[HP] Noble

"Attention, I'm going to kneel down for you." Scorpius twitched the corners of his lips, and then said expressionlessly, "What age is this, and it's still popular to rob decent men?"

Renault raised his eyebrows. This action is often done by Rejiele—but it has a completely different effect. At least on the surface, Rejiele looks like a child, and it looks cute when he makes such mature movements. But as far as Renault Deerga Brest himself is concerned...

A weak groan interrupted Scorpius' train of thought, he froze for a moment, and then beamed with joy—he could barely conceal the change in his mood.

Ginny Weasley woke up.

If Scorpius was pretty sure he couldn't beat Reynolds Dear Brest on his own, then now that there was one more Weasley—even if it was just a fourth-year Weasley girl, the situation would be much better... …All in all, uh, I hope Ginny Weasley does a good job with Defense Against the Dark Arts.

At least there is a fight.

Surprisingly, Renault doesn't seem to care one bit about this.He still maintained his elegant posture, leaning slightly on the chair, and kept staring at Scorpius, not even intending to give the girl who was waking up from the corner of his eye—Ginny probably maintained this posture It's been a long time, and at the beginning, her movements became a little stiff, and it was obvious that taking her hands off the chair took a lot of effort from her, she trembled, and then moved her hands in a strange way Freed from the armrest, she lightly grasped her wand at her waist.

Yes, magic wand.

They didn't take her wand!

Scorpius almost cheered.

Gryffindor sitting on the chair... no, it was the Slytherin girl who slightly twisted her waist, half of her body was hidden in the shadow cast by Raynor, she moved her feet, she was like a Like an ancient machine that forgot to lubricate, it raised its head slowly and with difficulty.

[you're awake. ]

Renault's thick eyelashes moved, and he finally reacted. He turned his head and bent slightly, raised Ginny's chin with his fingertips, and leaned slightly closer to the girl's ear, speaking softly in German.

Ginny raised her head obediently, her amber eyes met the man's without a trace of wavering.

Only this one looked at each other, and Scorpius moved, feeling that a basin of ice-water mixture was hanging high above his head in a dangerous posture-something seemed wrong.

[Take your hands away. ]

Ginny Weasley's eyes were half closed, and she also answered coldly in German.

... Now the basin of ice-water mixture ruthlessly slammed down on Scorpius's heart.

He didn't know much about Ginny Weasley, but at least he knew that a normal Ginny Weasley would never speak German.

The third-year Slytherin finally couldn't help blurting out with horror on his face: "Who are you?!"

Apparently Scorpius' voice made the two in the chair aware that there were other people in the room.Renault snorted softly, and withdrew his hand slightly contemptuously, while Ginny slowly turned her head in a stiff and weird posture—when that expressionless face, except for the bright red lips, was completely Scorpius felt his hairs stand up when the bloodless and pale face that could not even see the freckles turned to him.

"My name is Tom Riddle."

Scorpius: "What?!!!!"

Ginny... No, it was Riddle who stood up slowly from the chair. Only then did Scorpius see that under Ginny's wizard robe was not a Hogwarts school uniform, but a very well-crafted blue A ball gown and a pair of high heels.

Well, high heels.

He didn't dare to imagine whether there was something wrong with the circuit in the dark monarch's mind at the moment he took the initiative to put on the high heels.

"I have occupied this girl's body for a while. Although she is childish and ridiculous, her blood is clean and barely usable."

... Scorpius swallowed, thinking that your own glamorous and noble body is just a mixed race boy.

She raised her jaw slightly, and spoke in an arrogant manner that would never appear on the real Ginny. With the clothes she was wearing, it really made this girl from "extreme poverty" look suddenly noble and elegant , Scorpius sounded in a trance, before the Christmas holiday, Astoria Greengrass hesitated and hesitated when he talked about Ginny Weasley who had just been transferred to the Slytherin common room.

He vaguely remembered that Draco asked a very strange question at that time——

"Like a different person?"

How did Astoria respond?

"It's a very scary conjecture, but it's what it is."

……

I got a big weed!

I was so naive to think that they were just talking casually at the time!Scorpius opened his mouth weakly, then closed it again.

When Tom Riddle used Ginny's body to talk to him with the first word, almost immediately, a terrible guess slowly surfaced in his mind, but now, he didn't even dare to ask.

It was almost a timidity in a state of flight.

...yes, he didn't want to ask Voldemort at all if it was interesting to watch a group of people secretly plotting to overthrow him, and he didn't want to ask Voldemort at all when he knew that Professor Snape (or even counting Mal Mr. Fu) is a double agent but still uses them. What kind of mentality is it, and I don’t want to ask him why he didn’t come out of the bedroom while the Order of the Phoenix was sleeping and give everyone a death curse.

"I know what you're worried about, boy." Riddle snorted. He stretched his muscles and bones, picked up Ginny's wand and pointed it at the only place of light in the room, held it up, and scrutinized it almost obsessively.

"But your worries are unnecessary." He said in a sickly and intoxicated voice, "In front of most people, Ginny Weasley is still the same Ginny Weasley, and I won't do it for a ridiculous... I will expose my own soul to Dumbledore's eyes with the list of members of the Order of the Phoenix that I have already known, and I will not do that."

Well done Tom and a toast to your confidence!Scorpius cleared his throat, not wanting to admit that his hanging heart fell heavily.

"All I can see is the overcrowded and messy bedroom." Riddle put down his wand and turned around abruptly, "I don't even know the exact address of the Order of the Phoenix!"

What to be excited about, you don't know it's good.Scorpius blinked: "Oh."

Voldemort calmed down, he was good at quickly restraining his emotions and making himself cold enough: "You don't look flustered, boy, 'courage is rare' is not very common for Slytherins."

Scorpius shrugged: "...you are a Slytherin yourself, don't sound like a coward."

Voldemort laughed.

Scorpius seemed to see a wolf grinning at him with its fangs showing.

"That's right, I'm a Slytherin." As if pleased by this sentence, Voldemort lifted up his wizard robe and touched his (Ginny) arm... This scene was so exciting that he was so stimulated. Pi's scalp was numb and he cursed inwardly, Voldemort continued, "Even after several twists and turns, she finally became a Slytherin."

Very good, now everyone is wondering who wrote the transfer application... Of course, when things are at this point, who else can be?

Another mystery solved.

"Time is running out, Riddle."

Before Scorpius could be surprised by the power of calling Voldemort by his first name, Reynolds Dear Brest interrupted the conversation between the two. It seemed that he wanted to end these topics that he didn't care about at once: "According to It is agreed, this boy will be handed over to me, and I will leave as soon as possible. The Dierga Brest family does not want to have any direct ties with the British Ministry of Magic-this is also my father's position."

Voldemort sat back in the chair, and Scorpius saw Ginny narrow her eyes slightly, and waved her hand lazily with a fresh bored expression on her face: "Anytime."

Renault turned to Scorpius.

The latter smiled slightly: "You're right, it's probably too late."

As soon as Scorpius finished speaking, almost at the same time, the three people in the house heard scattered and chaotic footsteps outside the door.

So Slytherin's smile became deeper, he grinned, and raised his left hand, a blue transparent worm flapped its wings on his index finger, and flew up in a circle.