[HP] Noble

The moonlight finally showed its face from behind the dark clouds. Although it was still snowing outside the window, it did not prevent the moonlight from shining through the window into a dark corridor—yes, darkness.Apparently, Helga Hufflepuff's guardian spell had been broken, and the eternal candles that lit automatically at sunset on the castle walls had finally fallen silent.

When the moonlight shone in front of Ravenclaw's lounge door with the movement of the clouds, a faint voice sounded, lazily and effortlessly hearing the sarcasm in the words--"I didn't expect that you actually took the initiative The one who asked me to show up to the woman."

"Don't be silly, Draco." Another voice said with incongruous relief, "That's just a ghost."

The Ravenclaw common room was in front of him, and Scorpigret poked his head out for a look. When his lover complained endlessly, he turned his head back in good humor and glanced back at the disgruntled Slytherin: "Everyone is at their post ready to fight, how can you be picky about your job as the head of a Slytherin?"

It was the famous Slytherin prince, Mr. Draco Malfoy, who was accused.At this moment, he snorted noncommittally, and punitively pressed the black-haired fourth-year Slytherin lightly with his slender fingertips, "Wait," he turned his head and looked behind him with a blank expression The three Gryffindors who were also full of anticipation said, "What the hell, don't you even have anything else to do?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong Malfoy, our job is to stand here and record all the secrets that Ms. Gray said word for word." Hermione brushed her hair and said without changing expression, Ron Weiss Len and Harry Potter stood behind her and nodded frantically.

"Hush—" Scorpius lightly pressed his index finger on his lips, and made a silent movement.And this action seemed to arouse the interest of another Slytherin present. After sweeping away the unhappiness on his face before, Draco raised the corners of his lips, and couldn't help reaching out his fingertips to touch Scorpius' soft lips.

"..." Scorpius slapped his hands away, "Don't mess around, Draco."

"I'm not exactly happy with the job you've found me, boy, in fact I even had other plans before that." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Okay." Scorpius turned around, and rudely pushed the senior Slytherin against the wall and took a bite on his lips, "Go, goodbye."

Everyone: "..."

Hermione: "Don't hum, Ron, it's none of your business."

Ron: "Harry is humming, I swear."

Harry: "I didn't hum, Ron, if you did it, why didn't you admit it? Hermione, remind me, you also have a big gasp."

Only Draco walked out with the corners of his lips pursed in satisfaction. Directly in front of him, a slender ghost was floating out from the wall near the Ravenclaw common room through the wall. Nick or the bloody Baron, her movements are light and elegant, and she looks very quiet.

Surprisingly, she stopped when she saw Draco, but she just looked at Draco without saying anything.

The Prince of Slytherin walked through the corridor, stopped at a safe and unfamiliar distance from the other party, he bent slightly, and saluted in an ancient and strange gesture, which was almost never seen by everyone. Unseen ancient etiquette, his voice was soft and gentle: "Ms. Gray?"

As said before, this beautiful Ravenclaw ghost was haughty and cold, she looked at Draco, nodded, but said nothing.

"Helena, I need your help."

Hearing that ancient name that no one had evoked for a long time, the corners of Mrs. Gray's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but soon, she returned to her original indifference. She sneered, slowly "My name is Gray Ravenclaw," he said slowly.

Draco didn't care what Mrs. Gray said: "Did you hear that man's voice? Helena, he's back."

The corners of Mrs. Gray's lips twisted into a cold expression, "It has nothing to do with me." After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

"It's really nothing to do with you? The Slytherin cellar has been soaked in the Black Lake, and we're standing in the dark corridor talking - yes, blind, Helena, Slytherin and Hufflepuff Qi's blessing has been destroyed by the Dark Lord, and the one who told him where the root of the guardian curse lies is you."

The corridor suddenly fell into silence, only the ear-piercing whimpers of the wind blowing outside the window remained.

Hiding behind and listening to the crowd in the corner: "..."

Scorpius: "Draco is possessed by a ghost?—Even Potter can do better than him!"

Ron: "At least we can see now that he's really tired of the job."

Harry: "Whether he can do it or not, replace me!"

Hermione: "Scorpius, it's really impossible, use your method to trap Mrs. Gray."

The Slytherin who was called by his name hesitated for a moment, nodded lightly, touched the dragon leather pocket tied around his waist, and took out a charm to bind ghosts from it—it seems a bit impolite to treat a lady like this, Si Kopi thought, but there seemed to be no other way?

