[HP] Noble

In the damp and narrow pipe, Scorpius took a deep breath, and irritatedly brushed away the wet hair sticking to his face. His movements brought a series of rushing water sounds, and the result was water droplets with the smell of rust With more left on his face, he lowered his head and watched blankly that the water that had just wet his trousers just now quickly spread over half of his knee.

"You'd better hurry up, Potter." Scorpius, who was the last one, stopped, took out his amulet and pasted two sheets around the water pipe, and the fire light from the amulet illuminated half of his face, "Water level The higher the speed, the slower we move forward, and my water-proof spell can only buy us 5 minutes at most."

"—Then use it a few more times!" Harry's voice came from the front of the line, and his voice seemed a bit dull in the water pipe.

"I'd like to," Scorpius chuckled sarcastically as he crawled forward, "but I only have two water-repelling charms with me."

"Damn!" grumbled Gryffindor.

"You said what I wanted to say." Scorpius had a stiff face, his knees were numb from the cold water, and it was the coldest time in Britain, but he had to lie on all fours. Crawl in the temperatureless water! "...I have already said that the basilisk fangs can be obtained from me, but you have to insist on coming to the secret room."

Scorpius' words silenced the people in front of him. After about five seconds, a low male voice laughed. Scorpius raised his eyebrows. Before he could say anything, he was beaten by Draco. Suddenly, Prince Slytherin said lazily, "I noticed that you seem to be complaining about me, boy."

"I'm glad you figured it out," Scorpius muttered. "I'm freezing and it's all your fault."

"It's a pity that the width of the pipe prevents me from taking time to turn my head and look at your little face full of resentment. You don't resent because of it, do you?"

He took off the obstructing cloak and threw it into the water, his hands and feet became more flexible after reducing the burden, and he quickly climbed a few steps forward. The fourth-year Slytherin caught up with the distance that fell due to the water-repelling spell placed on the stickers. Seeing the familiar crawling back pretending to be elegant, Scorpius raised the corners of his lips, landed with a forward leaping tiger with his hands and feet, water splashed his face, and his fragile nose almost hit Draco's thigh.

"Aha, be careful, Your Royal Highness!" He raised his wand teasingly, and poked the strong buttocks in front of him, "You have your back to me, and my wand is in my hand, Do you feel threatened by it—”

"If you're not going to poke it somewhere you mustn't dream, dear, I can ignore any threat," said the Slytherin prince's slow, laughing voice.

"..." Scorpius sighed sincerely after being silent for two seconds, "What a good suggestion!"

Draco paused: "If you dare to do this, I swear that I will put a beautiful collar around your neck after I go out, and then tie you to the bedside for the rest of my life."

Scorpius: "Haha!"

Harry: "...assuming that we are in great danger now, can I ask you both to run for your life with one heart and one mind?"

"Learn to look at life with a smile, Potter." He quickly raised his wand and threw a few warming spells at himself, and then kindly used one on Draco. Scorpius felt that all the blood in his body was because of this beauty. The mantra circulated, he raised the corners of his lips, and his mood became a little less heavy for no reason-even though the water level had already covered his entire knee, the sound of splashing water with every step forward almost covered him. speaking voice.

As he expected, their progress gradually slowed down due to the slowly rising water level.

Harry: "Where have we been, Hermione?"

Scorpius: "Where did it 'crawl', Potter."

Harry: "It doesn't make any difference, if you don't know the answer—"

Hermione: "About two-thirds, if we go faster, we can reach the stairs we came down in five minutes at most."

Hermione's answer made everyone think about it, and Scorpius rarely made a sound, but the voice of the Savior of Gryffindor sounded like he was relieved: "It only took us about 10 minutes to enter the water pipe." No, at this rate, at least until the water fills this pipe, we can-"

"Have you deducted the 5 minutes delay of the water-proof spell?" Scorpius said dryly, "In the first 5 minutes, the water level rose slowly and only reached knees, but now, these dirty The rusty water is almost up to my hip - it was hovering above my knee two minutes ago, didn't you notice that, Potter?"

