[HP] Noble

Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth for such a simple, rude and undisguised order: "The Slytherin rules say that you must be honest and trustworthy, and you must do what you promise to others."

"There is no such strange rule in the Slytherin rules." Draco cast a speechless glance at the righteous fourth-year Slytherin. "It sounds like something that stupid lions need to abide by."

"Oh, there is no such thing as 'rules' in Gryffindor." Not far away, Ginny Weasley spread raspberry jam on her own bread without looking up, obviously she had been paying attention to Scorpius "I've never heard of their conversation." She said lightly with a full face.

Pansy let out a merciless laugh, and Scorpius rubbed his ears in embarrassment, he knew Draco was watching him, but he had to pretend he didn't notice, because if he looked up, he'd probably Under the dissatisfied gaze of Prince Slytherin, he nodded foolishly and agreed without hesitation "then I won't go" - even Scorpius himself didn't want to believe whether his integrity was enough.

But he really had to go.

Because it was Hermione and Neville who stopped him in the corridor that day, and under the instigation of Hermione's urgent gaze, Neville expressed his desire for help in a nonchalant manner.As for why Scorpius was chosen, it was probably because he was the only "Slytherin who couldn't eat people" - he didn't wrong anyone at all, this was what Neville blurted out under his nervousness. Pi raised his eyebrows, almost thinking that after four years, his English listening skills had gone wrong again.

As for why the Gryffindor Potions extracurricular group had to have a Slytherin, it was probably because Severus Snape, the number one master of potions in the magic world, was the head of Slytherin House.The advice of this former Potions professor, who was good at protecting his shortcomings and had no love for students from other colleges, might be very helpful for them to break through the bottleneck, even if it was only a word or two.

"Listen, why can't you go find Draco?"

At this moment, Scorpius was standing in the empty old Potions classroom, watching Harry frantically trying to repair a whole mandrake to make it a little more beautiful, and then throwing it into the side where it was gurgling purple. In the potion of smoke—

Hearing Draco's name, Neville shook his hand, Bissell's bullfrog ping-pong ball-sized eyes slipped out of his hand, and flew all over Scorpius' face.Under the chubby Gryffindor's repeated apologies, Slytherin grabbed the potion ingredients that were sliding down his face and came out of a sticky transparent liquid, and threw it back to Neville, remaining calm Said: "Draco Malfoy is the godson of Professor Snape. If he asks a question, he may get a derivative answer as thick as a book."

"Okay, don't mention him." Harry rolled his eyes, picked off a withered yellow leaf from the Mandrake and threw it on the table, "You scared Neville."

He hesitated for a moment, making a gesture to throw the mandrake into the brewed potion——

"Stop!" said Scorpius with a headache. "Don't you see there's still a big lump of mud on the root, Potter?"

Harry was taken aback for a moment, then nervously withdrew his hands and began to inspect the mandrake he had been handling for a long time, and finally found a little dirt on the roots that he hadn't cleaned in time.

"Aha, at least it's fresh enough doesn't it?" Scorpius folded his arms and watched mockingly as Harry cleaned up the bit of dirt.

"Just a little bit," Harry said angrily, "not a big chunk - I just brought it back from the Forbidden Forest this morning."

Neville kicked Harry nervously under the table, Gryffindor was taken aback again, and then realized what he said wrong, blinked his green eyes, and said blankly: "I just mentioned the 'forbidden' Lin'? Oh that's too bad, it was an absolute slip of the tongue, I stole the mandrake... from the potions greenhouse."

"The reason why you don't dare to ask Draco for help is because you found out that during the conversation, you can find a reason for confinement in three sentences, right?" Scorpius sighed and took the hand from Navi Give yourself a silver knife, gently squeeze the sleepy pods with the side, and pour a large amount of pod juice into the ready-to-use container under the surprised eyes of the Gryffindors.

"—no, dear, the reason we're afraid to go to Malfoy is because he's afraid he'll turn us into statues before we even open our mouths."

