[HP] Noble

On the side of the long Gryffindor table, the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead also burned. The pain was as if someone had grabbed a handful of invisible needles and pierced his brain—warm, crowded, with high The auditorium on the roof disappeared; around him, the anxious and panicked faces of Hermione, Ron, and other Gryffindors also disappeared, and his vision suddenly became wider—through the clean windows of the auditorium, Passing by the tall cast iron gates, past the winged stone boar statues on both sides, and past the deserted and windy Quidditch pitch.

At this moment, the Savior of Gryffindor felt that he was standing on a high place--it was very close to Hogwarts, almost entering the campus--he could see the whole brightly lit castle, and his heart Full of anxiety and urgency—he realized how much he wanted to enter and get close to this familiar and desirable ancient building, as if he had returned to many years ago when he first entered school and looked at this place from afar. The expectations and ambitions of building a castle.

The huge silver-white python slumped lazily on his shoulders, and he stared at the castle, his heart filled with the coldness and determination before the massacre.

……

Harry finally knew, his mind was swapping with that person again - he was starting to panic, he realized that he didn't want Voldemort to see anyone around him who cared about him - no , he couldn't let Voldemort know——when the whole body became warm again, and the starry sky roof of the auditorium came back into his field of vision again, Harry found that he was lying on the cold ground.

Surrounded by people, strangely enough, none of them asked him what happened—Ron was holding his arm tightly, maybe all his attention was on Harry a second ago , and at this moment, he was looking around in horror, his face was pale and bloodless - a huge voice resounded through the entire auditorium, the voice was cold, clear and deep, but unexpectedly full of morbid longing, as if A young man is slowly telling a creepy love story—【——Your efforts are useless.You are not my opponents, Hogwarts is my alma mater, I respect each of my mentors, and I am full of kindness to each junior, I don’t want you to bleed——] Harry: "... Ron?"

Ron: "Shh, Harry, listen to—"

[Hand over Harry Potter.Hand over Slytherin house. 】

Voldemort's cold voice hovered over the auditorium, shaking everyone's eardrums.No one spoke, and most of these underage children stared wide-eyed. They never thought that they were so close to the war for the first time... No, they seemed to be standing in the very middle of the war.

[I will give you two days, before the sun rises the day after tomorrow, everything will be over. 】When Voldemort's last syllable completely disappeared in the auditorium, the silence once again engulfed everyone.Everyone seemed to have been cast with a silent holding spell, and they froze in place, some looking at the Slytherins at the other end of the hall, and many more, turning their heads and staring at Harry in silence .

The entire auditorium was silent as if everyone had died.

Until finally someone screamed unbearably, which seemed to break the deadlock—the crowd became commotion, some people were still pale but their eyes were empty, but more girls trembled and hugged each other, they couldn’t No matter how stiff he was, he looked around in vain just like at the beginning, as if he was afraid that the Dark Lord would suddenly appear from somewhere.

Daphne, who was standing at the Gryffindor table, didn't even look at her, and without hesitation, she hugged a little first-year girl standing next to her who was crying endlessly, and stuffed her into her arms: "...Oh, Merlin's beard, It's messed up. I never thought in my life that I would offer to hug a Gryffindor... Okay girl, why are you crying-- Potter didn't cry... and me, I'm a Slytherin-- Do Slytherins understand? The ones on the list."

"Hey girl, I'm a Gryffindor too," said Fred.

"You're an expelled Gryffindor, Mr. Kuroto." Daphne said with a smile, "It's hard to imagine, I don't know what the Dark Lord wants us to do-but listen to Fred, I have a good moral Girl, if the Dark Lord points his wand at me and asks me to open my thighs to him, I'll bite my tongue and kill myself—”

Fred, then, looked moved.

On the contrary, Mrs. Weasley, who was standing not far away and heard every word of this remark, cast a horrified glance at Daphne.

Equally unflappable, like Daphne, are most Slytherins.

Scorpius elbowed Master Malfoy, who was sitting upright and expressionless beside him: "Did you hear that, the Dark Lord said that he wanted Slytherin."

