[HP] Noble

"I'm tired enough, don't provoke me to scold you anymore." Draco snorted coldly, and now he was sitting gracefully on the bed, holding a mirror that chattered endlessly, with a medicine box in his hand, and now He was busy applying a purple potion to the little wound on his face where the sawdust from the previous duel had scratched—

Scorpius crawled over to look, and found that it was the slurry of African piranhas.

"Put it down, you have three hundred Galleons in your hand." Draco snorted.

Scorpius put down the potion and sat down beside Draco.The platinum noble raised his eyelids lazily, glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and kept moving his hands—Scorpius clearly saw that the purple potion was being absorbed by his pale skin, and the redness and swelling disappeared immediately. Swollen, leaving only small marks.

Draco: "You look like you have something to say."

"As a man, having a scar on your face adds to your masculinity. You don't have to take care of your face so carefully, Draco, that's what Pansy does." Scorpius said seriously.

"Get out." To this, Draco's answer was very simple and clear.

Of course Scorpius would not really roll, and raised his hand in surrender: "Okay, skip this topic-actually, what I have doubts about is, how do you know that Professor Moody is not Professor Moody-okay," received Scorpius shrugged, "I mean, how do you know that Professor Moody is a fake Barty Crouch?"

"This question still makes me want to tell you to get the hell out, what can I do?"

"Oh come on Draco, don't be so stingy, you should answer at least one of the two questions, right?"

Draco put down the cotton swab in his hand, and the room instantly became quiet, as if after some serious thinking, Draco dragged his tone and said a word slowly: "Ferret. "

"What?" Scorpius asked inexplicably. "Ferret? What ferret?"

Draco pondered for a moment, and said with some reluctance: "Because it is impossible for Moody to know that the Animagus of the Malfoy family is in a ferret state."

Scorpius: "... I seem to have heard some terrible news."

Draco glanced at him blankly: "Be normal, don't make me beat you - the fact that he can think of insulting me with a ferret shows he's someone who knows that - someone who knows that Not many, and most of them are-"

Scorpius: "What is it?"

"So far, I'm afraid it will be dawn before the next topic is finished." Draco yawned, put the medicine box under the bed, and got into the bed. He lay himself down comfortably and closed his eyes. Wearily said, "There are a lot of misleading things I have to explain to you-and I just happen to hate explanations the most."

"You can't be so self-willed for the rest of your life!" Scorpius said reproachfully, looking at the man who had closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep at any time.

"As long as I like," Draco muttered vaguely, "Now turn off the lights and go to sleep, or get out."

So Scorpius crawled to turn off the bedside lamp, and got into bed.The quilt is full of the faint smell that Draco usually has, like the special scent of some dried flowers or herbs——

"Oh, I smell like you," Scorpius said, sniffing his nose.

Then under the covers, he got a kick from Draco in answer.

Huddled in the soft bed, Scorpius felt very comfortable.However, once the whole person relaxes, everything that happened tonight can't help echoing in his mind. The scene of the Hufflepuffs rushing to the center of the field is like a movie dialing back, replaying in his mind over and over again—— With his eyes closed, even though he was very tired, Scorpius found that he couldn't fall asleep.

He knew Draco wasn't really asleep either - that's why he didn't want to go back to his room - and after a night like this, it would be really hard to be alone at night with no one to talk to It was too difficult... Although he was silent, he could feel that there was such a person beside him about a fist's distance away, a living person with body temperature.

There was a silence between the two for about ten minutes, until Draco's indifferent voice broke the silence again——

"Afraid?"

Scorpius was taken aback.

Then he nodded honestly, thought for a while, shook his head again, and replied: "The touch is greater than the fear."

This time, Draco didn't answer him, but Scorpius knew he agreed with his answer, and with a sigh, he buried himself deeper under the covers.

The night was too long and difficult, but everyone knew that the dawn would come.

……

Harry thought he was about to face suspicion from all walks of life, and he was even prepared to deal with it—but this time, he found that he didn't.

Even the Diggory couple didn't have any negative emotions towards him. On the contrary, they were grateful to Harry for bringing back Cedric's complete body.Hermione told Harry that it was because of Dumbledore's magic screen that everyone saw the two of them peacefully reaching out to hold the trophy - people believed their eyes, and they wanted to believe that Harry and Cedric were at the end A certain kind of agreement has been reached, and they are willing to share this honor together.

"So no one will suspect that you hurt your classmates for the trophy, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, who came to the school the day after it happened and gave Harry the best hug possible.

Even so, when people face Harry, their feelings are still quite subtle.

Because he announced the return of the Dark Lord in front of everyone, and the Ministry of Magic firmly denied this fact.

Everyone, Harry knew, had their own ideas in mind right now—some believed him, others thought he was just nonsense.Of course Hermione and Ron believed him, and they emphasized to Harry again and again, asking him to "don't care what others say, Harry, just be yourself".

In this way, Harry ushered in the last night of the fourth grade.

Hogwarts at the end of this semester is also silently telling everyone its injustice.

The whole auditorium was hung with black vertical mannequins, no longer the colors of the winning academy - no one had any objection to this, although the huge hourglass at the end of the corridor told everyone that at least at the moment before stepping into the auditorium, Slater There are the most gems in Lin's hourglass—second only to Gryffindor. Scorpius believes that Draco's last "helping classmates avoid the three unforgivable curses" is the main reason for Slytherin's lead.

