[HP] Noble

"What a wonderful scene, boys." A voice as smooth as silk came from behind the stairs, and a person came out from behind the dark staircase corner, "I can't wait to start preparing to explain to your father what I know See everything."

Severus Snape stood there with his usual condescending expression on his face.He was holding a bottle of what was probably a muscle-boosting potion, and judging from his expression, he had been standing there for a while—like enough time for him to see the end from beginning to end.

"My suggestion is that you don't have to say anything, sir." Scorpius turned his head calmly, as if he knew that Snape was there, and said without any panic, "or put this Interpreted as adolescent impulsiveness."

"Sexual drive?"

"It's not that far-reaching." Scorpius snorted. "I don't really want to be rude, Professor Snape, but I have to say, I'm upset enough now - it's better to be dark tomorrow, I'm Say, I can't face either Ron Weasley or Draco Malfoy in broad daylight for the time being."

"With all due respect, Draco probably won't think there's anything wrong with that."

"When he walks back to the banquet at Malfoy Manor and finds that there's still a little sister from the Greengrass family there, he will find something is wrong." Scorpius said slightly mockingly, "I have been there countless times Seeing them kissing next to each other, the effect, tsk tsk, is definitely more blinding than what you saw today."

After a moment of silence, Snape explained patiently once again: "I must remind you, boy, in the eyes of wizards and nobles, kissing means nothing—including Greengrass, as far as the information I can get so far Look, Greengrass and Malfoy are still two completely independent surnames. As for Weasley... as you said, he is just a lunatic who drank too much tonight." Snape paused Suddenly, his face was full of subtlety, "And you don't need to think about how to face him, but if you have the slightest impression of tonight, I'm afraid he will bypass you for a long time after he wakes up."

Big Christmas treat... Slytherin headmaster's rare patience and amiability made Scorpius a little flattered and stunned: "I really understand..."

"Although I don't want to admit it, he is my student, and I have indeed taught this idiot for five years—although he might not be able to make even the simplest cleaning potion when there is only one person." Snape disdainfully As he spoke, he pushed open the closed door, apparently deciding the conversation.

The door was pushed open, and Sirius' brisk voice sounded from inside almost immediately: "Who is the idiot?"

"You are." The Potions Professor strode into the room and said without hesitation, "You didn't even let them open the window after I left, stupid dog, I thought you at least Know a little about the plague spell."

"Okay, I just forgot my dear." Sirius blinked, even if he was no longer young, but the nourishing life since his injustice made him look as handsome as a young boy, he turned to him Godson, "Harry, go and open the window, your Potions master is right, the plague-spell contagion won't disappear completely just by simply stopping the spell."

"But we're all fine, Sirius." As the obedient person who pushed open the window, Harry couldn't help complaining as his face was smeared with snowflakes and cold wind.

"That's obviously because Malfoy is a rookie." After receiving the potion handed over by the Potions Professor, ignoring the latter's dissatisfied gaze, the potions assistant pried open Ron's teeth, and poured him the potion without looking up. , "His magic power is not enough, and his dark breath is not strong enough. This is probably because he is not yet an adult—the real plague curse is very terrible."

"To what extent?" Hermione asked with some interest.

Sirius was silent for a moment, and the smile on his face faded: "Destroy a Muggle village overnight."

The room fell silent.

"This is the last thing my dear brother did before he ran away from home." Throwing the empty medicine, Sirius stood up, "Then he went to seek refuge with the Dark Lord. The funny thing is, our whole family For him to do that... except for me, in fact, I don't think I'll ever forgive him for that."

"You really didn't." Snape became a little indifferent—it seemed that he and Sirius couldn't agree on this issue, "He died before you could remember to forgive him—and your Life is still long, who knows what will happen?"

"I don't think he has a reason."

"You didn't believe that I actually worked for the Order of the Phoenix."

"But you are a living person, and Regulus is indeed dead." Sirius said firmly.

There was a sneering smile on Snape's face: "You just need to go to the warehouse and have a slightly normal conversation with that portrait, I'm afraid you will be able to get the truth of the year - even Dumbledore suggested this to you Do."

"Dumbledore... tsk, you know sometimes his head isn't that clear..." Sirius muttered, and Scorpius noticed that the expression on Harry Potter's face couldn't seem to agree more with his godfather Yes, if allowed, maybe the two of you can hold each other and cry for a while, Sirius sighed, "And you know she is no longer in that portrait."

"Oh, Sirius... have you visited?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"I've been there, Hermione." The potions assistant replied frankly, "and more than once, I wanted to ask too many questions, although I don't think that crazy woman can answer me seriously, but I want to know about the Permanent Sticking Charm, you know, I just can't figure it out..."

