[HP] Noble

If you don't fight for three days, go to the house to uncover the tiles.

Draco sneered, and was about to say something, when suddenly, there was a commotion from the other side of the auditorium—this movement?

Prince Slytherin frowned slightly, his cold eyes swept across the long tables of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and cast them on the long table of Gryffindor at the other end of the auditorium without hesitation——there really happened A little commotion.At this moment, the savior of Gryffindor was tugging on the sleeve of his friend with a face full of panic, and his friend, oh, of course it was Mr. Ron Weasley, as if he had been petrified, Standing up stiffly like a fool.

"No, don't go, Ron!"

This is the blockage of Harry Potter's collapse.

"I must, Harry! This is the last chance—"

Ron paused, as if he felt Draco's gaze, Gryffindor twisted his stiff neck, swallowed his saliva forcefully, and unexpectedly met the man from the Slytherin long table with his strong eyes. Two silver-gray pupils.

"kindness?"

Draco raised an eyebrow with mild interest.

This Weasley...

"... Is it my illusion?" As if he didn't feel the stiff and cold atmosphere between the two sixth graders, Scorpius propped his chin with one hand, and followed Draco's eyes to look up and down the red-haired Gryffindor , "I always feel that Weasley seems to have grown a little taller."

Not just a little taller.Prince Slytherin regained his composure, and the understanding on his face clearly showed that he had found something, but he didn't say anything, just wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"—Look, Daphne, I knew it was going to happen."

Seeing Ron break free from Harry's hand, walk out of the Gryffindor long table in full view with heavy steps, Pansy said with a smile, "If there is no Gryffindor coming, I'm afraid I still find it odd. But it's surprising that that Weasley seems to have inherited a little bit of his brothers' courage."

Daphne, who was sitting next to Pansy, also put down the dinner in progress, and turned her head with great interest. At this time, Ron had already passed Hufflepuff's long table—"Oh my god, Scorpius , Are you ready to refuse, he is coming."

The entire auditorium was deadly quiet, only Pansy was in the mood to sit aside and tease.

Ron Weasley, a sixth-grade Gryffindor, was absent for two whole weeks on sick leave some time ago, and he didn't know when he returned to Hogwarts.At this moment, his face was pale as if recovering from a serious illness (probably frightened), and his whole body was as stiff as a statue endowed with the magic spell of life. Leaving the long table, passing by Hufflepuff, and passing through Ravenclaw—"Huh? This is... I actually think it's quite handsome, that Weasley!"

A small female voice sounded in the Hufflepuff crowd, the voice was not loud, but the fault was that the auditorium was too quiet at this moment.This voice caused some laughter. The third-year Hufflepuff girl blushed and covered her mouth in panic, and lowered her head. When the people around her continued to laugh, no one heard her muttering in a low voice, "It is true that the sudden change It's like a person."

Now that Ron had walked past Ravenclaw, he was indeed coming to Slytherin.

When he got close enough for everyone in Slytherin to see him, Scorpius was amazed to see that the redheaded Gryffindor had actually grown taller in just a few days, and that his face seemed to have grown too. Some changes have taken place - even though his face is as pale as a walking corpse, it is not difficult to find that the obvious freckles on his cheeks have disappeared, and the messy red hair seems to have become much smoother - they are obediently tied into a ponytail on his head later.

Even compared to the seventh graders in the whole school, Ron was considered tall. Looking at it now, he seemed to be only two or three centimeters shorter than Zabini and Draco.

"Ah."

Scorpius heard a low sneer from Draco behind him.

……

No one knows what Ron Weasley wants to do now—

Even he himself didn't know what he wanted to do - everything happened so suddenly, as if someone secretly used an Imperius Curse on him!By the time he realized it, he had traveled through an entire auditorium, past Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, to a place he thought he would never get close to in his life.

At the long table in Slytherin, the group of arrogant nobles and young ladies were looking at him, every expressionless face seemed to be mocking him.On the silver and green tabletops, the delicate silver tableware reflected dizzying glare under the abundant light of the auditorium.

Surrounded by the faint fragrance left by noble ladies when they used aromatherapy, it should smell good, but when gathered together, it is unusually pungent and almost deaf.

