[HP] Noble

"That's why I hate prophecies - they're bullshit most of the time, but when you think they're bullshit, they come true!" Stepping on the snow one by one, Scorpius stumbled and followed Draco babbled and complained, "I think the science of prophecy is utter nonsense, and I don't want to believe it at all!"

Draco stopped abruptly, and Scorpius bumped his head on the back of the senior Slytherin, "Oh—sorry." I don’t know where the bacon was stolen and swaggered past them, “But——I really don’t want to believe these unreliable things, but there is an old saying in China that’s better to believe what you have than to believe what you don’t have.” .”

"You've been complaining from the very beginning, and you've been making assumptions, affirming yourself, and contradicting yourself." Draco glanced at the fourth-year Slytherin behind him, and asked flatly, "Are you full? Is it on?"

"You heard that woman's prophecy!"

The corner of Prince Slytherin's lips curved quickly in an invisible arc: "Mother..."

"I'm sorry!" said Scorpius. "If the three of diamonds refers to the accident in the snow, then it is obvious that the three of hearts 'ominous bloody, accident that has come' refers to the bus conductor..."

Scorpius shut up, paused, and shuddered: "'Nine of Spades: Out of Violence, Unrevealable Secret.'—What does that mean?"

"Don't worry about it. Hogwarts is full of secrets, and our lives are full of violence. If you don't believe me, ask silly baby Potter. If we have the opportunity and don't have to bear the consequences, we will all choose without hesitation." Drown each other in the toilet." Draco said calmly, "So forget about this stupid prophecy."

As he said this, Draco had already stepped on the steps leading from Hogsmeade to the Hogwarts grounds.

Seeing that they could step into the warm castle, they were stopped in front of the door.

……

Harry and the other Gryffindors followed closely behind Professor McGonagall.Hermione conjured up a small stretcher, and moved Katie onto the stretcher with a simple floating spell. At this time, black viscous liquid continued to flow from Katie's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, which made her clean and delicate. The face became a little strange and hideous.

"It is an exorcism spell for the remnants of black magic."

Harry took a few steps forward when he suddenly heard the Slytherins discussing quietly behind him.Remnants of black magic?He held his breath, even though the wind was blowing around him and he could hardly hear anything, but he found that he couldn't help but prick up his ears, trying to make out the words blurred in the wind—

"Additionally bound to that opal necklace." It was Malfoy's voice.

Then there was Little Gretel's lowered voice, and only a few fragmented words could be heard intermittently, to the effect that he was asking Malfoy about the exorcism spell.

"Dispel the harmful substances left by black magic from the body of the caster. Once they become visualized, they are black viscous liquid. Compared with a spell, it is more like a ritual—"

What did Little Gretel ask again, and this time, Harry heard Malfoy's affirmative voice, saying——

"Yeah, how could you ask such a silly question - of course I would."

So Harry stopped.

By the way, Ron in front noticed this, he raised his eyebrows inexplicably and looked back at his friend, and then Hermione who was walking side by side with him—fortunately, except for the three of them, everyone's attention was on On Professor McGonagall's furious rage and Katie on the stretcher.

Harry waited patiently for the Slytherins to draw closer, frowning when Draco stood in front of him.

The Slytherins also stopped talking, and they raised their heads and looked at the Gryffindors blocking the door without any surprise.

After confirming that the sound of Professor McGonagall's high heels had completely disappeared behind the door, Harry cleared his throat: "You couldn't have given that opal to Katie, could you?"

"Who is Katie?" Draco stopped, looking dissatisfied with the fact that the way back was blocked by three Gryffindors - but the situation was special, so even if it was Potter , he just frowned and asked gracefully.

"The one on the stretcher just now." Scorpius pursed his lips and choked on Snowflakes. The sound of coughing drew a quick glance from the platinum-haired Slytherin.

"Get out of the way, Potter, you're blocking the way." Draco raised his pale jaw, "Go back to the castle if you have anything to say."

But Harry had no intention of stepping aside.

"I've seen you take an interest in it once—I mean that opal necklace, which you looked at fascinatedly in that enchanted shop full of prohibited items!"

"You mean the Weasley brothers' joke shop?" Draco asked deadpan.

Obviously Harry didn't appreciate Slytherin's cold joke, he snorted coldly: "Knockturn Alley, Malfoy."

"You went to Knockturn Alley, Potter?" Draco chuckled, "That's not the place for a good baby like you, I'll tell your dog godfather, maybe he'll hit you angrily butt."

Slytherin's contemptuous attitude made the Gryffindor savior furious, and as his good friend, Ron Weasley was also flushed - the first is that it is really cold here, and the second is because he never found out that this damn Slytherin can be so invulnerable.Although he also wanted to go back to the castle quickly, but since the wind was blowing here for a long time, he didn't want to end up being defeated by Slytherin.

