[HP] Noble

"...Hi, Scorpius?"

A stammering voice sounded behind the angry Scorpius.Slytherin froze for a moment, then looked back and found that it was Neville Longbottom.The latter obviously happened to have just come out of the potions laboratory and passed by here, and then it was even more unfortunate to witness Scorpius jumping into a rage against a piece of armor for no reason.

"Longbottom?" Scorpius blinked, "What are you doing here, have you been kicked out by Hermione?"

Neville: "No..."

"It's good to get out, lest Hermione can't help but commit murder." Scorpius said almost coldly, "Your potion has to be remade, isn't it? Hermione's going to go crazy—no matter what you're going to use that potion for, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait another month, obviously, it's all thanks to you—"

"No, no, Scorpius!" Neville was terrified, not understanding why he was standing here under attack, "We didn't fail—the frog's brain just made up for some of the shortcomings, aren't we lucky?! (A slightly excited smile appeared on Neville's face, which made the freckles on his face more obvious) Professor Snape just told us that if we want to solve the problem of the conflict between the CHR composition and the CNR structure, we must learn from Goba Lotter's second law is called the theoretical start—”

Scorpius: "..."

Neville: "But we didn't expect that the key to solving the problem is a little frog brain!!!"

Scorpius: "..."

"Hermione is going to love me to death!"

Scorpius: "?!..."

"Oh, of course, you know I don't mean that, don't tell people this, George will kill me," said quickly, "but we're going to make it, Scorpius, thank you! Oh, now I'm going to find Professor Slughorn is here, ask him for a little more dragon's blood - see you later, Scorpius!"

Scorpius nodded numbly: "Go, goodbye."

The fourth-year Slytherin stood in the wind and watched the sixth-year Gryffindor leave, until the chubby body of the other party completely disappeared behind the corner of the corridor...

"...Listen, Mr. Armor." Scorpius put his hands in his pockets, and turned to the tattered armor with a wooden face, "Even Neville can make potions, why the hell do I have to lose love?―― "

"—Oh, obviously, because there is no logic in it, sir." Squeezing his throat, he once again answered his own question pretending to be Mr. Armor.

……

For the next few days, Scorpius felt like he was going crazy.

If it weren't for people constantly provoking him, he almost thought that he would become a walking dead—as if he didn't get enough sleep, he became more and more attached to his bed.And besides going to class and sleeping every day, he hardly does anything else, he doesn't even go to the auditorium, and three meals are completely settled in the dormitory.Renault's letter had already arrived, and he didn't even have the desire to open it for a look. He didn't chat with anyone, and he didn't go to the library. He kept his eyes on the common room every day and went all the way to his dormitory. Resolutely don't look and listen indiscriminately.

He managed to live without Draco for a few days.

I am very grateful for Astoria's timely disappearance. If she is still surrounded by Prince Slytherin like a fly at this time, Scorpius thinks that he may have set fire to the entire Hogwarts on impulse.

...just talking, in fact, he didn't feel anything at all.

His reaction was completely delayed by half a beat, and all the functions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy seemed to be broken.

This state lasted for four full days.On the fourth day, in the morning, he passed by the platinum noble who was obviously waiting for someone at the door of the Slytherin common room.At noon, he didn't hesitate to beat a Ravenclaw who came up with a smile and asked him if he could pursue Draco again into a plague chicken.

"I've used it before, even if I don't want it, I won't let you use it." He said blankly, "Get lost."

That Ravenclaw obediently rolled over to Madam Pomfrey.

The price is that Scorpius will definitely lose the next week's "Hogwarts School Magazine's Best Temperament Award", and he will be severely deducted [-] points by Professor McGonagall who is passing by.

thirty marks.

He had been at Hogwarts for four years and hadn't scored a few thirty points in total.

Logically, Scorpius thought he should feel terrified.

Surprisingly, he didn't.

He just yawned on the spot, thinking that he should go to the dormitory to sleep.

It was at this time that Scorpius suddenly felt something was wrong.

A small, guilty idea gradually grew from the bottom of my heart, sprouted, and grew. When it became a towering tree, there was a huge voice in Scorpius's heart shouting--I am afraid Draco is right, boy, you Something is really not right.

What's wrong?The fourth-year Slytherin stood in the crowded and noisy corridor and thought about it carefully, then he pursed his lips, and was not very happy to find that his situation started from the day he recovered his memory - the beginning was very small and almost impossible Symptoms he noticed—he found that he could cut off the head of a live frog without changing his face, and then the blood man Baru whom he had always kept a respectful distance from. Ann—he even wanted to ride on that slimy giant squid and go diving.

This is too abnormal, no, don't say it's a coincidence, even Longbottom wouldn't believe it.Scorpius thought vaguely, I'm like, like...

Completely lost the ability to fear.

……

No, not just fear.

He is gradually losing all senses.

This realization was enough to make one's whole body cold - at this moment, Scorpius felt as if he had just come out of a winter swim in a black lake.

Black eyes blinked, and the fourth-year Slytherins looked as if they were about to fall asleep standing up in the hallway.Standing in the crowd and watching everything that happened in silence, the platinum noble frowned slightly. He raised his perfectly curved and slender chin. A fourth-year boy walked out of a group of Slytherins behind him.

Under Draco's gesture, the fourth-year Slytherin boy obediently stepped forward to support Scorpius.But he was gently pushed away by Scorpius, and the next second, to everyone's surprise, Scorpius walked towards them for the first time.

Draco stood where he was, his silver-gray eyes stared at him all the time, but he didn't show much emotion.

Until Scorpius stood still in front of Pansy, and patted the black-haired Slytherin girl who was looking at him worriedly, he smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "Hey, Pansy, I I figured out something in a few days."

Pansy blinked.

"Next time Alpha asks you to drink water, maybe you shouldn't beat him up. If you have a cold, you need to drink more water."

Leaving behind such an inexplicable sentence and the confused Pansy, the fourth-year Slytherin turned around and walked away—he did not go back to the Slytherin cellar, but to Dumbledore’s office—