[HP] Noble

At Draco's insistence, Scorpius failed to bring the golden cup back to Hogwarts.On the way back to school, everyone finally chose to take the carriage. The two adults and the two young Slytherins sat together in the spacious and comfortable carriage. Scorpius' father and Mr. Malfoy said without answering The private life and gossip of the officials of the Ministry of Magic - as I said before, even men need a rich and hot gossip life.

They say Ms. Dodgers, a clerk at the Justice Department, has a magical cat that turns into a normal Muggle with no powers at night—

Mr. Gretel: "I think that's why she's still happy and unmarried now."

Mr. Malfoy tapped the snake head stick in his hand lightly on the soft carpet in the carriage, and lazily added: "I heard that the cat can keep its ears and tail when it becomes a Muggle."

"Oh, my God, it's really..." Mr. Great sneered.

Draco cleared his throat, Mr. Great was taken aback, and Lucius exchanged a look of enlightenment, the latter patted the shoulder of his son who was already in the fourth grade who obviously knew a lot, and then shut up knowingly There was an awkward silence in the carriage for a while.

"What is it?" Only Scorpius was puzzled, "Dad, it's annoying not to say half of what you said."

"Okay boy, how can you say that your English is not good?" Mr. Gretel lied without changing his face, "This is the way British nobles like to speak, tactful, reserved and elegant."

"Did not see it."

Unwrapping a newly purchased cheese-filled chocolate stuffed into his mouth, he replied vaguely. After his cheek was kicked twice from inside, Scorpius immediately closed his mouth and chewed it quickly until he was sure that there was something in his mouth. The chocolate frog would not open its mouth and jump out of its own mouth, so it sighed, and its black eyes rolled quickly in the eyes: "So this is one of the reasons why I hate the chocolate frog, can it not grow old?" move."

"Maybe we can also use it to teach preschool aristocratic kids not to talk when they have food in their mouths."

"Oh, you hate Draco."

"You're welcome, dear Scorpius." Draco said coolly, curling the corners of his lips.

"—That's a bit shocking, son." Mr. Great turned around and looked at the scenery outside, and found that it might take a while before we got to Hogwarts. Of course, we couldn't continue. It was an adult topic, so he had no choice but to ask, "Tell me what you just found in the Lestrange family's vault?"

"A lot of Galleons," said Scorpius immediately, "a lot of it."

"There is a crown made by goblins from the last century at the door, which is more than double the value of all the Galleons combined. That treasury is a waste for you." Draco squinted contemptuously at Stoudemire, who was a little bit excited. Leitlin.

"Okay, even if that's the case, it's mine now. I asked you symbolically just now if you want to return the key, but you said no." Scorpius replied happily, "It's mine Well, even if there is no dime in it, it still occupies an unusual hole in Gringotts."

"And as far as I can tell, you don't seem to have anything 'unusual' worth putting in there."

"I can lock you in, Draco."

"I remember that my surname is not Gretel, and your surname also happens not to be Malfoy." The platinum nobleman said contemptuously, "Why do you lock me in as your free property?"

Before the direction of the problem became even weirder under the leadership of the two young Slytherins, at least someone spoke up to stop it from firmly heading towards the weird road and never returning.

"—When you are still underage, Dad thinks you should give the key to Dad for safekeeping." Mr. Great said gently.

"That's not it," Scorpius immediately said vigilantly, "You are just like mom, you don't have any lucky money every year!"

Lucius put on an elegant smile on the side: "New Year's money? Kyle Grace, I didn't expect you to have fallen to this point."

Draco frowned slightly: "New Year's money, what is that?"

Scorpius: "Equivalent to Christmas gifts, in China, adults like to give money directly to children."

Draco: "But since it's a Christmas present, why should it be kept by adults?"

Scorpius looked very satisfied with Draco asking this question, as if he had been eager to answer it: "This is the logic that adults have been solid and unshakable for many years-they usually think that children take so much money. Money is no good, so it has to be handed over to them for safekeeping - and then the next year, either you have forgotten the number of the money, or you have given up on it completely - if you keep remembering until you grow up you can have the right to When you manage this money, you will be horrified to find that you have reached the age where you should give other children New Year's money...and this age happens to be an age where you are ashamed to ask your parents for money."

"I don't know that you have so many opinions on your lucky money, son."

"I've been holding it in for so many years, and today I finally said it. It's so refreshing. I'll tell you, Dad."

When the group returned to school, it was already curfew time, and Draco was left in the room specially prepared for guests by Mr. Malfoy. They seemed to have something important to talk about—at least Draco looked full of serious.

Scorpius insisted on walking back to the cellar from the school gate: "What danger can there be in Hogwarts?"

"For heaven's sake, son, Crouch's still lying in St Mungaloo's!"

The two Gretels had an argument, and finally Scorpius won. He insisted that in the castle, except for the students and professors, no one else would appear dangerously.Kyle Grace thought about it, and finally gave up and let Scorpius go back alone, because he didn't think it was necessary to remind his son that Durmstrang was the biggest suspect in the attack on Crouch people.

