[HP] Noble

It seems that people didn't want the sudden episode to affect their wonderful Christmas. After Dumbledore took little Greenglass away, the crowd quickly restored order-what happened just now was just theirs today. It's just another topic that came up late. ...Oh yes, they have been shocked a lot all the time, it's not too bad, so as long as Voldemort has not killed the gate of Hogwarts, they can eat and drink as much as they want, how should they live How do you live.

"How much do you believe Astoria's words?"

Different from the warmth of the banquet hall, in the cool and dark corridor, two Slytherins were walking briskly side by side. The rhino leather soles of the thick and warm dragon leather boots stepped on the cold bluestone bricks, making a slight creak. sound.After turning the first corner, making sure that he was out of the sight and hearing range of the couple hiding behind the armor just now, Scorpius pulled Ladrako's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

Draco pursed his lips, seeming to be thinking about this question seriously.

As if he didn't really intend to get the answer from the other party, Scorpius curled his lips and went on to himself: "I know I shouldn't be so subjective, but I don't want to believe a word. Even she herself is full of doubts— ―That is the territory of the Dark Lord, even if all of them ran to attack the Muggle village tonight, there would not be a chance for a fourth-year student to escape."

In the darkness, Draco chuckled lightly, noncommittal.

Scorpius' ears were a little hot, and his brows were raised into anger: "You are laughing ass, you don't want to talk."

A cold hand reached out and pinched his chin quickly.The fourth-year Slytherin shivered from the cold, slapped his hand away, and buried half of his face in the heavy cloak.Draco slowly took out the gloves from his pocket and put them on, and said lazily, "This time I agree with you, and I only believe a few words about Astoria from beginning to end—"

"She didn't say a few words at all, thank you."

Draco ignored him and continued: "The first sentence, Hogwarts has what the Dark Lord wants. The second sentence, he will not let Hogwarts go, the final main battlefield must be here. "

Under the flickering candles on both sides of the corridor, the light refracted by Draco's black gloves looked very textured.Scorpius looked at it almost fascinated for a while, and came back to his senses in shock when he heard Draco's last sentence, and raised his voice: "Don't just expand what Astoria said, they didn't say Fight at Hogwarts!"

"Really?" Prince Slytherin lowered his thick eyelashes and said flatly, "Then we'll see."

Madam Pomfrey's office is just another intersection away.

Scorpius stopped suddenly, grabbed Draco, and the two of them stopped at a shelter from the wind. The latter turned around silently, as if patiently waiting for the junior Stan who was half a head shorter than himself. Leitlin asked.

Scorpius was a little nervous when he was looked at by that calm and calm gaze. He pondered for a moment and swallowed his saliva: "I just want to know why you doubt what Astoria said."

"Ah, I didn't completely doubt it." Draco said, "Didn't I tell you, I still believe a few words."

"We all know that the Dark Lord still has a Horcrux at Hogwarts! Of course he wants to get it back!" Scorpius stared, "What's the difference between this sentence and nonsense."

Draco chuckled, Scorpius widened his eyes, and said sincerely, "Can you fucking stop laughing?"

"Don't swear, pay attention to your manners. Yes, these two sentences are of course nonsense." Draco stretched out his hand in a good temper and rubbed Scorpius' hair, "You thought of this, Astoria I also thought about it, and the Dark Lord thought about it even more-so as a fact, they said it... combined with other things that are not facts."

Prince Slytherin paused, showing a slightly disdainful expression: "Half-truths are more convincing. They are very smart. At least Dumbledore dare not disbelieve her words."

"You mean you're smarter than Dumbledore?"

"It's not what you think, it's just that when you're familiar with the little tricks of the Slytherins, only Slytherin himself understands more clearly-for example, I never think that house elves dare to talk in a place where people can overhear them." Master's business, unless they want to cut off their heads and hang them on the fireplace in advance." Draco waved his hand with a look of boredom, "Professor Black has always used house-elves at home, if he can often Go home, then he can discover that too."

Scorpius blinked: "...Ah, according to you, this move made by the Dark Lord is really stinky."

Draco fell silent, seemingly lost in thought.There was a moment of silence between the two of them, and just when Scorpius thought he would say something, he stepped out of the shelter and retook the road leading to Madam Pomfrey until he reached the orange light Draco didn't say a word through the doorway of the hospital wing that spilled out from the bottom.

Draco put his hand lightly on the golden doorknob.