The front door of the classroom was kicked open, and Hermione staggered in with a pile of dusty books in her arms, and then threw them all on an even dustier table. Her brown curly hair was covered, and she waved her hand in front of her nose indifferently, and continued: "The worst thing is, he won't tell anyone after turning us into statues, and then it leads to people who don't know. He did such a wicked thing, and we had to stand foolishly in the corridor for a day and a night until the spell wore off."

"Oh, my God, Hermione," Harry said sarcastically without looking up, "I'm starting to miss Malfoy's flaunting personality in everything he did when you said that— When did he start correcting this advantage?"

Scorpius sneered. "He wouldn't do that."

"In fact, he has already done so." Hermione opened the top book and began to compare the contents, and the Gryffindor girl answered without shaking her head, "This Monday we found that Spinson Gertis He didn't show up for class, and Professor McGonagall looked for him all day and all night, and finally he showed up by himself - he said he was in the corridor on the fourth floor all day because Malfoy put him there."

Scorpius: "..."

The classrooms on the fourth floor were almost completely disused. About two years ago, Dumbledore converted them into a VIP lounge that would "probably never be used". In other words, only a handful of people would go there.

Scorpius decided to change the subject: "How is Professor Black? I heard he and Professor Snape are in love."

"There was a fight," Harry said without hesitation, "and we're facing a breakup."

Scorpius: "..."

Harry: "Sirius told me yesterday that he thought Snape liked Regulus - apparently he told Snape that too, and then the old Bat went into a rage and had to sleep in Slater that night. in the hallway of the Wood Cellar to apologize to the old bat who went out to breakfast early the next morning."

Scorpius: "Did he wait?"

Harry: "No, he didn't expect that there was a back door to the head Slytherin's office."

Scorpius: "..."

Hermione: "Poor Sirius, he shouldn't be suspicious of Professor Snape."

"Oh, there must be some reason for him to think so," Harry said casually, "they've been nervous lately, um, probably because the owner of the bookstore in Diagon Alley has also disappeared - almost all the shops It's closed, and the boss seems to be trying to make another profit before Christmas, but Voldemort doesn't seem to be waiting for him."

The third bullfrog eye flew out of Neville's hand, and this time, Scorpius easily dodged it.He bent down calmly, and took out a piece of parchment and a fluffy quill from his schoolbag: "Come on, I have to go to the library later, what problem do you need to solve?"

Hermione raised her hand abruptly, and closed the book she was reading forcefully. She jumped up and walked quickly to Scorpius' side, snatched his recording tool, and wrote down——

Problem [-]: The CHR component of the lionfish spine meal conflicts with the CNR structure of the evening primrose potion. Gobalot’s second law states that usually such a medicinal conflict will have bad consequences.But if there is a potion that must fuse them together, what should be done?

Question [-]: If you must get fresh spring evening primrose in winter, where should you go?

Scorpius took the parchment and glanced at it quickly: "Well, I can answer your second question."

Hermione withdrew the parchment, crossed out the question, and stuffed it back to Scorpius: "Thank you?"

"...You're welcome." Scorpius said helplessly, "Go to the Forbidden Forest on a full moon day, sit on a non-sky broom and look down, and you will see a faint blue light—that light will not be brighter than a firefly, Then take your shovel and you can see spring evening primrose within three feet of snow.”

Neville hurriedly opened his schoolbag and wrote down Scorpius' words word for word, which caused the contents of his schoolbag to be scattered all over the floor.

Scorpius: "Anything else?"

Hermione: "That's all for now, thanks, Scorpius."

Scorpius smiled slightly: "Oh, you're welcome, Hermione."

He walked to the door, glanced back at Potter, who was staring at him with a subtle expression, and Slytherin smiled slightly: "Please please me, Potter. Then I will consider not letting the next full moon Draco stood guard at the gate of the castle and slapped fifty points on you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Harry to answer, he closed the door forcefully, and walked on the road leading to the library in a swaggering manner.