He hadn't been hurt in that weird attack simply because the man didn't want to hurt him—for whatever reason.

Finding the culprit is important, it may be about that person's actions... well, it's definitely about that person's actions.But as a father, Kyle Grace also has a selfish side: he doesn't want to bring it up in front of Scorpius again, his son forgets, and that's good, because he doesn't need his because of this too heavy a burden Son to remember.

Watching Scorpius walk lightly, hunched like a kitten, and quickly walked through the corridor until his back disappeared from his sight.

"We'll make the right choice, son."

Facing the empty corridor with only the torches on the wall shining dimly and flickering light, Mr. Great's eyes were calm, and he spoke softly as if talking to himself.

……

May is a busy season.

The weather has started to heat up, and the supply of cool frozen puddings and iced pumpkin juice on the table is no longer a reminder to everyone at Hogwarts that summer is coming.With the heavy cloaks finally off, everyone almost felt a little lighter off their shoulders, and throwing a cooling spell on themselves before entering certain classrooms seemed to be the new fad.

This hypocritical move was of course Draco's invention.

Because he insisted that "if I enter that old bat-like woman's classroom without giving myself a cooling spell, I will faint from the heat immediately and without hesitation"-note, the old bat-like woman is certainly not Si Professor Nepe's daughter-in-law (...), Professor Trelawney who teaches Divination - even in the hottest July, the fireplace in her classroom never goes out.

Of course, Scorpius didn't remind Draco that his dislike of the female professor this time also reflected the weak and delicate nature of his Master Malfoy.

Because if you say it, you may be beaten.

So Scorpius never bothered to do such a thankless task.

He has his own things to keep busy, such as dealing with the upcoming final exams-this always makes him restless, especially when he did well in the last semester, he doesn't want to go back this semester at all- In Scorpius' view, it's actually quite good to keep standing still... Of course, the result of "progress" is barely acceptable.

For a few weeks, he became a bit like Hermione.

He walks around with different books all day long, and spends most of his time hanging around Draco at the same time, asking him all the questions he can think of-but Draco has to prepare for the temporary school team training, so it develops to the end, Scorpius learned to jot down the questions on a new parchment every day, and to ask them whenever he could.

This state of being close to madness finally annoyed Mr. Draco Malfoy, who was always full of love in front of Scorpius.

For example, at breakfast, when Draco was about to eat some bread with butter and jam quietly, Scorpius held up a book on the history of magic that he didn't know where the hell came from, and asked him endlessly, "Oh Draco , you put the bread away first, this question bothered me so much that I couldn't sleep yesterday - listen, in 1940, who was the wizard who invented the 'gut-extracting spell', and what exactly does this spell do?" etc. are completely out of place The problem.

"Why don't you ask the professor?" Draco put down his breakfast viciously, trying not to think about the scene of the gut-ejecting curse, but he sadly found that he couldn't - even the buttered bread under the strawberry jam It is reminiscent of the literal meaning of the word "scarred".

Under Pansy's playful gaze, Draco sighed wearily: "See that row of professors on the professor's bench, please remember, the reason why they sit there is to ask you questions. You can randomly Pick one, and then, go ask."

Scorpius stretched his neck and scanned around, curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Professor Binns is not here."

"Then ask Dumbledore!"

Draco blurted it out, and immediately felt that it was a really good idea--everyone in Hogwarts, except for the old lunatic headmaster, could find something in his mouth with a smile when Scorpius asked such a question. No second person.

There was no rest on this side of the Slytherin table, and on the other side of the hall, Harry Potter was not having a good time either.

He felt like he was going crazy with the mess.

Seeing that the last event of the three-strong league is coming, he has been hanging around. This morning, when he saw his watch pointing to May [-]th-one month before the third event, and Durmstrang's Quidditch There were still three days left in the game... At Ron's urging, the Gryffindor savior rubbed his face - he must have gotten up in the wrong way today, the calendar must be broken.

On the Quidditch practice ground, Harry was flying dazedly past a goal when a red ball slammed across his head and flew the other way.

Harry sidled away so hastily that he almost fell off his broom.

"—that's a Bludger! Malfoy!" Not far away, the poor interim captain was busy yelling at the Platinum Noble, "You can't use it as a Quaffle—for Merlin's sake Now, you tell me that there's something about them that confuses you? They're not even the same color—if you want to score so much, why don't you be a Chaser!"

Fred: "That's a good one, buddy!"

George: "Don't yell at Midler (the interim captain's surname) like that. The game will be played the day after tomorrow. As representatives of Hogwarts—we must be united, tense, serious and lively!"

... No, it's not the wrong way to get up, I must have not gotten up at all today.

Looking at the proud Draco Malfoy, Harry lazily stretched out his hand and caught the golden snitch flapping its wings under his nose, looking at the harmonious silver, green, gold and red of Slytherin and Gryffindor in front of him. The wonderful and harmonious picture reflected, suddenly felt a little pain in my stomach.