[HP] Noble

There's been some really big news in the wizarding world lately.

On a dark and stormy night, with a loud cry in St. Mungo's closed delivery room, Sirius Black and Severus Snape actually had a daughter!

——This is definitely the most shocking news in the magic world since the Dark Lord's downfall!

From pregnancy to childbirth, the two former Hogwarts professors kept silent. Facing the intense interviews of reporters, they never admitted or pointed out who was the one who was responsible for the birth of the child, as if they had made an agreement.

However, there is no doubt that from the black hair of the newborn little princess and the high nose that seems to be carved out of the same mold as Professor Black, it can be seen that this child has unintentionally fused the genes of the Snape family and the Black family.It is rumored that this historic breakthrough child will be named as the "Black" family and will be included in Hogwarts' enrollment list after 11 years. She will even disappear in the main house. Brought back to his own home, although he still regards it as a daily routine to quarrel with his son who seems to never grow up, but now, the former address of the Order of the Phoenix, Black Mansion, has finally added some vitality.

Oh, let's pull the camera back, don't disturb other people's happy life, let's straighten our eyes, and formalize the topic we need to discuss -- what does this mean?

It shows that the field that the magic world has been unable to cross for many years has finally been involved-the birth potion that same-sex couples have been waiting for for many years has finally been invented!

……

"Mr. Snape issued a statement that the childbirth potion is still unstable due to its efficacy. It can be said that the probability of success is very low, and the side effects are not yet clear. The research is still in progress. When the properties and ingredients of this potion are completely stable , he promised to send the formula to the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic for testing, and then announce it to the public..."

In the office of the head of Slytherin, a dry voice read the report on the Daily Prophet one by one, Scorpigret propped his chin with one hand, and his face was full of interest—"'The side effects are not yet clear', oh , It’s really a decent way to say it, a belly twice the size of a Quaffle grew on a man, and the blood was overwhelming during childbirth, and the smell of blood almost covered the entire floor of the hospital—”

"You're exaggerating." Behind the desk, the current Slytherin headmaster and Potions professor, who was concentrating on grading papers, did not raise his head. He stretched out his sleeve-length fingertips and stroked his platinum-blond forehead hair, lightly Said, "Even a normal woman will bleed during childbirth. In fact, everyone was quite calm that day, only you were so scared that your eyes were straight."

"Hehehe, Sirius almost jumped off the building when the nurses inside asked for more nurses to prepare for the hemorrhage. That's also called 'quite calm'?" Throwing the newspaper in front of the Potions professor, Scorpius Holding the desk with both hands, staring at the lover.

"Excuse me, get out of the way, boy, these third-year brats need commenting on their test papers tomorrow."

When Draco took away the newspaper blocking his work with a helpless expression, Scorpius showed a thief expression and said with a smile: "Draco."

"Don't think about it."

Scorpius stared: "I haven't even said what I want to do!"

He was answered with a sneer from the head of Slytherin.

With his butt pouted, Scorpius lazily occupied more than half of the solid wood desk, which forced the Potions professor in the office to helplessly pick up the parchment he was correcting in his hand, and then continued to focus on it. Carrying on with his work - although out of the corner of his eye he could see that some fifth year Slytherin's dangling ass was an eyesore.

"Draco, let me tell you, if you're so unafraid of blood, and you think it's not difficult to hang a Quaffle on your stomach every day..." Scorpius dragged out his voice, trying very poorly to coax his professor , "Why don't you ask Professor Snape for a bottle of that birth potion?"

Without raising his head, he gave another mocking sneer, and Draco rolled up his sleeves—the person lying on the table immediately changed his face and swiftly flew to the place farthest from the desk: "I'll just make a suggestion! Why do you still want to hit someone!"

Glancing slowly at the watch on his wrist, Draco said blankly, "I'm just checking the time."

Scorpius poked his head out from the sofa: "What about the fertility potion?"

"It's almost curfew time, Mr. Prefect, has anyone told you not to hang around your busy professor's office and try to disturb him in every possible way, or at least ask you to do something serious, such as patrolling."

"Really don't think about it? If you give birth to yourself, it doesn't matter if the first son's surname is Malfoy!"

"...Go and patrol."

"For the sake of the child, it can even reduce the chance of my grandfather, who has been kept in the dark until now, knowing the truth and killing you—"

"one two three--"

boom.

The door was slammed shut, and the door that was still vibrating at least showed how embarrassed and anxious the person who left was. "Hiss, run away, run away~" "Every time you use so much force, hiss, you annoying little devil~" On the gate, two little silver and blue snakes hissed and spit out their cores Grumbling, sliding slowly and finally re-entangled.

With a soft click, Head Slytherin's door was locked again.

When the room was restored to its original quietness, the young platinum noble sitting behind the desk moved, and ruthlessly scratched a huge "P (failure)" on the last piece of parchment in his hand. Standing up, rubbing his brows lightly, Draco looked around the office in a daze.

Finally, those silver-gray pupils were fixed in a delicate wooden box on the stove.He thought for a while, as if he had thought of something interesting, he raised the corners of his lips, and took the small wooden box off the stove. It was a box of the latest Floo powder recently announced by a magazine. Safer, faster, and with a faint rose scent——I squeezed a small handful and threw it into the stove, the raging green flames were reflected on the young and handsome face of Head Slytherin, and the next second, he He walked into the stove expressionlessly.

