[HP] Noble

Inside the basket was an apparently immature creature, an ordinary gray chinjira. Scorpius held the kitten's front paws and looked, and sure enough, there was a little brother, a male. ... If there is anything special, the cat's four paws are white, as if it just came back from stepping on the snow in the North Pole.And Scorpius was right, its face was flat as if it had been run over by a car, its eyes were very round, and it was Crookshanks' biological brother.

Crookshanks meowed enthusiastically, jumped out of Hermione's arms, and rubbed against the poor cat, slobbering her face.

"Oh, Crookshanks, don't be like this!" Hermione hurried up and hugged Crookshanks, who was screaming and trying to break free from his master's restraint.

Scorpius stroked Chinchilla's furry head, raised his eyebrows and looked at Draco, who shrugged and said in a natural tone: "I thought you needed a pet. . . . Of course, you can refuse. "

"What happens to it if I reject it?"

"Tossed out on the street and left to do what it wants."

"Draco, your heart was eaten by dogs?"

"No, no, no," the adult wizard who had turned from the dog scratching the floor back to Professor Black walked in happily, humming a song and hopping as he walked, "Dogs never eat such weird things. s things."

Scorpius turned his head expressionlessly and looked at the person who came: "This is just a not-so-funny joke, thank you, Professor Black."

"Oh, no matter what!" Sirius stopped jumping, stood on the spot and turned around, and finally his eyes lit up and fixed on the full cardboard boxes in Scorpius' hands, "——ah, let me see Look, my hardworking boy, I guess you've already finished the origami assignment your grandfather, our professor, gave you, haven't you? - wait, what's this?"

Sirius' current tone of voice will make people around him think that the world is actually very beautiful - because before the full stop of each sentence that Professor Black says, there seems to be a sudden surprise that turns the original full stop into an exclamation point.

"Obviously, a cat." Draco frowned slightly, looking resentful of the former Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant rubbing the kitten's head with his rough hands that were too big for the kitten's neck.

Although Sirius thought it was a sign of enthusiasm.

"A cute little creature," Sirius said gently, turning to Scorpius, "it's for you, isn't it? You really should have a pet, and if it wasn't for this little guy, maybe I might have a pet this Christmas." Will give you an owl—in fact, I was about to ask you whether you'd prefer a hawk or a pretty girl like Hedwig."

"Neither." Draco raised his eyebrows, drawn out emphatically, "I'm afraid Mr. Gretel is allergic to bird feathers, Professor Black."

Sirius paused for a moment when he stroked Chinchilla, looking a little surprised: "Really?"

"Of course it's fake." Scorpius rolled his eyes before he could replace the moldy ceiling at this moment, "Don't spread rumors about me, Draco."

"You already have a cat, no need for an owl," Draco said disapprovingly, "If you want to send a letter, I'll lend you mine."

"Professor Snape said that going from Hogwarts to China will exhaust the owl to death. I have always sent letters from the stove in the dean's office."

"It's a welcome fact, because it makes you look like you don't need a bird even more." Draco flicked his robe, looking very satisfied that he had chosen the right gift, and lifted his eyelids to glance lazily across his face A melancholy Scorpius, "What are you thinking?"

"What should I name this little fellow?"

Draco paused, and after a while, he paused and said, "I thought you were still at the stage of accepting it or not."

"Of course I accept it," Scorpius raised his eyebrows and said in a natural tone, "otherwise you have to throw it on the street, what choice do I have—well, I decided to call it 'grey ball'."

Draco glanced at the gray chinchilla, and said mockingly: "It seems that we have missed some critical stages."

But thanks to Merlin, now, Prince Slytherin finally understands a truth - Mr. Scorpius Great is usually very intuitive, easy to understand and representative in terms of naming, from the very beginning of "sunspot" to "" Beetui" and now, nicely, they have "Greyball" again.

……

With Crookshanks, Scorpius was now pretty sure Grayball would become the second cat that couldn't catch mice.The big and small figures were nimble and nimble, they were busy shuttling under the feet of everyone who was busy all day, and they seemed to really enjoy hearing Mrs. Weasley growl "bad cat".They trampled on the dirty dirt and chased goblins with giggling potato heads. There was even a time when the gray ball brought a smaller goblin to Scorpius. A goblin shrieked and tore a piece of parchment from Scorpius' freshly written History of Magic thesis.

