[HP] Noble

Draco: "..."

Scorpius: "What's wrong?"

Draco: "Next time before we have sex, remind me that you're still a kid who can read 'magpie poems', and then I'll..."

Scorpius: "What will you do?"

Draco: "Stop, probably."

Gryffindor Golden Trio: "..."

"Oh." The headmaster of Hogwarts touched his nose.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows: "Okay, shut up Draco—don't worry about it, I can't fully understand it, you know, these words... These words have become some words for me now. Very vague general meaning—I can guarantee that if you can call a child under the third grade, he will be able to tell you more information contained in this sentence—uh—”

"That's enough." Draco rubbed his lips reluctantly against the warm lips of the fourth-year Slytherin, and said vaguely after a pause, "...I wanted to do this just now—go back and take this A note hanging over the bed, boy, until you wake up one morning and announce that you can't read a word... Although I don't think I have that much patience, give it a try - by the way, you develop Really slow."

In the corner of the hall, Mrs. Great covered her mouth gracefully for everything she accidentally saw: "Oh my God."

The old man Wen turned his head in a corner of the hall: "What's the matter, Bihua—hey, did I see my presbyopia—I seem to see that kid kissing my grandson."

Mr. Great, who was also in the corner of the hall, was expressionless: "Uh... this is noble etiquette, Dad."

Pulling the tie of the man who was about to retreat, Scorpius took the initiative to lean up and quickly pecked the lips of the Slytherin prince, sighed and compromised: "Whatever you want, I wish you success in abstinence, Your Highness .”

Mrs. Great in the corner of the hall: "..."

Old Man Wen in the corner of the hall: "What about now?!"

Mr. Gretel, who was also in the corner of the hall: "...It's still aristocratic etiquette, it's obvious."

Hermione: "Well, uh—"

Dumbledore: "What a heartwarming moment? ... Well, allow me to interrupt you, it's time to go, boys ... Is Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets - er, how do we fill it with water?" ?”

Ron shrugged. "Whatever, maybe turn on all the taps and fill them with water?"

"Hey, cheer up, brother." Harry said sympathetically, patting Ron on the shoulder.

Ron: "Even Professor Dumbledore is incoherent. Why are you asking me, Harry?"

"I'm just discussing this matter with you very seriously, my dear Mr. Weasley," said the old headmaster without changing his expression, "I'm not incoherent—Obviously, Mr. Great and Mr. Malfoy are well known, Uh, logical."

"If we can get Astoria," Scorpius said, sure that he didn't want to listen to a group of Gryffindor men and women discussing their love affairs, and went straight to the point, "Obviously, except Longbottom Husband and wife, the Dark Lord has also firmly remembered this sentence in his heart, and it is even more obvious that besides me, there is at least one other girl in fourth-year Slytherin who is equally slow-growing." He glanced at the station while talking. The platinum nobleman on the side glanced at him.

"Oh, at least it means I've never touched her." Draco held up his hands.

"Forget it Draco," Scorpius said smartly with a sarcasm on his face, "we all know that being able to understand magpie poetry has nothing to do with it."

"Okay," Draco put down his hand compromisingly, but insisted without giving up, "but I'm telling the truth, I haven't touched her."

"Astoria can fully understand what this sentence means," said Scorpius, too lazy to talk to the honorable Slytherin interim headmaster, and turned to look at Dumbledore. He held up the note in his hand , "The last time in the Chamber of Secrets, she turned on a certain switch to flood the Chamber of Secrets—we almost drowned there, and the price was that she didn't get what she should have."

"That's why I want to discuss it with you," Dumbledore said kindly, blinking his blue eyes, "I still remember the way I met the drenched students in the corridor yesterday, that one The corridor leads right into the washroom where the Chamber of Secrets is - oh, Mr Malfoy, assuming you've tried to find Miss Greengrass?"

"Well..." Draco looked hesitant for the first time, he nodded, "...probably."

I'm afraid he's just trying to get Astoria back to avenge his father and godfather, poor headmaster.Scorpius sneered, and was about to say something. At this moment, the door of the auditorium was pushed open, and Blaise Zabini poked his head in. After discovering Draco's position, his eyes lit up, and he quickly Walking towards this side——but as he got closer, people could easily see the blood on his body.

