[HP] Noble

The crowd walked out of the room led by Lupine, and the children fell behind. Harry didn't deliberately lower his voice, because he wanted Hermione to think about it together—

"Ron, has it ever occurred to you that the Weasleys might indeed have magical bloodlines?"

"Tsk, that's really simple and rude, Potter." Hearing Ron gasp as if offended, Draco said gloatingly.

"No! Harry!" Ron took a deep breath.

"There's a reason I say that, Ron." Harry said calmly, "Do you still remember the Triwizard Tournament last year? On the way to save you, I accidentally went to the bottom of the Black Lake and saw something strange. engravings of—"

"The blood of magical creatures only appears in the families of dark wizards!" Ron raised his voice and interrupted his friend.

"You can almost hear the whole building, Weasley." Scorpius frowned. "Shall I give you a 'loud' so that all the Death Eaters come here, eh? So we You can actually see real dark wizards—and a lot of them.”

As if being choked by an invisible person, Ron immediately shut up.

An unseen figure patted Scorpius on the shoulder appreciatively from behind. "Good job," the Slytherin prince lazily praised.

"Go on, I'm a little interested, Harry." George said very calmly, "because I just found out unfortunately that I also wanted to taste that thing that normal people would find disgusting, and I seriously considered whether to eat it with fried rice. It will be even tastier when cooked.”

Everyone was strangely silent for a while. In response to these words, Hermione, who was originally following George, pushed him out of the door, seeming very afraid that he would really pounce on those things and take a bite. .

"...the paintings at the bottom of the Black Lake are very strange. It may have existed longer than Hogwarts. I think it tells the story of the appearance of the Mermaid. It probably says that a tribal leader brought all the tribes to In the water," Harry hesitated, "that tribal leader's hair happened to be accentuated with red paint."

"Oh, there aren't many magical families with red hair in England." George said softly, "except for the Wells family in Northern Ireland, who also have red hair."

"The name sounds familiar." Hermione was the last person to walk out of the room. After making sure that everyone was in the original hall, she carefully closed the door. "It was the invention of Floo powder in 1227 AD. Is that Ignatius Wells?"

"Yes, we are very distant relatives, that family is not as famous as the Weasley family." Fred added briskly.

"That's not the point." Ron muttered, looking up with fear, he raised his head and glanced at Scorpius quickly, then lowered his head again, "How could we have the blood of magical creatures, I never heard Dad mention it, And look at Charlie and Bill, they're both working out of the way of the water, if there's that kind of blood, how could they—"

"The uncontrolled full dominance of magical creatures only happens once a year after the bloodline has been completely inherited, idiot." Draco said contemptuously, "Your brothers don't need to take a few days off from their company to Report it to your useless brother?—Flagrate!"

A beam of red light shot out from Scorpius, apparently where Draco was originally standing.A huge cross appeared on the door they had just entered, burning with flames, in what looked like some sort of sinister ritual.Ron jumped away from it with a scream, and the door slammed shut at the same time. There was another rumbling sound, and the wall began to rotate at high speed again.

But this time, everyone clearly saw a large red flame in the blue.When everything stopped, the huge cross was still burning on the door, and now everyone knew that there were only eleven strange doors left in front of them waiting for them to enter.

"That's a good idea." Sirius shrugged, and casually walked to another door, "Shall we try this?"

Sirius walked straight to the door, and the others quickly followed.Scorpius frowned, struggled, and followed behind the crowd.The moment the door opened, Scorpius swayed and felt his shoulder bump into someone else.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the man's wrist under the robe - even though he couldn't see him.

Feeling that the breathing of the people around him became heavier, Scorpius paused and increased the force on his fingers. In the dim light, he shook his head in a small, almost imperceptible way.

someone.