[HP] Noble

The wall full of fruit paintings in front of him was divided into two, and Draco walked into the kitchen with his feet almost without hesitation - the next second, the tip of a magic wand touched his temple.

"Who? Put down your wand."

In the darkness, Pansy's tense voice sounded because of nervousness.

"It's me, Pansy." Draco said calmly, "If it was Death Eaters, they wouldn't just let you hold your wand to your head and tell you honestly who they are—oh... ..."

Draco's words were interrupted by the Slytherin girl rushing into her arms, and Pansy almost rammed herself into Draco's arms like a wild bull, and then hugged his neck tightly with both hands—a sound There was the sound of the wall closing, and this was the first thing Scorpius saw when he stood up straight, "Wow," said the fourth-year Slytherin with a smile, "Did I bother you?"

"Oh, Scorpius." Pansy let go of Draco, rushed over to hug Scorpius, and kissed him loudly twice on the face without hesitation, "It's just good to see you."

"Okay, let him go, Pansy."

Draco said not too gently, and then reached out to separate the two Slytherins who seemed ready to hug endlessly.Pansy pushed away a little, it was almost dark again at this time, some of the setting sun from the window shone on her face, the black-haired Slytherin girl casually rubbed the back of her hand on her face, But it failed to wipe off the fireplace dust that stained her delicate makeup.

"The kids are fine," Pansy said quickly, leading Draco and the others around a corner and into the interior of the kitchen, "except that at first they were reluctant to go into the place where the house-elves slept. ——Oh, I can understand this feeling, for them, this place is no different from a pigsty, messy and dirty, but I told them, if they want to survive, they must be rolled in by the old lady..."

Pansy talked non-stop, her eyes flickering, and she seemed to be trying to avoid certain topics.

Draco glanced across her face calmly, then nodded, and asked lightly, "Is no one lost? No one hurt?"

"No." Pansy gave Draco a strange look and shook his head.

"We didn't either." Draco said immediately.

Then they could easily see that Pansy's movement stopped, with such force that it almost broke her thin neck. What happened, after a moment of silence, Scorpius saw Pansy tremble slightly.

"Merlin..." she whispered, her voice unsteady, "they're all alright, aren't they? Zabini, Daphne, Lifantania... oh, even Goyle and Crabbe? Damn people, are they all right?"

"Everyone is fine, Pansy." Draco stretched out his hand and stroked the Slytherin girl's hair reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, it's almost over, now I'll take you back."

In fact, the biggest trouble in the war has just begun.Scorpius stood aside and watched Draco, not trying to catch his lie, because he probably thought the same as Draco rarely - telling the truth now would do no good other than cause panic.Not noticing the unnaturalness on Scorpius' face, Pan Xi, who was completely relieved, stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of his red eyes, and his voice finally sounded less tense—"Oh, our place is actually not completely smooth. Except that little Fizela was almost pierced by the broken glass in the corridor because he ran too fast, and the blasting spell seemed to contain a curse. The wound was small, but the blood flow couldn't stop—I simply bandaged him .”

"Still bleeding?" Draco asked lowly, as they finally reached the closet where the house-elves slept - the house-elves were nowhere to be found except for a mess of torn tea towels There were still some slobber pockets, and rustling noises came from the dark fireplace. When Scorpius and the others walked in, it was almost easy to see the junior Slytherins crowded in the fireplace They—the senior Slytherins and their approach made them press closer together—and they didn't relax until they could see who it was.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Great."

A boy with a little childishness came from the fireplace, his voice was full of composure and composure, but it unexpectedly made people want to respect him.

A little boy with a simple bandage on his ankle climbed up from the crowd, his robe was scratched a few times, and the wound on his foot made him walk with a limp, and the indifference on his face The expression made people involuntarily resound Draco in the lower grades.

He is the Fizela mentioned by Pansy earlier, the current leader of the second year of Slytherin.

"Come here, Fizela." Draco glanced at his feet and pulled out his wand, "We have to stop the bleeding for you now, and then we must get out of here immediately, those things may have been driven away by the smell of blood On the way here... I can only hope that the bloody smell in the castle can confuse them for a while—"

"Those things?" Fezera asked softly, "What do they mean?"

