[HP] Noble

Harry stared at the slammed door and said in a hellish tone, "Who the hell said this Slytherin was nice and popular?"

"It was selected from the last issue of "Hogwarts Common Room" magazine." Hermione explained in a good-natured manner, and she began to pack the potions books that had been brought back from the library.

"Elected based on what?" Harry gasped reluctantly, "At least I never voted!"

"Oh come on Harry," the Gryffindor girl rolled her eyes at the ceiling forcefully, "a lot of people like him, even Neville whispered to me that Scorpius was as sweet as a Hufflepuff Odd and not Slytherin - you said that, didn't you, Neville?" She raised a well-manicured eyebrow, and raised her voice slightly to ask Neville Longbottom, who was blushing nearby.

Harry turned his head sharply, looking at him in disbelief - it made Neville so tempted to deny that he'd said anything like that, but he took a quick look at Hermione and decided that Hermione seemed even scarier , so he nodded: "I said so——"

Harry took a deep breath, looking ready to explode.

Neville was terrified, and immediately added: "Hey wait, Ron kind of likes him too, doesn't he?"

"Ron likes that Slytherin," Harry said dryly, like a deflated ball, before he could bring it up, "so of course he 'likes' him, Neville, didn't you hear Rowan last night? En calling that Slytherin's name while making a moan similar to a dream-" Harry saw Neville's mouth open in surprise with satisfaction, and grinned nastyly to add, "It seems you didn't hear - but that's okay, Now that you know, you can imagine the dreadful scene for yourself—yes, yes, that's what you mean."

"I think Ron is free to like whoever he likes, Harry," said Hermione fairly. "Even Filch likes Scorpius—well, probably since the last time he saw Scorpius." Pi easily trapped Peeves in the third-floor greenhouse."

"You have no idea how insidious that fourth-year Slytherin can be," Harry said unconvinced.

"Don't expect him to be very polite to you, Harry." Hermione lowered her head again, irritably tossing a dusty book into a temporarily useless category, "Anyway, he's a Slytherin, you It's Gryffindor, and you're not Fred and Greenglass, or Wood and Flint, you and Malfoy are sworn enemies, and he and Malfoy are... ahem."

"What's the meaning of 'huh'?" Harry asked angrily.

"That's what you understand!" Hermione smirked, deliberately imitating the tone of Harry talking to Neville just now.

Harry was so speechless that he decided not to speak a word, not a single punctuation mark, to Hermione until dinner.

……

And here, Scorpigret was rushing to the library.

He passed by the Room of Requirement, but just in time saw Nott coming out of it—the strangest thing was that this senior Slytherin, who had been getting weird lately, didn't seem too happy to see him, when Scorpius called Nott turned his head when he did, and at that moment Scorpius almost thought he was about to be attacked.

"Hey, buddy, take it easy, it's me." Scorpius raised his hands and frowned slightly, "What's the matter with you recently?"

"You don't know what I was like before, Gretel." Nott turned around and reminded lightly, "You lost your memory, didn't you?"

Scorpius: "Oh, right?"

Nott: "..."

Scorpius: "Subconsciously said that - what are you carrying?"

"What?" Nott twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, "Are you talking about this?" He raised the handle slightly, and generously showed Scorpius the creature in the cage in his hand—it was a The snow-white pigeon is squatting obediently in the cage and cooing at this moment.

"Where did the pigeon come from?"

"Otherwise, why is it called the Room of Requirement?"

Nott smiled easily, and without waiting for Scorpius to answer, he turned around and left without hesitation with graceful steps.Scorpius stood there and watched for a while, until Nott's back completely disappeared at the corner of the corridor, he scratched his head, and always felt that something was wrong——

This caused him to be absent-minded the entire time in the library, almost kicking past Draco and running to the innermost Ravenclaw desk.

Fortunately, at least Draco was awake. When Scorpius walked past him with dazed eyes, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the waist of the fourth-year Slytherin, hugged him back, and placed him on his on the chair next to me.

"what happened?"

Squeezing the absent-minded man's chin, Draco asked in a flat, unwavering tone.

Scorpius blinked: "I saw Nott holding a pigeon."

Draco frowned, "And then?"

Scorpius was at a loss: "Why is he carrying a pigeon?"

Draco: "..."

After a moment of silence, he tapped on the ancient desk in the library with his fingers, and said softly, "Did you bring the paper?"

Scorpius came back to his senses, and while responding, he was busy in the corner trying to dig out the dissertation on werewolves that he hadn't had time to hand in in his messy schoolbag, and he thought it was terrible. Most importantly, This paper was to be given to Professor Snape.

