[HP] Noble

"...remember the song of the Sorting Hat? Oh, 'I yearn for extraordinary intellect and endless knowledge. I want my students to pass on knowledge in this field from generation to generation. Under my protection, objects with history will With life, now I let them sleep, and one day they will wake up—'" Watching the giant boulder monster flapping its wings away, Scorpius was surprised from ear to ear, "'Items with history', 'sleep' and 'Wake up', we should have thought of it a long time ago—what a straightforward expression, compared to Gryffindor's vague blessings, Ravenclaw is simply the conscience of the industry."

"Huge, unbelievable life spells, dark magic with blessings, from ancient dark elves—it's really beautiful, isn't it?" Luna's ethereal voice came, and at this moment she had completed the entire opening blessing "I knew it was right to enter Ravenclaw, and I'm proud of my house."

"At least Dumbledore will be happy," the Slytherin prince leaning on the edge of the tower moved, the wind fluttered, blowing the hem of his cloak, "Now we have an extra large enough army out of thin air." army."

At this moment, Draco was looking down at all the changes in the campus below the tower—those statues and ancient armors were moving, the stone statues tore off the vines that covered their bodies, from the tall Jumped off the walls; clattering armors were lining up in neat steps out of the open castle main gate - some of them even missing heads or one leg due to the naughtiness of the students. Shoes, and now, holding aloft their sharp rapiers and shields, they have become Hogwarts' first line of defense.

"Now I believe Filch is right occasionally," murmured Ron, lying on the edge of the tower watching what was happening below, "if I knew how it turned out, I swear I'd never be in the hallway." Fighting or chasing and fighting."

"You shouldn't take off the heads of the armor and throw them down for fun..." Harry muttered, his face also full of disbelief.

"Have you ever done this?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows and looked at the two impromptu Gryffindors in disgust. "It's really funny, Potter."

"Now is not the time to go after these two idiots, Scorpius." Hermione raised her voice, and now, her expression and her voice were perfectly unified—at least Scorpius thought Hermione was using practical The language and body language clearly expressed that she was sincerely proud that she had never been in the same boat as Harry and Ron, "We must go to inform Dumbledore of the good news... although we can't rule out that he has already noticed it Everything, I mean, he's the principal of this school after all."

"It would be better if he tried to explain the situation to all the panicked students." Draco frowned, and he turned and led everyone away from the top of the Ravenclaw tower.

"What?" the red-haired Gryffindor asked his companion in a low voice, as they sprinted downstairs, with Ron and Harry the last.

"So the armor isn't meant to be an accounting for what we normally do?" Harry's voice became a little panted and jolted as he descended the stairs so quickly, "Listen Ron, at least for me personally, if When I was in the hallway preparing for battle with all my heart, the armor around me moved. My first reaction should not be 'great', but to reflect on what I have done in the past few years. I paid for what I did."

The tense nerves were finally relaxed, Ron snickered, and was about to open his mouth to tease something, when suddenly a voice from behind interrupted him—"You are the only ones who can do strange things with armor, Potter " Scorpius slipped through the gap between Ron and Harry like a loach, and caught up with Draco who was walking in the front without looking back.

The two sixth-year Gryffindors were dumbfounded.

Harry: "Damn Slytherin, can't he be polite to seniors? By the way! When did he get behind us?"

Ron: "I don't know... I mean, what qualifications does the person who blew up half of the auditorium have to blame us? Isn't he afraid that the long table in the auditorium will smash his head in the first second?" And pull off your own table legs?"

Harry: "Don't get mad, Ron."

Ron: "I didn't, and neither did you, keep calm, man."

……

When the group re-entered the main Hogwarts castle, they were delighted to witness the screaming students in the corridors dodging to the side of the empty corridors to make way for a rushing crowd of tables and chairs.

"...Oh, I hope they won't be offended that I've etched into them the exact time of the goblin uprising."

After watching off the batch of tables and chairs that had just rushed out of the History of Magic classroom, Ron muttered in a low voice, and hurried back to the warm auditorium after his companions—the scene that came into view immediately, I have to say, let the just now The returning warriors felt a little... consternation.

The auditorium was still warm and well lit.Everyone who was originally scattered around gathered at the front of the auditorium where the teacher's long table was originally placed. Dumbledore stood among them. A long sword was drawn from the sorting hat.

