[HP] Noble

Once upon a time, there was a pair of couples who fell in love with each other in a deviant way-they fell in love with the concept of "how can you fall in love if you are different in gender!"

One day, when they were "playing with dragons and water" in the lake, they were caught by a terrific person—this terrific person should not have appeared here, but by coincidence, he It still appeared (so this is fate).So the adulterer left, leaving another adulterer here to receive Master's shocking education.

Old man Wen's shocking education was really shocking. On that day, the sky at Hogwarts changed.

Those who are most directly exposed to these are of course the Gryffindors who live high and look far.

So a certain Gryffindor sitting by the window of the tower looked blankly at the suddenly cloudy sky outside and the lightning and thunder, retracted his neck, and said to another Gryffindor: "Spring is here, listen, Spring Thunder, Really loud."

"The spring thunder has sounded a month ago, and it's almost summer, you idiot." Another Gryffindor said testily, "Are you going to write a paper or not? Ronald Weasley !"

"Hermione, don't be irritable, what Ron needs is an education of love—alright Ron, come and get rid of it, do you expect that big greasy bat to let you go tomorrow!" Harry said gently , He was in a good mood to appreciate the potion paper "Analysis of the Potion Essence of Evening Primrose" which he had spent a whole afternoon writing, and then carefully rolled it up.

"Harry, I don't understand how you can be so calm." Hermione slapped the quill in her hand back on the table, "The third project is coming soon, and we really don't need to do anything to prepare! "

"June 6th, Hermione," Harry said optimistically, "it's still two months away, what's the rush?"

Ron immediately chimed in: "If I were you, I'd rather worry about my final exam."

"Oh come on! You don't care about your final exams either! Ron!" Hermione snapped her head and growled sternly.

Ron shrank subconsciously from being yelled at, and then realized that he shouldn't be like this, so under Harry's mocking gaze, Ron blushed and cleared his throat: "Listen, Hermione..." The Gryffindor girl who was called by her name raised her eyebrows, obviously she was listening attentively.

Ron hesitated for a long time, and couldn't figure out what to ask her to "listen", but at this moment, the Weasley twins who jokingly ran into the common room saved him-in fact, They managed to attract the attention of almost the entire common room, and Harry could clearly hear Hermione beeping impatiently, but this time she didn't begin to lecture anyone.

"We just got back from the Quidditch pitch, man!" said George.

Fred continued with a smile: "Suddenly the weather over there has turned so bad—thunderstorms, cold and hot—"

"Mrs. Hodge has already invited Dumbledore, but if I tell you, it will be useless." George shrugged, "Then the Malfoy boy found out why, he hid in the clouds on a broom, and saw — Ron, my little brother, may I ask what that look is?"

"Mum won't be happy, you hang out with that ferret all day," said Ron with a face full of embarrassment.

"Then go and sue, stupid boy." George immediately put on a contemptuous expression.

Hermione shot him a quick glance, then turned the realization back to the book - she didn't look like she wanted to say anything on the subject at all... well, at least not trying to help Ron, which was kind of weird ,Yes or no?Harry thought subtly, but there's always someone smoothing things out, so the Gryffindor Savior smiled awkwardly: "Well George, we all know Ron is just jealous, you know, when training, Gray That 'mmmmm' from the Tets is always going to show up, and Ron hasn't talked to him yet."

So George's expression finally softened under everyone's expectant eyes.

Fred sat down on the sofa next to Harry, "Continue talking!" he yelled, "You know what's going on, our heartthrob Professor is in trouble—there's an old man— Of course it was the old man who had never seen him before and got very angry at him by the lake, and then there were some bloody storms in the Hogwarts sky, which is now full of students, and some girls are crying stupidly. "

"What else is someone doing to Professor Wen Xin?" Ron opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Of course there is," George raised his eyebrows. "He's still young, and it's only natural to have someone who guides him with the knowledge of... uh (George gesticulates in the air)."

"And Professor Wen Xin didn't fight back, and was struck by lightning while standing there."

