[HP] Noble

Unexpectedly, Draco was very cooperative this time. After he took a deep look at Scorpius, he actually looked away. The repair spell took effect, and the soft red light reappeared on Prince Slytherin's face. The tip of the wand lights up.Scorpius stared almost obsessively at the piece of parchment that was originally damaged and became brand new and smooth under the young man's hands.

"It's almost like magic," he marveled.

Draco rolled his eyelids helplessly, and replied in a low voice: "This is magic, otherwise what do you think I'm doing?"

Scorpius knew that he had said something wrong, so he shut up obediently, but made a vague and perfunctory faltering sound from his throat.This strange sound was exchanged for Prince Slytherin's lazy glance, his silver-gray eyes moved slightly, and he picked up the parchment in front of him. Draco glanced at the contents of the parchment several times, with ease. A few grammatical errors, a few misspelled words, and a few common sense errors—

"I do remember that you have a good relationship with Lupin, and you don't seem to object to staying with him. Why do you still think that werewolves usually have thick hair?"

"..." Scorpius opened his mouth and wanted to say that he lost his memory, but then realized that the reason for today had already been used, so he pondered for a moment, and said seriously, "Probably because he hasn't shaved in front of me, So I don't know if he wakes up every morning to—"

Draco's casual stare made him honestly shut up immediately.

He sat up straight, rubbing his temples while the senior Slytherin lowered his head to read the paper again... Recently, the incense on the senior Slytherin seemed to have changed, whenever the two of them got together When he was very close, Scorpius always felt that his brain hurt-the first time or two he could barely think that it was because he was always fighting with Draco and overusing his brain, but three times After two headaches, he finally remembered what it smelled like.

He'd smelled it in Draco's bedroom.

...In other words, this pervert used the bones of witches as incense.

Scorpius thought he might be allergic to this kind of bone incense - after being too intimate with Draco in Dumbledore's office that day, he had a whole night of headaches, and it was full of strange dreams, the contents of which were messed up, But very bloody.Later, he couldn't take it anymore and went to the library to check, but found no relevant information at all, so he believed that even in foreign countries, there were probably such things as "folk remedies". I don’t know, and I’m not ashamed to open my mouth to ask——

If you ask some embarrassing answers, it would be bad, wouldn't it, hehehe.

The fourth-year Slytherin looked at the ceiling and rubbed his nose.

"Well, if you insist on continuing to blame the thesis that took me three days to scrape—"

"You asked for it yourself." Draco raised the corner of his mouth, with unknown deep meaning in his eyes.

Scorpius was taken aback, put his hand off his nose, blinked and asked blankly, "What am I asking for?"

Draco's next answer made him want to either smoke himself or die with their great Slytherin leader.

He could only hear the proud and deep voice slowly ringing in his ears——

"What you said, I will find typos for you, correct wrong sentences, and correct theoretical mistakes about werewolves. In short, I can do anything, as long as I don't look at you."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "So I did as you said."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "Did anyone tell you that when you're nervous or shy, you become very talkative and stammer?"

Scorpius: "..."

Kindly ignoring Scorpius' face that was more tangled than swallowing dung, Draco lowered his head again, and slowly moved his wand on the parchment full of dog crawling words. Where the tip passed, some words were changed, some phrases were swapped into the correct order, and some sentences disappeared completely after a flash before new sentences reappeared on the parchment.

"I've never written such ugly words in my life."

After successfully completing all the normal study procedures, Prince Slytherin commented calmly.

…Anyway, since he was an elegant Slytherin anyway, Scorpius gritted his teeth and said "thank you".

Draco then seemed in a good mood and invited Scorpius for a walk.

Although I don't know what is worth taking a walk in the snowy day when you can't pull it out, but at the critical moment, the thought demon of "you must get close to Prince Slytherin" in Scorpius' brain came out to cause trouble. He accepted the invitation for a walk without hesitation, and followed all the way to the gate of the castle.

When the first gust of icy wind cut across his face like knives, Scorpius woke up and regretted it.

The outside of the castle was a vast expanse of white, covered in silver, and the statues in the atrium were covered with more than half of the snow, and it was almost impossible to see the original.It was probably because of the new snow that fell in the afternoon. There were no messy footprints of the restless stupid lions on the snow.The snow was deep--even the house-elves were getting lazy in this weather, and after the last lesson they didn't even bother to come out and sweep the snow that had piled up to the second step.

Scorpius wrapped his cloak tightly. He raised his head and found that Dracotra had put on the cloak, and put on the hat that both touched. The hat was very thick. From the perspective of Scorpius, it was almost Covering half of Draco's face, only a thin and pale jaw, thin and beautifully shaped lips, and a high and perfect nose bridge were exposed...

Scorpius didn't realize that he had already used all the words "as long as he knows", "the few" and "that can be used to praise human beings".

That's almost enough to compliment the sheen of Draco's fur (…).

He followed Slytherin, walking deep and shallow. After walking about 100 meters with difficulty, he cleverly found a solution——

So a strange scene appeared in the atrium.

