[HP] Noble

Scorpius and the others were invited to the Potions Office for a "pleasant and short" small party after dinner. Raco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini had been waiting there for a long time. They were leaning against the wall of the castle, chatting casually.

"You're here too, Blaise." Scorpius was a little surprised, but looked happy again, which made Draco purse the corners of his lips a little unhappy.

"Of course, you will find that when you walk in, you can still see the famous Potter, Granger who is always in the top three, and Belby, he is nothing, but his uncle is quite famous and has won the Merlin Medal Oh, and Sevette Deaton, that Ravenclaw," Zabini paused and glanced at Draco, "is one of Cedric's cousins."

"I know this family," Scorpius frowned. "There was a fight between the Deaton family and Mr. Malfoy in the hallway last year. I happened to pass by and saw that."

You didn't happen to be passing by, you were there and moved your hand.The bad mood caused Draco to finally sneer noncommittally: "Sell Deaton, that idiot thinks he can threaten me."

Zabini cleared his throat, and rolled his eyes in an unrefined way: "The reason I'm here is probably because of my mother, Onsabel Elizabeth."

"What?!" Scorpius opened his mouth - even though he knew it would make him look stupid, but he was too surprised, "She's your mother - the famous beautiful witch -"

"I have married seven husbands before and after, and each of them died unexpectedly. The most recent one—my stepfather, although he is still in good health, is obviously not in a very safe position now. You know, the German Ministry of Magic." Making a grimace, Zabini seemed to not care too much and smiled, "Anyway, that's what the gossip page of the Daily Prophet says."

"The reporters at that newspaper are a bunch of lunatics." Draco let out a short laugh that sounded like mocking or protesting, "I'm you and you don't take them to heart, Blaise."

When the three of them pushed the door and walked in, Zabini heard Scorpius speak Chinese in a very low voice from behind.

"What?" He stopped and asked with interest.

"There is a way to crack this, there is a saying in China." Scorpius smiled relaxedly, "It can be solved by just moving the furniture in your house, but I don't know the details, and It’s not a job that my family can handle, um, it’s another branch—if you’re interested, I’ll ask when I’m writing to my family.”

"Best." Blinking, Slytherin bowed lazily, Scorpius shrugged at him, and swaggered from the space he made to their Potions Master's office.

Once inside, Scorpius was shocked.

It's nothing like Professor Snape's office - overly ornate, he means - no one can see what it's for if they don't know it - old but ornate desk with no There are piles of parchment handed in by the students that should be there, and various baubles that are obviously magical decorations occupy their places.There are no rows of potion storage cabinets with potions on the wall, but a huge and overly luxurious tapestry, with soft animal skin carpets underfoot, and there is obviously no such thing as the one in Professor Snape's office. The smell of years of antiseptic spells is instead a sweet smell of baked cakes——

Of course, when he twisted his neck and saw a huge fresh raspberry cake on the table not far away, Scorpius immediately understood the reason for the taste.

Those who had already arrived happily gathered around the edge of the table, each with a freshly cut cake in their hands - although it seemed that they should have someone to remind them that dinner was just less than twenty minutes past, and the house-elves Chances are you haven't even finished washing the dishes yet.

For Merlin's sake, even Dumbledore's office looked more like a Potions Master's office than this.

When the Slytherins walked into the office, their new potions professor was telling a story about a student he once taught - it sounds like the student is now the director of the Weather Forecasting Office at the French Ministry of Magic .Slughorn, with his old-fashioned knack for babbling, told stories with a dullness and incomprehensible pride.

Judging by Scorpius's not-so-rich life experience, such people can usually only listen to half of what they say.Standing at the door and listening for a while, Draco, who was standing in front of him, suddenly cleared his throat when he was thinking of retreating quietly before the professor noticed him.

For a moment Scorpius wanted to lift his foot to kick the Platinum Noble's shin - though he soon realized that the idea was horribly outrageous.

Slughorn's voice stopped in dissatisfaction. When he turned his head to look at the door with displeasure, as if by magic, a chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on his old face——

"Ouch! Look who it is!"

He cheered happily.

There was a brief sneer or disdain in the room, and the source of the sound could have been guessed by a toe as Harry Potter - or his relatives and friends.

"Little Mr. Malfoy—despite all these years, the Malfoy family is still one of the most authoritative and wealthy families in the British wizarding world, and today we are honored to have the only heir to this family—" Slughorn took a deep breath In one breath, "Let me see who is coming with you - of course, you are from the same academy, Mr. Zabini, I can't believe you are so old - your mother Onsabel You used to be mentioned to me when you were little, my God, your eyes were cut out of hers—oh, look, there's a little one behind you—come up, little Mr. Gretel!"

Scorpius moved reluctantly.

"Still so shy about a young man who's just in the fourth grade and has the right to participate in small assemblies." Slughorn winked his eyes incessantly, and grabbed the nearest--whoever was closest to him, teasing, " But you can't underestimate him, the only inheritance from an ancient oriental wizard family—"

...the only inheritance?Not to mention anything else, he probably couldn't even count the number of juniors and juniors that Guang Wenxin had.

"—holds mysterious knowledge and power that even your professor, me—or Dumbledore doesn't understand!"

... Anyway, you still know that there is Dumbledore on your head, as for the mysterious power, forget it.

At this point, Scorpius decided that not only should he not believe half of what the old man said, but probably only throwing everything into the trash can is the most appropriate way to deal with it.

Slughorn got up from the couch, startled the fat boy next to him so much that he nearly choked on the cake, pulled out his wand and cast him a sort of digestion spell, and when the boy finally recovered When he was breathing normally, he announced loudly: "I invited you here today just to start a potion-related club - here, I guarantee, boys, here, everyone has been a potion The elite of the class—”

Potion Elite?Scorpius looked around, he saw Harry Potter with a dazed face, and Neville Longbottom with a terrified face—it's really not that he looked down on people, but anyway he couldn't help laughing —this small laugh was not let go by Slughorn, who stopped, looked around with an offended face, as if looking for a little bit of sarcasm in someone's face, and then make him look good--

Thanks to Merlin, at this critical moment, Draco moved his body and casually leaned against the door rail, while Scorpius who was standing here was completely covered by him.

When the old man failed to find his target and continued his great speech, Scorpius heard Draco lower his voice, say in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Be careful, don't be so rash."

The earlobe was a little hot, and he couldn't help but beat two beats faster - when everything returned to normal, Scorpius smiled gratefully at him and thanked him in a low voice.

At this time, he suddenly remembered Pansy's teasing at the dinner table——

"Draco also received the invitation letter, didn't he, following behind him, what do you have to be afraid of?"