"That's why the girls are crying, Fred," said George. "They've made it up too much, if I ask you."

Harry: "Wait, is Gretel there?"

Fred: "Yes, Gretel is there too."

Ron stood up abruptly.

Realizing that everyone was smiling at him, he blushed and sat down again.

"I mean, go ahead, little brother," said George, smiling. "See you at dinner."

"Yes, go and have a look." Fred yawned, "Although I don't think you two have a future."

Ron went, and that night, he once again became the focus of attention-all those who failed to watch the accident in the afternoon were willing to listen to his wonderful description with various elements added, and after the excitement, Extract the main ingredients from the words of Gryffindor——

A dragon descended from the sky and took away their Professor Wenxin, and before this familiar dragon appeared, he had already fallen into a coma.

——"It sounds like a touching story. If Weasley can't eat in the future, remember to remind him that he has a talent for telling stories." Scorpius muttered and raised the glass of pumpkin juice, "It's a pity that no one told him Well, my grandpa didn’t do anything cruel—it just sounds like a big deal, but it’s actually not a big deal.” He had just returned from visiting and hearing the news in the medical wing, which gave him the illusion that this year he just met the medical wing like this .

At this time, it was as if a gust of cold air was blowing from the tailbone along the spine and across the back, he paused and shivered.

"What's wrong?" The rambling voice stopped, and Draco immediately realized something was wrong.

"It's a bit cold." Scorpius was also puzzled, but he didn't care and didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. He changed the topic, "Speaking of which, how is your training?"

Not answered.

Scorpius looked up and found that Draco was looking at the other side of the long table with a slight frown.So he curiously put down the tableware in his hand and followed Draco's gaze, and found that Master Malfoy was staring at Reynolds Dilgarbrest, and the latter obviously noticed it too, and he leaned back slightly , showing them a gentle and friendly smile, and raising the wine in his hand.

"I get a headache when I see him." Scorpius retracted his head and threw himself on his steak. God knows he was starving. He was terrified for a while, and he was exhausted by now.

"Retire early tonight."

A faint voice came from beside him.

Scorpius was taken aback, and stopped cutting the steak: "What, what's the matter?"

Draco nodded vaguely: "Because tomorrow is the weekend."

Scorpius didn't understand even more: "Yeah, what's wrong with weekends?" Isn't weekends just for sleeping in?

"My father asked Dumbledore for a leave of absence, and I was allowed to take you to visit Aunt Bella's vault."

"How do we get in?" Scorpius looked confused, "Where do we get in? Why are we in such a hurry to get in tomorrow?..."

"You have the key, boy." Draco snorted impatiently with contempt on his face, "just use that to get in. As for why, there is no reason-a minor needs to take care of his own vault, although Is that enough reason that there might not even be a Nat in it?"

"If you don't have a single Nat, you'll break a record—cheapest Christmas present." Scorpius wrinkled his nose and said dissatisfiedly, "I thought you were joking."

"How can there be so many jokes, boy." Draco put on a half-smile expression, "That key is hundreds of years old, strictly speaking, it is barely an antique."

"Well, if it's an antique, then who will pay Galleons for it?"

"I'm afraid not."

"...That's it, you bastard."

The next day, following the adults, Scorpius came to Diagon Alley for the first time when the non-semester was about to start—compared with the bustling time when the semester was about to start, it seemed a bit deserted here, but there were more or less one or two in every store Guests, there were little wizards who hadn't reached school age chasing and playing, and then dragging their parents screaming frantically to enter the candy store on the street.

At first, Scorpius was a little uneasy about Mr. Malfoy.

Regardless of whether the key was an empty vault or not, Draco's actions were not appropriate-but he was soon relieved, because Lucius Malfoy seemed to be unimpressed by Draco's actions. Don't care too much.Along Diagon Alley, he and Draco were left alone by the adults—the adults looked mysterious, as if they had other things to do.

So Draco took Scorpius to Gringotts alone—behind the marble foyer, behind the long counter, the goblins sat on stools and didn't seem particularly enthusiastic about the arrival of the guests, each of them They are all busy keeping accounts with ugly wrinkled handwriting, or holding a very small scale, weighing gems or unknown crystals that shine strangely.