……

When Draco came out of the stove and stood on the carpet again, he was surrounded by the Black Mansion, which had clearly been refurbished months ago with great effort.

In the living room, only a few ever-burning lamps were secretly dug out from the walls of Hogwarts at some point (...), Draco remembered that when Professor Black did this, he cheerfully and confidently said that it was called "Old Employee Benefits".Even though it was winter, the house was still very warm—the baby crying and the faint arguing upstairs at least showed that he was not too late.

Draco lifted his feet and walked across the living room like a graceful cat. At the end of the corridor, old Mrs. Black had returned to her picture frame, her hair was neat and tidy again, and at this moment, she Leaning gracefully on the edge of the photo frame, she was obviously not that surprised when she saw the arrival of the platinum aristocrat, just like all elderly people like to do, she smiled as if she knew everything, "I know you Will come, child." She said gracefully, "If my naughty son who will never grow up can be half as mature as you... Oh, it's hard to imagine his childishness, he is obviously a father."

"Good night, Mrs. Black." Draco smiled.

"Go up, they're all up there," said Mrs Black. "Good night, Draco."

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were working silently, and the curtain hanging in front of the photo frame was gently closed—this curtain was once one of the main contents of the quarrel between the mother and son of the Black family, and Sirius thought it was Black Mrs. still didn't forgive his symbol, and Mrs. Black thought that this was just a little privacy time that a lady must have.

As Draco got closer and closer to the master's bedroom, the quarrel came through more and more clearly—"Stupid dog, get your furry paws off my daughter's face, stop trying to pinch her you I hurt her, if you don't know how to hug her, give her back to me—"

"Of course I will, Severus, get out of the way, is there any reason why a father's nest can't pinch my daughter's little cheek?"

"Stop laughing, you fluffy creature that doesn't go out without a brain! If you can hold her, she won't be crying like this--crying to die, please, put your right arm down, you're touching her neck !"

"...Okay, okay, let's put it down——Okay, my little baby, you have caused me to be accused innocently, so stop crying oh oh oh oh darling—"

Draco stood at the door and listened for a while, until his godfather impatiently asked in the room "the one standing at the door, please don't sneak around".

He opened the door and walked in.

The two adults in the room didn't even give him a chance to say "good night" and quickly got into the next quarrel - but this time the topic was somewhat related to them.

"Have you spoken to Kyle Grace about this, dear Severus," Sirius said with a disapproving glance at the young noble standing lazily by the door, holding his daughter, "maybe he Not ready to be a grandfather - oh, what did you hit me for?"

"Because you're stupid." The former Hogwarts potions professor hissed, his voice full of sarcasm, "Of course I mentioned it to him, and he said it didn't matter, it's just that Mrs. More time to communicate."

"Why can't little Malfoy come by himself?" Sirius said dissatisfiedly, "And didn't you say that the potion has not been researched yet?"

"You think I'm as stupid as you, don't you, Blake! Will I eat something I'm not sure about?" Snape raised his eyebrows, "That's just a rhetoric to the outside world! Rhetoric! No one can take it easily Twelve months of pregnancy, if those people bought my potion just for novelty, and then regretted doing so after actually conceiving life—”

Sirius smiled like a sneaky cat: "Oh, I don't see that you still have the heart of the Virgin Mary, Severus."

Draco looked up, in the dim light, he could only vaguely see his godfather's face was livid, as if he was ready to pounce on this desperate Blake at any time--however, after taking a look at the other party's arms After talking about the endless baby, he didn't do anything, but swiped his hand silently, turned to Draco stiffly and said, "What you want is in the second drawer!"

Draco nodded, thanked softly, he walked to the cabinet containing the items he had been waiting for for a long time, when he tried to pull him away, he found that his hands were trembling uncontrollably—— "Don't be so stupid, Draco," said Snape quietly behind him, "Your father wouldn't like to know that his son peed his pants the moment he saw the birth potion - at least Lew Hughes showed his calmness before you were born."

Sirius pricked up his dog ears, and happily took up the topic: "What! You mean that annoying old peacock used to pee his pants in front of the delivery room?"

"No," the former potions professor smiled sarcastically, "I'm afraid you're the only one who can do something like pee your pants, stupid dog."

Sirius: "..."

……

Leaving Black's main house, with the sound of flames cracking on the plaque, the current Head of Slytherin of Hogwarts returned to his office - the office was obviously empty, and he looked up at the wall clock on the wall , Draco was satisfied that he had only been away for twenty minutes.

When he sat back behind his desk and carefully locked the wooden box containing three test tubes of transparent blue liquid into the small cabinet next to his desk, the door of the office was pushed open again—a black Slytherin stuck a head in.

"The patrol is over, Professor Malfoy." Scorpius said mockingly, "Any other orders?"

"For now, no." Sitting behind his desk, Draco said flatly, "Good night, kid."

"Good night, I'm leaving... I'm really gone, don't you want to keep me?"

"You've been with me for three days this week, and today's only Thursday," said Head Slytherin without changing his expression.

"...Damn, who cares! Good night! See you!"

The door was slammed shut again.

"Hiss, run away, run away~" "Every time I use so much force, hiss, annoying little brat~"

Gently raised his hand and tapped it in the air, and all the oil lamps in the warm Slytherin head's office were instantly extinguished.Only the crackling fire was left to reflect on the handsome young face behind the desk.

In the darkness, he showed an unprecedented gentle smile.

"Good night, my boy."