[HP] Noble

During these days, Scorpius thought about his own changes many times.Mood changes, physical changes, and even problems with becoming lethargic. ...He didn't want to admit that he had asked Pansy about the symptoms of a girl's pregnancy. He didn't remember how Pansy answered him later. He only remembered that Pansy was offended and said viciously—"How do I know?" , I haven't been pregnant again, are you pregnant?"

I...of course not.

From that day on, Scorpius began to admire his rich associative ability. By the way, he had a nightmare that night: he rode a Firebolt with a big belly, cold and noble, and was a batter in the Quidditch field (I have never done this in my life. ), Draco with a terrified face (never seen it in this life) rode his little fresh broom to chase after him and escorted him, the Golden Snitch was caught by Potter, and Gryffindor finally had one time in Draco Catching the Snitch while present wins the game.

When it fell to the ground, Mrs. Hodge’s whistle sounded weird, yin and yang fluctuating but unusually three-dimensional (it turned out that it was just the next door talking), facing the Slytherin prince who stumbled towards him, Scorpius hugged his stomach , said with a cold face: "I'm going to give birth."

……

Then Scorpius was successfully woken up by himself, and he didn't fall asleep for the rest of the night-of course he knew that it was impossible for a man to have a child, but after thinking about it, he felt that this matter had happened to Draco , it seems that it has become less absolute again.

This guy never fails to get what he wants.

Walking quickly on the way to the principal's office, the fourth-year Slytherin tugged at his cloak collar again with a cold face, and exhaled a foul breath from his nostrils——If I hadn't been sick, I could have talked to you go to bed?

……

Dumbledore probably returned to Hogwarts in the middle of the night last night, because he didn't see anyone for dinner, but he sat peacefully in the middle of the classroom seat during breakfast this morning. He smiled and looked at his students, It's as if he never left.Hufflepuff's almost empty long table doesn't seem to have any effect on him. The headlines on the front page of the Daily Prophet are digging up his dark history and attacking him personally. He doesn't care. He is inferior to Professor McGonagall. Talking with each other, enjoying your breakfast without fear of the sky falling.

Only the most careful people could notice the trace of fatigue revealed in the blue eyes of the aged wizard.

Of course, there are others who pay more attention. For example, Pan Xi said: "Why do I feel that Dumbledore seems to be out of love?"

In reply, Scorpius choked his own milk up his nostrils.

...When Scorpius pushed open the heavy door of the principal's office, he was still thinking about whether Dumbledore went to Germany to fall in love and relax or to do serious business. Returning his attention, his eyes wandered, and when he finally realized what he had come to do, he found his headmaster sitting behind his desk, fingers crossed, smiling from his Looking at herself lovingly from behind the half-moon eyes.

It was very warm in the office, Scorpius said hello, took off his cloak, and Scorpius, who was hanging it on the hanger, was slightly taken aback, because he found that the silver snake brooch on the cloak was not Know when it's gone.

Did it just get lost during the fight with that Ravenclaw in the hallway?Slightly frowning, suppressing the urge to go out to look for it immediately, Scorpius patted his cloak calmly, turned around and sat opposite Dumbledore - at this moment, a cup of steaming milk tea was ready on the table And some cookies.

Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation, and then patiently watched Scorpius take a sip of milk tea.When the pale face of the fourth grade Slytherin finally recovered a trace of blood, the old headmaster began unhurriedly: "It's impolite to speculate on people's thinking, but I think this time you may Forgive me, Mr. Gretel, but you look restless."

Not only was he restless, Scorpius calmly put down the exquisite cup in his hand. I was going crazy, and I even wanted to burn your school down.He licked his lips, nodded, and shook his head again: "I don't think I'm quite right recently, Professor. Maybe I'm under the influence of some spell..."

Dumbledore opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Scorpius' next sentence. The fourth-year Slytherin lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "I went to see Professor Snape, and he said I didn't eat The wrong thing to eat... and also warned me that it's best to keep it in the future."

Dumbledore smiled again.

He is very happy to teach his students.

"I'm surprised Mr. Malfoy isn't here, Mr. Gretel."

I'm also amazed at your ability to lift whichever pot you can't open, Professor.Scorpius smiled feebly: "Oh, he's very busy, we... just ordinary classmates, why do we have to stay together all the time, and it's not like we can't live without each other."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and immediately realized that he had talked too much.

Especially when seeing Dumbledore's inscrutable expression instantly, Scorpius wanted to slap both of himself, and then jumped up and told his headmaster that he was not here to solve the relationship problem—not to mention Dumbledore. Lido is still a Gryffindor, this is purely a Slytherin problem, you can't ask him to solve it!

Exhaling a heavy breath in his chest, Scorpius said painfully: "Since last month, I feel that I have become a little strange, my emotional expression has become unclear, and then I have lost the sense of fear." Psychology—I can even sneer at the news that the Ministry of Magic is about to send a Death Eater professor, boldly, maybe when the Death Eater walks in front of me, I can say good morning to him."

