[HP] Noble

The individual wards in Hogwarts' medical wing were full of people like never before. It seemed that they came to Hogwarts directly from their office in the Ministry of Magic as soon as they got the news. At this moment, Lucius · Malfoy stood beside the hospital bed with his thin lips tightly pursed, his face was very ugly, the man who usually pays attention to his image didn't even notice that the dust from the stove was rubbed on his shoulders, he just lowered his head, Frowning at his son——

At this moment, the young and only heir of the Malfoy family was lying on the white hospital bed. He had not suffered any external injuries. In fact, when the thin quilt rose and fell with his breathing, the young platinum noble It even looks like it's just sleeping.

Mrs. Malfoy was sitting on the edge of Draco's bed, sobbing softly.

"—I express great regret for such an accident. Hogwarts has been re-established, and many protective magics of the castle have not been fully restored... Therefore, I am very afraid that the Potions classroom as a relic of the battlefield is an omission in our work part of it, we hardly guessed what kind of magical creature stayed here, causing the entire space of the magic classroom to be distorted..."

"Get to the point, Professor Dumbledore." Scorpius carefully brushed away a strand of hair in front of Draco's eyes. He frowned, not even caring about politeness, and had to interrupt the old headmaster's eloquent exposition.

At this time, Scorpius's whole head was almost empty. He couldn't imagine that before this, he was arguing with the young man in front of him for some boring things. Yes, just an hour ago, he didn't even Would like to say "good morning" to him, and now, Draco lies here, unscathed, but he can't seem to open those beautiful silver-gray eyes to look at him anymore-

Draco seemed to fall into an endless sleep.

Thinking of this, Scorpius felt as if all the blood in his body was about to flow out of his heart, and then evaporate into the air.

"It's memory."

The old headmaster's hands trembled a little, his blue eyes that always had a smile finally lost their usual smile at this moment, he glanced at Scorpius and Lucius, blinked guiltily, and when he spoke again , the voice also seemed a little uncertain——

"I guess, due to the reaction between the time twister with unknown magical ingredients and some kind of potion, the potion classroom, which was already unstable in space, was opened up to a new space. Within five seconds, Mr. Malfoy lost part of his memory, and after his memory was disconnected, his body's skills automatically entered a certain protective state, so he fell into a deep sleep."

Dumbledore's words moved Scorpius' hand on the back of Draco's hand slightly.

"Too many uncertain terms," ​​Lucius said softly, as if afraid of waking something up, "so we can't do anything, Dumbledore."

There was sarcasm and slight anger in the voice, but when Lucius spoke, his eyes never left Draco from the beginning to the end.

At this time, Green Ward, who had remained silent all along, put his hand on the shoulder of the old headmaster. Compared with Dumbledore's obviously guilty and sad mood, he seemed much calmer. He glanced at Lucius and patted Patting Dumbledore on the shoulder, he said slowly: "And I happen to be an expert in this field - separation or combination, yes, Mr. Malfoy, I can accurately range the part of your son's lack of memory to him11 During the period from the age of 13 to the age of [-]."

"Oh," Mrs. Malfoy sniffed softly, "but..."

"No but, ma'am," Green Ward's eyes sparkled, "I said yes, and there will be no surprises."

Lucius finally looked away from his son: "How do you know?"

Grimm Ward raised his eyebrows. Obviously, the eccentric former Dark Lord was not ready to answer this question. His hand on Dumbledore's was slightly tightened, as if silently reminding the old man that it was his turn. speak-

"Because during the summer vacation, he was involved in the restoration of the Time Turner," Dumbledore explained softly and slowly, "assuming you can trust him, I think, we can continue to discuss how to help little Mr. Malfoy retrieve Memory problem, I can't watch my potions master lie in bed forever..."

"This question needs to be discussed, Dumbledore." Lucius' pupils shrank slightly, as if he had been touched on some unspeakable point, he raised his eyebrows, looking arrogant and indifferent, "I will give my son to you, and you It made him look like this the next day!"

"Okay, Lucius," Mrs. Malfoy wrung up her handkerchief helplessly, her face was pale, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, "now is not the time to quarrel... oh no, please..."

"I fully understand Mr. Malfoy's anger," Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, which made him look unusually old, "and I will do my best to help Mr. Malfoy find that lost memory, The wrong compensation for all my omissions, to get everything back on track."

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It is very similar to what happened last year when Scorpius lost part of the three souls and seven souls-according to Dumbledore's theory, a person's memory exists forever, the memory of the past exists in the past, and the memory of the future will also exist at some point in the future.

They are like certain real substances that have been fixed at a certain point in time since they occurred at that point in time.

Dumbledore's so-called compensation method is that there must be someone who, with some magical components in the damaged time twister, returns to the time when Draco's memory was lost, and then accompany him all the time, and restore those Collect all the memory points of the year, and then divide the memories of these mobile phones into two parts, put one part back to Draco in that time to maintain the balance of space memory, and bring back the other part through the time twister Now, back in Draco's mind—

It's like the skin culture transplant surgery in Muggles, using the same part of the memory of the same person, diluting it, and then filling it into the faulty memory chain, so that the entire memory chain will not completely lose its function.

