[HP] Noble

"Scorpius, you didn't sleep well last night? Do you recognize the bed?"

At the edge of the long breakfast table, a fourth-year girl poked her head over to ask the black-haired Slytherin sitting on her seat with a gloomy face—it's a pity that the person whose name was called had his head down at this moment, and his head was not up. So I missed the excessive concern in the eyes of the fourth-year Slytherin girls.

"I'm fine." Scorpius raised his head and smiled at the girl. When the girl blushed and shrank back to his seat, he scratched his head, covered his mouth with the back of his hand and yawned cautiously— —

In fact, Scorpius did not get a good night's sleep last night.

Of course it wasn't because of the ridiculous acceptance of the bed, nor was it because of the so-called "bad mood", but because, after Mr. Slytherin finally gave up on doing something to his dormitory door and walked away, in order to replace His class, No. 20 minutes after Draco left, His Majesty the King of Slytherin's royal falcon, Salazar, landed steadily on the edge of Scorpius's window sill with a piece of parchment hanging on one of its paws, and then I stood there tirelessly raising my paw and knocking on the window all night.

To make matters worse, the big fat cat raised by Scorpius also rubbed against the window, and played a duet with Salazar through the window, barking all night.

When the two animals finally got tired of working together, Scorpius finally got quiet, and the alarm clock rang.

When Scorpius lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, he wished he would never say a word to Draco again in his life.

Above, that's it.

At this moment, when Scorpius was listlessly holding a silver fork and aimlessly grinding it at the edge of the breakfast table, someone next to him pushed him, and the black-haired Slytherin looked up and found that he Sitting next to him is Reinhardt, the eldest son of the Milton family, a third-year Slytherin student, and his father seems to work in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic... Well, it probably is, Scorpius flipped Eyelids, he found that he would never be able to do what Draco did, pointing at someone casually and memorizing his ancestors back and forth within three generations.

"Hey! Scorpius, don't be slouching - you can't imagine, I got a good thing from home." Reinhardt blinked, the excitement was written on his young face, and he didn't wait for Scorpius to do it. Before answering, he took out his schoolbag from under the table, and then took out something from it——

Scorpius first glanced at the things in Reinhardt's hand absently, but after this glance, he was stunned, took a breath, and the black-haired Slytherin stared wide-eyed: "This ...This is not... wait, Reinhardt, where did you get this thing?!"

At this moment, what the third-year Slytherin is holding is a bottle of exquisite hourglass, with ancient characters and scales of unknown meaning engraved on both ends of the hourglass. The hourglass is different from ordinary timers, and the inside is hazy with smoke. Just like the stars in the vast universe, when it shakes in the hands of Reinhardt, those shining beautiful stars flow slowly along with layers of milky white smoke surrounding them...

This is a time-turner.

As far as Scorpius could remember, all the Time-Turners were smashed during the Ministry of Magic battle with the Death Eaters in his third year.

"Don't be so nervous, Scorpius," Reinhardt blinked mischievously, "Listen, this is just a failure I got from my father's office-yes, the Ministry of Magic they are re- Research and develop a new time converter, with lower security and higher accuracy of time placement, but there is no doubt that in my hands, this is only the first batch of poor failures, so it will be rejected Allowed to be taken out of the Ministry of Magic by researchers as a sample."

"...I think that even if the head of the Department of Mysteries had prepared these things to leave the Ministry of Magic and enter the researcher's house, he probably never thought that this thing would leave the researcher's house and come to Hogwarts." Scorpius Talking dryly, he took the hourglass in Reinhardt's hand, feeling cold in the hand, staring at the liquid substance, almost fascinated, when he spoke again, he heard his voice a little hoarse, full of A strong unease said, "Listen, Reinhardt - before you get your father's Howler letter, you have to hand this thing over to... to Professor Malfoy, or Dumbledore, or whatever Which professor... this thing, even if it is a waste product, is not safe."

"Hey, it's very safe," Reinhardt retorted, raising an eyebrow, "I've been playing for a summer vacation, and it's not safe to sit here!"

"Listen, I have a strong unease..."

"I heard that your grades in prophecy were not very good, Scorpius. I heard Blaise say that Traorini never gave you more than a good grade."

"..." Oh great, I remembered, this guy is also Blaise Zabini's cousin.

"Anyway, take it easy, Mr. Prefect!" Reinhard snatched his baby back from Scorpius' hands, stuffed it back into his schoolbag, and began to talk left and right. He changed the topic, and finally his eyes fixed On the teacher's seat, "Scorpius, did you notice that Malfoy was a little 'golden' today? The girls looked straight."

Hearing the name, Scorpius' eyelids twitched, he paused, turned to look at Reinhardt, and corrected with a serious face: "Professor Malfoy."

"Oh come on," Reinhardt waved his hand, "I can't accept this role change."

Well, I used to call him Draco, but now I don't just call him "Professor Malfoy".Scorpius curled his lips, raised his head and glanced at Draco who was sitting on the teacher's seat with a casual smile as if he was possessed by Professor Snape. Nodding his head, he nodded silently at the side of the plate with his fork: "That's an overuse of the Radiance Charm."

"What?" Reinhardt blinked, seemingly unresponsive.

Scorpius showed a lazy smile: "Oh, to put it simply, the dark circles under the eyes are a bit heavy-our dean had insomnia last night, tsk tsk, guess why?"

"Because you two had a fight?"

A burst of bloody speculation.

The smile on Scorpius' lips collapsed, he turned his head and looked at Reinhardt raising his eyebrows: so obvious?