"The portrait is facing the gate, which is not reasonable in terms of Feng Shui." Scorpius, who was always silent, said without thinking, "But I stepped on it when you and Regulus were still studying at Hogwarts. , Mrs. Black will greet you at the door every time?"

"Greeting Regulus." Sirius sneered, "I just incidentally, because Hogwarts only has that train."

"You're here anyway." Scorpius shrugged.

"What's the connection?"

"After Mrs. Black died, the old Black house was officially abandoned. I guess she let the house-elf hang a picture of herself at the end of the porch, just so she could see the door open again one day." Scott Pi cleared his throat, and put on an unnatural expression, "She's waiting for you to go home, Professor Black."

The room suddenly became very quiet.

Everyone involuntarily turned their attention to Sirius. He was sitting on the sofa next to Ron, with no emotion on his face—whether it was true or not, Scorpius' words probably hit him more than he did back then. The thrill of being sent to Azkaban at the Ministry of Magic was even greater.

The opened windows were crackling and shaking in the cold wind. The house was really old, just like the people who lived in it.

Professor Black disappeared, and there was a big dog with shiny black fur and drooping ears where he was sitting. It looked listless. After whimpering, it curled up and buried its nose in its front paws .

"He's probably expressing that he needs to be quiet for a while," Snape sarcastically unsympathetically.

Scorpius: "... Shall I let Gray Ball come in and play with it for a while? ... Well, just kidding."

The room door was closed again.

Everyone stood outside the door looking at each other, and now they had to leave the sad Professor Dog alone in the room with a fifth-year Gryffindor who had just been plagued by the plague curse, which was an odd combination.Scorpius touched the door lock, cleared his throat and broke the silence: "...Actually, I'm just guessing casually. The truth may be that Mrs. Black likes to hang herself at the end of the porch, for example, because it is more ventilated."

Everyone: "..."

Slytherin shrugged: "But I think since it's Christmas, of course there must be a warmer version."

"What a good idea, Mr. Gretel." Snape's face twitched, and he quickly regained his composure, "Good night and Merry Christmas."

After speaking, Head Slytherin walked towards the third floor without looking back.

Scorpius: "..."

"...This is definitely the meanest 'Merry Christmas' I've ever heard." Harry muttered, and said goodnight to everyone else, and everyone went back to their rooms in twos and threes. Hermione and Ginny left when the time came , Scorpius heard Hermione discussing something in a low voice, but couldn't hear clearly, only heard the word "locket".

Ginny Weasley still had the chain around his neck, maybe a locket attached to it?Lying on his own bed, Scorpius thought absently, turned over, he found that he suddenly became very sleepy, and then fell into a deep sleep.

... When he got up the next day, he found that there was someone else in the room.

Mr. Draco Malfoy was neatly dressed and sitting on the only sofa in his room full of energy, holding his own hawthorn wand, and knocking on the box in his hand in a dangerous posture - the box was very conspicuous The ground was tied with a beautiful gold and red ribbon and beautifully packaged.

"From Ron Weasley." Draco pulled out the card from the gift box with disgust on his face, and read aloud.

"This gentleman's Christmas presents are always full of ideas, please don't touch it until I open it." Scorpius yawned and slowly got up from the bed, "Merry Christmas , Draco."

Throwing the gift box into the pile of presents casually, putting the wand back into the pocket of his robe, and walking towards the bed with a face full of condescension, when Scorpius half-closed his eyes and searched for his slippers , raised his face and quickly kissed him on the lips.

"Early in the morning..." Scorpius said painfully.

"Merry Christmas." He replied solemnly.

Scorpius rolled his eyes, then watched as Draco bent down and grabbed his slippers from under the bed, put them on his feet, and asked as he walked to the bathroom, "Did you go back to get scolded last night?"

"Obviously." Prince Slytherin replied calmly, "My father seems to think that leaving the banquet early and coming to the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a very unwise choice. Unfortunately, after thinking about it carefully, I found that it is indeed the case .”

"what do you say?"

"To see my little girlfriend, and by the way, to the Order of the Phoenix."

"Why, Astoria wasn't at Malfoy Manor last night?" Scorpius' surprised voice came from behind the door.

"Early in the morning, you just want to be beaten, don't you?"

"I'm not your girlfriend, thank you."

"Do you think you're a boyfriend? Oh, my God." Draco laughed incredulously, "I could crush you to death with one hand."

"Of course you do, because no one uses two hands with a wand." The sound of the shower came from the bathroom.

Draco glanced at the gifts piled up in the corner of the room, and found that the wrapped gift box with golden and yellow colors had been thrown under the table by himself. He smiled to himself with satisfaction, and he leaned lazily against the door of the bathroom , knocked on the door: "Do you want me to go in and rub your back, Mr. Great?"

"Early in the morning, be normal, Draco."

Scorpius finally reluctantly said what he had been wanting to say since he opened his eyes.