In the water pipe, Hermione, who was closest in height to Scorpius, chose to remain silent on this issue.She crawled forward mechanically with a stiff face, listening to the muffled laughter from the senior Slytherin behind her and Scorpius complaining that "even if you are a little taller than me your hips are not immune to Master Malfoy".

The sound of splashing water ahead indicated that Harry was trying to speed up his progress.

The increasing water level made their progress more and more difficult. After crawling forward for more than ten meters, everyone clearly felt that the movement of these ten meters was more tiring than the first hundred meters—already close to The water level at the base of their thighs made them have to withstand the heavy water pressure every step forward, and they had to move forward with their limbs spread out and braced around the water pipe to ensure their speed.

In addition to the sound of splashes, almost everyone can only hear their own heavy breathing.

When the water in the water pipe was about to reach their shoulders, and everyone began to feel difficulty breathing, Potter at the front finally saw the faint light from the exit—he almost couldn't help cheering, he was half swimming and half crawling. After rushing out of the water pipe, only his scream and a huge splash were heard, and the Gryffindor savior disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Has he been eaten by a sea snake?" Scorpius asked with a smile after wiping the water off his face.

"No, that idiot probably forgot that the water pipe is still nearly two meters away from the ground." Draco replied calmly, and when he was about to leave the water pipe, he turned over and faced up, grasping the upper edge of the water pipe with both hands, The water pipe is drawn gracefully with a soft posture that is so jaw-dropping.

Compared to the excited Potter who almost drowned himself like a buffalo at this moment, Prince Slytherin, who had already expected the water level outside to be equal to the inside of the water pipe, obviously won another strange victory.

Scorpius sprayed out a spray of water and rubbed it out of the water pipe, climbed up on the water pipe with hands and feet and sat down for a few breaths, and then said exhaustedly: "I'm so proud of you, Draco, When are you going to let me see your embarrassed side?"

"When you pointed your wand at my ass."

Answer calmly.While Scorpius was still pondering the authenticity of this answer, the Slytherin prince had already swam to the opposite staircase—more than half of the staircase was submerged when he descended. At the top of the entrance of the secret room, the light illuminates the entire water surface, and now everyone can easily see that most of the secret room is soaked in the turbid water.

"This water pipe leak is really serious." Scorpius laughed. "Do you think Dumbledore will include it in the repair project when it is reported?"

"Oh, as he pleases." Hermione brushed her wet hair back and tossed the cloak viciously aside, "because I don't want to come down anymore - honestly, boys, why don't we get out of here yet? "

"Probably because the way out is blocked from the outside." Draco stretched out his hand to touch, and now he could easily touch the tightly closed exit from where he was sitting, "That person's hands and feet are really fast, probably Knowing some shortcut, he's gone, and cast a blocking spell on the exit."

The Slytherin prince pondered, raised his hand and casually touched the closed stone crack: "I can feel some magic power remaining, but it's hard to guess which spell it is—"

As he spoke, Harry had drawn his wand and pointed it viciously in the direction of the exit - before he could say any explosive spells, his wand was gently tapped by a hand in a black leather glove. Holding it down, Gryffindor froze for a moment, and raised his head to meet those emotionless silver-gray eyes.

"Do you want us to be blown to death here by your spell, Potter." Draco said calmly, "If you can use explosive spells to break through, what's the point of sealing spells?"

"The water level is still rising," Scorpius swam to the side of the stairs, and sat down next to Draco, dripping wet. Hurry up."

"Every closed spell has a unique way to break it. If you do some research on this aspect, you can probably see the way to break it from the outside." Draco touched his chin, "It's really troublesome, we should Leave a person outside to watch—”

"...Anyway, the water submerged my feet again." Scorpius said, "If you can't guess, just try to break the spell one by one, it's better than sitting here waiting to die—"

As if he couldn't think of any other good way, Draco sighed, raised his wand, a soft light shot from the tip of the wand, and various spells were used on the tightly closed entrance At the stone slab, there was no change in its confinement state. When the water level once again spread over the calf of the person sitting there, Draco’s speed of using the spell became slower—it can be seen that , he was almost trying to recall all the breaking spells of the sealing spells he had seen.

