[HP] Noble

The fact that Harry was about to be interrogated by the Ministry of Magic silenced most people.That night, when Ron asked this question at the dinner table in front of everyone, the relaxed smile on Sirius' face disappeared, and he put down the fork in his hand. Snape raised his eyelids and glanced at him lazily. , and glanced at Harry without emotion.

"The trial is this weekend." Mr. Weasley patted Sirius on the shoulder, then turned to Harry, "It's all right, Harry, we promise you'll be all right - you had to, and Saved a Muggle's life, didn't you?" He tried to look resolute, but he failed, as Hermione put down the dessert spoon and quickly wiped the corner of her eye with a nearby napkin, while George looked across the table. She cast a worried look.

The atmosphere at the whole table was very wrong.

To make matters worse Kreacher seemed to have secretly lifted the veil in front of old Mrs Black's portrait again, and now she was screaming something like "Mudblood! Scum!"Moody took a sip of the wine in his jug, and his magical eyes were turning quickly. Scorpius could feel that he was looking at Draco with an inquiring gaze, but the latter didn't seem to notice it at all. Yes, propping his chin with one hand, with bushy eyelashes hanging down, Moody said, "It may not be smooth, Arthur. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has become more and more extreme in doing things, and they are trying to find Potter's Cha, no, they finally got a handle—”

"Well, that's enough for us to know, Mad-Eye." Mrs. Weasley interrupted Moody, looking annoyed. "Don't you think the kid has enough to worry about?"

"It seems that the only thing to be happy about is that Potter is not yet of age." The head of Slytherin's voice hissed from the other side of the table, his tone was drawn out, and his voice was very soft. Into Azkaban."

"No, that would be terrible, Severus," said Mrs. Weasley, pale and terrified, "They can't do that."

Scorpius swears he saw Draco roll his eyes at the repainted ceiling.

But he didn't say a word until the dinner was over.

When Draco was about to leave, Scorpius sent him outside the door under the pretext of seeing off guests. There, Draco proposed to go to Diagon Alley on the weekend to see if there was anything he needed for the new semester Can buy——

"Potter is going to be tried, let's go shopping?" Scorpius was a little dumbfounded, "Do people think this is a silent way for the Slytherins to celebrate?"

Draco lowered his head, looked around Scorpius indifferently and full of disdain: "First, Potter is on trial, so what does that have to do with us?"

Scorpius: "Or—"

"Secondly, I can forgive Gryffindors who never learn to read the relevant laws, but as a Slytherin, please don't act so stupid, it will look very scary," Draco raised his jaw , said impatiently, "Minors are allowed to use magic outside of school in certain emergency situations. If Potter didn't use the Patronus Charm at that time, he would have to die. The Ministry of Magic can't do anything to him, that... ...the father of the red moles was right, and he saved a Muggle's life."

Scorpius: "Fired—"

"This is the third," Draco raised his hand slightly, now he looks very much like Lucius Malfoy, maybe he grew taller this summer vacation?His hair also seemed to grow longer... Not realizing that the eyes of the only listener had begun to wander, Draco frowned slightly, and continued, "The right to accept and expel students from Hogwarts belongs to the headmaster alone—as long as Dumbledore Lido's crazy old man won't be kicked out, and Potter doesn't have to worry about being fired at all... Well, although I'm looking forward to not seeing him for the next three years."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Scorpius contentedly as if immersed in the beautiful fantasy of "there will be no Potter in the future", only then did he realize that the latter's expression was not quite right.

The platinum nobleman was startled, and then asked with some displeasure: "What's the matter with you?"

Scorpius suddenly came back to his senses, coughed dryly twice, and then said without thinking: "Your hair seems to have grown a little longer."

Raising an eyebrow inexplicably, Draco looked up and down the little Slytherin who was a head shorter than himself with strange eyes, and finally said perfunctorily: "Maybe."

……

Sunday is coming soon.

This day is definitely a good weather, sunny and blue clouds.Before Harry went out, Mrs. Weasley gave him a strong hug and "wish him good luck", and Scorpius didn't have the heart to remind the kind middle-aged witch that after her blessing, Potter's mood seemed to be It got worse.

As soon as Harry left, there were only Tonks, Mrs. Weasley and the children left in the room.

Scorpius and the Weasley twins started packing up simple things for a trip to Diagon Alley.

"Remember that shop across from Gringotts?" George winked at Scorpius.

"You mean... the magical witch's magic feather hat shop?" Scorpius thought for a while, and felt that he could only think of the colorful hats in it, which were horrific and absolutely impossible to wear, and the shop owner... who had a unique vision and well-dressed clothes. Young witches that people can't easily accept... In Scorpius' memory, there is only one owner in that shop all the year round. It is also so cold that it makes people sad.

"Yes, that's the one," said Fred cheerfully, "and now that it's finally going out of business, we've decided to take the store off—"

"Excellent location, wonderful business opportunity." George grinned, "We will have a lot of Galleons—"

"I really don't understand you guys! Fred! George! You two!" Mrs. Weasley poked her head out of the kitchen and said very grumpily, "Harry's kid is suffering, why are you two so happy?" ——Honestly! Have you finished your summer homework yet!"

The twin brothers looked at each other, then immediately stopped laughing and said in unison: "Of course, Mom! We are going to Diagon Alley to buy a book on herbalism (arithmetic divination)!"

