[HP] Noble

However, for Scorpius, winter is definitely not a good season to think about spring. This is probably because in Hogwarts winter, "domestic man" and it may suddenly become " Someone else's man", and it is very likely that after the fact, you will still wonder whether the sweet good night kiss before going to bed last night was your hallucination...

Well, it's a bit too bad to say that, but I have to say that the odds are probably doubled in Slytherin, especially, must be.

In short, compared with summer, the threat of rivals will be infinitely magnified in winter-especially if you are a boy and your rival is a girl.

When Scorpius received his first new winter cloak from home, he finally had to notice that the girls around him began to show off their splendor—obviously, the appearance of the school uniform must not satisfy the youth Most of the girls choose to forget the existence of the "warming spell". They shivered and complained about the damn weather, while taking off their school uniforms and putting on all kinds of winter clothes contentedly. , at this time, the colors on the campus became brighter——

At the breakfast table.

"Oh no, Salazar, Beatrice doesn't like you, let it go, come here . . . boy, your father is busy, come here!"

Skillfully reaching out to rescue the three-legged tortoise from the eagle's claws, Scorpius gently hugged the majestic eagle to his knees, and took off the wrapping on its claws.

This fierce-looking big bird didn't stretch its neck to peck him, but tilted its head to look at its owner who was "obviously busy" on the other side of the dining table, fluttered its wings in dissatisfaction, and then honestly looked at him in the dark. Standing firmly on Slytherin's knee, he proudly raised his right paw where it was hanging.

"Oh Draco, don't you think it's not easy for your courier Daxue to deliver your package?"

Pansy Parkinson watched Scorpius' movements the whole time, and the corners of his lips curled up in a sinister smile.

Draco raised his head, glanced at her lightly, and then his silver-gray eyes moved slightly, and saw the eagle who was squatting obediently on top of the fourth-year Slytherin.

As if the people around were not looking at him, after a brief pause, Draco lowered his head again, and continued his explanation about "Sara Fever" (a plague spell) in the same tone.

I have to admit that when Prince Slytherin puts on his glasses and explains a certain academic question calmly and earnestly, he definitely looks more attractive than usual.

Of course, it would be better if the people next to him were not so obtrusive.

Scorpius bit his fork and squinted at Astoria, who was leaning against Draco. The blonde Slytherin girl wore a beautiful little white dress today, which looked heavy enough-but it couldn't hide its The length of the thigh is such a flaw that makes people doubt the season. Seeing the little girl who is almost lying on the platinum nobleman with the question as an excuse, Scorpius frowned, and finally couldn't help asking in a low voice. Opposite Pansy.

"Isn't she cold?"

"That's a good question, my dear. The only creatures in the world that are not afraid of the cold are the arctic glacier dragon and the bitch." Pansy turned to Scorpius and replied with a smile, "Which one do you think she is?"

Amidst the laughter of the people around him, Scorpius seemed to be seriously thinking about this issue.

Until the fork in his mouth was gently pulled away——

"No matter where you are, from being able to sit at the table by yourself, I think someone should tell you: don't play with your tableware."

The lazy and deliberately protracted familiar voice sounded in the ear, which made Scorpius stunned, and then felt light on his knees, and the warmth that belonged to the bird's down was slightly away——

"Come here, Salazar, Merlin, you look like a stupid hen hatching now."

Prince Slytherin wanted to take his pet over with dissatisfaction, but at this moment, this huge and majestic eagle was eating the last piece of bacon on Scorpius' dinner plate, and its eating was disturbed. He patted his wings reluctantly, turned his round glasses around, and tilted his neck to look at Scorpius who was obviously in a daze.

At this moment, Scorpius came back to his senses, gently stroked Salazar's head with his index finger, and lowered his voice: "Go, go to your father."

Draco frowned: "Damn it, I'm not its father."

"Oh," Scorpius smiled in surprise, "I thought you couldn't understand Chinese."

"I started learning Chinese four years ago during the summer vacation. Do you want me to recite a passage of "The Analects of Confucius" for you?" Draco took his pet with a mocking face, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it lightly. After releasing it into the air, the satiated eagle croaked loudly. After circling the Slytherin table twice, it followed the last owl team to leave through the small window above the auditorium.

Prince Slytherin paused for a moment, turned around the long table, and returned to his seat—obviously, he deliberately walked around half of the long table to Scorpius just now, and now, he returned to his seat. Walking around half the long table, he sat back at his own seat - that seat happened to be directly opposite Scorpius, where Draco usually used to sit.

He went to such lengths that it looked like he was really just trying to get his pet back.

"Why did you sit there today?" Master Malfoy sat down again, lowered his eyes, took a piece of toast without raising his head, and began to spread a little butter for his first breakfast of the day.

"Probably move a hole for other people in need." Scorpius shrugged, regardless of whether Draco could see it, "You know, I can never go to the hospital early in the morning with a book Destroy anyone's appetite."

"Oh my little Scorpius," Pansy broke in in surprise, "you've grown up."

"Don't teach him what you do, Pansy," Draco said deadpan.

"Look, Draco, my honorable prince, it's as if you haven't been sneering at others since you were a child." The black-haired Slytherin stared at her companion with feigned surprise, "'I'm afraid' It's the 'that' you taught." Come on, she giggled cheerfully, quite annoyingly, "Speaking of it," she continued, "you're 'that' with Who learned it?"

Draco obviously wasn't going to talk to her.

"I might want to go back to my original seat at lunch." Scorpius took the silver fork touched by Draco, pinched it and poked the scrambled egg in front of him without looking up, "But I probably don't have a winter skirt that's above my knees, if you don't mind?"

This time, even Zabini sneered out of embarrassment.

Prince Slytherin raised his head and glanced at Scorpius in a little surprise: "Your appearance makes me think that you have fully recovered your memory."

"..." Scorpius paused, "No, not yet."

"That means the guts came back first." The corners of Draco's lips curled up slightly, showing a hint of indulgence, and before everyone had time to see it clearly, he quickly smoothed the corners of his mouth. He put the tableware in his hand, napkin Gracefully wiped the non-existent stains on her lips, and said slowly, "You don't have class in the morning, show me the Defense Against the Dark Arts paper you mentioned last time, and I will wait for you in the library. "

library?

two people?

The fork slipped from Scorpius' hands - he steadied his wrist before making a horrible, nasty sound.

"I'm afraid not today," he bowed his head.

"What?" the platinum nobleman smiled, "Where did the courage go?"

"Really not." Scorpius scratched his head and said with some pain, "I promised Neville to show him his potion."

Draco was slightly taken aback, the smile on his face subsided and he frowned slightly: "Neville?"

"That Longbottom." Zabini added with a half-smile, "ah, the one sitting across from Potter is—well, kind of fat, and undeniably a Gryffindor. "

Draco's face turned gloomy: "What, Blaise? Hasn't their damn potion exploded yet?"

"Probably not yet," Zabini replied languidly. "They seem to be working on some great big project."

"It's none of our business." Prince Slytherin tapped the tabletop with his fingers, and every time he tapped on Scorpius' heartstrings - once, trembling.

After a while, he heard the succinct answer from the Slytherin leader across the long table.

It was a simple imperative sentence.

such as.

"Don't go."