[HP] Noble

The hottest day of summer is finally coming to an end.

Only the orange-juice-colored setting sun shone on the asphalt road, and the midday heat finally became a little cooler—but it was only a little bit, Scorpius wiped his face sweating, he twisted his neck, trying to adjust a direction so that the slightest wind that doesn't actually exist blows his neck.

Now he was pulling his suitcase and standing in a clearing with yellow grass.

The vacant lot was odd, and it stood out between two ordinary houses, and from one of the nearest buildings there was the thumping of the stereo—it sounded like someone was beating the quilt with a stick, Scorpius looked, but couldn't find the source of the sound—of course, the most three-dimensional sound was the chattering of grandpa behind him—

In fact, the old man has been nagging since he got off the plane, his waist hurts a little, and his feet are swollen because of the high altitude—and now, he has already started to complain that he needs to fight jet lag.

"I really don't understand how the UK can be so hot!" the old man muttered.

"There's been a drought this year, Dad." Mr. Great said gently, putting one hand on Scorpius' shoulder, and with the other hand he took out the old pocket watch in his pocket and looked at it, "I think they It's almost there."

Scorpius stood where he was, raised his left foot and relaxed—in fact, he didn’t know who the “they” his father was referring to were, a week before the summer vacation started, without any warning, He was asked to start packing his luggage in advance. A week later, he boarded the plane from China to the UK, and rushed to this open space without stopping after getting off the plane. For Merlin's sake, he didn't even take a sip of water. I didn't have time to drink, and the plane meal was too bad.

For the person he is about to meet, he has a bad premonition—at least judging from the surrounding environment at the meeting place, he will definitely not meet any Slytherin he is familiar with...Of course, the one he is familiar with is still There's a whole bunch of--

bah—

"Oh my God! Ron dear! You're stepping on my robe!"

"Yes, sorry Tonks!"

"Please stand still, Nymphadora!"

"It's not my fault this time, Lupine—and don't call that horrible name!"

Well, Scorpius thought calmly, a lot of Gryffindors.

A witch with pink hair stood in front of Scorpius. She was grabbing her robe from the ground, pulled out her wand in a panic from her trouser pocket, and whispered a cleansing spell. Behind her, It was Lupine who was shaking hands with his father... The former professor, behind Lupin, the one standing at the end trying to hide his presence, had a face like a monkey's butt... Forget it, be more elegant, it was the face and himself The youngest son of the Weasleys, Ron Weasley, with the same red hair.

…Looking at the suitcase at hand, and looking at Ron Weasley, who was obviously just walking out of his bedroom somewhere, Scorpius felt his stomach drop to the bottom of his feet.

"What is this for?" Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth, grabbed his father's belt from behind, and whispered in Chinese, "You made me give up my summer vacation and rush to pack and walk all the way without touching the ground. Back to England just to let me live with a Weasley?"

"Aha, you can't say that - in fact, here - son, take this." Mr. Great smiled awkwardly, and stuffed a note that was slightly stained with sweat into Scorpius' palm , Scorpius opened it inexplicably, and only saw an address written on the note: The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

It's the Order of the Phoenix again.

"I know you have questions, boy, but not now." Professor Lupine smiled. He looked fine now, although it was almost a full moon, but he was not as tired as Scorpius imagined. , the werewolf gently took the note in his hand, took out his wand and lit the note.As he did so, Scorpius heard his father pluralize his grandfather in Chinese.

At this time, a cheerful female voice came from Scorpius' left hand side. Obviously, Scorpius raised an eyebrow. They had a lively adult witch. At this moment, this young witch with pink hair Patting Ron on the back so hard it sounded like a drum, she said to Ron, giggling, "You didn't come here to stand and watch, boy, be brave, You can't go after a Slytherin with an upturned nose like this."

Scorpius: "..."

Lupine cleared his throat, and Scorpius wasn't sure if he heard something, but his expression changed quickly and then quickly returned to normal: "Thinking about the address you just saw."

Scorpius tried his best to concentrate, and soon, a dilapidated gate appeared out of nowhere in the open space between the two houses, as if the sponge had absorbed water, it suddenly swelled and squeezed the houses on both sides apart. The windows of this house were wide open, and a rather fat, kind-faced witch was standing by the window on the second floor, beating a worn-out green carpet that was full of dust—obviously, she was the one who made the fluttering sound heard before. .

"Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix," Tonks said cheerfully.

Before Scorpius hesitantly raised his heels to Professor Lupin, he was grabbed from behind by Mr. Gretel. His father's voice sounded very tense, and he said, "What does Nymphadora mean by that?" ?”

"Welcome." Scorpius snorted absently, "Dad, when did your English become worse than mine?"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about—tell me I'm thinking too much!"

The expression on Scorpius' face froze, and then he snorted: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

"You're young—and, you know, a Gryffindor! That's inappropriate!" Mr. Gretel groaned, changing, "I'll sue your mother!"

"Okay, no, oops." Scorpius grabbed his suitcase, walked past his father and walked into the door——

A row of old-fashioned kerosene lamps on the wall whizzed on, as if they knew someone had walked into the house. The dim yellow firelight flickered and cast unreal light, and the peeling white printed wallpaper on the wall—of course Well, they just used to be white...now there are black spots of mildew all over the place.There is a rug hanging on the wall on the left hand side of the house - why would anyone hang a rug on the wall? Area of ​​spider web.

