[HP] Noble

Draco and Scorpius walked out of the auditorium side by side.Facing the probing gazes cast by other people, Draco seemed very calm, as if those people were not looking at him, but Scorpius was a little nervous, he scratched his head, and said falteringly: "I still I thought you would ask me what that potion is for."

"Do you still need to ask?" Prince Slytherin glanced at him indifferently, "The combination of awakening potion and sleeping potion, although this very weird combination is difficult to understand, as long as it matches what you just said , it’s not hard to think of the usefulness of that potion.”

Scorpius raised an eyebrow.

Draco frowned: "Is it a potion for the Longbottoms?"

Scorpius lowered his eyebrows in satisfaction and nodded: "It's really unimaginable that the first set of potions to overcome the three unforgivable spells came from the hands of Gryffindor students-although there still seems to be a little trouble , but I suddenly felt that they might really succeed.”

"No, you just hope that they will really succeed." Prince Slytherin smiled, reaching out to ruffle his hair, "I told you when you were in the first grade that potions don't exist in the world. The magical sequelae of salvation, the reason why the three unforgivable spells are 'unforgivable' is only because their corresponding potions have not yet been discovered."

"I can't imagine what it will be like after the killing curse is broken."

"Ah, yes, I can't imagine it either." Draco was stunned for a moment, and then slowly said, "From a certain point of view, although the Death Curse is unforgivable, it is probably the last fig leaf of Western magic. That's right—if you can't even directly take a person's life, maybe even the meaning of magic's existence will be affected."

"...that really sounds like a dark wizard said it." Scorpius sneered, "don't let others hear it, they will rush you to Azkaban and try to tell you with a whole cell book What is the great significance of the existence of magic—Okay, Draco, come here, you can go to Dumbledore."

"Are you going to be in the potions lab all day?"

"Oh, I would." Scorpius replied without hesitation, "Actually, the final stage of the potion didn't go very smoothly. We are conducting different group experiments. The worst thing is that the spring evening primrose will soon be used up. It's over, if you still want to collect, you have to wait until the next full moon—well, there are still about three weeks."

"When I get back from Dumbledore, I'll come to you with the evening primrose." Draco said calmly, "Go."

"Eh? Eh?" Scorpius arched his waist in surprise, "What are you talking about, Draco?"

"Ever since I got the legal right to visit at night, I have never been short of spring evening primrose in my potion material storage cabinet." Draco said blankly, "Go, see you later."

"See you later, male god!" Scorpius said flatteringly, turned and trotted away.

God?Chi, what a strange title that makes people unhappy.Draco stood there watching for a while, until the back of the other party disappeared at the second corner of the corridor.Prince Slytherin let out a sigh of relief, and when he turned around again, the softness in his eyebrows and eyes disappeared without a trace—now, he has become the leader of Slytherin again, with a firm and unshakable position, just like all As people understand it, it is an out-and-out, irreplaceable existence.

……

Inside the potions laboratory.

The Gryffindors are discussing this morning's "Daily Prophet" enthusiastically. The difference is that Ron Weasley, who returned from leave this time, also joined the discussion. After returning to school this time, Weasley probably has There are many obvious changes, but in Scorpius' view, at least one thing is constant-that is IQ.

"—So our expectations before the start of school have finally become a reality!"

When Scorpius stepped into the potions laboratory, he heard the cheerful voice belonging to the red-haired Gryffindor. At this moment, he was facing the door of the potions laboratory, happily stirring the The Crucible—"Hey, Snape is really gone! Sure enough, no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can last two semesters, oh, and Snape, I think it's probably a matter of everyone's wishes, he didn't even last Finished term - hey, Hermione, what's wrong with your eye? Did it get sand?"

"No." Hermione Granger forcefully put down the knife in her hand, finally gave up and looked at Ron again, "Look behind you, Ronald!"

So inexplicably looking back and seeing the approaching person for the first time, Ron dropped his wand whole into the potion he was brewing.

"Good morning, Weasley," said Scorpius impassively, standing behind Ron as he yelped and tried to reach for his wand. "What a very, very good speech."

"No, actually that's not what I meant! ——Thanks, buddy!" After taking the wand handed over by Harry, Ron quickly fished his wand out of the cauldron. At this time, the potion in front of him had already disappeared It was the best time to put in the potion for the next step, and it turned into an overly dull dark brown. He probed for a while, his long red hair tied into a ponytail hung in the air, "I'm just kidding That's all, we all know that the news this morning is actually very bad..."

