[HP] Noble

There was a moment of suffocation in the Slytherin common room—some juniors raised their heads to look at Draco, adding a touch of fear to their respectful gazes, and most of the seniors also turned gloomy. The children in the lower grades may have thought of more because of the undisguised fear when they faced the killing. For example, if they chose to betray themselves, the abandoned name spoken by their leader now is Wouldn't it also become a more familiar pronunciation?

Until a chuckle broke the silence, Daphne curled Wan Wan's blonde curly hair, which was exactly the same as her sister's, and her red lips were slightly pursed: "It's hard to believe that you guys are talking about murdering my relatives in front of me!" Sister—what's even more unbelievable is that I don't want to stop you at all."

"It's really hard for you, Daphne, I don't stop to comfort you, you don't blame me, do you?" Draco said blankly.

Daphne snorted and shrugged lazily.

"I hope you'd better not betray poor Zabini," Draco said thoughtfully, "but you can hide behind Dumbledore and tell your parents after the war you knew nothing about it." Laco said thoughtfully.

"I don't want it," Daphne glanced at Draco contemptuously, "I'm going to find my boyfriend, my dear Mr. Right, who has dropped out of school, and he will definitely not let go of this unprecedented excitement. "

"Since it's been decided," Draco withdrew his gaze and said flatly, "then let's all start to act."

……

When Draco led all the Slytherins out of the dungeon, the first person they met was definitely enough to surprise—that person with short legs and a fat belly, stumbling from the corner came running towards them panting.

"Good day, Professor Slughorn." The Slytherin prince standing at the front stopped, his wand in his hand, his chin slightly raised, and said slowly in a mocking tone.

"Oh, we don't have to care about these etiquettes in an emergency," Slughorn almost scrambled to Draco's face, he said out of breath, "I'm glad you're still here, Little Malfoy, I can't believe what we Slytherins would do without a leader—"

We Slytherins, Scorpius standing behind Draco twitched the corners of his mouth, who told you "we"?

"If I'm not here, where should I be?" Draco raised the corners of his lips, and said in an unassuming way, "In order to clear my father's crimes, stay by the Dark Lord's side?"

"Oh no no no no, you know I didn't mean that of course—I never doubted Lucius, he's always been such an affable guy—"

Having said that, even the expression on Draco's face was a bit unstoppable. Almost everyone realized that their new potions professor was so nervous that he couldn't choose what to say, but in fact, he was indeed like this, took out a piece of Wiping his bald head with a pink handkerchief, he rushed forward and grabbed Draco's arm, "Come on, boys, you all - Dumbledore asked me to take you to the Great Hall -"

Speaking of which, he paused, glanced at the group of Slytherins in the back, and added, "Dumbledore also said that if Mr. Malfoy has other arrangements, then he can do as he said."

"Then do as my dear professor ordered, Pansy—" Draco waited for two seconds, but did not get the expected answer, he frowned slightly, and looked back in the crowd, "Pansy? "

"I heard you, Draco." A familiar female voice came from the end of the line, and at the same time, the door to the Slytherin common room was completely closed behind the black-haired Slytherin girl, Pansy said Quickly, "Don't worry."

Draco glanced at Pansy, finally responded, turned his head again, slightly lowered his eyes to the fat and timid old man in front of him.

"It's flattering, Professor, you know I'm just a prefect," Draco drew after Slughorn, "we should still obey the Headmaster."

"Snape and your father went to Azkaban for vacation." Slughorn said without looking back. "We don't have a Headmaster now."

"Dumbledore should have appointed us an acting headmaster."

"—Oh? Do you want it?—Well, I probably need it, yes, Dumbledore may have forgotten about it," said the Potions professor's back, and suddenly, he He stopped and turned around vigorously. This action was so forceful that even Draco, who was following him, raised his eyebrows slightly. Before he could say anything, his hands were grabbed by a pair of fat hands with slightly sweaty palms. Getting up, Prince Slytherin frowned subconsciously, not understanding what the fat old man wanted to do.

"We have it now," Slughorn said with a smile on his face. "There is no one more suitable for the seat of dean than you, Mr. Malfoy, I have always heard that you are so good--special times, of course we You can’t talk about so many rules, do it well, Mr. Dean!”

Slytherins: "..."

Scorpius: =___=

Draco: "..."

As the procession moved on, Scorpius leaned over to Draco and whispered, "My God, I just had sex with the Head of Slytherin."

The cold and noble dead face mask of the platinum aristocrat finally shattered, the corners of his lips twitched, and he said helplessly: "This sentence made me have a bad imagination, boy, so you'd better shut up and stop mentioning this kind of thing again. Strange metaphor."

"At least you have broken the record of all students," Scorpius said with a smile. "Congratulations on becoming the dean without graduating, Mr. Malfoy! Oh! Merlin's socks! It's hard to imagine that I'm wearing a In the clothes of the head of Slytherin!"

"...If you put on this disgusting girlish accent again, I'll beat you up, and I'll do what I say."

