[HP] Noble

Draco was putting on gloves on himself when the door to Draco's bedroom was violently knocked open by an unlocking spell, his robes were raised high, and the gloves were so long that they could completely cover half of his arm.

"You unreasonable—" Lucius frowned almost immediately after he entered the room and saw Draco's movements, "What did I see? Son, I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"That's the truth, Dad." Draco pulled down his robe and covered his arms, "It's not a bad thing, you also experienced this back then, I'm just growing up, a perfect inheritance process, and every Mal Fu will be like this, isn't it?"

"When Severus told me you reacted like a Cruciatus Curse to Dragon's Blood, I was so surprised that I gave up my afternoon tea and an important meeting, you were only sixteen, Draco. Your father didn't realize he had an extra pair of wings until he woke up one morning at the age of 16." Lucius raised his eyebrows with a hint of sarcasm, "So now you can use those abilities, right? ?”

"Some," Draco said hesitantly, "but not every time."

"Use carefully, hold your wand, don't let them see it - if the man asks himself after the battle, tell him that those are just part of the family spell - don't attack them head-on, don't let Your personal problems have affected the position of the Malfoy family, Draco, and I must stress again that we are not on one side."

"Of course, Dad." The Slytherin prince rolled his eyelids and replied lazily, "I will, can we go now?"

"Okay." Lucius turned around, his robe billowing into beautiful waves behind him, "If you want, I'd rather hear your promise that you'll stay with me every step of the way."

"I'm sorry you didn't hear me, I'm old, Dad." Draco muttered, tucking his wand into his robe pocket, and hurried to follow.

London, England

When Scorpius fell on his face to a fountain, it was a golden fountain that was making an endless sound of water. In the center of the fountain was a statue, wizards, centaurs, house elves and goblins. Wand tips, centaur arrowheads, house-elf ear holes and goblin hat tips sprayed out.

The ridiculous thing is that Scorpius thinks that judging from Firenze's character, I am afraid that all the centaurs will not look at wizards with such admiring eyes until they perish.

When Scorpius got up from the ground, everyone was there—other than that, the Ministry Great Hall was empty, which wasn't a good thing.Harry Potter and Ron Weasley stood together, anxiously trying to slip their wands into an old-fashioned soda dispenser.

"Are they stupid?" Scorpius patted the ashes on his robe, "Just want a Coke before the big battle?"

"That's a visitor's wand registration machine - I think someone used to be there to supervise the whole process." Hermione helped him up. "Why are you so late?"

"Because my grandfather refused to put his feet in that toilet, then pull the cistern cord and flush himself down the toilet pipe - he thought it was ridiculous." Scorpius rolled his eyes and nodded his jaw. Not far away, the old man was trying to sniff his whole body trying to find a little toilet smell, "Honestly, does every entrance to the Ministry of Magic have to be a toilet?"

"Not exactly," said Hermione hesitantly. "We came in through a phone booth, but there were so many of us that we had to come in through different entrances."

As they talked, Ron and Harry finally finished their wand checks, and Harry was yelling at Ron to "Don't pull it out so rudely! You're going to break your wand again!", in Hermione's With a gesture, Scorpius stuffed his wand into the place where coins are usually used, probably because his wand is relatively thin, so it was easy to stuff it in, the machine played ridiculous Christmas music, and then The place where the drink came out spat out his wand.

When Scorpius picked up his wand, several thousand paper cranes were flapping their wings lightly and flying over his head. Not far away was an old man in priestly robes. The crane trembled in his hands, then flapped its wings as if it had come alive, and flew up tremblingly.

"Your senior brother is excellent at using paper cranes." Noticing that his grandson was looking at him, the old man snorted, "He likes to delve into this kind of sissy stuff."

Scorpius: "..."

As he spoke, the old man took out a compass from the cloth bag beside him.

Scorpius: "Those are real people, this thing doesn't work, throw it away."

The old man squinted at him contemptuously: "A modified, advanced gadget that responds to the source of black magic." Waved his hand, the pointer on the compass trembled slightly, and several red dots appeared on the compass and moved forward slowly. Each red dot exactly corresponds to those paper cranes.Scorpius looked a little fascinated, at this moment, a hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and patted him.

Mr. Great bent down and whispered in his ear, "Keep yourself safe."

"Of course, Dad," said Scorpius.

