[HP] Noble

Of course Pansy couldn't understand why Draco had the leisure to spend his whole afternoon by the window - doing nothing, not even the apple in his hand, even though it might have been turned into apple puree Let Draco take a sip.

It was Scorpius, however, who looked a little drenched when she returned to the Slytherin common room, and she was a little interested—

"Look, where's that stray swallowtail dog!" the Slytherin girl screeched, in a strangely sweet voice. "As far as I know, it hasn't rained at all down here at Hogwarts today."

Pansy's words seemed to have attracted Draco's attention. The platinum nobleman maintained his posture leaning against the window, his silver-gray eyes moved carelessly, and swept across the face of the black-haired Slytherin, Then, looking a little indifferently, he looked away——

Oh, Scorpius blinked, and couldn't help but think, this really is Draco Malfoy's way, isn't it?It's not a matter of hanging up or something, although people like to call it "nobility" here. ...I'm used to this, yes, and can I still expect our Slytherin prince to draw his wand and give me a warming spell?

Scorpius turned to Pansy, and the stove in the Slytherin common room warmed his numb body from the cold, so Scorpius showed a gentle expression and said with a smile: "I'm by the Black Lake Stayed all afternoon."

"where?"

"Black Lake."

"Black Lake, oh! Black Lake?"

"Yes..." Pansy's expression showed that Scorpius shrugged in confusion, "For example, look at the giant squid or something."

As soon as Scorpius finished speaking, he saw Pansy suddenly turn his face to Prince Slytherin, who was leaning against the window with an expressionless face, with the strength to twist his own neck, and the latter just raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly calmly Ask back: "Why?"

Pansy's expression became struggling and subtle. Finally, she smirked and teased: "...This is really romantic, Draco."

"Sorry, miss, I'm afraid I have to admit that I don't understand what you're saying."

Pansy's smile became clearer, she didn't bother to listen to what Draco had to say, and continued on her own: "It's really enviable. When we were in love, you never acted like this A puberty boy."

"We've never been in love," replied the Prince Slytherin solemnly, standing up from the window. "Don't let strange and unrealistic thoughts fill your head, girl."

"Well, if you don't admit it." Pansy didn't feel offended at all, she smiled like a real silly girl and turned back to Scorpius, sweetly changing the subject, "Honey, you What about the stray cat, come and show me that poor little guy must be feeling so lonely, completely forgotten by his owner."

"Nothing, it can have fun playing by itself."

When Scorpius muttered a retort and turned around to try to find the gray ball in a corner, he heard the sound of objects being heavily placed on the table behind him.

"It's really applesauce now, Draco..." "...shut up, Pansy, shut up!"

……

Hogwarts has a span of seven grades in terms of age, which means that your childhood, adolescence, and maturity will be spent here.

When you're in grades one through three, you think it's just a place to learn, and everybody's here to learn, it's that simple.When the fourth grade comes, if one day you suddenly realize that there are so many seniors around you in pairs, even your parents were in the same class - and they weren't even in class I know—don’t be surprised and panic to feel that I’ve missed something, I swear to Merlin, this is just a process of growing up, and it’s just the beginning.

Hogwarts has always had these little customs that are so rigid that they are only revealed to you when you are old enough.

During dinner, Scorpius received an invitation - which was a surprise, because he didn't expect anyone to invite him to a private party - Scorpius was a little surprised, after all, in the past three years, he had never Didn't know such a tradition existed.

Curse?Rune?History of Magic or Potions?Scorpius thought about it, and he didn't feel that he had any preference for any hobbies during the short period of school.

"What's that?" Pansy, who was about to come over to pick up a plate of bacon, obviously noticed this little episode, and the Slytherin girl walked around him and poked her head over his shoulder, "An invitation letter —Oh, I almost forgot you were a fourth grader already, dear."

"I never knew they existed before." Scorpius said in a low voice, a little embarrassed.

"Yes, a tradition. Although once almost forced to end. But since Umbridge has gone, private gatherings among Hogwarts students have become frequent again, and when these gatherings need new members When joining, they will invite that person by sending an invitation letter—uh,” Pansy hesitated, then squeezed Zabini away, sat down between him and Scorpius, and picked a well-trimmed His eyebrows said, "But you'd better ask Draco to open it for you, just in case there's a weird spell on the invitation - usually they belong to those nasty party organizers."

"What?" Scorpius asked subconsciously.

The senior Slytherin who was called by name frowned, obviously he realized what kind of party Pansy was talking about, so he put down the tableware in his hand, sighed slightly, "Come here." He simply said to The owl ordered—this was obviously ridiculous, but surprisingly, the clever messenger tilted his head, obviously understanding this simple order.

But this was also the only movement of the owl. After that, it still stopped firmly in front of Scorpius, without any intention of moving.And raised one of his legs impatiently - Scorpius was sure that if he didn't take the note, the grumpy courier would probably give him a hard peck.

Finally, under Draco's almost stern gaze, Scorpius removed the invitation from the owl's feet.

Then almost reflexively, he didn't even open the note, and threw it directly into Draco's hand - Pansy let out a loud and short sneer, which made Scorpius feel burning from the back of his ears up.

Fortunately, the platinum nobleman didn't seem to find it funny, he grabbed the note with a cold face, and opened it.

"A normal invitation letter, the source is so formal that the signature is a professor." After a few quick glances, Draco returned the note to Scorpius with a face full of sarcasm, and when Scorpius took it When he saw it, for some reason, he found that his whole attention was on the fingertip holding it at the other end of the note. He took it in a daze, glanced at it, but found that the word He couldn't understand any of them.

The owl finished the task, lowered its long-raised claw almost angrily, pecked two mouthfuls of pumpkin juice from Scorpius' cup, and then jumped to Draco's In front of him, he turned around awkwardly and raised his other foot.

Draco accepted his own invitation without any surprise.

At this time, Scorpius' IQ finally returned to normal. He quickly read the note and raised his head: "Professor Slughorn—who is this? We have such a professor?"

"You didn't even look at your schedule carefully, did you?" Zabini shook his head, pulled the plate from under Pansy's nose towards him, and said helplessly, "The new professor, he will replace Professor Snape continues our potions lesson."

"Why did he ask me to go?" Scorpius moved his butt on the chair anxiously, as if he was about to be locked up at any time, "Tomorrow is my first potions class this semester." He said Emphasized innocently.

"Maybe I met you in the corridor and thought you were a good candidate for confinement." Draco had a rare moment of humor, although his face was still so serious, if it wasn't for the silly laughter from the people around him, Scorpius was not sure if he would take it seriously.

"Of course not confinement, Scorpius." Pansy dragged his tone, "Draco also received the invitation letter, didn't he, follow him, what do you have to be afraid of?"