[HP] Noble

Scorpius watched the spider move, and then it was about to crawl into Potter's mouth - in his impression, even the spider in Dumbledore's office might not necessarily be a mortal, he Sure he didn't want to mess with the Gryffindor savior in Dumbledore's office at all - so he frantically drew his wand and poked at the spider -

Haw!

The spider exploded.

...uh, a lot of juice.And it was green and sticky, sticking to Potter's chin in deep sleep.

"...haha." Scorpius put away his wand with a speechless dry laugh.He didn't even dare to look back at the expression of the senior Slytherin who was standing behind him at this moment. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it carelessly for Potter. Visceral made him worry—

"Throw it away." A calm voice came from behind and above him, unable to refuse, "I've touched Potter, what are you doing with it?"

"..." Scorpius wanted to remind Draco that his hesitation did not seem to be this, but he soon realized that the refutation might be futile and thankless: probably in the eyes of the Slytherin prince, the medicinal Spider entrails are indeed worth a lot more than Silly Baby Potter.

He couldn't possibly upset the Slytherin leader with a handkerchief anyway, could he?Scorpius stood up, rolled up the handkerchief, and stuffed it into the waste bin beside Dumbledore's desk.Putting his hands in his pockets, he wandered around uncomfortably, hesitating for a long time, and finally fixed his gaze on a mottled piece of wallpaper left by the side of the sofa: "I often hear the word Pensieve. -"

"That's a remnant of your memory from last year in the Order of the Phoenix, not something you 'often heard about'. The Pensieve is not some rotten street stuff." Draco smiled, he moved, turned and rushed Looking at the sycamore wooden frame next to the Pensieve, she pouted, "It's like that big stupid bird."

Fox seemed to feel that he was being ridiculed, and the fiery red phoenix in his youth jerked its head out of its wings—Scorpius was sure he saw the big bird's bright eyes glaring at Draco viciously.The big bird moved its long and gorgeous tail feathers on the perch, then puffed out its chest. Because of this movement, the feathers on its chest exploded a little, like a round ball. Claw turned around, choosing to point his butt at the two Slytherins in the room.

Scorpius leaned over and stroked the back feathers of the phoenix shamelessly—in fact, he had long wanted to do so, “What is the pensieve for?—I wanted to go to the library to check, but It just doesn't seem like there's much about it?"

"You should go to the classified bookshelf of ancient magic equipment." Draco corrected gently, "This kind of rare thing is not introduced in ordinary magic items-it is usually used to reproduce someone Memories—coordinated memory retrieval spells.”

"Memory extraction? ... There is such a spell?" Scorpius was a little surprised.

Prince Slytherin posted: "Of course there is, but the memory is unique. After being extracted, this memory will no longer exist in the brain of the person concerned, so usually people don't like to use this spell——No Who would easily want to take out their privacy and expose it to the eyes of the crowd, once many things are taken out, it is not up to you whether you want to take it back completely."

Draco's words were interesting, almost suggestive.

Scorpius stopped stroking Fox's feathers, the big red bird turned around, raised one paw and scratched his palm in a friendly way, the force was light and itchy, and the fourth-year Slytherin squinted his eyes contentedly: "It's kinda friendly..."

"The innate hostility of the species prevents us from having half-hearted affection for each other," Draco's voice became a little colder, he paused, as if he was not willing to give up this opportunity of persuasion, "You have nothing else to ask Is it?"

"Yes," Scorpius said, "if memory is a concrete substance that can be extracted separately, then maybe there is a magic spell that can change it... or rewrite it?"

Draco nodded with satisfaction: "I always thought that in the eyes of you group of people, Western magic is not something that can be so advanced." The group of allies from the east in the club are very polite and kind, but they have always been in disagreement with Western magic-this probably has a cultural difference.But I can’t blame others—at least from some aspects, traditional western magic does seem a bit stingy.

For example, usually they can make the sky rain for a while, but they can't make the clear sky suddenly cloudy and stormy.

"Western magic always has its subtleties." Scorpius muttered, walked over and lay down next to the Pensieve to look inside, and said without turning his head while watching, "Otherwise, why should I learn it?"

He looked at it for a while, but found nothing, only dots and dots inside, as if he put the nebula into an old green basin.He raised his hand, and was about to reach out to stir it up, when suddenly his waist tightened, and he was dragged back by the waist: "Don't touch it, this memory is very important, I'm afraid Dumbledore won't be happy with you Play it bad."

The voice was right next to his ear, and his tone was very flat, without the meaning of blame at all, but with some helpless connivance.

Scorpius was stunned for a moment, and then felt that it seemed quite comfortable to hold it like this, so he didn't struggle.

Draco continued with the flat, undulating emphasis he was most used to: "I'm glad you were willing to think about it after that and value your lost memories."

"That's very important to me." No one wants to live their whole life to be fooled by themselves in a fucking daze, how wronged they are.

"It's important to me too."

The smiling voice of the Slytherin prince was in his ear.Scorpius was ashamed, and the idiot could hear that the habitually expressionless Slytherin leader was saying something terrible...love words.

The hands around his waist loosened slightly, and Scorpius was relieved and a little sickly disappointed.He calmed down his expression, turned to Draco after making sure he was normal, and forced his gaze to fix on the other's tall nose (he really didn't have the courage to look at each other): "They have been like this for a long time."

"It's been a while before you came in." Draco stepped back a little, and pulled the tie on his neck casually, and the shirt was also pulled a little, revealing the beautiful collarbone, "Intercepted by Dumbledore The content is very long, even if it is only the key points, it will take about two hours-the time in memory and reality correspond to each other every minute and every second, so..."

When he turned around, he suddenly stopped talking.

Because he found that the black-haired Slytherin was looking at him with big kind eyes, full of joy.

Draco: "..."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "You look like Pansy's fold cat."

Scorpius: "What will happen if someone suddenly joins the memory of the audience in the middle of the broadcast?"

Draco raised his eyebrows: "This is not an opera, there is no excitement for you to watch."

Scorpius: "I know, memory, memory—serious stuff, um, very serious."

"Also, I'm not sure I want to show you this passage."

"Is it still related to you?"

Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, and said perfunctorily, "It's a bit."

...that is more to be seen.Scorpius cleared his throat, and tried his best not to look more expectant than before: "I think it's appropriate to put two more people in from the depth of this basin."

Draco thought for a while, and finally sighed in compromise: "You promise not to mess around inside?"

"Make sure not to move."

"Promise not to mess around... Uh, forget it, you can't touch it—I have to remind you, the content may not be very interesting. After reading it, if you have any ideas, can you guarantee that you will communicate with me as soon as possible? "

The platinum nobleman's subtle warning changed the expression on Scorpius' face: "...Did you kill in front of Dumbledore or something?"

"I promise."

"Okay, I promise."

"I didn't kill." Draco relaxed his facial expression and pulled the fourth-year Slytherin to him. The two walked into the Pensieve, and before Scorpius put his face close to it and felt the world spinning, he heard Senior Slytherin almost sighed——

"Just nearly killed Dumbledore."