A tall, thin figure walked silently ahead.

A lively figure jumped up behind him, like a jumping carrot, he put all his attention on his feet, and followed the snow pit stepped on by the person in front without missing a step.

Two people, two rows of footprints at the beginning, turned into a neat row at the end.

They walked like this until they reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, when Draco finally stopped.

The Forbidden Forest is extremely quiet, probably because some magical animals hibernate completely in winter, only a few crows are left noisy on the branches, those crows are calling back and forth, and they stick their heads out to look at the tree standing under the tree. The two Slytherins.

"This feels kind of weird," Scorpius muttered as he walked over to Draco, "I think the crows are laughing at us."

For the first time, Draco didn't tell him to go back to fairy tales.

Instead, he asked solemnly: "Have you heard of magpie poetry?"

"That... I heard from my dad." Scorpius shrugged, "The pure version is 'always for sadness, two for joy, three for girls, four for boys'—"

"Always represent sadness, two represent joy, three represent death, four represent birth, five represent heaven, six represent hell, and seven are cursed by witches." Draco said in a low and slow voice.

"Well, this is the favorite version of the children of the dark wizard's family." Scorpius shrugged, "I have never understood what these mean."

Draco smiled: "The children of the dark wizard family have their own special language for communication, and as we grow up, those languages ​​​​will be gradually forgotten by us-it seems to be an innate ability. , and was taken back by Merlin——I have almost forgotten most of them."

Scorpius stared at him, not knowing what he was trying to say.

"Follow your feelings at the critical moment. Even if others don't understand what you say, they will definitely understand it. Remember these, this is a gift from Merlin's partiality to the dark wizard family, and they can save lives." Draco lowered his eyes and thought for a while. He took two steps and stopped under a tree where four crows were standing. He looked up and then gently raised his wand.

"Crawenen."

He turned around and raised his chin. Scorpius immediately understood, pointed to himself, and followed suit.

After chanting the spell, there was almost a century of silence.When Scorpius almost thought he had failed, the originally noisy crowing turned into a goosebumps whisper——

[They are looking at us. 】

[This group of damned humans are uneasy and kind. 】

[We have to be careful, they look the same as that young man with black hair...] [Oh shut up, karma!I don’t want to hear you mention it again…]

……

[They went and never came back. 】

[No mercy, brother, they're white. 】

【Quack quack, isn't it? When did we get along with the pigeons? 】【Shut up, shut up, idiot, we and those fat white people belonged to the same family 800 years ago! 】Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "Did you hear that?"

Scorpius: "I heard it, and I want to tell them that as a bird, even if they are crows, they don't have to be so mean."

Draco smiled.

Scorpius felt pain for a while: "I'm not sure if I want to hear these crows gossip endlessly in my ears for the rest of my life."

"Not forever." Draco shrugged. "Only for a while, in your case, about 15 minutes?"

"What about you?"

"24 hours."

Scorpius felt offended.

They are only two grades apart!

Seeming to see through what Scorpius was thinking, Draco smiled tolerantly, and comforted him: "There must be some differences in magical creatures. This spell itself comes from the blood of dragons, and this has nothing to do with the size of the magic power." In fact, It's still a little bit, but it's under the same horizontal contrast of bloodlines.

【They are discussing us...】

[That damned human actually said that we gossip, gah, aren’t crows just for gossip, gah! 】【I want to peck its eyes blind, and use his black eyeballs as gifts for my wife's feet, quack quack! 】【Be careful, idiot, the blood of the golden retriever next to it is not so clean! ] "..."

Unclean lineage?Scorpius glanced at the expressionless platinum nobles beside him, and suddenly felt that the group of crows had eaten the courage of ambitious leopards.

"Don't pay attention to what they say." Draco seemed to be used to this, he said slightly contemptuously, "What do a group of black-haired beasts know? Maybe if someone's blood is mixed with crow blood, they will think that person It's priceless."

[Having crow bloodlines must be invaluable, so there is no doubt about it, karma! 】【Why do we have to stay here?I'm hungry! 】

[Wait a little longer, idiot, wait a little longer!That spider is not dead yet! 】

【Have those three brats been bitten to death?Ga, maybe that would serve as an appetizer! 】【The big silly hat took them in, how could they die?Karma!Those stupid idiots, they almost consider the Forbidden Forest their own territory, karma! 】Scorpius said confusedly: "Big man, silly hat? Three people?"

Draco frowned.

Scorpius: "The trio of saviors entered the Forbidden Forest?"

[They went to Aragog's funeral, stupid boy!Ga! 】

"You're stupid, black hair." Scorpius countered impatiently.

[Stupid boy! 】

"Stupid bird."

[Stupid boy! 】

"Stupid bird!"

Draco: "Is it fun to argue with the crow?"

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "I have mastered this spell for more than ten years, but I never thought of using it to quarrel with crows."

"...No." Scorpius smirked, "I'm friendly."

After finishing speaking, the fourth-year Slytherin bent slightly, swiped his right hand lightly, and made a please finger in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

"Let's go, let's go and see what has happened to our savior."