[HP] Noble

Dear Renault:

Spread the letter good.

Life at Hogwarts is very happy, everything is the same as it was when I didn't leave.It's just that during the time I'm away, my family is very worried, and this will bring me trouble. If you can, I hope you will invite me openly next time, instead of covering my mouth and making me almost die, Then took me roughly with a portkey.

Oh, yes, I accept your apology, it's not a big deal, after all, you didn't do anything excessive in this year in Germany, and I did learn a lot of knowledge-and in my opinion Well, a lie that does no actual harm is actually not so unforgivable.

This is obviously not the focus of our attention.If my guess is correct, this letter probably didn’t fly across the sea from England to faraway Germany, I’m afraid it took less than two hours for me to send it out and start reaching your hands—— I think you can see what I mean, I thought I hid it well, I didn't even tell anyone that I remembered everything, I had my concerns, and I'm surprised how you knew in the first place I regained memory of things.

If being too quick to get on the news hasn't given you away, I thought I should remind you, my friend, that you graduated from Durmstrang this year, and on the envelope you sent me I saw Its scepter pattern - if you want to pretend that the letter is from Germany, maybe you should use the family crest instead of Durmstrang's special crest.

Also: Rachel is very cute, he is already what a second grader should be.So, who did you play this time?Why go back to Hogwarts?what is your purpose?

If you are still a friend, I think you are willing to tell me everything.

Scorpigret

While Hermione was instructing Longbottom to stir those strange-smelling potions, Scorpius found another dilapidated table and hurriedly wrote a reply.After sealing the envelope and stuffing it into the schoolbag, the fourth-year Slytherin thought for a while, then took out a talisman from the dragon leather pocket on his waist, held it between his fingertips and shook it lightly, the yellow-white flame ignited, and he Throwing Lei Nuo's letter into the long-abandoned crucible in front of him, he absently threw the talisman in his hand into it.

The flames devoured the parchment with shallow creases little by little, and the flickering flames almost fascinated him.

Draco is right, Scorpius' ability to perceive is definitely a specialty he is proud of - and usually this may have caused him a lot of trouble, such as from the first day of school From day one, he felt that someone was secretly watching him—often this feeling was very strong, and he could even feel the ambition and possessiveness in that person's eyes, but whenever he turned his head, those eyes It will immediately disappear without a trace, as if it never existed.

That person may not be malicious, but the feeling of being secretly noticed is uncomfortable, even creepy.

Because of doubts, after gradually recovering his memory, Scorpius took the initiative to approach Rachel several times, but regretfully found that the other party was really the real second son of the Dilja Brest family——Scorpius used Watched everyone in Slytherin for a long time, but found nothing.

For a while, he even wondered if this was his illusion.

Renault's letter denied him this idea.

Obviously, now the German man has returned to his side - in another capacity.

Scorpius frowned deeper, at this moment, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder lightly from behind.

"Hey?" a cautious voice said, "Why did you burn these letters?"

It was Neville Longbottom.This slightly overweight Gryffindor dared not look him in the eye every time he talked to him—and this was already an improvement. Two weeks ago, Neville didn't even dare to tell Scorpius the first half of the time. Words, every time he tried to speak, he almost seemed to choke himself to death with his saliva.

"..." Scorpius was very speechless. For a moment, he wanted to remind Neville that he was already a sixth grader, and he was only a fourth grader. If he wanted to show fear and respect, it was he who asked Gryffin more (although this is absolutely impossible), rather than the other way around as it is now.

"I put away every letter from my grandma," said Neville, blushing and wringing his fingers. "It's in a tin box—oh, and I'll take it out every now and then."

Scorpius: "..."

Neville's eyes widened. "Why did you burn those letters?"

Scorpius: "Because there are some secrets to keep, and the only way to keep it is to destroy it before a third person sees it."

Neville: "..."

Scorpius: "..."

Sighing, the fourth grade Slytherin said helplessly, "Your expression seems to be accusing me of scaring you."

"No, no!" Neville stammered, "I just think, maybe what you said makes sense." After finishing speaking, he swallowed hard, and stared at Scorpius again. I've seen it on the faces of first-year students...well, for example, when they face Professor Snape, they are both afraid and want to please.

"Neville!" Hermione's impatient voice saved the embarrassment, "If you can't solve the problem, all our hard work this month will be in vain!"

