[HP] Noble

Prince Slytherin leaned lazily on the sofa, raised his eyebrows gracefully, and his slender fingertips gently wrapped around the tie on the bathrobe around his waist.Putting down the hot tea in his hand with a calm face, he smiled mockingly at the large group of people cheering at the door, and asked lightly: "What are you going to do?"

"..." Scorpius was stunned and stammered, "You, why are you here!"

"This is my bedroom, of course I'm here." Draco frowned disapprovingly.

"Why do you look like this!"

"It's unreasonable, boy." The platinum nobleman said indulgently, "...do I have horns on my head?"

"Aren't the long horns good-looking?" Among the crowd, Zhulong asked blankly.Hearing the letter, he was speechless, and stomped on him hard.He groaned in pain, and looked at his lover complainingly, "I have horns, am I not good-looking?"

"It's terribly beautiful." Scorpius replied for Wenxin.

Under Wen Xin's helpless gaze, the tall man nodded in satisfaction. He pushed aside the crowd, walked into the room with an arrogant attitude, and finally stopped in front of the equally elegant and arrogant Draco. Head, as if looking at something, carefully studied the senior Slytherin from beginning to end.

Draco also looked back with a calm gaze - the film on his eyes had disappeared at some point, and now, they turned back to the same beautiful silver gray as before.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and just when Scorpius thought Draco was about to draw his wand, they peacefully looked away at the same time.Turning his head, Zhulong said to everyone at the door with a fresh tone of appraising antiques: "This guy's identity is a bit interesting, I smell the same kind of breath."

"Same kind?" Obviously understood Candle Dragon's Chinese, Draco sat up straighter, and asked Scorpius in English, "Is he a magical creature? There are also Chinese?"

"He is an animal, not a magical creature in the traditional sense." Wen Xin said dryly.

Draco was silent, looking clearly not ready to believe that there were animals in the world that could have a normal human appearance.Until Scorpius nodded and admitted Wenxin's statement, then he told Draco that in China, if animals live for hundreds of thousands of years, they have the opportunity to transform into humans under certain circumstances.

"Don't lie, boy." Draco only took a few seconds to consider Scorpius' words, and soon he caught the loophole in the fourth-year Slytherin's words, "Usually animals only live a few decades, they It is impossible to live hundreds of years to wait for a so-called 'chance'."

"He practiced and practiced magic." Scorpius said awkwardly, looking at Draco's face with disapproval, and finally said nonsense, "He is a vegetarian, so he has lived for so many years."

Wen Xin: "..."

Draco: "...is that so?"

Scorpius: "...well, that's right."

Zhulong: "Little devil, what are you talking about? Wenxin—what is he talking about?"

Wen Xin: "I'm praising you."

Zhulong smiled contemptuously. He said that he was not so easy to fool: "Do you think I will believe it?"

The young priest flicked his robe, and said disapprovingly: "If you don't believe it, you have to believe it. If you have the ability, learn English by yourself."

Next, Scorpius deeply found it difficult to explain the fairy things in China to a person who has accepted Western magic since childhood. They follow the rules and firmly believe that one thing is changed from another, but no matter how they change, Things will not change their own nature - this is doomed to them not to believe that in addition to Jesus and the Creator, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother live in the sky (...).

However, it is obviously too simple to explain to Zhulong how magical creatures come from - this is not because he is too smart, but this matter is obviously also recorded in his "to do in the future" diary Basically... because when Scorpius awkwardly organized his words to talk to him about how noble witches in the last century did things like that with magical animals with magical powers, the old evildoer stretched out his hand knowingly Touched Wenxin's belly.

Was unceremoniously slapped hard.

Zhulong withdrew his hand resentfully, thought for a while, and took out a pill from his belt.

He put the elixir on the table and gently pushed it with his hands—the elixir seemed to be affected by some invisible force, and rolled towards Draco along a straight trajectory, and finally, it was exactly the same in the upper class. Slytherin's hand stopped.

"Here, here you are." Zhulong said generously, "It's from the Taishang Laojun's stove, eat it, it's a big tonic."

Scorpius: "..."

Wen Xin: "..."

Suddenly, he remembered the way this guy pulled the dragon egg under Potter's stomach two years ago.

And obviously, Master Malfoy did not disappoint anyone present, he lowered his eyes, glanced lightly at the round pill parked in his hand, and picked it up without hesitation.

"Eat it," Zhulong urged lovingly, and poked Scorpius' waist by the way, "here, tell him, it's not bitter."