"Some...uh," Draco looked at Pansy, who had a stiff back beside him, "Relax, Pansy, there is no one here to blame you, if you continue to be so nervous, you will be in St. Mungo's before the battle is over." Neurology Department - Some bloody undead were released from the canyon by the Dark Lord, ordinary doors can't stop them - the hall of the auditorium has been placed with a safe barrier by the Orientals, now I have to take you there Go, Scorpius, give Pansy some cow's tears."

While Scorpius sprayed Pansy with cow tears, the whole kitchen was silent, no one dared to speak - this must have been a good preschool knowledge of the Slytherin children, any of them Know what the distant term blood-colored undead stands for.

Draco's movements were quick, and the curse on Fizela's feet was quickly lifted, and the wound healed immediately. He stood up straight with some unsteadiness, and was about to say something, when Pansy suddenly made a sharp sound. The scream broke -- "What's that? -- Draco!"

The goosebumps all over Scorpius' whole body were made to stand up by Pansy's scream, and he almost rolled and crawled. He came to Pansy's side. At this moment, the Slytherin girl was standing at the corner, her expression Palely looking in the direction of the tightly closed kitchen door - Fizela, who couldn't see anything, was a little confused, but because he was too young, he still firmly grasped the corner of Draco's robe.

"Go back to the fireplace," Draco ordered, "and don't do anything until I tell you to come out."

At the door, a scarlet undead broke in at some point—the good news is that there is only one.Maybe it got separated from the main force while advancing, and entered the kitchen unintentionally, or maybe it came all the way along with the faint smell of blood. Its empty eyes surveyed everything in the kitchen.

Even Draco, whose face looked a little indifferent at this moment, was somewhat surprised—in the past, his descriptions of the blood-colored undead only stayed in various books, and none of those books could describe in detail What exactly does this cursed undead creature look like.

Most of them are speculated to be the appearance of human beings at the moment before death, and some people speculate that their appearance is similar to that of dementors.

And Draco finally found that these guesses were wrong.

The scarlet undead held a rusty shield in their hands—the patterns on it that had become blurred seemed to be a kind of totem, which was probably the symbol of the king they served to before they died.It held a broadsword in the other hand. There was no muscle in its hands or face, only the outline of a white bone remained. The two eyes became creepy black holes. When they breathed When they are in the air, the cold air will come out from their original nostrils, and the place sprayed by this cold air will be frosted due to freezing.

Now, in the suffocating silence, the blood-colored undead didn't seem to realize that it had been exposed to the eyes of some people. According to its habit, it walked around the long cooking fire with very light steps. Light, so light that there is almost no sound-but if you pay attention, you will faintly hear the sound of their armor rubbing against each other.

When it started to move, Draco and the others also started to move silently, Pansy covered his mouth tightly, his widened pupils were full of fear, squatting beside Prince Slytherin, Scorpius frowned: "There seems to be something wrong with these ghosts... There should be no sound when the spirit body moves."

"Yes," Pansy said tremblingly, "Bloodman Baloo is covered in armor, so he walks silently."

"So they are living souls." Scorpius said as he fumbled for the dragon skin pocket where he put the talisman, "The method of dealing with Peeves may not be effective for them-they are souls whose bodies have not completely rotted, the Dark Lord must I found some way to seal up their bodies, so as to drive them—oh well, I don’t know what to do now.”

It seemed that he had become a little puzzled that the prey had bypassed the area where he was about to attack. The blood-colored undead paused, its head slightly tilted, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"This crooked head looks a bit like my gray ball." Scorpius sneered.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "You're still thinking about your cat!"

"The relaxed atmosphere helps me to think," Scorpius smiled awkwardly, "he poked his head out, stood up quickly when the undead was not paying attention, and quickly reached out and touched a handful of sparkles from the stove. Shiny forks—”

"It's from Slytherin." Looking at the Slytherin logo on the silver fork in his hand, Scorpius weighed the fork in his hand, and then stuffed it to Draco, "Come on, Your Highness, it's time to show Your transfiguration spell - turn it into a Slytherin sword for me... well, just kidding, I want a wooden sword, mahogany, just mahogany." -