked bluntly.

The other party clicked his tongue twice, and shook his head in an annoying way: "This is a test, the Malfoy boy—the Dark Lord has questioned the loyalty of your family, so, with this test—if Dumbledore Lido knows, then your Malfoy Manor will probably be in ruins before Christmas is over—ah sorry, no offense, but I think so."

"The loyalty of the Malfoys doesn't need an outsider to judge - besides, you killed a centaur." Draco said coldly, his voice even as if he was talking about just a big problem. Will be glad to hear that, those stupid horses have banished him, but that doesn't mean you can kill him at will without annoying the other centaurs - he never gave up any of the creatures in the forest .”

"That sounds more like an adjective for Professor Hagrid?"

"I'm not kidding—" Draco opened his mouth, and for a moment, the people on the sofa almost thought he was going to say his name, and then unexpectedly, Draco didn't, he closed his mouth, And pressed her thin lips tightly.

Suddenly feeling a bit interesting, the person on the sofa raised his eyebrows. After a moment of silence, he lowered his voice and laughed: "I remember I emphasized to someone that my family did not submit to the Dark Lord. This is just a simple matter. But the alliance relationship, not the master and servant you imagined—you know, we don’t agree with some of the Dark Lord’s actions—we prefer to use peaceful means to obtain the greatest benefit.”

"Then why the alliance?"

"For the greater good." The man showed a half-smile expression, "This question is beyond my expectation, and I refuse to answer more. You can ask the next one."

"who are you?"

"You saw." The book was snapped shut, and the Slytherin on the sofa stood up, "It's true."

Draco withdrew his hand from the railing.

He gently held his right wrist, and the expression in his eyes became even colder.

"Stay away from him."

It's just a simple object, but both sides understand who the other is talking about.The man smiled. If he grows up, he will definitely fascinate many girls, even though he usually doesn't like to smile: "I won't hurt him, ah, to a certain extent, I am really sincere .”

The fingers on the wrist tightened, and only Draco knew how hard he was exerting: "I hope so." He said simply.

After finishing speaking, he decided to end the conversation, and turned around without hesitation. When his hand was on the handle of the door, a lazy voice came from downstairs: "I heard some rumors, Malfoy , This gave me a lot of associations, you know, there are not many people who can use dragon's blood as a strong corrosive herbal solution, and I happened to hear—"

"It's none of your business."

Almost rudely interrupting the other party's soliloquy, Draco pushed open the door of his own room heavily, and then closed everything out of the door again.When everything around him returned to a peaceful and reassuring warmth, Draco suddenly realized that he was very tired.

Now, he must take a good rest for a while.