[HP] Noble

The scene became more and more chaotic, the huge Hufflepuff flag was passed in every silent hand, people raised their hands, looked up, silently watching the yellow and gray flag pass overhead , most of the Slytherins stayed at the end of the stands, they watched silently, watching the banner circle around the field, and finally being covered on the eternal warrior of Hogwarts.

Compared to the little badgers who seemed to be completely broken and crying, Slytherin chose to deal with all this with silence.

Even Pansy's eyes were only red, she stood stiffly in place, but her nails were completely sunk into the palm of her hand, Scorpius sounded a little dazed, before Pansy always called Cedric Diggory with a smile "" That handsome Hufflepuff Seeker", and Draco would always make a disdainful nasal sound at this time, saying very mockingly "a big stupid fool"——

But no matter how they judged it, they would never have imagined that one day, they would witness the death of this Hufflepuff with their own eyes.

Dumbledore came back, and he appeared beside the crowd, and everyone crowded to make way for the old headmaster, so the old headmaster saw the young man in the middle of the crowd, covered by the flag of his own college, And Harry Potter, who was firmly held down by his godfather as if under the worst Imperius Curse, behind the half-moon-shaped lenses, the blue eyes of the always kind and happy old man no longer flickering, but full of sadness and exhaustion.

It was at such a moment that people suddenly realized that the omnipotent and greatest white wizard of this century in their eyes was also old after all.

He also has things he can't figure out.

Dumbledore held the dead branch-like magic wand in his old hand. Under everyone's attention, he raised his wand and pointed vertically at the summer sky dotted with black ink dotted with starlight. He was so low that he said to himself: "Cedric Diggory."

A beam of dazzling light shot out from the front end of the wand and shot straight into the clouds of the sky.

"Cedric Diggory."

People pulled out their magic wands one after another, calling out the boy's name, more and more rays of light shot into the sky, gradually converging into a beam, the huge beam of light pierced through the clouds, completely illuminating the sky, and for a while , the playing field is like daytime.

After doing this, the Slytherins still silently put their wands into their pockets, and turned and left in groups.

For a long time afterwards, someone tried to accuse Slytherin of being too indifferent to Cedric Diggory's death. Chippaqi's relationship hits a freezing point.No Slytherin has come out to defend himself, and they usually only give each other a dismissive glance when it comes to the responsibility of verbal agitation.

This kind of misunderstanding continued until Qiu Zhang stepped forward and told everyone that she saw the "soul ladder" from Slytherin in the stands that day, "The light is sincere and powerful, please stop criticizing." In these days said the Ravenclaw girl, visibly gaunt.

At this time, the gossip is completely gone.

"What is the 'soul ladder'?" Scorpius asked inexplicably.

"A spell widely circulated in the wizarding world. A white ray of light is shot from the wand directly into the sky. It is said that this ray can guide the dead wizard to find the way to Merlin." Draco put down the newspaper in his hand—then It reported the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament at length, and Mr. Diggory's tearful appearance was put on the headlines by the reporters. He stuffed the newspaper in his hand under his schoolbag, and glanced at the second-year Slater strangely. Lin, "I remember when you did the magic well, and you didn't know what it was?"

"I just chant the spell after you," Scorpius said awkwardly, "but I don't know what that means."

……

However, these are things for later, let's put them aside for the time being.

Now, Scorpius, who had just witnessed a death with his own eyes, walked at the head of the Slytherin team with Draco. Behind them, most of the young masters and ladies from ancient noble wizard families were talking in low voices. Scorpius Hearing a series of fragmentary words such as "Crouch" and "Dark Lord", he turned his head, only to see the usual indifference on the faces of the Slytherins.

Perhaps there is also a trace of imperceptible fatigue.

In this unacceptable ending, as Slytherins, they had seen more of the truth than any other house - or even Hufflepuff itself.

The advancing team remained silent for the most part, but just as they passed the first corner of the corridor, there was a sudden sound of arguing behind Scorpius——

"—well, then you go! You coward—if Cedric Diggory's death doesn't make it clear to you—"

"Pansy!"

Draco's sudden, low-pitched warning made Scorpius's heart skip a beat.

He stopped abruptly, turned around in shock, and soon he saw Pansy in the crowd, a beautiful dark-haired Slytherin who was now yelling at Nott, who was in her same year, Most of the time, he is a loner, and Scorpius thinks he is a difficult person to get along with. However, at this moment, he seems to have a dispute with Pansy.

The Slytherin team stopped.