"It's a stone infused with magic power. It's very valuable. Nobles like to set them on their wands to enhance their magic power." Draco casually explained that sometimes, he can be a good guide—especially when When the knowledge aspect involves common sense in the magic world——

"You should read more, boy, instead of looking like an illiterate or unseen bumpkin."

Of course, there is a price to be paid for Master Draco Malfoy as a guide.

For example, calmly accept his ridicule.

They made their way to the innermost table, where before they arrived the goblin was studying an unusual-looking gold galleon with great concentration.It wasn't until Draco cleared his throat that he looked up as if frightened.The trembling goblin examined the key in Scorpius' palm with a magnifying glass, and nodded, "Mrs. Lestrange's key—and now—who does it belong to?"

As soon as Scorpius opened his mouth to answer, he heard Draco in his ear, and replied in his usual arrogant and lazy tone: "Draco Malfoy, passed it to Scorpius Great as a Christmas present last Christmas .”

The goblin looked suspiciously back and forth between the two apparently underage wizards through its eyes. Finally, it withdrew its gaze: "I have to check."

It turned and jumped off the stool, disappearing behind the counter.

Not long after, an old heavy book covered in dust was thrown on the table.

Scorpius sneezed, took two quick steps back, and looked at the goblin who climbed up the stool again and stared at him as if offended, so he smiled feebly and said, "Sorry, I have rhinitis."

... As for whether the goblin knows what rhinitis is, it's none of his business.

The goblin's long, dirty nails were yellow with black dirt.It squinted its eyes and flipped through the books quickly, as if it was looking up something—it stopped quickly, and clicked on it with its hand: "I found it—let me see—December 12, Lesterland The Odd Key—okay, here it is."

It closed the book in its hand: "You have the right to use that vault, honorable sir." He said not very sincerely, for some reason, Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little, these goblins looked It looks scary.

Following another goblin who was called to lead the way, Scorpius tugged at Draco's sleeve curiously: "What if you want to rob Gringotts?"

Master Malfoy pulled back his sleeve, straightened it, and raised his sharp chin: "It will be torn into pieces and thrown into the dragon's mouth."

"Dragon? What dragon?"

"Rumor. There is a dragon in the abyss underground of Gringotts, but I haven't seen it either." Under Draco's gesture, the two climbed onto a simple, rough, and everywhere that looked like a coal mine. A handcart full of rust.

Looking up at the bottomless dark cave and the "seeming" abnormally steep car track, Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth: "I'm starting to feel a little uneasy."

"You won't be thrown out."

After Draco's short answer, they fell straight down a [-]-degree downhill road—there was no room for a soul buffer, and they fell.

Scorpius was hoarse.

He decided that he would never laugh at the behavior of the old man and the old lady for hiding the Galleon under the bed—in fact, they were probably the most sober people in the entire wizarding world.

Just when he was thinking this way, the little broken car whimpered and passed a huge waterfall without any warning.

Scorpius spat out the water in his mouth twice, clicked his mouth, and found that the waterfall was actually a bit sweet.

Draco took out his wand and cast a few quick-drying spells on himself, twisted his mouth, and saw the second-year Slytherin next to him smacking his mouth inquiringly.Sneered: "It's easy for anyone who wants to poison you to death."

What's the meaning?Scorpius pondered for a moment, then turned green.

"It's not poisonous, it's a manifest potion - it can dissolve all transformation spells and potions such as invisibility, Animagus, and Polyjuice Potion." The goblin explained earlier, and Scorpius decided to like it.

Compared with this... Scorpius twisted the sleeve that was still dripping water, comparison can always produce beauty, isn't it?

"—Honestly, Draco, can't you just give me a Quick Charm?"

"I thought you already knew."

"Why should I do this?"

"Because it's common sense, Mr. Great."

"Hey, you have too much common sense, Mr. Malfoy! Hurry up and stop dawdling, hurry up and curse!"