[HP] Noble

Draco and Pansy met in the common room before breakfast the next day, and he was pleased to learn that Professor Snape hadn't arranged for him to be in a short-term support group - although in the past three years He'd always done that, but apparently even his godfather knew that Draco had been in too much trouble from the start of the semester.

Scorpius also wasn't assigned to a back-up that needed leadership, which was a relief.As for Dilja Brest—Draco took a deep breath and forced himself to turn his head away from the two boys in front of him. And Scorpigret are having a good time, even if no one can understand why their relationship can become so close, but in short, they are now discussing a kind of magic called "fire ash snake" biology.

"——In 1778, Walson Delett's "On the Origin of Magical Species" denied the existence of the 'fire ash snake'. He believed that the magic flame was a kind of inanimate magic medium, and it was said that when a pair of magic fires were not affected When it is kept burning for too long, it will be created as ash snakes, and new species of life will be produced from inanimate media, which is contrary to the theory of life creation—”

"But Rachel, your brother once told me with a serious face that he had seen this creature. It was a snake with red lights in its eyes, a thin, gray body, that would emerge from the ashes of unattended flames, and swim around. Into the shadow of the house, find your shelter, and leave a trail of ashes behind you..."

"He lied to you." The German boy said with a mischievous smile——

Prince Slytherin, who was walking towards the auditorium behind the two, paused, and the gloom on his face became more and more obvious.He dared to swear that this boy would never have laughed like this a year ago.

Then the result is obvious, isn't it - only the idiot Scorpius -

"But Rachel, your brother doesn't look like a joker."

Oh, Draco rolled his eyes, that's enough boy, no liar would have the word "liar" written all over his face.

"That's the scary thing about him," said the German boy with a wink.

What a fair comment, boy, I decided to change my mind about you.Draco sneered, cleared his throat, and interrupted the conversation between the two people in front of him. He dragged his tone and lazily called "Little Mr. Gretel" just as he was used to.

The two people in front immediately stopped talking, looked at each other and turned around.This scene made Draco a little uncomfortable, although he couldn't tell where the specific unpleasantness was, anyway, he frowned slightly—Master Draco Malfoy is of course handsome and elegant, but when he frowned When eyebrows are raised, most people will choose to avoid him.

Of course, Scorpius didn't know that the blankness on his face made Draco's anger deepen. He lifted the bag in his hand and changed it to the other hand: "Oh, good morning, Mr. Malfoy--sorry, I Didn't know you were behind."

So what, what if I am behind you?Do you stop talking immediately and respectfully let me go ahead, or do you choose to do something else, hmm?Draco frowned, and the corners of his lips were pursed unhappily—it wasn't until he realized how stupid it seemed to be staring at a fourth-year Slytherin in the hallway that he hesitated to say: " You don't have class after lunch, do you?"

"Yes." Scorpius nodded, his black eyes looked even more puzzled - obviously he didn't know why the sixth grade prefect in front of him knew his schedule so well.

"You'll need to stop by Snape's office after that."

"Oh, okay?" Scorpius thought for a moment, "Is something wrong?"

What's the matter?Look at this question, obviously your poor parents desperately need to see their son first after he disappeared for half a year and then suddenly appeared in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.However, this is something Draco would not say, so he just lifted the corner of his lips mockingly, and replied dryly: "I don't know."

"Okay, I'll go." Scorpius replied obediently.

The boy's complete trust in him made Draco nod with some satisfaction, and after thinking about it, he emphasized: "Go alone."

The fourth-year Slytherin was stunned: "Of course, I can't think of anyone else who will accompany me."

If it was half a year ago, maybe you could try to invite me.Prince Slytherin thought meanly, nodded, passed the two puzzled boys without a word, took two steps forward alone, and pushed open the door of the auditorium, leaving the boys with a firm look. Moving and indifferent back.

……

Today, the ceiling of the auditorium is tiled and blue, with a few floating clouds, just like the real sky outside, and the sun shines in from the sky bed—it is the rainy season in Britain. Compared with the continuous rainy weather of the previous few days, today is really a day Rarely good weather.The entire Slater Renault table looked warm in the morning sun. Pansy and Zabini sat in their seats early, and they chatted softly and happily while enjoying their exquisite breakfast.

"I like the sixth grade. We have a lot of time to sit there, read magazines, drink afternoon tea, don't worry about OWLs, don't worry about final exams, I don't even take astronomy anymore this semester." Pansy He said with a smile, "I finally have more time to sit there peacefully, just to take a good look at my "Witch Weekly."