The atmosphere at the end-of-term dinner was not very good.

During this time, the Hufflepuffs were in low spirits.When Dumbledore rose from his seat, they looked up in bewilderment at their Headmaster.

"Another year is over." Dumbledore said calmly, glancing down at his children, "but this year, I have something else to say—"

"During this year, we helped each other, united and loved each other, we helped our friends overcome difficulties one after another, applauded them, cheered for them—"

Another girl began to sob softly.

"Tonight, let us raise our glasses to the brave men of Hogwarts - to Harry Potter," said Dumbledore, raising his glass, "and to our eternal friend, Cedric Dee Gorey."

Everyone stood up one after another, and there was the sound of chairs being dragged on the floor tiles in the auditorium. Everyone raised their goblets and said in unison in a deep and deep voice: "Cedric Diggory."

To everyone's surprise, Dumbledore calmly announced the return of Voldemort afterwards.

"You have the right to know the truth, who killed our dearest friend." Dumbledore stood in the center of the professor's chair, and did not sit down from the beginning to the end, "It was Voldemort."

This name brought too much shock to the auditorium.

Almost at the same moment, the auditorium became instantly silent—almost even breathing seemed to be stagnant.Then there was a buzz of conversation, everyone was exchanging horrified glances, Professor McGonagall looked very serious, Professor Snape was still expressionless, Professor Moody—the real Professor Moody, the one with the His magic eyes were fixed on Dumbledore thoughtfully.

Dumbledore's words are destined to make this seemingly sumptuous dinner dull.

Almost everyone was immersed in their own thinking, they were choosing a position: Is it Dumbledore, or the Ministry of Magic?

"—I wouldn't believe anyone."

That night, Draco leaned against the head of the bed and said lazily: "The Malfoy family has never been a good follower, for everyone."

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Draco confessed the Malfoys' shortcomings so bluntly.

"That's an advantage, silly boy." As if seeing through Scorpius' thoughts, Draco said disdainfully, "This has guaranteed the Malfoy family's enduring presence in the wizarding world for a hundred years."

"The mouth grows on you." Scorpius curled his lips and lifted a corner of the quilt.

Then he was quickly pressed back by Draco, Prince Slytherin's silver-gray pupils were staring at him vigilantly at this moment: "Is the bed in your bedroom falling apart?"

"No, but Dumbledore's words made me sleepless tonight." Scorpius blinked.

"To hell with you," Draco said without being aristocratic, "you're really giving me sleepless nights here - you're such a bad sleeper -"

"Okay, good night." Scorpius said, lifted the quilt and got in——

"Hey! - damn, did you take a shower!" Draco muttered.

"I just came here after washing, and my hair is still wet." Scorpius said with a smile.

"...Touch my pillow when it's dry."

"At this time, shouldn't you say that you won't catch a cold if you dry it?"

"Then what does it matter to me?" Draco asked meanly, "The head is on your neck and the pillow is mine."

"Oh, you bastard." Scorpius cursed in a low voice, and turned off the bedside lamp, and the bedroom immediately fell into darkness.

"I haven't changed into my pajamas yet!"

"Good night, Draco."

"You don't want to step into my dormitory again in the near future! Really!"

"Oh, I have to remind you that the term is over - we have to get on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow - are you inviting me to come and share your sheets with you next term?"

"..."

The next day, feeling irritable due to lack of sleep, before getting off the train, Draco and Harry took Goyle and Crabbe and had another fight on the train - the Weasley twins were involved, but between They're on good terms with Draco now, so like Zabini, they're professional messers - but if it weren't for them, things would be worse than they are now.

Now it seems that it is just a small problem that Draco's neckline has lost a few sleeves, and Potter has a little nosebleed.

Throwing a note to Harry viciously, after the train stopped, Draco tugged at his collar irritably, picked up his suitcase and walked off the train without looking back.

"What's written on it?" Scorpius raised his head curiously.

"Similar to the address of Malfoy Manor," Harry said hesitantly.

Then Ron smashed the glass in his hand—

"Ron!" said Hermione reproachfully, grabbing her robes and jumping out of the way to avoid being splashed by the pumpkin juice in the glass.Sirius also tilted his head with great interest, glanced twice, and finally gave an inexplicable evaluation——

"It seems that Lucius Malfoy's big peacock really woke up this time."

Scorpius was puzzled, and finally glanced at the chaotic Gryffindors. He caught up with the back of the platinum nobleman, and grabbed Draco just before he got off the train. The latter turned his head, raised eyebrows.

"Write a letter," said Scorpius curtly.

"No need, no accidents, we can meet in less than half of the summer vacation." Draco pulled back his sleeves, frowning, "I hope you can get rid of your habit of pulling your sleeves by then - the last time my robe was caught You pulled a button off, remember?"

"Do you have to scold me non-stop before you leave?"

"...Facing you, I don't find anything else to do besides scolding you." Draco replied sincerely.

Under the reproachful eyes of the second-year Slytherin, Draco dragged the box and walked towards the direction where his father was standing in front of the luxury car not far away.

Everything will come.

After getting into the car, Draco thought silently, as long as he chose the right position, all he needs to do is to wait quietly——

And this time, he believed, he was right.

Book One, Volume Three, Order of the Phoenix