Obviously, Scorpius' words entertained Dumbledore, and the old headmaster knocked on the desktop with a smile: "Ah, in fact, when I returned to my office this morning, I received a message from Magic on my desktop." This notice from the Ministry, and I will tell you, I have accepted this request from the Ministry."

Scorpius gave his headmaster a surprised look as a compliment.

"Tom wasn't as smart as we thought, and I'm glad he gave up his advantage of being in the dark and was eager to put himself in front of us."

"Oh!" Scorpius blinked, thinking that might be the case.

Dumbledore stood up, and Scorpius quickly followed suit—it is impossible for the old man to sit still when he stands up, isn't it impolite?Under the sign of the old headmaster, Slytherin followed him to a relatively empty place in the office. After standing still, Scorpius vaguely saw Dumbledore raised his wand——Scorpius' hand moved He moved, and when he touched the dragon skin pocket at his waist, it dropped down to his waist in a nonchalant manner.He blinked in embarrassment, wondering who he learned his almost conditioned self-protection awareness from.

A red light enveloped him from the top of his head - it felt very subtle, a bit like the feeling when using an invisibility spell, for example, as if a basin of cold water was pulled from his head and was soaked, the red light enveloped his whole body , and emitted a dazzling light, which forced Scorpius to close his eyes.

He didn't open it slowly until he felt the red light disappear.

Dumbledore had put away his wand, and the old Headmaster's smile had faded away, and he looked like a doctor about to announce a terminal illness to a patient.

Scorpius' heart sank.

But unexpectedly, Dumbledore said: "Except for the residual magic power of a Warming Charm, there is no trace of magic on your body that is not good for you, Mr. Gretel."

Scorpius was stunned: "But..."

"But the problem still exists." Dumbledore said, "I haven't seen a situation like yours for many years, and even I believe that the situation like yours is rare in the entire wizarding world."

"Rare, which means it exists, doesn't it, Professor Scorpius," said Scorpius.

"That's right." Dumbledore sat back at the table, "The last person who had this kind of situation was also my student. He... knew his ambition from the beginning to the end, and he began to prepare for it when he was a student. Terrible, a Slytherin too, and I'm sorry I couldn't stop him."

The more Scorpius heard it, the more something was wrong, and he even swallowed back the words "ask him to ask" that had come to his lips, thought for a while, and asked cautiously: "May I ask, what's his name?"

"Tom Riddle."

Scorpius: "..."

"Perhaps he should be called Voldemort now," said Dumbledore quietly. "Dark wizards prefer to call him the Dark Lord."

Scorpius rubbed his temples with a headache, feeling that he had almost been labeled as "ambitious", "doing nothing good" and "attempting to become the second Dark Lord".

Yet he did nothing.

Dumbledore leaned forward slightly: "If I assume, this is not of your own free will..."

"Absolutely not."

"Very glad to hear such an answer, Mr. Gretel."

"What's the matter with me, Professor?"

"Your soul is damaged."

"?!" Scorpius was shocked, he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Dumbledore: "If you didn't do it on purpose, it's probably because Mr. Dirgar Brest's memory spell had a negative impact on your body-this is a strange phenomenon, and the memory spell is not Dark magic, but it still affects your soul—"

...I can't bear to listen to the academic analysis of God's unfolding model, Professor.

No wonder lethargy.

No wonder the mood is gone.

No wonder everything is wrong.

...Why am I so stupid, with such obvious symptoms.

Dumbledore: "Although I don't think a memory tampering spell can separate a person's soul, it undoubtedly hurts the stability of your soul. We can assume that there is something around you that has the ability to hold the soul itself. function—"

Scorpius sat back in his seat, waited patiently for Dumbledore to finish talking (obviously he didn't listen to a word), then thought about it, and finally asked his headmaster to inform his family—of course not to prepare Funeral.

When old man Wen rolled from the fireplace in the principal's room to the soft carpet in the principal's room, he almost flashed his old waist.He rubbed his waist and moved to make room for his daughter. When Mrs. Gretel came out of the fireplace gracefully, the old man glanced at her and was about to complain, when he suddenly looked up, he saw his own face Baby grandson——Professionals are professionals, just this one glance made the old man's face change instantly.

The form startled Mrs. Great, who had just steadied herself.

Scorpius blinked innocently: "Hi, Mom, hi, Grandpa."

"You brat!" Old man Wen shook his sleeves vigorously, strode forward, and slapped Scorpius on the ass a few times, "If you tell you to study honestly, you don't want to do it, and you are tossing around with adults every day— "

Scorpius twisted his waist and yelled to hide behind his own mother, thinking that it was fortunate that Draco was not around, otherwise he would lose face—Old man Wen was panting, pointing at his mother and showing a head smiling Looking at his bastard, his hands trembled with anger: "Say! Where have you been and what have you done in the past month! Where did you toss about the 'swallowing thief' in your three souls and seven souls!"

Scorpius: "..."

"Speak or not!"

The old man jumped into a rage, and Scorpius shivered violently.

At this time, the fireplace flickered, and a young man in a white robe walked out from inside.

Scorpius' eyes lit up, and he jumped behind the young man with his feet——

"Brother, help! My grandfather is going to beat me to death!"——