"People who go back to that point in time must keep in mind that apart from collecting memories, nothing can be fundamentally changed." Dumbledore carefully emphasized—in his memory, Draco was in the first and second grades. Many things happened, including in his second year, when Harry passed the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk, he discovered Voldemort's first Horcrux - the diary.

This is crucial. If one is not careful, once the outcome of the matter changes, no one can guarantee what kind of threat this will pose to the current time and space.

"Of course, Dumbledore." Lucius raised his eyebrows, "I will be careful."

Mrs. Malfoy looked up at her husband abruptly, blinking in surprise, "Oh, Lucius, you mean..."

The man with the same hair color as the young man on the hospital bed moved his thin lips, obviously about to say something, but at this moment, he was interrupted by a low and slightly hoarse voice——

"—no, I don't think Mr. Malfoy meant that, Mrs. Malfoy."

Lying beside Draco's bed, Scorpius, who didn't make much noise from the beginning to the end, looked at Draco's sleeping sideways eyes, the black pupils didn't even blink, until he felt all the grown-ups in the room. His eyes were all focused on his back, Scorpius stood up, and looked at everyone in the room with calm eyes: "I will go and bring back the missing memory of Draco myself."

"Two years," Dumbledore added softly, "under the effect of the time twister, the time here will take three months... If you insist on doing this, I will notify your parents , at least, they have the right to know this - because you are underage, maybe I need their consent."

"It doesn't matter," Scorpius pursed his lower lip, his black pupils were shining brightly, "no matter whether they agree or not, no one can stop me."

"And you don't have to do it, Mr. Gretel, if I do..."

"I could stay with Draco for two full years as a student."

Scorpius stubbornly raised his neck, looked into Lucius' eyes, and looked at the pair of silver-gray pupils that were exactly the same as Draco's. The heart of the black-haired Slytherin seemed to be beaten hard , suddenly tightened, which made it difficult for him to even breathe. At this moment, he felt that he had almost lost his ability to organize his speech. In the end, he couldn't even say any convincing words, so he could only emphasize dryly: " I can do it, Mr Malfoy."

After a brief silence, the current Patriarch of the Malfoy family showed an expression of compromise like never before. He lifted his hand from the delicate snake-headed staff, stretched out his gloved hand, and put his glove on calmly. He took it off, and when she was beside him, Mrs. Malfoy's tears flowed again, and he patted Scorpius on the shoulder: "Of course I believe you can do it, Mr. Great Great—bring Draco back .”

Scorpius let out a shallow breath, his tense body relaxed, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Draco's thin jaw: "Oh, three months, maybe when we come back, we can still catch up Say 'Merry Christmas'."

The intimate and warm gestures among the young people moved the hearts of the adults present.

Mrs. Malfoy wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and she was even more thankful that she had never misjudged anyone. Since the first time Draco told her about his favorite object in order to reject the marriage contract of the Greengrass family, she had been so supportive of him. Son - she believed in Draco's "believe".

And now, their "belief" has been confirmed.

Time travel is full of uncertainties and unknowns. When the time-space converters of the Ministry of Magic were all destroyed in the war, it is a test of courage for a person to travel through time and space for up to two years. .

And the black-haired young man in front of him was the one who stood up immediately besides Draco's father—oh no, if Lucius hadn't said a step first, maybe he would be the first among them Just the moment the decision is made.

"When do we start, Professor Dumbledore?"

"I've sent people to contact the Ministry of Magic to make relevant applications," Dumbledore said mildly, looking at Lucius. "With the help of Mr. Malfoy, I believe they won't make us wait too long."

Lucius pursed his lips tightly. After taking a deep look at everyone in the room, he turned around and strode to the fire, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and disappeared behind the dancing flames without looking back.

"Before you arrive at your destination, I think I need to go for a walk," Dumbledore looked at Scorpius and blinked, "Your identity and a series of other matters, I need to understand the 'I' said to remind... oh, the worst thing is, to me who was anxious about facing Voldemort's resurrection seven years ago, I can't say a word about the current victory in the war."

Dumbledore's words finally brought a smile to Scorpius' lips: "I hope you don't face a hostile you holding a wand the first time you step out of the stove, Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh, don't worry." After everything was properly arranged, the old headmaster finally let go of his worried look. He even raised his hand and patted the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor standing behind him in a consoling manner. After exchanging glances with Green Ward, Dumbledore's blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon glasses finally regained their usual brilliance, "Obviously, even if time goes back seven years, I have already passed that time." The impulsive age when you see an identical self and immediately pull out your wand."

Scorpius smiled silently.

A few hours later, when the lights came on, it was time for Hogwarts students to enjoy their dinner.