"Okay, okay! Hermione!" Neville seemed to be taken aback. He scratched his head, and took out a crumpled note from his robe pocket, which contained Hermione's notes. It was obviously another piece of paper. Pile up new questions, Scorpius finally looked at it, and this time the questions were very deep, and he couldn't answer any of them, so he took the note and put it in his pocket.

"Why didn't you see Weasley today?" He tried to talk to Neville.

The sixth-year Gryffindor obviously didn't expect that he would also need to be a chatterbox after handing over the note. After shaking his head in horror, he quickly returned to Harry with a green face.The savior, who was carefully dripping armadillo bile into the pot of potion, glanced up at Scorpius and said lazily, "You scared Neville."

Yes, that's accurate, Potter.I have eight fucking legs and four pairs of wings to make him look like this even at a glance.Scorpius rolled his eyes.

"Ron's gone home," said Hermione, without looking up from the Gryffindor girl, as she dug a thick old potions book out of her pile.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows in surprise——

"Don't make that look, Gretel. Mrs. Weasley took him home this morning when Ron said he was pins and needles from head to toe in every pore - and he still Will be back, didn't run away like a coward," said Harry grumpily.

"I haven't said anything, you are so sensitive..." Scorpius showed a pause, and then his expression became subtle: "You said he was in pain all over?"

"It's like a needle prick, only a soak in the tub will make it better - I think it has something to do with the box of biscuits he ate last night - although Bee later said that it was his mother's own biscuits Absolutely no other questions."

Scorpius blinked and said meaningfully, "Oh."

"What do you want to express?" Harry put down his work and stared at Scorpius warily. "You sound like you know something."

"I don't know anything." Scorpius shrugged, showing a nasty smile, "I just feel that your little Ron has developed-although it's a bit late, but it's worth celebrating. Why, you didn't give him a step?" Do you want to enter the adult sugar party?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Harry muttered back to his work, as Neville reminded him that the colors in the cauldron were just right for them to stir thirty times clockwise.Scorpius moved a chair and sat by the side to watch for a while, watching the messy ingredients they put into the cauldron - and dragon blood - which can be used in almost every step, and the precious potion ingredients are here The effect in the secondary potion is almost as frequently used as a catalyst.

They don't seem to have a proper guide for making it, each step is a different step for a different potion as a reference - it looks like they are making a compound potion, and this potion they have been making for a whole month, a month Since then, the fire under the cauldron has never even been extinguished.

"Are you planning to surpass Professor Snape and become the number one master of potions in the potion world?" The fourth-year Slytherin asked lazily, propping his chin, "It's quite a point to debut as a group." Innovative."

Neville's face was as red as if it had been pulled out of the blood-red cauldron, while Harry gave him a painful look and said helplessly, "Shut up, Gretel."

"Aren't you fooling around?" Scorpius asked again. "I never knew a potion would take that long to brew."

Harry snorted coldly: "This is definitely the greatest invention in the world."

"...you know what Potter, that good line is ridiculous coming out of your mouth, you spoiled it."

"..."

Well, this is exasperation.Scorpius pouted and looked at it quietly for a while, feeling a little bored, so he stood up and decided to go to the owl shed to post the letter to Raynor.

When he was about to step out of the potion research room, he was stopped.

The most surprising thing was that it was Neville who stopped him.

"How is Ginny?" the sixth-year Gryffindor boy asked cautiously.

"Not bad." Scorpius replied hesitantly, "She seems to integrate quickly-Slytherin does not regard bullying as a tradition, we only bully Gryffindor."

Neville: "..."

Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his lips: "Do you like Ginny?"

Neville's face was flushed to the ears, and he shook his head so quickly that he almost shook his own head off.

"But Ginny likes Dracoe." Scorpius muttered as if talking to himself.

His voice was small enough for everyone in the room to hear.

Hermione's book slipped from her hand and hit her foot, and she let out a cry of pain, while Harry, who was concentrating on stirring the potion, almost dropped his wand into the cauldron.

Neville slipped his hand and dropped all the fresh frog brains into the cauldron.

The half-brewed potion immediately turned a horrible color.

Hermione screamed and rushed over.

Scorpius closed the door calmly, shutting behind Neville's repeated apologies——