The other party nodded solemnly.

Scorpius sighed, looked down and dragged out his timetable, and found that the first class assigned to him on the timetable turned out to be History of Magic, and he could take this opportunity to catch up on sleep—and Draco, Scorpius remembered that he seemed to have mentioned yesterday that the first class today would be Potions class for Gryffindor and Slytherin in the third year...

"..."

Raising his head, he glanced at Reinhardt who knew nothing beside him and was immersed in the cheerful atmosphere of the first day of school, and Scorpius suddenly expressed sympathy from the bottom of his heart.

……

History of Magic is still taught by Professor Spencer. He is probably the longest-serving professor at Hogwarts. He emphasized the importance of History of Magic to the fifth grade students—oh, of course it wasn’t that the ghost professor suddenly remembered that he should pick up the dignity of being a teacher. He emphasized this only because he was in the fifth grade. History of Magic will be one of the compulsory subjects for students' upcoming OWL exams.

He couldn't have all his students get a P (poor) or worse in this subject, not everyone was Hermione Granger or Draco Malfoy after all.

What is more surprising is that after finishing a series of emphatic matters, Professor Spencer did not touch the textbook, but turned around and wrote on the blackboard. Scorpius looked up and realized that he It is actually about the creation history of Hogwarts—in Scorpius’ knowledge, there has never been a class of students who have learned something other than book knowledge from Professor Spencer’s mouth. Even according to rumors, the ghost professor in front of him and the ghost of Ravenclaw are people of the same age—in other words, he has actually met the four founders of Hogwarts.

[Before 993 AD, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was established.The European society at that time was extremely hostile to magicians. This situation led to the decision of the four most talented wizards at the time to open a wizard training school away from Muggles. These four wizards were: Godric Gryffindor , Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Helga Hufflepuff.They should also live in the 10th to 11th centuries AD.A few years after Hogwarts was founded, Salazar Slytherin built the Chamber of Secrets at the school and eventually left the school. 】Scorpius quickly wrote down the items on the blackboard in his notebook. He looked up and looked around, and found that many students also woke up from the drowsy state, and they seemed a little interested——

"Remember these years, during last year's battle, some of you have truly seen the 'blessings' left by the four founders." Professor Spencer floated off the podium, eyes wandering aimlessly, "So, I am very worried that the Ministry of Education will put this part of your exam papers this year-oh, although I don't want to mention it, it is too far away for you after all-however, last year's battle was so exciting Unforgettable, as long as the people who were there at that time should never forget, the whole lake and forest came to life in the magic of Slytherin, those statues woke up from the castle of Ravenclaw, and the lights of Hufflepuff , the Battle Lion of Gryffindor..."

Professor Spencer turned and stared at the students—

Unprecedented, he amplified the volume: "You should remember this!"

All the students sitting in the classroom were slightly taken aback.

"Maybe the exam will really mention it." The voice returned to its original volume, and Professor Spencer floated back to the podium again, "Now, please turn the book to the first page, and let us look at the syllabus for this semester... ..."

After a small commotion among the students at the beginning, when Professor Spencer began to explain the outline of the textbook, the commotion gradually subsided, and when the students once again fell asleep under the flat, undulating volume of Professor Spencer , the door of the teacher was pushed open from the outside heavily——

Scorpius jerked violently, his face slipped from his hands, and hit the table heavily.

"Ouch!" Scorpius frowned, clutching his nose that hurt from being smashed, and raised his head to see who was the guy who disturbed everyone's dreams——

Surprisingly, the figure who walked in was tall and thin, with a white beard hanging down his chin that almost reached his stomach. He walked quickly, his hands and feet were so nimble that it was impossible to tell that he was old. Those blue eyes The eyes were hidden behind the crescent-shaped glasses, and the emotions were unpredictable-the students looked at the visitor with some surprise, and some couldn't figure out why the visitor appeared here.

"Albus?" Only Professor Spencer standing on the podium, his transparent body turned milky white, "What's the matter, Mr. Principal?"

"According to the timetable in my hand, the fifth grade Slytherin should be here, Professor Spencer," Dumbledore said politely, turning his head, his eyes searched among the students, and finally, his gaze stayed on Si Copi, "And now, I have found the person I need to find—Mr. Gretel, now I have to take the liberty of interrupting your study, please come with me."

The people around were whispering, Scorpius pointed to his nose, a little confused, but he still stood up, threw all his textbooks and parchment into his schoolbag, grabbed the schoolbag, trotting towards Dumbledore—

He heard his own heartbeat.

Although Dumbledore hadn't even told him what happened.

But Scorpius began to have a strong premonition of uneasiness - when he ran to Dumbledore, he was even tripped by the price hike under his feet because he was walking too fast.

Dumbledore grabbed Scorpius' shoulders, and the two hurriedly left the History of Magic class one after the other. Scorpius followed Dumbledore and turned to look at Dumbledore: "What's wrong, Headmaster?" gentlemen?"

"We're in trouble," Dumbledore frowned. He led Scorpius forward quickly, and said quickly in a soft voice, "A student brought contraband magic into Hogwarts. Ci, he hid him in his schoolbag—”

Scorpius' eyelids twitched.

"During Potions class, the thing reacted with some potion ingredient and the whole thing blew up - very sadly, Professor Malfoy was next to him at the time, and he only had time to give The student cast a protective spell..."

My heart sank suddenly.

At that moment, the heartbeat stopped.

Scorpius stopped abruptly. He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. After a long time, he found his voice with difficulty: "...What's wrong with Draco?"