At this moment, the person Scorpius was talking to was tapping the table rhythmically with his fingers.

"No."

...The above is the answer given by the Acting Head of Slytherin without hesitation while continuing to suffer from facial paralysis.

When Scorpius was still digesting His Royal Highness's domineering answer, an unusually loud voice suddenly sounded from the crowd—"——We can hand over Slytherin!"

Scorpius: "Seo!"

Draco's hand knocked for a while, and finally, he gently put down his hand, raised his head slightly, and his calm eyes swept across the entire auditorium in the shortest possible time, and he found the daring man almost effortlessly ——Because the crowd around that person immediately moved away from him, they all turned their backs to the entire Slytherin desk and turned to that person, more people stood up, they silently faced that person—and spoke standing in the center, looking completely terrified—

"I, am not—"

His lips moved feebly.

"Thank you, Mr. Hilt." Standing at the top of the auditorium, Dumbledore said slowly and indifferently, "But I don't think we intend to hand over anyone."

"It's actually a Ravenclaw." A sixth-year Slytherin next to Scorpius lowered his voice, "I even did group exercises with him in Charms."

"Ah," Draco said meaningfully, "garbage doesn't have a house, just like good people."

The speaking Slytherin was slightly taken aback, and looked at Gryffindor subconsciously. When he saw most of them drew out their wands and aimed at the Ravenclaw Gryffindor, he was silent for a moment, and finally nodded solemnly. .

"... just in time quality education," Slytherin said when the Slytherin walked away from the long table to say hello to his Gryffindor-studied cousin, who hadn't exchanged half a punctuation mark in six years. Copi moved closer to Draco and lowered his voice, "Maybe you are really qualified for the position of Head Slytherin—"

Draco curled up his lips lazily.

"Anyway, in terms of intensity, you and Professor Snape should be on par."

Draco's lips fell back down.

When they were talking, Dumbledore was asking all the students under the third grade to gather at the prefect, and most of them refused to even move—this made the old headmaster have to get off the podium aggrievedly and personally Drive those underage students - Gryffindor:

"We don't need to use crowd tactics, Mr. Pass, you are not a real lion, and you don't need to hunt in groups."

"It's enough to have seniors here, dear Mr. Rose——no, no, no, even if you have learned to use the bleeding spell, if you stand up uncooperatively, I'm afraid I will have to talk to McGonagall in a while. The professor sued that her students were secretly learning the dark arts—"

……

Ravenclaw:

"Of course we will start school as usual next year, Miss Alice, what caused you to have this doubt? The Ravenclaw common room will always be open to you—"

"Okay, I guarantee their safety and I won't hand them over, Miss Wirm—of course, Mr. Zabini will be safe too. I also had a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin in love when I was young, and later They got married successfully--as the headmaster, I wish your love to be answered, my lovely girl."

……

Hufflepuff:

"... Your companion's departure does not mean betrayal, and your staying does not mean sacrifice. My lovely little gentleman, your safety and well-being is the initial motivation for us to move forward fearlessly."

"Don't cry, oh—I'm not good at this, Miss Avisa, stand up now, your prefect is waiting for you at the other side of the table."

……

Slytherin:

"I'm so glad you reduced the workload for me, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore looked around at the Slytherins who were only in the fourth grade and above, and looked at Draco's blue pupils in the half-moon shape. Behind the glasses looked very bright, "Then, happy cooperation."

"Pleasant cooperation, Professor."

Standing in front of the smiling headmaster, Draco nodded politely and distantly with a calm expression.

When the young students came out in a file, the whole castle trembled once again, using magic to hang in the air on both sides of the auditorium, one of the flower pots used for Christmas celebration was affected, and the whole thing fell from the air, It shattered on the ground with a loud crashing sound.

"Coordination is out of control - oh, too bad," said Dumbledore softly, "after Salazar Slytherin, another founder - Helga Hufflepuff's guardian spell was broken. "

When Dumbledore said these words, there was a green light outside the window, and a huge skull slowly rose in the real sky outside the window, and a giant python symbolizing the power of darkness flashed from the open mouth of the skull.

The Dark Mark appeared, and the war officially began——