...That's not the point at all, alright, my God.Scorpius' eyelids trembled, trying to remind Draco that it's best not to eat during the "full moon period", but after struggling to form his words for a while, he found it difficult for him to try to order a Malfoy.

So he gave up.

At the same time as he gave up, Draco swallowed the supposedly nourishing thing without hesitation.

This time, even hearing the letter showed a slightly surprised expression.

Zhulong looked very proud.

Draco sat silently on the sofa.

The atmosphere is weird.

Scorpius couldn't accept the strong local atmosphere of "meeting a confidant in a foreign land" floating in the air.

Until Draco frowned slightly, let out a muffled groan, and fell back on the sofa again.This time, his movements didn't look so easy, as if something was pulling him invisible, and his nightgown became a little messy because of this-Draco saw a scene that he had never seen before .

It was like a dream, messy and dark.It was as if he had fallen into a Pensieve, and everything around him disappeared.Hogwarts, the prefect’s dormitory, the fireplace, and Scorpius’ anxious face walking over quickly—everything was far away, as if he had fallen into a memory that had been hidden deep in his mind for a long time— Oh no, as he thought at first, this was more like a dream.

It was night and there was light snow in the sky, just like the weather at Hogwarts outside the window today.There are many people around, they all hold torches, and the flames make their faces flickering. Those people are dressed in Muggle clothes, discussing together, and they use the ancient Latin language that has been discarded a long time ago. , Draco tried hard to distinguish, but could only understand a few fragmented words.

witch.

kill.

Draco closed his eyes, an inexplicable despair welled up in his heart—he knew clearly that it was not his emotion, but it really affected him—he seemed to be back in the situation facing hundreds of people at the same time. The feeling of being a dementor, despair, darkness, the blood in the body seems to be frozen at this moment.

The dream became clearer, and this time, he finally passed through the crowd and saw the scene in the center of the crowd—to Draco's surprise, it was a girl with the same platinum-blonde hair color as him.

She knelt in the middle of the crowd -- oh, that was a small island in the middle of a lake.The girl has a pale face, a small bridge of nose, and that delicate face all show that she is definitely a Malfoy.Because her hair was as soft as Draco's, and even when she was embarrassed, her tight red lips still outlined a frighteningly familiar pride - all of which Draco could see in the mirror every morning.The girl's hair hung down to her waist, but because of some previous encounters, they were dirty and messy, covered with muddy water, and the black muddy water dragged a long muddy mark from the tip of her hair, staining the white hair on her body. skirt.

Draco looked at it quietly for a while, and then his silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly.

He saw blood between the girl's legs.

Yes, blood.

The blood and mud were mixed together, and Draco would hardly have noticed if they hadn't left along the girl's white legs and stained her socks.

At this time, Draco heard another very familiar Latin word.

Dragon.

Before they had time to think about it, the crowd suddenly moved—their voices became louder and their speech speed became faster. They laughed ferociously, and threw the torches in their hands at the girl in the center of the lake—some of them smashed It was off, thrown into the lake, and soon extinguished.But more torches fell on the girl accurately, and the despair in the girl's heart was completely transmitted to Draco's body. He arched his body slightly, and it was almost difficult to breathe with depression.

The hatred, fear, and despair in the girl's heart drowned him like a cold lake.

The pure white skirt burned from the hem, and the expensive fabric seemed to be extremely easy to burn. The flames strung up suddenly, and the burning pain caused the girl to scream in pain. She began to cry, curling up in pain like a child, and at the same time Something was repeated in ancient and complex Latin—it was probably a spell...at least the melody was very familiar.

Draco thought vaguely, an ancient life spell left by bards.

Tear--

The clear sound of fabric tearing rang in my ears.

Different from dreams, three-dimensional and clear.

Draco felt something break out of his body.

Scorpius withdrew his blood-stained hands and stood by the sofa blankly.The black eyes stared almost unblinkingly at Draco, who was on the sofa with his eyes closed, his face pale and unconscious.

At this moment, Prince Slytherin's bathrobe was torn again.

A pair of bone wings stretched out from behind him, and the viscous liquid with blood wrapped the wings—under the gaze of everyone, it slowly stretched out from the curled up state.From being fragile and transparent at the beginning, it became strong over time, with clear blue blood vessels covering the places connecting the bone wings.

After about 1 minute, it finished fully unfolding.

It moved slightly.

Then, he slapped the fan vigorously.

Full of strong vitality—