"Wow," said the deadpan Slytherin prince dryly. "Looks like it's been a hell of a fight, Blaise."

"That's a difficult little girl," Zabini untied the Slytherin scarf that was stained with blood and turned brown, threw it in a ball on a nearby chair, looked at Draco inexplicably, and said lightly. Said, "When I found her, she was about to walk out of the courtyard to join the Dark Lord—"

"Wait," the headmaster, who seemed to have been silent for too long, interrupted the sixth-year Slytherin, "I assume the 'little girl' you're talking about is Miss Astoria Greengrass?"

Zabini was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows at his boss: "What happened?"

"...a little trouble." Draco replied simply. "You'd better tell me she's alive."

"Do you think the blood on my body is from goblins?" In an instant, the expression on Zabini's face became a little ridiculous, "She resisted fiercely. Already a Death Eater, Draco, I killed her when I found out."

Obviously, Dumbledore couldn't react to Zabini's last words. The old headmaster just blinked and let out a short, hesitant sigh.

It was Hermione who reacted the most: "What?! You killed her! ——but Zabini——she is from your academy—"

"Now a group of people outside are ready to start a war, Granger, Astoria is one of them, in order to see the sun rise next weekend safely, why can't I kill her ?" Draco sneered, "And it seems to be Slytherin's own business."

"Can--"

"Okay, Hermione."

Hermione wanted to say something more, but this time, unexpectedly, it was Harry who stopped her, and the golden savior looked very struggling after a quick glance at the Slytherins and said dully, "He's right, Hermione."

"No, that's not right." Hermione muttered, being stopped by Harry, "If we just raise our wands and kill people casually, then what's the difference between us and those Death Eaters?—"

"The difference is probably 'predation' and 'protection', oh I mean, we probably have some...sounding reasons to prove us right, Hermione." Ron shrugged, and he untied the rubber band and put it back on again. The red hair that became longer overnight, to be honest, he is not very familiar with them, but... "Although it is true that they are all murderers-I am not ready for this mentally, you better not Ask me to do this," Ron said bluntly.

Draco let out a brief sneer before casting a lazy glance at the red-haired Gryffindor.The latter blushed at the sight of him, completely ignoring Hermione's stare and hiding behind Dumbledore.

"The switch will always be found," Scorpius said. "We still have time."

"I'll find it," said the Slytherin prince lightly.

Harry: "Me too!"

Draco: "I'm enough alone, Potter, don't get in the way."

Harry: "If I'm going to drown, there's no reason you'd be any better suited for the job than me—"

Ron: "Oh, I think I might...I mean, you know, after Professor Dumbledore's stabilizing potion, I think I've gotten my bloodline issues under control, and listen, the mermaid swims really well. Come on, I can still keep my hands for all the delicate things—”

Scorpius: "I won't fight with you, gentlemen, go all the way."

"Wait for me in the bathroom, okay?" Prince Slytherin turned around, raised his hand and gently rubbed the side of the fourth-year Slytherin's cheek with the back of his hand, "I'll be back soon."

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy."

Scorpius replied with a smile.

As a matter of fact, when the beautiful silver dragon slammed into the passage back to the bathroom in a rough way with splashes of water, he did indeed see Scorpigret standing on the ground that he could see at the first sight. Place——The first round of morning light came in from the glass of the washroom and sprinkled on the stagnant water. The orange morning light made the dilapidated washroom look radiant.Scorpius stood there with his back to the light, Draco couldn't see his expression clearly, but the platinum nobleman was very sure that this person must be smiling.

Before the big war really comes, maybe we can sit quietly and watch the fairy tales for a while. The ending of the fairy tales is like this--when the morning light comes, the silver dragon's long tail and sharp fangs are the first time it leaves the water. The teeth disappeared, and the handsome Slytherin prince reappeared in front of everyone. He was silent, and put the golden crown in his hand on another Slytherin's head.

"Good day, Your Highness."—