[HP] Noble

"Here, Potter," repeated Lucius Malfoy in a drawn-out voice, holding out his hand, palm up.

As if Harry would actually obediently hand him the crystal ball.

In fact, however, all Harry did was take a reassuringly wary step back—Scorpius was inexplicably relieved standing behind him... Thanks Merlin, the light in this room is not very good, if the sun here Sufficient, I am afraid that the group of Death Eaters behind Lucius can clearly see that besides the tension and fear on the face of the Gryffindor savior boy, there are more doubts——

Apparently, Harry Potter couldn't figure out which one was the real Lucius Malfoy, who was wearing Death Eater robes at this moment, and Lucius Malfoy, who was sitting at the breakfast table of the Order of the Phoenix a few days ago.But now the tense atmosphere covered this up well for him. At least those present knew that regardless of whether Lucius was a double agent or not, at least the large group of Death Eaters standing behind him at this moment were all different types. The real deal.

One more him is not much, one less him... Of course it is best.

"Where's Ginny?" Harry took a deep breath and put the hand holding the crystal ball behind his back.

There was a hesitant laugh from the group of Death Eaters, "You believed the dreams the Dark Lord showed you, didn't you?" A man who was breathing irregularly and stalked all the time laughed rudely, "You really Believe that the filthy blood-traitor yellow-haired girl is here - and think you can really peer into the dark lord's brain - tell me you're not that stupid, Potter!"

There was another burst of laughter at his words.

...so the Death Eaters were right.

Scorpius felt a little dry on his face... because he had a pig-like teammate.

"Okay, Greyback, that's enough." Lucius lazily interrupted the messy laugh, "If you want to know, I can tell you, Potter, that yellow-haired girl is indeed at the Ministry of Magic tonight... He paused and said, "But not here."

"Where is he?" Ron asked hastily.

"With an old friend of yours." Lucius said lightly, "You will have a surprise."

Ron: "Who?"

"Do you think I'll tell you?" Lucius raised an eyebrow.

Ron: "No, because Malfoy has always been mean and shameless."

Scorpius: "..." Public revenge is wrong, Weasley.

Lucius smiled gracefully: "Actually, I will."

This time everyone was surprised including Draco - knowing that Draco was a little bit surprised because Scorpius heard him breathing in his ear, but that made things worse Some, simply put, they underestimated the species diversity of the Death Eaters—

"Is there a shameless brat hiding here?" The ugly hoarse voice from before yelled in a rough voice, accompanied by a loud sniffling sound, "I heard a strange sound!"

Scorpius swears at that moment, he saw the expression on Lucius's face pause, but it was only a very quick moment - he covered it up and recovered without almost anyone noticing. The original casual demeanor.

"That's just your illusion, Greyback. By the way, the sound of your nose flapping makes me sick." Lucius said bluntly.

"I never knew a werewolf's nose could work as well as a dog's nose on a non-full moon, Greyback." Unexpectedly, it was Lupine who spoke this time, holding his hand very calmly. Pointing his wand horizontally at the Death Eater in front of him, there was no emotion in his voice.

"Yo yo—listen to who this is—Remus Lupin! When I bit you, you could only play with mud!" As if completely accustomed to Lucius' contemptuous attitude, the werewolf ignored him , laughed arrogantly and quickly turned his target to Lupin, "It's really touching to be a parent, now you can hold a magic wand and point it at my nose! - It seems that ordinary magic spells work for me! "

"..." No matter from which angle of analysis, Scorpius decided to think that the werewolf's brain was not working well. He cleared his throat and decided not to remain silent, "You can't say that, the person who catches the thief best is often the thief itself."

"Can't understand what you're saying!" said Greyback at once.

Scorpius: "...Probably because your English teacher died early?"

"Who is this? It doesn't even look like a fourth year." A Death Eater asked.

"You can tell by the accent, the Gretel brat." Another Death Eater replied disdainfully.

"I don't have an accent." Scorpius retorted subconsciously, and then realized that his emphasis was wrong, so he added a very stupid sentence, "But yes, I am Gretel."

…After saying this, Scorpius shut up and decided not to speak a single letter tonight unless necessary.And now he was so absorbed in staring at the tip of his wand that he resolutely ignored all the odd glances around him.