However, before he had time to think clearly, the next second, he suddenly turned around.

"The descendants of Abraxas are just as annoying as he himself. When he cheated me of my real name, he promised me not to tell anyone." Mrs. Gray snorted, and then said , the ghost's cheek part seemed to become less transparent, "Tell me, Malfoy, what do you want?"

"I want you to make up for the mistakes you made," Draco said without hesitation.

"I didn't make a mistake."

"The horn of war has already sounded, Helena." Draco said lightly, "You heard that man's declaration, and the soldiers are already approaching the city. We could have had more opportunities, but your leak made us lose took that opportunity."

"Yes! I told Riddle two of the secrets of the four guardian spells!" Helena Ravenclaw suddenly became agitated, and she immediately retorted, "It's all my mother's fault—she ended up She has never made mistakes in her life, but she never thought that she would make mistakes—if my mother hadn't asked Baro to come to me, he wouldn't have stabbed me to death because of a failed courtship. In this castle that should have been decayed long ago, true love has never been met! ——Barrow, he regrets? Oh, what’s the use of regrets, he deserves it! He deserves it! student, he never took the initiative to ask me about the whereabouts of Ravenclaw's diadem, he chatted with me at night, whether it was deep winter or hot summer—"

"But it turns out that he is still using you." Draco frowned slightly, as if he couldn't stand Mrs. Grey's provocative confession, "Baro is looking for you everywhere, even though all the ghosts are hiding."

Harry: "Really?!"

Scorpius: "...It's fake, I remember Barrow was with Pansy and the others."

Harry: "..."

Mrs Gray looked shaken.

"Tell me about the remaining two charms, Helena," Draco said softly, becoming extremely convincing every time he did so, "and then you go to Baron, You will be bound to Hogwarts forever, even if this castle becomes a pile of ruins and sand, you will never be able to leave here, and the only one who will also be unable to leave here is Barrow."

Lady Gray: "But he killed me!"

"he loves you."

"I'll never forgive him, you don't understand how it's when a cold sword goes into your chest—"

"You're going to die one day," Draco said deadpan, "I can't figure out why you hated him for so many years for that alone, girl."

Harry: "He actually called her a girl."

Scorpius: "...there is no lower limit."

Ron: "And I think Malfoy is a bit logical - what do you mean 'you're going to die someday' - Hermione, what would you do if it were you?"

Hermione: "...probably slap the person who said that to me."

However, unlike a fresh life, for ghosts who have been wandering for hundreds of years, the meaning of death seems to have become far away—so long ago that Helena Ravenclaw found that she could not remember it when she really mentioned it. What on earth is she resenting - that has become an invisible and vague thing, which only exists in her consciousness, but it is not real.

For all those waiting, the silence that followed was unbearably long.

"Where is he?"

Finally, Helena asked softly.

"Any corner of Hogwarts," Draco said irresponsibly, "I told you, he's looking for you everywhere."

"The curse of Ravenclaw is inherited on the crown of Ravenclaw. As long as you get the crown and put it in the hands of a real Ravenclaw, the curse will appear. Before she died, my mother bestowed The vitality of all items in the castle—that is a life spell of unprecedented scale." Helena returned to her indifferent expression, "The crown has been taken away by that person, but I didn't tell him the secret."

"Thanks, that's enough." Draco said indifferently, "What is Gryffindor's Guardian Charm?"

"..." There was a short silence, "I don't know, I'm so sorry." Helena Ravenclaw said softly, "I really don't know what Uncle Godric did, but it must be the last of you Believe me, he was always a nice guy, upbeat and singing—until Uncle Salazar left."

Draco raised the corners of his lips slightly, got what he wanted, and finally became kind and elegant again: "It sounds like a long story."

"Yeah, very long..." Helena actually showed a slight smile, her eyes moved away from Draco's face, she lost focus and fell outside the window, her voice sounded erratic at this moment ...

"You're going to keep their Hogwarts safe, aren't you?"

"I thought you hated it here."

"This is also the place where I grew up. You are right. I hate this place and want to leave." Helena said, "But I find that every year the freshmen still make me look forward to it. If it is not like this, I probably won't be a Ravenclaw ghost."

"uh-huh."

"By your last name, Malfoy, you will guard Hogwarts well."

"I've only ever guarded what's mine, ma'am." Draco smiled lazily and turned away, "But I think so, we'll do our best to guard it—"

"Swear again, in the honor of 'Malfoy'."—