Draco took the crumpled parchment with a bit of distaste, opened it and glanced at it, and then asked calmly, "Why would anyone want to mix the potion of dreamlessness and the antidote of lucidity?"

Scorpius was taken aback, and leaned over to look at the parchment in Draco's hand. When he saw Hermione's unique and elegant font, he made a painful grimace: "It's not this, it's the wrong one."

"It's okay, even if you don't give it to me, I will ask at the end." Draco held the parchment a little farther away, preventing Scorpius from pulling it back, "Now, answer my question first .”

"...You can either ask Potter or Professor Snape this question." Scorpius said innocently, "I'm just an errand runner, don't make things difficult for me, Mr. Prefect."

Draco stared at the fourth-year Slytherins, slowly curled his lips, and said a meaningful ooh - enough to make anyone goosebumps stand up and sing the national anthem -

"Don't look at me like that, it's scary," said Scorpius dryly, "I don't know—oh, wait, how do you know it's the Dreamless Potion and the Lucidity Cure, you know, the above Only wrote two ingredients?"

"The CHR component of lionfish spine meal is one of the most important ingredients in the Dreamless Potion. Apart from the Dreamless Potion, I can't think of any other potions that need it. Evening primrose also happens to be one of the main ingredients in the Lucidity Potion One——if these two potion materials will conflict in the same potion, then the evening primrose here can only refer to spring evening primrose, which is the best material for making sobriety potions."

Scorpius slapped his hands hypocritically - which drew a scolding from Mrs. Pince.

When she walked away yelling things like "Keep you out" and "Books are only allowed in the library", Scorpius lowered his voice. In order to ensure that Draco could hear him, he didn't realize that the two of them were relying on each other now. How close is it: "Exactly, the crossed-out question is where to find spring evening primrose, I told him, so remember to wait for Potter at the gate of the castle next full moon, and then give him a few bucks very."

After finishing speaking, Scorpius laughed contentedly as if he had taken advantage of something.

Draco stared at him for a moment, as if trying to figure out if the man in front of him was genuinely smirking contentedly.

About 30 seconds later, he found helplessly that the other party was actually smiling from the bottom of his heart.

He changed his posture and said lazily: "I thought you clearly figured out what Potter and the others were doing after walking around for so long?"

"I don't know. They didn't tell me. There were more than a dozen potion ingredients on the table. When I went, Potter was tossing his mandrake."

"Mandrake," said Draco like a mobile electronic dictionary, "one of the main ingredients of various antidotes, they are making a kind of antidote for magical damage caused by deep sleep .”

"Wow."

"Don't make such a stupid sound, boy." Draco raised his eyebrows and said slightly mockingly, "Although the fourth grade didn't involve the problem of the structure of potion ingredients, as far as I know, at least Aspen in your grade Tolia Greengrass has mastered this."

It's Astoria again.

Scorpius pursed his lips and shrugged, who the fuck CARES.

After thinking about it, I felt that something was wrong, and I should counterattack appropriately.

"She worked so hard to learn potions just to please you." Scorpius sat up straight, looking at the sixth-year Slytherin who taught him a lesson with no expression on his face, and said darkly.

"At least I learned it." Prince Slytherin remained calm, his silver-gray eyes swept over the disaffected little Slytherin, "When you were in the first grade, I found out that she started reading "Intermediate Potions Guide" "I reminded you, and your answer is especially memorable to me."

"What did I say?"

"You said you needed a full childhood."

"..." Scorpius cleared his throat, "Sounds like my pattern."

"This is your answer, I'm not even willing to change the punctuation marks, of course I won't jump out of your pattern." Draco mocked bitterly.

"I have amnesia, I can't remember."

"That's a good reason," Draco took Scorpius' schoolbag, flipped through it, and finally found the real Defense Against the Dark Arts paper from the bottom of the schoolbag—with a big hole, he Had to pull out his wand for a restorative spell, "You better hope you live your life with this goddamn reason."

"If you don't mention Astoria, I won't mention this."

Prince Slytherin obviously didn't expect these words. He was slightly taken aback, and the recovery movement in his hand stopped. The red light on the tip of the wand flickered and then went out.

He raised his head and stared at the fourth-year Slytherin in front of him with inquiring eyes.

His silver-gray eyes looked particularly bright under the dim light of the library.

It even seemed to flash a golden light looming.

Scorpius shut up.

He straightened his back, sat upright, and said very seriously: "It's not what you think."

"...I just said it so casually, and you just listened to it like that?"

"...Forget it, you should act as if you didn't hear anything."

"... Please take a look at the paper and see if there are any typos, wrong sentences, or theoretical errors, such as whether werewolves walk upright or on all fours..."

"... Forget it, you can do whatever you want, but don't look at me anyway."

"...please, Draco, turn your face away."