"It seems a bit late to fix it now, Ron." Harry couldn't help but wink at his friend with a schadenfreude smile, "He doesn't seem to be going to talk to you."

Because when Ron was desperately trying to organize his words, Scorpius was leaning over to observe the cauldron in front of Neville-Neville was not going very smoothly, and Scorpius' approach made him more nervous, and he stumbled. Baba explained to Scorpius that he was "not good at this part".

"Okay, Neville." Scorpius patted his arm gently, "It's not just this part, you've never been good at potion-related work, and the whole concept of potions is based on you It was done with the idea of ​​it, which is awesome if I had to say, really."

"Thanks, thank you! Little Gretel!" Neville nodded frantically, his face flushed into a tomato - Ron: "Obviously, Neville has already floated up to the ceiling."

Hermione: "Oh, then your vinegar smell is probably wafting out of the house through the skylight, Ron."

Harry: "At least Gretel is wrong about one thing. The idea of ​​this potion is based on me, and Neville."

Hermione: "...I don't think Scorpius doesn't know that, Harry, he probably just doesn't want to praise you."

Harry: "..."

"Draco promised to send us some spring evening primroses soon, besides this, do we have any other troubles?" Scorpius looked around, suddenly frowned and sniffed, and when he saw Hermione When there was a large amount of fresh green dragon blood, I suddenly regretted why I promised Draco to come to the Potions Laboratory today—and no one knew better than him that if Draco said he would come, he would definitely come .

Walking to the window and opening the window, the cold wind brought snowflakes in. Scorpius drew out his wand and used a warming spell in a wide area.

In fact, their potion did enter the final stage, but that was also the most complicated and critical stage.According to Hermione's summary, their potion can basically be divided into three stages. The first stage is to bring the delirious patients back to a normal dormancy, and let their disturbed spirits get a normal state. rest.The second stage is to wake them up from that deep sleep in a gentle way, and do their best to heal the great negative damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse.

The third stage of the medicine is the last stage, which allows the patient to wake up and restore the IQ to the stage of a normal person.

Dumbledore said that the Longbottom couple's memory is not missing, but because they have artificially chosen to forget and deeply shield, they can't even use memory extraction technology or instigating to read them.

However, the most critical memories of the last war do exist in their minds.

"—actually there's a whole lot more to it, but glad Malfoy's here, Scorpius."

Scorpius heard Hermione say quickly, "This way we can add a group of comparison items. And I finally don't have to stare at countless cauldrons at the same time-you know, although it was agreed that we would each have one The crucible was used as a group experiment, but when the facts unfolded, I found that the three of them were at best 'a display of standing in front of the crucible, staring at everything going on in the crucible and shouting 'What about Hermione''."

"Look at what you said, Hermione, if you could be a little more fair -" said Harry, "we wouldn't even be able to get to this last step if Neville hadn't accidentally dropped the slug into the cauldron."

"Oh," Hermione brushed her shaggy brown hair contemptuously, "you also said it was 'careless'."

"I-I don't want to join your war at all, Harry." Neville blushed and stammered his position.

In the midst of the Gryffindors' quarreling, Scorpius chose a clean cauldron, tapped it with his wand, and when the clean water sprayed from the tip of the wand filled half of the cauldron, he put it on a Heap new flames on.Hermione came to him with a lot of potion ingredients that would be used, and then gently placed them on the table: "Follow the prompts given by Professor Slughorn and Professor Snape, and combine the " According to the description of fusion medicinal properties in the Potions Dictionary, in the third stage, add the mixture of dragon's blood and narcissus root and stir clockwise 35 times, the whole potion should turn pink, but no matter how many times we try, the most successful one will not turn pink. It just turned brick red."

"That much difference?" Scorpius muttered, "Did we miss something?"

"Probably." Hermione twisted her fingers a little anxiously, "But we can't expect Neville to accidentally throw something into the cauldron and find it—"

"Oh, even if this kind of accident has happened three times?" Scorpius teased, throwing the first material goldfish eyes into the boiling cauldron, and then skillfully poured a large bowl of prepared armadillo bile (enhanced intelligence) Potion raw materials) poured in, the potion turned into a satisfying light green color, steaming with a faint fishy smell.

"Oh, Scorpius, even if it happens a hundred times, chance is still chance." Hermione blinked.

"'I never believe that there are chances in the world.'" Scorpius smiled and glanced at Neville, who was frantically stirring the crucible not far away. After watching for a while, he turned his eyes back to the potion in front of him again, Year Slytherin pondered for a moment, "Well... at least that's what Draco said."—