[HP] Noble

Harry didn't try to have a conversation with Mrs. Black, he just opened his mouth stupidly like an idiot and stared at the portrait of this strange woman, but he couldn't say anything in the end.There was a sound of stair thud thud overhead, and when the footsteps stopped, a head with red hair poked out from the stairs, and Ron Weasley said in surprise: "Harry! Why are you still there ?”

"No, nothing."

Harry carefully lowered one foot of the curtain, took one last look at the well-covered portrait, turned and followed another Gryffindor back to their room.

The room was messy, Ron's bed was an open box, and some winter clothes that had been shrunk by the shrinking spell were stuffed in a mess, and some unused quills and a bottle that looked new were scattered on the bed. Unopened ink bottles.Ron blushed, and hurriedly gathered the things on his bed: "George and Fred have been here, and they helped me shrink my winter clothes—but they refused to help me use another one." Simple clean up spell."

"Like this——" Ron cleared his throat, raised his index finger, waved it, and said seriously, "Pack!"

A loose piece of parchment on the bed had moved about a centimeter.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

And Ron's eyes widened in disbelief: "Hey, buddy, did it move just now! This parchment?"

"I think so," said Harry hesitantly.

Ron froze for a moment, then grabbed his wand from under his pillow and poked it under Harry's eyes: "But here's my wand - I mean - do you think I almost managed to use one just now?" Wandless magic or something?"

"Oh come on Ron," Harry said wearily, yawning, "this spell can be done by a first year kid with a wand, and you won't be in fifth year until school starts."

"It's a question of talent, it has nothing to do with spells!" Ron retorted angrily, and there was a sound of banging on the wall in protest, which might be Ginny or Hermione, but Ron restrained himself a little. Sweeping the box or something on the floor, crawling on the bed and hugging the quilt and giggling, "I'm going to tell my mother this, she'll be happy to hear this, even Patsy, oh... even that whoever can't do this .”

"Not very interested," Harry said dryly. "As for wandless magic, Gretel uses it every day, doesn't he? And it doesn't have to be monitored by the Ministry of Magic."

Hearing Slytherin's name, the smirk on Ron's face finally subsided.He turned around—you could hear how loud his movements were from the creaking bed, the room was silent for a while, and when Harry couldn't help yawning again, Ron asked, "What are you doing today?" Something's not right at night, buddy, what's going on?"

"Maybe you can try to let Malfoy invade your brain, and you will know what's going on." Harry said angrily, "Hurry up and go to bed, you won't be able to catch the Hogwarts train tomorrow, Mrs. Weasley Will chop us into pies."

"makes sense."

Ron muttered and retracted into the quilt, and turned off the dim lamp, and the room was immediately plunged into darkness.Harry felt that he was very tired, but helplessly, his brain was very clear-headed. The indifferent and arrogant eyes of the old Mrs. Black kept lingering in his mind. Harry turned over and called out tentatively: "Ron ?”

"What are you doing?" A muffled voice came from the opposite bed.

"What do you think is the probability that Mrs. Black is not a madman?"

"Zero." Ron clicked his lips, "That crazy woman."

"Okay, that's right." Harry pouted, deciding not to think about it anymore, and instead focused on trying to find a way to quickly fall asleep.

……

It was definitely a bad night.At night, the door appeared again. This time, he also dreamed that someone was walking up and down the door. The person seemed to be patrolling, but for some reason, Harry could only see the person from the waist down, as if from the beginning. In the end he was lying on the ground.Then he heard the man's terrified cry, and Mrs Weasley's cry—

The dream ends here.

Harry opened his eyes to hear Mrs Weasley's angry growl in his ears - not crying, in fact, Harry had never thought such growls could sound so good.

"—you could knock her badly! You two ignorant bastards—"

"Move quickly, Harry." The door was opened, and standing at the door was a well-dressed Ron, who walked in and began to grab everything at hand and stuff it into his suitcase, "George and Fred knocked Ginny off the second-floor stairs with the suitcase, Mum was pissed off, she's too busy yelling at everyone now, Kreacher somehow ripped off Mrs Black's drapery again, She reminded me, not so politely, to tuck my shirt into my trousers when I walked by—”

Ron made a grimace: "Then tell me to go back into the water."

"What?" Harry paused when he put on his glasses, "Where are you going back?"

"In the water." Ron rolled his eyes. "She might think I'm a red-headed carp or something."

Harry fell silent, staring at Ron intently.Ron was a little terrified, he slammed his suitcase shut, and said in a serious tone: "Listen Harry, I once got a ridiculous 'predictive Animag' when I was seven years old." I don't see the red-headed carp in that little mirror of 'Status'."

Harry: "...then what did you see?"