"Professor Snape won't be happy to hear that, Pansy." Draco sat down across from her, and Scorpius, who had stumbled in, wiped his arm and sat down.

"Good morning, Pansy!" Scorpius grabbed a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Oh, good morning, of course." Pansy gave Draco a hesitant look. "You'll notice there's someone else with you, honey."

"Mr. Malfoy and I already said hello outside the door, didn't you, Mr. Malfoy?" Scorpius turned to Draco with a smile, watched the latter nod expressionlessly, and then turned his head Turning back, he turned his attention to another plate of bacon.

Pansy raised an eyebrow, and mouthed "progress" to Draco.

The Slytherin prince returned her snorting snort, then yanked his plate from the table viciously.After breakfast, they were still waiting at their desks—the sixth grade timetable was a hassle, and they had to wait for Professor Snape to come and find them personally. Their OWLs had reached the level required by the professors in each subject before they could Select the corresponding subject.

This meant that someone who did not do well in Potions was destined to be very embarrassed when discussing the timetable with the Head Master.

such as:

Snape: "Tell me this isn't your ideal timetable plan, you just took someone else's, Mr Crabbe."

Crabbe: "I..."

Snape: "I am very touched by your spirit of wanting to enter my Advanced Potions class with an 'A pass'."

Crabbe: "Wait, but Professor, this year you're not—"

Snape: "Yes, Defense Against the Dark Arts. The premise is that I have taught Potions at Hogwarts for 15 years, which means that I can't smash my own brand on others-and I confirm that , you don’t particularly like Potions yourself, so tell me, Mr. Crabbe, why you chose him!”

Crabbe: "##!..."

Snape: "What? Sorry, Mr. Crabbe, please repeat in a clear voice."

Crabbe: "Because I want to be with Goyle and Draco!"

Draco sighed, and there was good-natured laughter around the long Slytherin table, Zabini winked and poked Draco, in exchange for an angry stare from the platinum aristocrat.Crabbe's face was as red as a tomato just out of boiling water, and he looked down, blood dripping from his face.In no other house do students shed as much skin on their subject choices as Slytherin.Scorpius lowered his voice and clicked his tongue sympathetically.

Professor Snape snorted loudly, and the long Slytherin table fell silent. Everyone watched their head straighten up, and said to the ashamed Crabbe in an almost gentle tone: "You are completely Don't worry about that, because Mister Goyle also got an 'A' in Potions, and if you want, you two will meet and be together forever - but I promise, it's not in Advanced Potions class."

"puff--"

Finally, led by a seventh year, the Slytherin table erupted in wanton laughter, drawing the attention of the other houses.

Harry Potter sat in his seat, he looked away from the long Slytherin table, stared at the timetable he had chosen with his hands on his hips: "There must be something wrong with me before I continued to choose Potions. "

"We escaped Snape this year, maybe this class will become more interesting." Ron yawned, and he had just chosen his class schedule, "No way, Advanced Potions is to become a A course that Aurors must take."

"No one ever told me you were going to be an Auror, Ron." Harry jerked his head away, and there was a horrible click in his neck from an overuse.

Ron nodded solemnly: "Of course I said it, Harry, of course I said it."

Behind the two boys, Neville Longbottom was stammering to ask Professor McGonagall to intercede with the new potions master, and he emphasized in a low, almost choked tone, what potions class meant to him. how important.

"I never knew Neville liked Potions so much." Hermione leaned forward, a little surprised.

"It just means that when Snape left, the whole world turned upside down." Harry yawned and teased lazily.

"Each Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can only do one year." Ron said in an almost muffled voice, "and this year it's finally Snape's turn."

"When he left Hogwarts for good, even the castle shone with gold."

Harry and Ron had a silly laugh together, and Hermione beeped loudly, turned and walked away, obviously not wanting to stand with them and look as stupid as they were.

After Scorpigret came back, Ron finally turned back to the normal Ron Weasley, and Harry finally had a good night's sleep yesterday, and he would never see the cloudy clouds in his dreams again. The sky above the Ministry of Magic, and in the dream, the black-haired, black-eyed people in strange clothes who frequented the Order of the Phoenix also made him feel suffocated.

And it's all over, Harry thought happily, and from that point on, it's obviously a good start to school.