[HP] Noble

"Is there someone with good intentions to remind him, don't use the text when he gets angry, because I'm afraid no one can understand it except me."

Draco lazily looked back from the door of the auditorium that was slammed shut, and he picked up the cloak left by Scorpius. On the heavy cloak, a cold touch suddenly caught the Slytherin prince's attention. He lowered his head to search, and as expected, he found a beautifully crafted brooch in the shape of a silver snake in an inconspicuous corner of the cloak.

It looks like it's aged - it even has a few scratches from a lot of use.

Cursing the corners of his lips slightly, Draco pulled out his wand, and was thinking about what kind of spell he could use to repair it, when suddenly something sounded, he seemed to dismiss the idea, just used a warming spell and put The wand was retracted, a fourth-year Slytherin was called, and the cloak was handed over to him.

"Send this to your boss, it's snowing outside," he said flatly.After the fourth-year Slytherin chased him out, Draco lowered his head as if nothing had been let go, and continued to read the newspaper in his hand. It seemed that he had a crush on the cat deodorant advertisement on the last page. a strong interest.

"It's okay, Draco, because he's just mad at you—oh, you guys, are you arguing?" Pansy's terrified voice came from the side when Draco was doing this series of actions. , "My God, you are a sixth grader and a fourth grader, why can you make dating like a child playing house?"

"Actually we are more serious than you think, Pansy," Draco rummaged through Scorpius' bag, took out a quill and a piece of parchment, and began to compare the advertisements in the newspaper The order transcribed the relevant information, and said without looking up, "Just now we seriously discussed the feasibility of marriage, did you find it?"

"You guys call attacking each other 'discussion', don't you?" Daphne laughed so hard that she couldn't lift her fork, "I'd like to call Scorpius back and ask him to pronounce 'Astoria' again in Chinese, it sounds like Seems pretty good."

"Don't be so childish, Draco," Pansy said reproachfully.

"Never taken it that seriously, Pansy," replied the Prince Slytherin in a languid drawl.

"How do you pronounce 'Daphne' in Chinese, Draco?"

"...shut up, Daphne." The dark-haired Slytherin rolled her eyes forcefully at her friend, which made Daphne happy again, and her mouth closed from ear to ear again.

"Don't be so nervous, Pansy, we can take our time." Draco put down the quill in his hand, and said a little more seriously, "Normal people will not easily use Slytherin's routines to study their love relationship , so we don’t have to be so sensitive.”

"Sorry?!" Pansy asked, raising her voice in disbelief, "You and Scorpius, who of you is not a Slytherin?"

"We all are, but he has never been in a messy relationship." Draco replied, "Perhaps you will be pleasantly surprised to find that in Scorpius' eyes, all Slytherin partners are normal romantic relationships , they should all go out as soul mates at the Ministry of Magic rank even after seventh year."

"...I'm afraid even Gryffindor wouldn't believe this statement." Pansy was speechless.

"I don't care what those stupid lions think," Draco raised his eyebrows, and said triumphantly, "It's enough to make sure that Mr. Scorpigret thinks so."

"Where do you have the confidence that the whole Slytherin is like this in Scorpius' eyes?" Pansy asked helplessly, smacking his lips.

Prince Slytherin frowned, and said flatly: "I'm sure, because I presented him with such a Slytherin."

"Write it down, Daphne." Pansy nudged his female companion and said blankly, "This is the biggest conspiracy I've ever heard since going to Hogwarts, and it's also the most touching conspiracy I've ever heard in my life." love story."

Draco smirked at Pansy.

"You weren't that romantic when we were together," Pansy said. "We were in third grade, and you were ready to turn little Gretel into a Malfoy? From the first look." ?…It's unbelievable, Draco, what inspired you to make such an attempt on a first-year child?"

"...Probably because he thinks 'Malfoy' must be matched with 'Scorpius', remember, Pansy," Daphne brushed her hair, "That was originally the name that Master Malfoy had prepared for his son .”

"Oh, really," said the brunette Slytherin sweetly.

"——I'm sorry to disturb your harmonious atmosphere," Zabini who had been sitting silently at the side said suddenly, "but I'm afraid that Draco didn't have such an idea at the beginning. Deep in my memory, I vividly remember that in the Slytherin common room, around the fire, you took turns explaining to Scorpius these... little rules about Slytherin."

Pansy: "Said?"

Zabini: "Say it."

Draco: "How can you remember so clearly, Blaise, you remember wrong."

Zabini: "I remember correctly. That night, Professor Black broke through Ron Weasley's tent and broke into Hogwarts. What a memorable day."

Draco: "..."

Pansy: "..."

Daphne: "..."

Draco completely put down what he was doing, and straightened up a little: "What did we say?"

Zabini: "If you know everything, you can say everything."

Pencey: "Simply 'bad'?"

Daphne nodded with a smile: "After you said that, I remembered it too. I even remembered even worse details. Do you want to listen, Draco?"

"As if it could get any worse." Draco nodded. "Please, ma'am."

"I remember when you turned your head and asked Astoria about it - when Pansy was talking about her fiancé," Daphne said. So jealous as hell."

"I actually asked Astoria?" Draco frowned slightly thoughtfully, "Why would I ask her?"

"Probably because she was squatting next to you and reading her stupid "Advanced Potions Dictionary" and you had some incredible resonance-although it was obviously your illusion. To be honest, I didn't I found out how talented she is in potions, she's the one who really wanted a copy of "The Encyclopedia of Household Magic." Daphne said meanly, and as she spoke, the blonde girl paused, then turned to Della Coe, "You look like you're in trouble, don't you, Draco?"

"Precise." Draco curled his lips mockingly, "I even wanted to kill Potter, because he smashed all the time-turners in the Ministry of Magic."

……

At this moment, Mr. Scorpigret was sitting in the warm potions laboratory, beside him was a huge cauldron, with pink bubbles gurgling inside.With Potter and Hermione arguing in low voices, Scorpius closed his cloak and fiddled with the brooch on the cloak absently with his fingertips.

After thinking about it, he took out an unopened letter from his pocket.

The scepter mark on the envelope unabashedly indicated that it came from somewhere in the far north of Germany that was covered in perennial snow and ice.Scorpius thought for a while, took the silver knife on the table, and slowly opened the envelope along the side——Dear Scorpius:

Spread the letter good.

I hope you are doing as well at Hogwarts as you were at Durmstrang.

First of all, I have to express my sincere apologies for forcing you to come to Germany and tampering with your memory.Obviously, I wanted you (no doubt about it and I'm not trying to hide it), I thought I'd thought it through enough to keep you after such a risky situation, but it turned out I was wrong of.

After a year, I realized my mistake. When I found that I couldn't calmly raise the wand and regularly revise and consolidate the false memory I created for you, I also realized that it's time to face the reality, so When Hogwarts started this year, I searched for a reason without hesitation and sent you back to England.

In the beginning, my teacher didn't approve of me doing this, but in the end he gave me a lot of freedom to deal with my own affairs, for which I am very grateful to him.The teacher once advised me that people should not lie. A lie needs countless other lies to support it. I didn’t take it seriously before, but now I finally understand this truth. The teacher is right. I can’t live in a false lie forever middle.

As I got deeper and deeper into those happy days, I became more and more numb, I knew it wasn't real, and I was afraid that one day I would lose it all.So in the end I chose to back down, with a glimmer of hope in my heart that after everything returns to zero, I will stay down-to-earth and truly keep you in Germany forever.

In the end, amazed how quickly you can recover your memory, it is clear that there is someone around you who is into this.

Miss you a lot.

Renault Dilgar Brest -