Scorpius waited for his family—

It was inevitable for Ms. Wen Bihua to hold him and cry bitterly. Fortunately, although his face was not pretty, Mr. Great rarely said anything to stop him, but only lightly warned: "Be careful when you pass by."

When Ms. Wen Bihua continued to cry and hugged Mrs. Malfoy, Dumbledore had already returned to the medical wing with the same hourglass as the time twister that Scorpius had seen at breakfast—he was old after all, The old headmaster, who hadn't had a sip of water for a whole day, looked a little tired at this moment. He carefully turned the instrument used to collect Draco's memories into a ring, and handed it to Scorpius——

Scorpius lifted it up and looked at the silver ring, a snake connected head to tail, with a delicate green gemstone in the middle.

"Oh, this is good." Scorpius praised.

"If it wasn't for that old guy Green Ward reminding me, I'm afraid I would turn it into a lion pendant," accompanied by the two ladies crying, Dumbledore had to pretend to blink mischievously to adjust the atmosphere, Dumbledore's eyes wandered, and finally landed on the prefect badge on Scorpius' chest, "And obviously, I convinced myself seven years ago, Mr. Gretel, that when you arrived seven years ago, you You will find that you still retain the right to use the Slytherin Prefect badge."

"Merlin's beard, Draco knew he would be mad, but I actually waited until the day when it was on Draco's head." Dumbledore's words made Scorpius curl his lips.

Dumbledore pushed away a little, and under the moonlight, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world raised his wand like a dead branch, and the moonlight poured in from the window, shining on his long white beard——

Scorpius felt another person coming behind him—without turning his head, he knew that it must be the old Dark Lord who had washed his hands, and now the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—

Oh yes, what could be safer in the world than having these two wizards escorting them at the same time?

After giving his parents and Mrs. Malfoy a hug, Scorpius only felt that his whole body was bathed in a warm light——

Immediately afterwards, he only felt that the air around him seemed to be completely compressed, as if he had been folded by a person and stuffed into a kaleidoscope that was always spinning, and the world was spinning. This feeling is really not better than using Floo powder for the first time Where to go, and then he felt himself hanging in the air—subconsciously clutching his wand tightly, listening to the wind whistling in his ears, he was being moved fast with his hands and feet bound, and he could almost hear his heart beating—

In a panic, Scorpius lowered his head, only to see that the silver ring on his left middle finger was shining brightly.

Until the surrounding light became more dazzling, followed by an upside-down vigorous flip, Scorpius felt as if an invisible giant was pulling his body to restore him to his original appearance, and the surrounding sounds became more and more clear , as if someone was talking in a low voice, someone was shouting loudly, and more importantly, someone was cheering and applauding——

With a bang, Scorpius was slammed heavily on a hard chair!

The brunette Slytherin groaned and almost jumped up when his ass was hit so hard—

But when he opened his eyes, he unexpectedly found that everything around him was so familiar, bright lights, high magic roofs, exquisite silver tableware, and the surrounding environment that seemed to be so warm forever—surroundings, full of land. Sitting in two rows of students wearing sweater jackets with Slytherin badges—

He was actually sitting in the auditorium!

Scorpius stretched his neck anxiously and looked around, only to find that the people around him didn't seem to be surprised by the sudden addition of him—as if he was sitting here in the first place!

Just when Scorpius couldn't figure out why, beside him a brown-haired Slytherin whom he didn't recognize at all stretched his neck and smiled at him: "What's the matter, Gretel, making such a bloody expression!"

"...Me?" When his name was called suddenly, Scorpius opened his mouth inexplicably, but still shook his head stutteringly, "I, I'm fine!"

"Relax, Mr. Prefect." The boy retracted his head with a smirk, and then shook his head helplessly, "It's not the first time I've watched the opening dinner."

Opening, school opening dinner? !

Scorpius stared at the tableware in front of him, and for a while his brain couldn't turn around—didn't the school start dinner be held yesterday?

At this moment, he suddenly heard the entire auditorium fall into a brief silence——

The black-haired Slytherin swallowed his saliva, subconsciously followed everyone's gaze and looked up the auditorium, but the people he saw made him completely stunned...

Those silver-gray eyes full of pride, beautiful and dazzling platinum-blonde hair, and a face more delicate than a doll--not as tall as the person in memory, but when the child who focused everyone's eyes, he was familiar with Scorpius The kind of pride and want to take it for granted when striding to the heights with high strides...

Scorpius only heard his own heart thump, and suddenly regained its beating strength!

When the little brat with platinum-blonde hair put the worn-out hat on his head with a face full of disgust, the hat screamed loudly the first time it touched the top of the brat's head——

"Slytherin!"

All around, there was unusually warm applause from the long Slytherin table——

"Okay, we have a Malfoy, although this is a matter of course!" The boy who had talked to Scorpius turned his head and said with a smile, completely ignoring that the person he was talking to was struggling to get out of it at this moment. In some kind of shock that was more explosive than Jiutian Xuanlei.