Ron still couldn't believe how anyone could have a good meal surrounded by such an atmosphere.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.About five seconds later, as if he had made some more important decision, he raised his head firmly—"Pfft."

Beside Draco, Zabini sneered shamelessly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "What does he think he's doing, huh? Come and beg Scorpius to give him a killing curse or something?"

Rarely without the ridicule of compound friends, Draco remained silent, with a smile on his lips, changed his posture, and leaned lazily against the long table.

The silver-gray eyes calmly watched the red-haired man slowly walking towards him——then stopped at the position of the person in front of him.

Scorpigret sat there.

There was a buzzing discussion in the auditorium. Except for the insider, everyone was very surprised why a Weasley suddenly appeared in the love triangle between Potter, Malfoy and Gretel.

"Oh, Ron." Ginny, who was sitting not far away and witnessed what happened, covered her eyes, almost daring not to continue watching.

Scorpius sat in his seat, blinked, the first thing in his mind was to praise Draco for being a crow, and the second thing that came to his mind was that he might be able to go to Hogg again tomorrow The front page of the Watts school newspaper - this is a first for Christmas, and it is memorable.

During his evasive wandering, Ron bent slightly, leaned forward about fifteen degrees, and stretched out his hand with the palm facing up—exactly the same as taught in the "Guide to Noble Etiquette", if it weren't for his instructions The tip is trembling slightly.

Scorpius: "..."

Never thought Weasley could be so scary, and the fourth-year Slytherin felt like his hair was standing on end.

"Dear... Your Excellency?" Ron cleared his throat, and under Scorpius' blank gaze, he said mechanically, "If I have the honor, can I invite you to join tomorrow's ball as my opening dance partner ?”

Scorpius: "Huh?..."

Ron: "..."

Ginny groaned in pain, and without hesitation grabbed a napkin aside and covered her face.

The invited Slytherin sat motionless, as if he had suddenly lost his hearing or had lost his ability to speak English.From Ron's point of view, it seemed that after a century, the other party finally moved—although it only moved his long and thick eyelashes slightly.

Decline, or accept.

Ron's heart hung up.

But I don’t know what Scorpius is thinking at this moment——

Oh, my grass.

Why is it more exciting than when Potter invited me back then? ...Also, Weasley, you look like you're about to break down. If I reject you, will you grab the fork that's handy and kill me before committing suicide?

Scorpius struggled for a long time, and finally he could only speak dryly: "...that..."

Suddenly, a familiar aura enveloped him from behind.

"—have you got the situation wrong, Weasley?"

A strong arm tightly bound Scorpius' waist, and forced him to be pulled back with brutal force. At the same time, the other arm was also entangled, stuck firmly in Scorpius's body. on his neck—the force not only prevented him from saying a single word, but also almost strangled him to death.

The shoulders sank slightly to feel the weight, and a pale and thin chin pressed up from behind.Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, turned his head subconsciously, but the pinna of his ear brushed lightly against Draco's smooth cheek inadvertently.

At the same time, the cold and deep voice of the soul leader of Slytherin rang in his ears.

"Even if you have undergone a remarkable transformation, and those stinky magic powers are almost overflowing from your internal organs, you are not worthy of trying to compete with me for anything."

Ron was taken aback.Then he frowned deeply, opened his mouth, and spat out a name in disgust: "Malfoy..."

"You should be more aware of the gap between yourself and me now," Draco laughed lowly, "then you should realize at the same time that it is my gift to let you stand here and speak."

Seeing that we need to be united on one front for the time being.

"...Hey," Scorpius patted his arm firmly around his neck with his backhand, "I can't breathe anymore."

The arms around the neck were slightly released, but the arms on the waist increased their strength on the contrary. Scorpius bent slightly, and pressed against a strong chest with his back.

"Now, go away."

Putting away all his arrogance in an instant, under the gaze of Gryffindor, the senior Slytherin tilted his head slightly, and his cold thin lips brushed the ear of the man in his embrace intentionally or unintentionally.

That delicate and beautiful face was buried deep in the gap between the neck and shoulders of the fourth-year Slytherin, and he said slowly with a dull but steady emphasis without refusal: He is my——