"What is this?" Scorpius watched as Dumbledore pulled out the shiny ruby-studded sword from the worn-out hat as if by magic, "The magic show of General Mobilization before the war?"

"That's Godric Gryffindor's sword, only a real Gryffindor can pull his sword from Godric Gryffindor's hat..." Draco gave Scorpius a disgusted Yu Guang, "You should read more books, boy -- no matter how bad you are, you can also read "Hogwarts, a School History". There are pictures and descriptions of the relics of the founders of the four colleges."

The people around were whispering because of the appearance of Godric Gryffindor's sword-everyone seemed a little excited, especially some Gryffindors present-whether they were still in school or had graduated , or...the ones who were fired halfway.

"Cool," muttered Fred Weasley.

Daphne: "Oh, yes, really, it's just right for chopping wood."

Fleet: "You can't resent Gryffindor's sword just because Slytherin's pendant is ruined and deformed, girl."

Daphne frowned and glanced sideways at her boyfriend: "I don't have any dissatisfaction, it's a sincere compliment, how can you doubt me, red hair?"

Fred: "What's wrong with being red? Does having blonde hair make you feel superior?"

Daphne: "Yes, it is, gold is a symbol of nobility - now I am talking to you with a sense of superiority."

Seeing that a war about color was about to break out, before others came forward to stop it, without warning, the two hugged each other like brown sugar and kissed together—as their kissing The solemn dubbing is Professor Dumbledore's serious speech -- "If we have witnessed the birth of Voldemort, then we have the right to witness his demise --"

All the people stopped what they were doing, and they looked at Dumbledore with expectations in their eyes.Scorpius tiptoed curiously to look, and then in front of Dumbledore, he saw the Holy Grail belonging to Hufflepuff that should have been placed in the Lestrange vault.

Next, Harry Potter was called by Dumbledore's name. When everyone looked back at him, he obviously didn't realize what happened. Everyone made way for him, and he stepped forward in a daze. Then came to Dumbledore's side - until the old headmaster handed over the bright Gryffindor sword from his hand to his palm, Harry blinked and seemed to realize something.

"The fangs of the Basilisk, the sword of Gryffindor—the only two items in the world that can damage Horcruxes." Dumbledore raised his voice, and at the same time, put his hand on Harry's shoulder. A small movement finally brought everyone's attention to Harry—"What a cunning old man." Among the crowd, the leader of Slytherin smiled faintly, "Did you see, what we want to witness Not the death of the Dark Lord, but the birth of a hero."

"Why did he do this?"

As Potter raised Gryffindor's sword aloft and stabbed Hufflepuff's gold cup, Scorpius watched intently, unwilling to miss every second of what happened.

As the wicked, thick black liquid rose like smoke from the broken golden chalice, the crowd shrieked and retreated, and the dark lord's angry growls and groans of pain rang out over the auditorium--just as if It came from far away, and what was closer to the ear was the excited cheers mixed in the middle of this commotion.

From the beginning to the end, the Slytherins stood where their long table was supposed to be - away from the crowd, and they watched everything that happened without saying a word.

"There's no reason," Scorpius heard Draco's calm voice whisper in his ear, "it's what Potter should do."

The Slytherin leader bent down and lifted the wooden box that had been lying at his feet.Before the thick black smoke had completely dissipated, he walked towards the middle of the farce expressionlessly, put down the box, took out the Ravenclaw diadem from inside, and put it at Harry's feet.

"Thank you, Mister Malfoy, for everything you have done and sacrificed for."

The blue eyes of the old headmaster shone with gentle light behind the half-moon-shaped glasses, and he slowly said words of thanks with unprecedented sincerity.

"Malfoy never loses money in business, Headmaster."

Prince Slytherin, who had put his crown on, straightened up, stepped back to the side, and glanced at Gryffindor who was standing aside holding his sword. He smiled lazily with the corners of his lips curled up, and raised his palm at 45 degrees Facing down, she gracefully made a gesture of invitation.

"After the war is over, I'll remember to add the interest, Mr. Headmaster."

When Gryffindor raised his sword high and stabbed at the second Horcrux, standing among the chaotic crowd, the faint voice of the leader of Slytherin sounded——