[HP] Noble

A group of people in white priestly robes came in after Peeves, Scorpius' pupils shrank slightly, he held his breath and his whole heart hung up, at the front of the line he saw his grandfather at a glance - the old man looked He seemed to be in good spirits, although his robe was covered with colorful blood from different species, but from his agility, he could tell that none of the blood belonged to him.

In the team following Grandpa Scorpius, Mrs. Great's long black hair also made her easy to find, probably due to a large movement during the war, her hair was a bit messy, and her hairpin was also Leaning a bit, she looked all right, except for a few inconspicuous bloodstains on her face--too badly, Scorpius found his father hanging from his mother like a big, hulking buffalo. shoulders.

"dad!"

The fourth-year Slytherin screamed and ran towards his parents, Draco almost fell to the ground when he dropped by.

Hearing her son's cry, Mrs. Great's eyes lit up and she turned her head excitedly. After seeing Scorpius, she pushed her husband away without hesitation and took the galloping son into her arms. Kissed the neat face twice, and then began to complain endlessly: "Son, your dad is so stupid! When we came out of the tower, the tower collapsed, and he acted like he didn't see it." Walking slowly, the falling boulder almost cut off half of his head—”

"What! Where's my dad? - Dad?!" Scorpius got out of Mrs. Great's arms, looked back hard, and found Mr. Great who was thrown on the ground behind Ms. Wen Bihua's buttocks. He saw Going up...it's really not good, half of the face is soaked in blood, and the robe is also full of blood spatters—"He's fine, don't pay attention to him." Ms. Wen Bihua rolled her eyes, "It just looks a little It’s scary, the bleeding has stopped, thanks to your mother, my mighty and wise use of a blasting talisman in time, otherwise you would have lost your father—and it’s not easy to tell others that your father was stoned to death?...Think about it It's a shame—"

Mr. Great laughed dryly, took out his wand from his pants pocket, and cast a cleansing spell on himself. The blood on his face was cleaned up, and a hideous wound made by a sharp stone stretched from his temple to the center like a centipede. jaw.Mrs. Great frowned, stretched out her slender fingers to pinch her husband's chin, "tsk tsk" to look back and forth, and finally let go of him to make a pertinent comment: "Ugly is a bit ugly, but it still adds a little bit of masculinity."

Scorpius was about to say something, but suddenly his shoulders were pulled, and he looked back, his grandfather was standing behind him, and behind the old man stood a large group of Taoists, who looked as bold as the underworld, the old man hummed He squinted at his son-in-law with a squint: "Your father is useless, let him rest on the sidelines. Dear grandson, hurry up and tell your principal that the inside and outside of this auditorium have been sealed by me and your uncles with spells." , Those messy and dirty things can’t come in for the time being, we’ll fight back when we think of a solution—”

"What?!" Scorpius was dumbfounded, "Only the auditorium?"

"Only the auditorium," the old man frowned. "Those things came out from nowhere. They were full of resentment and evil spirits. The large-scale formation's mana was too low to stop them. Why, there are still people outside?"

Yes, the lower grades are all outside, it's a bad thing.

Scorpius scrambled to convey the news to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore immediately organized Professor McGonagall, and they were going to go to Hogsmeade Village to pick up the children of the lower grades—the auditorium At this time, the place was crowded with people everywhere, and all the combatants had withdrawn. People were using simple healing spells on each other in groups of three and four, and more people were walking through the crowd with blank faces, trying to Find your family or companions.

Some of them found what they were looking for, and some had to come to terms with the fact that they lost someone important in their life.

Scorpius told Draco about the formation. Prince Slytherin frowned when he heard the news. Scorpius knew that he was thinking of Pansy and the group of Slytherin children she led .

In the chaos, almost no one noticed that the door of the auditorium was quietly opened a gap.

Then the door was gently closed again.

At this moment, the biting cold wind was blowing in the hallway outside the auditorium, and it seemed as if one could hear the wailing of ghosts coming from the end of the corridor. The two Slytherins stood here and had a dispute.

"What are you doing here?" Draco said disapprovingly, "Go back!"

"I can't just sit in the auditorium and imagine you being chopped into a meat paste by things that can't be seen," Scorpius said persistently. "Go together or neither."

Time was running out, and after taking a quick look at Scorpius, Draco leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, turned around and dragged him to run wildly.

"The place where Pansy took the children to hide is a place where Death Eaters would never go—even if Hogwarts is captured, they can escape after the war, surrender or continue to flee." Draco's The tone sounded a little stiff, "But I never thought that the Dark Lord would release those bloody undead."