On the walls, dusty portraits hung crookedly in silver-green (this is surprising) frames, each flanked by two twisted snake-like lamps, sadly no longer. Lights up again.Scorpius looked around, and suddenly had the unreal feeling of "this also once belonged to a Slytherin".

There was a thumping sound on the stairs, and then, before Scorpius could see clearly, a witch with disheveled brown hair jumped into his arms and gave him a strong and warm hug, Scorpius He opened his mouth in surprise, and then felt that he had become much better. He returned her a hug: "Hermione, it's great to meet you!"

"Scorpius, they told me you would come." Hermione Granger impatiently brushed the hair sticking to her face, "So we are cleaning up and hope to clean up a decent house for you Using—God knows, from here on out, no one ever thought we needed a housecleaning."

Hermione spoke quickly, as if the incident had been holding her back for a long time.

"Hello, Gretel."

Behind Hermione came a voice that sounded overly enthusiastic and seemed very artificial and reluctant.

Scorpius looked over Hermione's shoulder, and sure enough, he saw Harry Potter.

"Seeing that I don't need to force myself to use such a high enthusiasm mode, Potter." Scorpius let go of Hermione, with a sneer on his face, "We haven't gotten to this level yet."

"Maybe, okay." Harry shrugged his shoulders in a disinterested manner, and after greeting Mr. Gretel and Scorpius' grandfather politely and indifferently, he turned and went upstairs.

"Harry just came here yesterday," Hermione explained as she led Scorpius upstairs, "but as you can see, he's a little dissatisfied with the status quo—like we came here early in the morning instead of Like him, one month after the summer vacation started, that is, yesterday, he was picked up by Tonks and the others." Hermione took a deep breath, as if it took her a lot of courage to say the next sentence, "... he I don't think I'm trusted by Professor Dumbledore anymore."

Hermione said with a serious face, picked up a fox who was running past, and threw it out of the window roughly with her hands.

"It's okay, he's just suffering from a second-year illness." Scorpius rolled his eyes at the dark ceiling.

Hearing what Scorpius said, Hermione showed a mischievous smile: "Oh Scorpius, I have to say that this statement is exactly the same as what Malfoy said."

Scorpius paused: "I have more and more questions—where is this? What is the Order of the Phoenix? Draco has been here?"

"This is the main house of the Black family. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​a mysterious organization led by Dumbledore to resist the Dark Lord. Malfoy comes here occasionally—following Professor Snape, but not often. He said that the air is full of musty smell. Staying a little longer will suffocate him," Hermione said in one breath. "Problem can be solved, but listen, do you want to come and join us for a big cleaning? We've cleaned the kitchen and dining room - maybe the next step is for you Clear out a room—”

"No need, Hermione." The feel of fur brushed Scorpius' calves, and a large dog passed them to the end of the stairs, and then turned into a tall grown man. Sirius Black stood on the stairs overlooking Two children, with a happy light in their black eyes, "He can live in Regulus' room—welcome to Black's old house, dear Scorpius."

"Hi, Professor Black," said Scorpius politely.

Sirius seemed a little disappointed that "Professor Black" was not "Sirius", but after thinking about it, he was a little relieved. Isn't that what Slytherins are all about?Can't force, can't force--

"Where are you going, Sirius?" Hermione asked gently.

"Go and order some restaurant furniture, pots and pans, tables, chairs, tablecloths, etc. I hope my gold coins in Gringotts are enough for me to pay for these." Sirius blinked playfully, and Hermione also laughed, as Blake The only legal heir of the family, the Garen in Gringotts is enough for him to lie down and eat for three lifetimes.

Sirius spoke a few more words to Scorpius, and it was only when Scorpius was finally willing to extend the sentence to more than five words that he happily turned and left.Harry Potter stood with arms folded at the door of a room in the middle of the corridor, watching the figure of his godfather leave: "What's wrong with Sirius? Why didn't I think of buying some... er, furniture before?"

"Maybe it's because there are more and more Slytherins in this house?" Scorpius sneered.

"And Professor Snape has never been willing to dine here because of sanitation issues," Hermione added quickly.

Scorpius suddenly realized: "So this is the main reason."

"Well," Harry murmured, looking very sullen, "I'll never accept the fact that they're together, I mean." With that, he turned and closed the door of the room with a bang .

Scorpius and Hermione raised their eyebrows in unison.

"...well, it looks like we've got a princely disease savior who's officially entering puberty and deeply loathes society," Scorpius said.

"...that's not bad, Scorpius, I'm pleasantly surprised," said Hermione calmly. "In fact, Harry doesn't speak to us more than five words in a sentence all day—usually only one." , 'Yes' or 'No'. Ron was almost driven crazy by him, Ginny cried several times, Mrs. Weasley was also very worried, and Professor Black kept the Animagus state all day long, so that Make a joke anytime, anywhere to make him happy..."

"Can I tell the truth?" Scorpius exclaimed in disbelief. "The people in this house are tired!"

"Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, dear Mr. Scorpius Great." Hermione said expressionlessly, brushing back her matted hair. "Come on, we still have a living room to clean."