Mrs. Weasley retreated into the kitchen angrily.

"Oh, George, it was agreed last night that it's herbal medicine." Fred said with a smile.

"No, you decided to change it to arithmetic divination before bed, you bastard." George rolled his eyes at his twin brother.

They heard a loud sobbing from the kitchen.

Fred shook his head helplessly: "Sometimes I really wish my mother could read more books about law, and she will find that Harry can definitely come back safely, and then wait for school to start safely - Dumbledore is still there .”

Scorpius was surprised: "You can actually read?"

"That's rude, of course we can read." George was busy stuffing a lot of Galleons into a magic space pocket from the box dragged out from under the bed, "Actually, my dear little friend, no one is better than us Be more familiar with every school rule of Hogwarts—often when you want to defeat something, you must learn to understand it first."

"Now we've expanded our business outside of school," Fred continued, "so we've started reading up on the laws—especially the use of magic by minors outside of school, and we have to make sure our products are accessible to children." A law-abiding and exciting summer vacation.”

"Okay, that's the end of education. Time to go—Floo, where's the Floo fan?"

"Here it is, George, I hope it hasn't expired—" Fred dragged a dusty ink box from under the bed, opened it, sniffed it, and made a gag face, "dead rat smell Son."

George took it over and took a look: "The visual test is fine. Now we can do the physical test." He walked to a wall, and then lifted a blanket on it with force, and Scorpius was surprised to find that there was It was a fireplace, and George winked and made a grimace: "I found it a few days ago, don't tell mom, and don't tell Hermione—Diagon Alley!"

One of the twin brothers disappeared into the fireplace.

Then there's Fred.

Throwing the foul-smelling Floo powder into the fireplace, Scorpius once again confirmed that he hated Floo powder—he would rather take the normal subway.

George and Fred had been waiting outside, and they dragged Scorpius up from the ground with all their might.Scorpius found them appearing in the public fireplace No. [-] in Diagon Alley. There were people coming and going outside, and everyone had big bags in their hands. Then he remembered that it was especially lively on weekends.It seemed that the Floo powder was fine. Slytherin frowned slightly after smelling the hand that he had pinched the Floo powder, although it smelled like dead rats.

After an appointment with the red-haired twin brother, they parted ways.

Scorpius was going to buy an ice cream, and then wandered leisurely to the place agreed with Draco. It was a shop selling small magical animals-all girls were in it, and Scorpius didn't know much about Draco. Why did Ko ask to meet here.

In the window of the shop, there are a group of furry creatures that look like rabbits, but they are not the same as rabbits. The owner is a kind middle-aged witch. She looks very busy, and from time to time she will open a small opening from behind the window, and then reach in and take one of those small animals.

[This year's most popular twin-feathered beast is not counted as pets and can be brought into Hogwarts! ]

Scorpius silently read the billboard hanging in the window, and then glanced at the small animals crowded together.

"Scorpius - hey, good afternoon dear!"

A brisk female voice came from behind.

Scorpius turned around and saw the blonde girl in a dress, with long thick curly hair hanging down to her waist, and a cute and not exaggerated pink bow tied on her head, Astoria Greengrass was standing in the small shop at the door, looking at himself in surprise.

In her hand was a delicate cage containing a white twin-feathered beast.

"Good afternoon, Astoria." Scorpius smiled.

With the sound of jingling bells, the door of the shop was pushed open from the inside again.

This time, it was Draco who came out of it.

Scorpius raised an eyebrow.

Only then did Astoria smile slightly, and turned his head to look at Draco sweetly: "It seems that you two made an appointment here, didn't you, Draco?"

"Yes." Draco replied shortly and somewhat indifferently.

Astoria turned to Scorpius again, she was still smiling brightly, he shook the cage in his hand slightly at Scorpius: "Uh, then I'll go first, my mother and Daphne agreed to wait for me at the bookstore —I wish the owner would allow me to bring this sweet little guy into the shop—”

"Oh, okay, goodbye, Astoria." Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his lips.

"Thank you for the gift, Draco." Astoria turned around, and before anyone could react, she tiptoed and kissed Draco's chin lightly, and then almost Leaving with bouncing steps.

The two stood by the window, watching the girl leave.

After a long time, Scorpius broke the silence and said very calmly: "There are so many pitfalls that I don't know where to start."

Draco said angrily: "Then shut up and don't say a word. I want to buy some quills, let's go."

However, Scorpius obviously didn't intend to just skip this topic: "Astoria's birthday is in November, what kind of gift are you giving now?"

Draco paused as he turned around and left: "She got the position of prefect, so... my mother asked me to bring her here and give her a reward."

"She's only in the third grade!" Scorpius was dumbfounded, "Are you kidding me!"

"Maybe the Greenglass family donated a new greenhouse to Dumbledore?" Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "Who knows, it's not the first time anyway."

Scorpius stood still and rolled his eyes.

"Are you going?" Draco, who took a few steps forward, turned his head again and asked a little impatiently.

"Oh, here we come." Scorpius agreed, turning his head to take one last look at the little furry animals.

In the corner of the window, a white one squeezed between two small black animals. It twisted its body and tried to squeeze itself between the two small black animals.

"It's an eyesore."

Scorpius muttered, following in the footsteps of the platinum-haired Slytherin ahead.