"If you want, I would much rather hear your assurance that you will never leave me or your grandfather," Mr. Great emphasized.

"It's a pity you can't hear me. I'm not young, Dad." Scorpius shrugged, followed Harry, and squeezed into the elevator that was already full of people.

Tonks was the last person to squeeze into the elevator - the little teacher's sliding door elevator was packed with people including Scorpius, Potter, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Tonks Eight people, including Stein—Lupine also tried to squeeze in, but he couldn't stand anymore. After Sirius repeatedly promised that he would wait at the destination until he sat on the next elevator and came up, he would not move. Then he hesitated and retracted his feet.

Scorpius wanted to suggest that if Sirius turned into a dog, it might save some space, but he didn't say it in the end because he felt that it might hurt the glassy heart of the potions assistant.

As soon as Harry entered the elevator, he persistently pressed the button leading to the ninth floor. Sirius sighed meaningfully but did not stop him from doing so.When the elevator creaked upwards slowly, the atmosphere in the elevator was a little tense, the adult witch cleared her throat, and said without words: "Your grandfather's little plate is full of black magic reactions—you What's it called?"

"Compass, or Feng Shui plate."

"Really wonderful stuff."

"I've done better with James and Remus, Tonks," said Sirius unconvinced. "Harry knows what I'm talking about."

Probably because of the favor he received from the "robbers" in the past two years, his words really received a bright smile from his godson.But Tonks obviously didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued on his own, "From that, we can clearly know what happened - the Death Eaters captured the entire Ministry of Magic building." Tonks said with lingering fear , shivering, "I'm so glad it's Christmas and most people are off."

"I hope those who are on duty in the Auror Department can start to make a difference." Sirius said sarcastically. Everyone knows that because of the tense relationship between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, the entire Order of the Phoenix has been kept secret, including the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic. Department - Although on the surface it seems that their mission purposes are completely the same.

"If they're still alive." Harry stopped laughing, and his face darkened as he added.

"Where are we going?" Tonks asked again. "Why the nineteenth floor? Harry, I didn't know you were so familiar with the Ministry of Magic."

"I've walked this road no less than fifty times in this entire semester, just in my dreams." The Savior of Gryffindor said in a hoarse voice, with his back turned to everyone, no one could see clearly His expression, "Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries, that damn door that can never be opened."

Following his words, the elevator stopped.

Sirius pushed away Harry and Scorpius and stood at the front of the door. He drew out his wand, and the sliding door slowly opened. Surprisingly, there was no one outside—everything seemed quiet , as if it had never been here.And the door that appeared at the end of the corridor was more familiar to Harry than anything else. He was right. He had been forced to look at this door almost every night for the past few months, and now He is here at last.

He walked towards it almost fascinated.

And Sirius grabbed him quickly from behind: "We promised Remus." Facing Harry's complaining gaze, he said gently.

Tonks opened his mouth wide and looked around: "I've never been here before."

"It feels eerie." Scorpius frowned, "but there's nothing here."

"They might be behind the door," said Harry uncertainly. "Ginny would be there too, I dreamed."

"No, I'm sure, Potter," said Scorpius. "There's no one here, at least not now. Ginny isn't here. We should get out of here and help the others."

"You're not always right," said Harry firmly. "She's here, and I see it."

"My feeling has never been wrong." Scorpius raised his eyebrows, feeling that his authority had been greatly challenged. "If I am a person who is full of flaws and flaws, at least my perception of this aspect is—"

"Have you prepared yourself for being beaten?"

With the sound of the elevator sliding door creaking and opening, the cold tone interrupted Scorpius from behind everyone.The voice—eerily familiar.

Lupine came out of the elevator, his wand in his hand. He should have been alone, but now, there was someone else standing beside him.

Under everyone's attention, Draco Malfoy walked out of the elevator first, his silver-gray eyes swept around everyone present, and finally stopped on the only Slytherin, he After a pause, he said slowly and condescendingly: "Thank God, you also know that you are full of flaws and flaws."

"That's just self-spoofing, you don't have to take it seriously." Scorpius felt his boyish heart was traumatized, "Why are you here?"

"You promised me that you would stay at Black's old house obediently throughout Christmas." Draco stepped forward, pinched the jaw of the third-year Slytherin, and pressed his thin lips tightly, "And I Now it's time to ask, what made you ignore my words again."