When the door of the auditorium was pushed open, Draco said blankly.

……

The auditorium was in a mess, the four college long tables hadn't been put away after dinner, the students were sitting together in twos and threes, some of them had even changed into dressing gowns, it seemed that they were They called out in a hurry, their hair was messy, and they were wearing thick cloaks that they pulled on before going out. Some of them had fear on their faces, and some were numb after fear.

Dumbledore stood in the very center of the auditorium, but it was strange that Professor McGonagall was missing.Those milky white ghosts shuttled among the students, talking to them with serious faces.

The ceiling covered by the gravel magic is gray, and the stars and the crescent that occasionally show up behind the thick clouds can be seen faintly. Scorpius feels in a trance that Sirius broke into Gryffindor in his first year with a sinful body The scene in the lounge, if it weren't for the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic among the students, he even had the illusion of "sleep here tonight, what should I do tomorrow".

"My dear children, the final war has come."

Dumbledore returned to the high podium, and he swept across all the people in the auditorium—at this moment, those people all focused on him, as if this elderly wizard was their last hope... …

It's hard to believe how chaotic the situation would be today if Dumbledore were dead.Harry Potter stood at the long table in Gryffindor, and he stayed with his friends like all the most ordinary students. However, no one knew better than anyone that he had witnessed Dumbledore How close to death.

And just thinking about it was enough to make the Gryffindor savior sweat coldly.

It was this idea that made him suddenly realize that the meaning of Dumbledore's existence might be far greater than himself - that is to say, the name "Albus Dumbledore" has become the biggest spiritual pillar of the justice side.

Today, however, he's standing right here, calling the shots.

This is great, Harry thought, gripping his wand tightly, and wandering his eyes to the Slytherins who had just entered the Great Hall—it was easy to see that the juniors were gone, and Pansy Parkinson, and that Blaise Zabini - oh, and there's Daphne Greengrass, the woman in those high heels that could almost crush Fred - are you all right, Weasley Ma'am, you look like you're gasping for breath.

"The evacuation will take place in three hours. When Professor McGonagall returns from her task, she will complete it with Madam Pomfrey, and they will send you to a safe place—before that, I hope you Be calm, keep your strength calmly—for the war will not end immediately before dawn."

Dumbledore's speech continued——

"I hope that the deans can play your role, and start to gather people from your college now. Please report to me the list of missing or absent members at the first time, oh, Mr. Malfoy, because our Snape Unfortunately, the professor can't come in time, maybe you can be willing to be the interim dean."

The decision might cause a little commotion, but I can assure Merlin that no one in the hall seemed more supportive of the appointment than Professor Slughorn.

"Yes, Professor." Draco said lazily. He waved his wand, and a piece of parchment appeared in front of him. All the names who had taken refuge in the Dark Lord were written one by one on the parchment floating in the air.

At the other end of the auditorium, because Professor McGonagall was not present, Mr. Ron Weasley, the prefect who was also in charge of counting the names of the absent members, blushed and stuffed the tattered parchment, ink bottle and quill pen back into his school bag, and stood beside him. Hermione beeped impatiently, and waved her wand under Ron's adoring eyes, using a spell that was exactly the same as Draco's.

"I emphasize again, please maintain your strength, we will send you to a safe place in three hours—"

"——What if we want to stay and fight?!" A red-haired Gryffindor quickly rushed up to the table. He stepped on the table with one foot and held up his wand. He raised his arms and shouted, "We will stay and fight—"

George Weasley's words drew considerable applause.

Even on the Slytherin side, Draco put on a terribly hypocritical smirk, and his silver-gray eyes playfully looked at Gryffindor who was charging and stepping on the long table. Clap your hands for encouragement.

"Come down, George!" Amidst the cheers and applause of the crowd, Hermione blushed and raised her hand to try to grab her triumphant boyfriend, "——you came here to fight, and you have dropped out of school!"

Dumbledore glanced at Gryffindor with a smile, "Third year and above, if you are old enough to deal with it, you can stay."

The cheers got louder.

The scene looked more like they were going on an outing than fleeing for their lives.

Scorpius was sitting at the long Slytherin table, propping his chin, narrowing his eyes slightly, trying to find his family in the chaotic crowd--suddenly, the expression on his face paused.

Immediately, the face of the fourth-year Slytherin became terribly pale. He was clutching the shirt in front of his heart, and his breathing became heavy and difficult. The chair slid to the floor - and at the same time, there was a commotion from the Gryffindor side, and the sound of Ron shouting "Harry" made it almost easy to guess what was going on.

The souls suppressed by the soul-locking technique suddenly became restless. They seemed to be about to come out, more like they were eager to merge with something. Scorpius felt that the lost part of the soul was in a corner of Hogwarts It became agitated, it was probably affected by another soul fragment-slightly pushed Draco's hand away, and Scorpius stood up with the edge of the long table.

"The Dark Lord has come."—