Sadly, however, none of the past few dozen spells have been correct.

"Well, if I am unfortunately drowned here because of two basilisk fangs, remember to say sorry to my family, I am really sorry to die without making any contribution." Scorpius kicked the water, Speechless in the sound of rushing water.

Draco glanced at him, said nothing, and returned his attention to the wand, the dazzling light shot out from the tip of the wand, spreading across the tightly closed stone slab, and in the end, nothing happened—— Prince Leitlin frowned dissatisfied.

"I'm afraid no one here will survive to deliver the message for you." Harry said dejectedly, and looked at Hermione, who was frowning and kept reminding Draco. When it came to knowledge, he found that Often I can't help myself.

Scorpius squinted at Draco, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the latter: "Stop talking stupid, shut up."

Scorpius: "Before I die, I think it's more appropriate for you to say something romantic, Draco, what's the point of telling me to shut up?"

Draco raised his eyebrows: "Oh, you mean you want to sign a soul contract with me, don't you—come on, although the ceremony is long and troublesome, at least it can be completed before we are drowned."

Scorpius: "Huh, is that so? ... Oh, let me think about it for a while."

Draco snorted unmoved, turned to continue his next spell-breaking, this time Hermione reminded him of an ancient Indian spell, and the complicated and awkward pronunciation all showed that this spell was as old as It was just dug out of the grave.

When the water gradually submerged his thighs, Scorpius sat on the highest step, resting his chin on one hand, watching every movement of Prince Slytherin, listening to the muffled difference from his slightly parted lips The spell suddenly felt that my whole body was calmed down.

"If you must die here," Scorpius said slowly, staring at the senior Slytherin, "you'd better not sign any shit soul contract."

Draco was slightly taken aback, and glanced at the fourth-year Slytherin. In the dim light, almost immediately, he effortlessly saw the other party's intentions from the pair of black pupils looking at him.

The blue light from the tip of the wand shot at the slate, unlike before, this time it seemed to flow slowly towards the closed gap in a wonderful way - but at this moment, no one noticed this, sneered, Della Ke heard his stiff voice echoing in the secret room—"I don't need you to think about the rest of my life."

"...Hey, that's too much. Look at what you said, I did it for—"

Scorpius' words were interrupted by a faint, heavy sliding of stone slabs.

He froze for a moment, opened his mouth, raised his head almost in a daze to look at the entrance above his head that was beginning to loosen.

From the gap between the tightly closed stone slabs, a beam of natural light came in——

The sudden light caused Scorpius to narrow his eyes slightly uncomfortably. He vaguely saw a tall figure appearing at the entrance. The person came with the light behind him, so he couldn't see his face clearly for a while.

A big hand stretched out, the back of his neck tightened, and the visitor effortlessly lifted him out of the water to the entrance of the secret room.

Snapped--

Crash--

When the tip of his horn completely left the water, there was a slight sound like a water balloon being squeezed and burst from somewhere under the water. This too weak sound was overwhelmed by the sound of water and the joyous screams of Gryffindors.

Suddenly out of the water, the sudden reduction in the pressure on the limbs made Slytherin lose all his strength, lying half-lying on the dirty floor of the bathroom, breathing the fresh air, his limbs spread out through the soaked shirt Placed on the cold ground, Scorpius moved his neck, watching Hermione screaming and crying and pounced on the tall figure.

The fourth-year Slytherin smiled wearily, suddenly feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

The tall figure let go of Hermione, seemed to hesitate for a while, and walked over with restrained hands and feet. He squatted beside Scorpius, covering most of the light, and shrouded him under his own figure. It took a long time before he became nervous. He said softly, "You, are you all right, Gretel?"

"Very well." Scorpius smiled. "It's well timed, Longbottom."—