"Gretter, Gretel..." a woman said in a disgusted voice as if on drugs, and Scorpius glanced at her, and immediately recognized the famous Bellatrix Lai Strange, she said in an ethereal and intoxicated voice, "The master mentioned this surname, the very ancient Slytherin family, in the last holy war, regrettably chose to escape."

No, smart people know that "it's none of your business, hang it high", and it's only when you burn your ass that you realize that you are a fool. For example, you, aunt—what are you proud of, the key to your vault is now only in Gringotts. It's really embarrassing to recognize "Gretel".Scorpius thought with special contempt.

"Jihad?" Harry asked in disbelief. "You call that bloody massacre a 'jihad'?"

"Death Eaters are always a bunch of self-righteous fools." Sirius immediately continued, "They think they are here to save the wizarding world."

"For the sake of the purity of the wizarding world—the annoying Gretel family has caused us a lot of trouble—hand over that kid!" Bellatrix Lestrange suddenly raised her voice and screamed. And the dirty eyes stared out through the hood, "And Harry Potter!"

"I'm still wondering why they missed you," Scorpius said to Harry, lowering his voice with a particularly sarcastic smile.

"At least this time your name comes first," Harry muttered, then laughed out loud when a Death Eater said 'hand over the prophecy ball and none of you will get hurt', "Laughing shit said Gryffindor, with surprising rudeness, "Give you the Prophecy Ball, and then you give Ginny back, and we'll all be able to go back to our separate ways and get on with this Christmas safe and sound, eh?"

"Good idea, brat! Don't talk nonsense with him, Rodolphus, the prophecy ball flies—"

"Protego (armor protection)—"

A red light shot out from the tip of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but at this moment, the silver light from Lucius' snake-headed staff, which seemed to be attacking Sirius, deflected it, and the red light shot towards The prophecy ball shelf next to it squeaked and collapsed. Countless prophecy balls fell to the ground and shattered. From each side, the figure of the prophet appeared from the shattered crystal ball like a ghost, they were in a trance and transparent, ethereal like a mirage.

Scorpius rolled over to avoid a Death Eater's binding spell, and by now he understood that the Dark Lord wanted to catch him alive.As a result, his actions became more flexible. Although all the fragments of the crystal ball were stuck in his palm, he had a major harvest-throwing at the werewolf who was rushing towards him in a hurry. A trapping magic talisman, six blue lights rose from the ground, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the werewolf was trapped in place in a daze.

"Congratulations, sir!" Scorpius rolled and jumped up from the ground, and said happily, "Congratulations, even though you have become this kind of virtue, you are still barely accommodated within the sentient beings of the three realms and six realms, my Buddha is merciful! Amitabha!"

Just as he was complacent, the third-year Slytherin was suddenly pressed down on his waist by an invisible hand from behind, and pressed down. The next second, a red light with a scorching breath flew past his scalp.

"There's someone there!" Greyback's eyes popped out, his dirty fingernails pointing in Scorpius' direction.

However, the scene was chaotic, there were racks falling down constantly, the sound of prophecy, the sound of casting spells, Sirius' cursing and Ron's yelling. Greyback, who has completely lost his fighting power in the middle of the law.

"How long can that thing hold it?" Draco's deep, strained voice rang in Scorpius' ears the moment he got up, under the cover of another violent explosion.

"Three hours." Scorpius replied immediately, "Probably, at least one and a half hours."

"One and a half hours... is enough for Dumbledore to go back and forth three times." Draco said quickly, "Then ignore it, go to my father and find a chance to ask him where Ginny Weasley is, Then--"

"Why don't you go?"

"Damn because I have to watch your back!" Pushed away from an oncoming crystal ball, Scorpius staggered towards Lucius Malfoy when he heard Draco A voice rang in his ear, "Go to Ginny Weasley—and get to safety! Go to rescue—"

Draco? ——

Scorpius turned his head, but the house was blurred by the constantly broken prophecy ball and the figure of the prophet in the dark. He only saw another tall cabinet being hit, and then fell to the place where they were standing with a heavy groan. place.

Other than that, he couldn't see anything.