Unknowingly, more than half of the summer vacation has passed. One afternoon, a few days before the start of school, Scorpius Great sat in the broken house at No. 12 Grimmauld Square, holding his already heavy hand gray ball.Now, the overfed gray cat was snoozing and purring in his arms, lazily flicking its brush tail.

"It grows too fast!"

Hermione Granger was also hugging Crookshanks, and in front of them was a pile of unfinished homework spread out.The Gryffindor witch glanced at Gray Ball uneasily, and said hesitantly, "Indeed—maybe in Harry's class tonight, you can ask Malfoy what's going on...Look, now Gray Ball The ball was about the size of Crookshanks already—"

"You mean I will lead a gray tiger on the Hogwarts Express when school starts?" Scorpius paused as he stroked the cat's soft fur, and after thinking for a while, he said firmly, "Oh, well Hermione, absolutely not."

That night, of course, Scorpius asked Draco about "it's kind of disturbing that cats grow so fast".

Then got the expected jeers.

"Grow fast? Of course, what are you dreaming about?" Draco withdrew his wand, squinted lazily at the panting savior lying on the opposite sofa, "take a break for 10 minutes, Potter, congratulations As the training becomes more and more fragile, what is that weird door, huh? I’m tired of watching it for more than ten days in a row. Why do you still keep thinking about it? You are really a wonderful flower in the Occlumency world - well, gills, I promise this stupid cat won't grow again when it reaches its proper size - don't look at me with such doubts! They are magical cats, and of course they grow fast! "By the end, Draco raised his voice, almost... roaring.

"Look, Professor Malfoy growled." Scorpius snatched the whining gray ball from Draco's hands, and said mockingly, "It's all your fault, Potter."

"Please, calm down the cat—"

"Bastards! Scum! Dirty scum! How dare you come back—"

"Damn it, who's pulling up old Mrs. Blake's curtain again? Is Kreacher cleaning that picture frame again?"

"Watch your words, who's the old woman? Weasley!"

There was chaos in the whole house.Harry got up from the sofa, heaved a sigh of relief, took off his glasses and wiped them casually with his torn shirt, usually at this point, his and Malfoy's lessons were over.

The difference, however, was that tonight the Prince of Slytherin had sent him a goodnight message, surprisingly.

"—if the people knew that their savior was a piece of shit who couldn't even learn Occlumency, they might be willing to give themselves an Avada first. You're wasting my time, Potter."

Standing in the courtyard blindfolded but still undiminished in his arrogance, Draco said expressionlessly, putting a hand on his godfather's.In the next second, the two apparated away without hesitation.

Looking at the empty courtyard that was only illuminated by the moonlight, Scorpius patted Harry on the shoulder from behind, and said with great relief: "You made him feel frustrated, Potter, tsk tsk, that's amazing."

"Thanks, though I'm not sure I've been comforted," Harry muttered, shoulders slumped, and he turned listlessly back into the house.

Harry hadn't gone back to his and Ron's house, and now he thought he needed some quiet.Following the moonlight, he stepped up the creaking stairs, his mind was buzzing, he thought of the taunt from Malfoy - he mentioned the door... a voice whispered in his head, maybe today Later, you can take a step closer...

But that's not right.Another voice retorted in his mind, Dumbledore asked you to learn Occlumency just to keep you from these strange things!

Yes Yes.Harry thought with a headache, but I want to know what's behind that door, at least—

Huh?

Harry paused and looked around blankly, always feeling that something was wrong.

Soon, he realized something was wrong.

At this very second, Harry was standing barefoot at the end of the corridor directly opposite the door.

And in front of him is the painting of the old lady in Black, and now, that painting hangs there quietly——

Under normal circumstances, this is of course normal, because everyone guarantees that it is covered all the time.

But now, maybe it's because Kreacher opened it again—or in fact, no one thought of putting down the curtain at all, in short, the painting has completely lost its cover at this moment...

But still quietly hanging at the end of the corridor.

Something has changed.It shows Mrs. Black with neat hair, sitting demurely in a chair that looks like an old silver chair that has been discarded in the dining room.She has delicate features and looks only in her thirties. Most importantly, this woman who can be called beautiful is opening her eyes at this moment. Those pair of Harry are very familiar, and he has seen it countless times on his godfather's face. His black pupils looked at him quietly.

Harry opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"The Potter boy."

The woman used a completely different voice from her usual hysteria, and said indifferently: "Please, bring that curtain and cover me, a crazy old woman."