At the moment when the door was pushed open, Scorpius heard him sigh softly.

"If it's what I think, the Dark Lord's move is not only not bad, it's simply trying to break the rules and make a direct check."

……

If at that time, Scorpius didn't understand why Draco said that at all, then, just three days later, the "Daily Prophet" told everyone what Voldemort had done.

This day's Daily Prophet caused an uproar that almost terrified everyone.

[Headline: Narrow escape!Successfully escaped from the list of Slytherin students identified as Death Eaters, many officials of the Ministry of Magic are pending trial, and several personnel cannot escape the fate of Azkaban! 】The following is a series of lists and related reports.

[On the 25th of this month, the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic received a list of personnel submitted by the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, which admitted 23 confirmed Death Eaters.The list includes Luke Wood, the current deputy director of the Department of Education, members of the Hogwarts School Board of Trustees, members of the Council of the Ministry of Magic, Lucius Malfoy, deputy director of the Economics Department of the Ministry of Magic, and Hogwarts Slytherin College Dean, current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Severus Snape, Assistant Minister of Magic Eli Lauders and other eight serving members of the public directly or indirectly participated in the terrorist activities of the Death Eaters.At present, Kingsley of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic has detained the above eight persons pending trial, and the remaining persons on the list are being hunted down.

The provider of the list, Astoria Greengrass, is a fourth-year student at Hogwarts Slytherin College. disguised, his whereabouts are unknown) disappeared mysteriously and escaped on Christmas Eve.In order to protect the safety of the parties involved, the Auror Office has introduced relevant protective measures...] "...this!" Scorpius was almost scared to go under the table, he knocked over the pumpkin juice in his hand, and made a big noise ――However, no one paid attention to him, almost everyone gave up their breakfast, and everyone was looking at this publication that seemed to have been silent for a long time.

Although the news of the arrest of Death Eaters spreads into the school almost every day, when the person involved in the news was still standing on the podium to give lectures to the students yesterday, it still touched the hearts of the students who were gradually numb—the students' frightened eyes glanced at him from time to time. For the teacher's seat, everyone was undoubtedly excluded—including Gryffindor, who seemed to be looking forward to the sudden appearance of the Slytherin head who always wore black robes and did not favor the death of his own house in that vacant seat.

"Nonsense." Pansy froze, crumpled up the newspaper and stuffed it under her feet. It was the first time Scorpius saw her so angry, and she asked in a high-pitched voice, "Oh, Daphne, I see—" ―Your little sister—how did that filthy woman not die outside?"

"I'm more confused about this than you." Daphne said with a sullen face, "Now our family has been brought to the forefront anyway, and I have to leave it to her—"

"Don't read it." Amidst the sharp and mocking discussions of the girls, Scorpius turned his head and said flatly, patted the back of the hand of the person around him, pulled the newspaper out of his hand, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but It was difficult to find that what he said at this moment seemed a bit redundant.

"I'm fine." Prince Slytherin said calmly, taking the newspaper back from Scorpius, blinking, "I expected something like this to happen three days ago..."

Looking around, he simply switched to Chinese that only the two of them could understand: "Father probably guessed that this day would come, after all, he has always been very smart, and Professor Snape... ah, The dark lord is going to kill us—that extreme character, he finally found out that there are spies among his cronies, and he will not hesitate to sacrifice his own people to find them..."

"..." Scorpius parted his lips slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he frightened away a first-year who was trying to look around. He found that his throat interfered terribly, "...Dumbledore..."

"That old man did the right thing this time." Draco said, "Submitting the list to the Ministry of Magic is the best way for my father and godfather at present, to the Ministry of Magic..." He paused, Slowly closing his eyes, "Even if the final result is to be imprisoned in Azkaban, it is better than doing nothing and letting them be suspected of falling into the hands of the Dark Lord. The war is about to begin, and soon It will end—they are in Azkaban, but they just gave me the most important reason to defeat the Dark Lord at the fastest speed."

Scorpius stared at Draco for a moment, until Draco sensed it, turned his head, and met his gaze.

"I won't comfort you, Draco," said the fourth-year Slytherin seriously.

Draco froze slightly.But soon after, the gaze in those silver-gray eyes softened, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and the pride he was used to once again appeared on his delicate and beautiful face.

Raising his hand, he rumpled the soft hair of the fourth-year Slytherin beside him.

"Of course, because I don't need it."—