"I saw myself." Ron shrugged, "Then the mirror witch told me that I would never learn the Animagus state in my life-I remember being so sad that day because of this." Didn't have dinner."

Ron was very surprised by Harry's complex expression of confusion and relief, but he didn't delve into it, but picked up the box and hurried downstairs.

On the way to the train station, Harry inquired with Sirius, but to his disappointment, Sirius would not be their official Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester, as everyone expected——

"It's not that young Chinese Taoist priest." Sirius frowned slightly, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees, "It's someone sent by the Ministry of Magic, it may be very tricky, Harry, I have to remind you to be careful—— "

"But I noticed that you also packed your luggage." Harry held a glimmer of life and asked expectantly, "That means you'll still be staying at Hogwarts, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I will, as a Potions assistant."

"What—wait?" Harry felt something was wrong with his ears. "A what teaching assistant?"

"Potion." Frowning, Sirius said with a smile, "Actually, potion is very interesting, isn't it?"

"The only one of your NEWTs that wasn't excellent was Potions, dear Sirius." Mr Weasley said mildly from the driver's seat in front, "Severus told Dumbledore at last night's meeting Looked very dissatisfied at the acceptance of your application, which would have been tantrums if I had to say."

"It's not entirely because of personal reasons." Sirius straightened his face and said, "The Order of the Phoenix has other important things waiting for me to do, and these things must let me get this position."

As for what these "important things" referred to, Sirius of course didn't say anything, and of course, no one really took it seriously.

At the gate of King's Cross Station, Harry and the others saw the Slytherins—

"Grete and the others went to Malfoy Manor early in the morning."

Ron snorted emotionally, never taking his eyes off the Slytherins for a moment.They seem to always have the habit of changing into school uniforms early, white shirts and silver and green ties.Draco walked in the front with a blank expression, followed by a figure who seemed to be a servant pushing a pile of suitcases behind him, and Scorpius staggered behind him—because It was still summer, Scorpius' sleeves were rolled up high, and his tie was crookedly tied.He was holding a paper bag carefully, and he didn't know what was in it. Next to his feet was a gray ball with its tail standing up and showing off its might—now it was bigger than Crookshanks, like a gray ball. The little leopard whose fluffy face was run over by a car.

The expressions of the two Slytherins were not very good, probably because they had another quarrel before departure or something.

To the surprise of the Gryffindors, there was a little girl behind Scorpius and Draco.

She has long golden curly hair, bouncing around when she walks, and she looks very cute in the short skirts of Hogwarts girls' school uniforms in summer.

"Who's that?" Ron asked.

"Astoria Greengrass." Hermione walked past the boys with Crookshanks in her arms. "It's Daphne Greengrass' little sister. Oh, by the way, I heard that their sisterhood is not too big." good."

"I noticed that it seems to be a prefect badge on her chest." Ron said in an ethereal tone, "She looks like a second grade at most?"

"The third year of school, and Scorpius is in the same grade." Hermione rolled her eyes, touched Crookshanks' head, and coaxed softly, "You can't go now, Crookshanks, here are all Man, you're going to get lost."

"Greyball didn't even look back at you," said Ron gleefully. "Poor thing."

"Scorpius didn't even look at you." Hermione glanced at the red-haired Gryffindor and said lightly, "It's pathetic."

Harry laughed unceremoniously.

The atmosphere on the Slytherin side was extremely stiff.

"I really can't approve of you bringing this unknown plant on the train, boy." Draco stopped on the platform, turned around and said in a very patient tone, "Dilja Brest may not What a good intention."

"It's just a tropical plant to prevent allergies." Scorpius shrugged nonchalantly, and hugged the paper bag in his hand tightly, "I just mentioned in the letter by accident that I have a little bit of fuzz on the twin-feathered beast. Allergies—Okay, Astoria, of course I’m not talking about you, there’s no need to be nervous.”

Astoria nodded in embarrassment, hesitated for a moment, and took off the twin-feathered beast on his shoulders and put it back in the cage, while Scorpius muttered in a cheerful tone, "It's okay, it's not Do you have this potted plant, you don't need to put the poor little guy back in the cage" or something like that.

Draco cast a somber glance at Scorpius, before finally saying nothing, turning angrily and boarding the Hogwarts Express.

"Someone, please, remind him that he hasn't got his prefect badge on yet," Scorpius said lazily, rolling his eyes.He fumbled in his trouser pocket, then stuffed an ancient silver-green badge brooch into Astoria's hand, "Here, here you are."

Astoria looked at the prefect badge on the palm of his hand, looking hesitant to speak.

Scorpius smiled: "Please, see you later."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the deadly gray ball from the ground, and followed the people in front of him to squeeze into the Hogwarts special amid Jinjila's meowing in protest.