The expressions on the faces of most of the seniors became very subtle.

Pansy moved the corners of her lips, glanced at Draco quickly, and finally brushed her hair. Without saying a word, she quickly returned to the side of the platinum nobleman, and said in a low and vague voice, "Let's go."

Draco lowered his eyes, but unexpectedly he didn't laugh at her nervousness at all, but still glanced at Nott with warning and stern eyes, then turned around without saying a word, leading the whole Slytherin The team walked towards the cellar, unknowingly, Zabini stood on the other side of Scorpius, then Gore, Crabbe, Daphne Greengrass... more people joined the first step team.

Nott snorted heavily, and walked in a completely different direction - no one knew where he was going.

Scorpius wanted to look back, but his chin was pinched by a pair of warm hands with a familiar scent and his face was twisted back. Draco's plain voice rang in his ears: "Look at the road, there are steps under your feet."

This reminder sounds very familiar.

It seems to be when I first entered school...Master Malfoy murmured the most lines in his ear, usually followed by an impatient "You idiot", Scorpius carefully crossed A staircase with a sudden change in height - many people will habitually sprain their feet here.

My heart suddenly became more relaxed.

Rubbing his brows and eyes, he was about to tell Draco the bits and pieces he had just remembered on the field, but before he could speak, Pansy interrupted him, and the Slytherin girl stopped walking, Turning around and standing on tiptoes slightly, he lay on the edge of the window of the castle that had been cleaned spotlessly because of the Triwizard Tournament and looked out: "Strange, Draco, come and see."

"what happened?"

Scorpius heard Draco ask.

"That's Potter—and Professor Moody, hell, shouldn't Professor Black be inseparable from Potter at this time?" Pansy's voice was full of doubts.

Draco slowly frowned again.

He didn't make the pose that only little girls are suitable for lying on the window and looking out. He just stood there with his hands hanging naturally on the sides of his robe: "Potter? Only Professor Moody? No Dumbledore or other professors ?”

"Here, let me see—no—" Pansy put her foot down and said over her shoulder, "It's just the two of them, Potter and Moody."

"Damn it." Draco ripped his platinum-blond hair and tousled it a little, showing a trace of fatigue. He said such words that no one could understand, and said "I knew it would be like this" while anxiously Rushing to go back.Zabini shrugged and turned around to see Draco hurrying back, and said to the other fourth graders who were hesitating: "The rest follow, go back to the cellar anyway, Professor Snape It might be here soon."

No one refuted, they turned around and followed Zabini. Everyone knew that without Draco Malfoy, the leader of the grade could only be the second-ranked Blaise Zabini.

Of course, there is no such thing as a "grade leader" in Scorpius' mind.

So he turned around and followed Draco without hesitation, leaving behind a group of classmates who were looking at each other bitterly because of the loss of leadership, Astoria glanced lightly at one big and one small Slytherin and left Qu's back, turned around and walked out from the crowd, cleared his throat, and said calmly: "Second grade, come with me."

Until Slytherin's team completely disappeared around a corner.

"What are you doing here?" Draco didn't slow down his pace, which made Scorpius start to trot to barely keep up with him—today was like a replay of a first grade scene—

"Can I say I don't trust you?" Scorpius rolled his eyes. It's been a year, and he hasn't trotted behind Draco like a dogleg for a whole year.

"You can, but I won't hesitate to laugh at you until you regret saying so." Draco replied deadpan, stomping on his feet.

"Well, the answer is that I have something to ask Dumbledore."

Prince Slytherin stumbled, but quickly resumed his normal pace before Scorpius bumped into him, another second-year Slytherin's surprise, and he didn't ask him why or say... s Copi thought Draco might have guessed something.

The two answered the Hogwarts gate in silence all the way, Draco pushed Scorpius, and simply ordered: "Go to Dumbledore or McGonagall—anyway, let them go as quickly as possible." Hurry up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office."

"I can't call a principal or vice-principal, and now the Quidditch field is in chaos, why should they bother me!" Scorpius said angrily after being pushed abruptly and almost lost his footing.

"You can call them." Draco was half hidden in the darkness of the castle wall, his voice was low and deep, and then he said a term that Scorpius was very unfamiliar with, "Tell them,' Order of the Phoenix'."

"Phoenix... what?" Scorpius was puzzled.

"You don't have to figure out what it is, do it anyway, go." After Draco finished, he didn't intend to say any more words to him, he pulled out his wand from his robe, turned around and trotted onto the ground. The intersection leading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.