So the red-haired Gryffindor moved his lips: "You want to send this necklace to Harry through Katie, don't you, Malfoy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the black-haired Slytherin who was following the platinum noble gave him a glare.

Then Ron shut up too - probably because his heart was groaning into a pile of mud at the moment.

To be honest, the stare really killed him.

"You are probably the pig-like teammate in the legend, Weasley." Draco glanced at the red hair contemptuously, and smiled indifferently at the other companions around him, "Come and see, you're alive."

"Stop talking nonsense to them, Draco." Scorpius coughed twice, and even forgot when he changed from "Mr. Malfoy" to "Draco". Dry, itchy and sad, he frowned impatiently, "I'm freezing to death, why are we standing here and explaining these fearless accusations solemnly?"

"Your English has improved a lot, little Mr. Gretel," Draco curled up the corners of his lips lazily, "it's amazing."

"I heard you admit to yourself the spell you'd put on the opal!" said Harry angrily.

"Anyone who is a dark wizard knows this spell, Potter." Draco finally stopped being annoyed, he crossed his arms, "If you overheard my conversation with Little Gretel in its entirety, you'll understand that Black The exorcism spell of magic residual elements is a beneficial spell in itself, if someone puts it on an item that itself has a black magic curse, then it must be—”

Draco shut his mouth suddenly.

A hint of confusion flashed across his face, and then he relaxed, as if he suddenly figured out something crucial.

"It must be something?" Harry looked puzzled.

"Think for yourself, Potter. I'm not your professor."

After saying this, Draco pushed him away a little rudely.The winter robes rattled because of this action, and with Draco leading the way, a group of Slytherins passed the Gryffindors directly, and walked into the warm castle without looking back.

Until their backs completely disappeared around the corner.Beside Harry, Hermione beeped impatiently.

"What are you beeping?" Ron raised his eyebrows and asked irritably, "If you know something, just say, if you are as confused as we are, don't act like you just made a fool of yourself." Just me and Harry."

"We're not being stupid, Ron!" Harry corrected.

"Oh, of course I know we don't, buddy!" Ron raised his voice with guilt, "I'm not asking our Miss Know-it-all-"

"I wanted to stop you, but it was too late." Hermione said, she reached into the pocket of her robe to feel, and then took out a crumpled note, "Here, look." She Push the note under Harry's nose.

—Harry Potter received.

A line magically written in formal golden font appeared on the note.

Harry froze.

"It was found together in the opal box." Hermione said subtly, retracting her hand, and carefully folded it back into her pocket. "No one saw it, so I put it away."

"Now I'm even more suspicious of Malfoy—he saw this weird opal necklace that could kill people at the Bokin-Blog shop, and thought it might be good to hang it around Harry's neck—" Ron said enthusiastically, "and then He bought it, got his chance today, took Katie off the table, put an Imperius spell on her or something, made her hand over the opal necklace to Harry, and—why look at me like that ?”

"If you find that you can't find a suitable position in the Ministry of Magic after graduation, you may be able to apply to Professor McGonagall to recommend you to the Daily Prophet—there needs experts like you who are rich in imagination and make up facts." Min said speechlessly.

"It's not unreasonable what Ron said." Harry said with conscience.

Hermione sneered, and brushed her hair vigorously: "You two are at this level, aren't you? -Harry, to be fair, if Malfoy wanted to kill you, he probably had a million dollars in the past time." had an opportunity to do so—and he didn't."

"Oh yeah, he doesn't do it, but it doesn't mean he doesn't want to."

Hermione paused: "...Uh, probably so. But if he's going to kill you one day—God, it feels weird to say that, I mean, if he wants to kill you, he will Do it yourself, not borrow someone else or an item.”

"Speaking of which, Malfoy really values ​​you, man." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "George's suggestion is good, you two can try to be together, and then continue to fight wits every day for the rest of your life." Yong, spent every day in the excitement of calculating how to kill the other party and prevent himself from being killed."

Harry looked listless after the serious topic was completely turned away.He casually received the sign-in list that Filch handed over, and vigorously ticked his own name. After doing so, he raised his head and glanced at the red-haired Gryffindor, and said endlessly: "Then you No play, Ron."

"What?" Ron smirked and took Harry's signature quill.

"Grete probably won't like that kind of male creature whose IQ immediately drops from zero to minus infinity after he glances at it."

Ron stopped smiling.

The force with which he signed in crossed Filch's sign-in paper.

Looking at the red-haired Gryffindor striding away, Hermione shrugged helplessly: "You have hit his bottom line, Harry."

"I'm just telling the truth, Hermione," said Harry helplessly. "The whole world thinks Malfoy and Gretel are together - except for two: Gretel himself and Ron."