"What is the blood-colored undead?" Scorpius was out of breath, panting and asked the Slytherin prince who had hardly changed his breathing rate, "You don't know where Pansy and the others are, Where is this going—"

"A group of ghosts who died in the war and were born with resentment and only knew how to kill." Draco quickly explained, "Voldemort broke the ancient seal for them across the mountains and released them from the valley of Erin—"

He stopped suddenly, turned quickly and grabbed Scorpius' shoulders with both hands: "Okay boy, I know you are good at this, now put away your wand and tell me, what can you do to stop these troublesome things! "

Scorpius thought for a while, rummaged in his pocket, and found a small jar of liquid in a black opaque glass bottle. He took it out and sprayed it on Draco's eyes. The Slytherin prince muttered in a low voice , subconsciously wanted to hide, but the fourth-year Slytherin grabbed his chin and twisted his face back: "Don't hide, what are you hiding, I will still hurt you... This is cow's tears, spray it and you can see those undead , we won't plunge into the pile of resentful spirits to die with our eyes smeared—"

He also hit his own eyes twice, and Scorpius blinked and was trying to adapt to the cold feeling. Draco's slow voice sounded in his ears—"If we can see them, they will become Much easier to deal with—”

"Don't be stupid, Draco," Scorpius snorted, "Peeves would have died tens of thousands of times if you had a way to get a spirit to die again—don't worry, If this is the trump card of the Dark Lord, Grandpa and the others will figure out a way, it’s only a matter of time—the amateurs get out of the way, and the professionals come.”

"Your tone is so annoying, boy."

"Oh, I finally felt superior." Scorpius pushed Draco with a smile, "Okay, where shall we go now?"

"Slytherin cellar," Draco muttered, "Pansy left a clue there, I guess she was on a hook by the fire - a game of clues. We always like to play that way.”

"It's full of water—" Scorpius' words were swallowed back into his solitude by Draco's glance, "Well, Draco, your bloodline really came in handy today."

While the two Slytherins were talking, they had already embarked on the road leading to the cellar—they saw nothing along the way, except for the windy corridors seeping in panic, they were lucky not to meet those bloody undead, and they walked out of the auditorium About 30 meters away, Scorpius saw huge bright yellow banners filled with spells. They were hung high in the corridor, and they should be the array that grandpa said before to stop the blood-colored undead.

Hufflepuff's blessing was broken, and the usual long lights on the walls of the dungeon corridor were extinguished, and although it was daytime, the Slytherin dungeon was darker than expected.

The water from the Black Lake poured into the cellar, and the entire cellar was soaked in the bone-chilling lake water.All the way to the lake, even the stairs that usually go down to the cellar were submerged. When the water touched their ankles, the two Slytherins had to stop. The surroundings were quiet, and only the aquatic creatures could be heard swimming in the water. Outdated splash sound.

"It doesn't feel very good." He lifted his foot and shook the water on the soles, thanking the dragon leather boots for their good water resistance, a gust of wind poured in through the broken window, and Scorpius shivered, "You better hurry up , Draco, I'm sure I don't want to stand here alone--and, if my grandfather finds out that I've run out by myself, I'll be beaten until my ass blooms."

Throwing the cloak in his hand to Scorpius, Draco walked into the water calmly.In the faint light of the illuminating spell, Scorpius saw delicate silvery scales gradually spreading upwards from his neckline—then there was a slight sound of water, and with the ripples of the water, Draco disappeared into the darkness in the lake.

Holding up the wand, I can only see the fish that occasionally swim past my feet, and occasionally there will be a relatively large wave of water not far away—maybe those mermaids, or something else—Scorpius headed numbly towards the edge of the stairs After standing still to ensure that he was further away from the water, he discovered for the first time that he still had water phobia.

The wait was long and difficult.

He pricked up his ears to listen to the movement on the water, and had to be alert to the surrounding situation with 12 points of energy. From time to time, he even found time to use a warming spell on himself to maintain his body temperature. In just ten minutes, the fourth-year Slytherin felt exhausted.

He raised his head and looked around a little irritably, Scorpius just wanted to grab anyone by the collar and yell at that person, "If I quit, just go fuck yourself" or something.

At this moment, the surface of the water finally changed slightly.

It seemed that something swam over from the bottom of the water—it was very long—the water surface was scratched by its back——Scorpius was stunned, then he grasped his wand and stood up straight. A cell and a pore are praying that it's a dragon and nothing else, he doesn't know how broken he will be if the water breaks out now is a huge sea snake—crash——

Huge shadows splashed out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

thump.

With a flash of silver light, a glass bottle hit his head.

"what is it call?"

A deep and calm male voice came from the edge of the water, and the voice was slightly panting. It was obvious that the visitor was frozen by the cold lake water.

Scorpius almost burst into tears, and gratefully picked up the glass bottle thrown by Draco. When Prince Slytherin grabbed the wand and used the cold spell and quick-drying spell on himself, Scorpius opened the bottle, From it a little parchment was pulled out - the snake and the servant were in the chicken's den.

Scorpius held up the note and looked at it for a long time.

"What does 'chicken' usually stand for?"

"Read the whole sentence to me."

"The snake and the servant are in the rooster's den."

"I've forgotten about 'Magpie Poetry'." The platinum noble who was wringing water out of his robe showed a mocking expression, "Think again, you can do it."

"I think you're mocking me, Draco."

"...You can think about the place. Usually, in our clue games, the sentences are formed by the two elements of 'character' and 'place'." Prince Slytherin took his robe from Scorpius, "'Chicken' probably refers to a place or something symbolic—"

"Snake and chicken, chicken... place? Noun? Snake and chicken? For example... hunting relationship... food? Kitchen, kitchen?" Scorpius' eyes lit up, "If the servant is talking about house elves—oh , we have to go to the kitchen, Draco! There they are!"

"Look," Draco sighed happily in the face of fourth-year Slytherin's excitement, "I'll just say you can do it."—