[HP] Noble

The 11-year-old Draco Malfoy lowered his eyes expressionlessly and looked at Potter, who was a section shorter than him in front of him, with his pointed jaw still raised high and his head polished with pomade. But Scorpius saw it—maybe in the eyes of others, it was just two children fighting each other.

Unfortunately, however, there was someone on the scene who knew the man Draco Malfoy down to his pores.

That man was Scorpius.

When Draco's hand quietly moved to the wand in his pocket before everyone had time to realize what was happening, the second he wanted to take it out of his pocket, suddenly, a hand came from Grabbing his elbow from behind, the young Prince Slytherin froze for a moment, turning his head, he saw a smiling face enlarged in front of him——

Under the light of the ever-burning lamps walking to both sides, the eyes of the black-haired Slytherin in front of him were particularly bright and beautiful.

Draco froze slightly.

It was No. 11 years since Draco was born, and no one had ever dared to appear from behind him without his permission, and then touch him in such a grand manner as the current senior Slytherin.

then……

"—if you don't mind, Mr. Potter, we have other things to do."

When Scorpius said this, it was Draco who was watching from the beginning to the end. After feeling that the hand he was holding had finally softened from the initial stiffness, he let it go gently. he.

Draco paused, and then he took his empty hand out of his trouser pocket again, raised his jaw slightly, and looked at the five people in front of him in a haughty and shrill tone. Slytherin in the first grade raised the corners of his lips slightly and said mockingly: "When speaking, it is polite to look at the person you are talking to, Mr. Great."

"..."

"What do you think, Mr. Gretel?"

"..."

What do you think?I'm helping you, little bastard.

If you can't wait for Potter to have a fight in the hallway on the first day of term, it will be Professor Snape's turn to ask you "what do you think" after a while.

The smile on his face froze and he almost didn't hang on. After struggling for a while, Scorpius completely compromised under the critical eyes of Prince Slytherin. He twisted his stiff neck and turned to Harry: "Oh, sorry ,You do not mind right?"

Harry shrugged inexplicably, as if he didn't mind.

"Is that okay?" Scorpius turned to Draco.

The latter raised his eyebrows and squinted at Gryffindor who was standing opposite Scorpius. After that, he set his eyes on the innocent black-haired Slytherin in front of him, and nodded confidently. He pulled With a long tone, he said lazily: "Barely pass, but in my opinion, it's best if you don't talk to him next time."

Draco's voice was moderate, but unfortunately (for Scorpius) it happened to be heard by a group of older Slytherins passing by.

This group of senior Slytherins who happened to be passing by heard Draco's voice, and immediately poked their heads with great interest to see what happened, but they didn't expect to see them bent over with full faces The prefect who had just stepped into Hogwarts for no more than three hours was taught by the prefect, so under the leadership of Barbra, the crowd let out a burst of friendly laughter, and a seventh-grade girl even came out , stopped in front of Scorpius, tilted his head and showed a cute smile: "Hey, Gretel, are you in any trouble?"

Yes, big trouble.If you can help me beat up this platinum-haired brat in front of me, do it.

"—It's okay." Scorpius could only hear his dry voice, "We'll go back now."

Scorpius turned around, and when he stepped forward again, he found that this time Draco kept walking beside him without a sound - I heard that Slytherin is a high-ranking and strict house , now it seems that it is really just "hearing", and from the essence of the word "hearing", usually the following content will only exist in legends or fairy tales.

And for Draco, who "learned seven languages ​​​​at the age of 12, including some Elven languages" (the original words), the last thing he needs is a fairy tale-yes, even if he is only an 11-year-old now kid.

Hearing the trampling sound of the high-quality dragon leather boots on the platinum noble's feet on the wet cellar passage, Scorpius couldn't be more depressed—it was hard for him to decide whether it was the Slytherin who was now one size smaller. The prince was too much, and the mature, handsome and sexy King Slytherin who was still a rogue in essence seven years later was better at making people angry.

Listlessly told the password to the two snakes in front of him, when they hissed and slid open, the door to the common room slowly opened in front of the Slytherins, Scorpius moved his eyelids, Totally unable to summon up the energy to respond to the enthusiastic and reserved looking gazes of the children behind him, he just wanted to throw himself down on his soft big bed in the prefect dormitory and have a good sleep, maybe When he wakes up tomorrow, he will find that everything that happened now is just a nightmare...

However, at this moment, someone grabbed his wrist——

The strength was not small, and he even pulled him out again, who was about to bend down to enter the common room.

Scorpius staggered, and turned his head angrily to see who was playing such a prank, but the first time he turned his head, he looked at a pair of silver-gray pupils——

Oh yes, who else!

For a moment, Scorpius felt like he was about to cry to first-year Draco.

"You haven't told us the password yet, Mr. Gretel." Draco looked at the senior Slytherin who was half hidden in the shadows, showing a half-smile expression.

Seeing Draco show this familiar expression, Scorpius finally realized deeply—this guy seems to have decided to fight himself.

"Oh, Draco, you can actually remind Mr. Gretel gently." Among the group of kids behind Scorpius, a childish shrill voice sounded.

However, Draco's reaction was quite nasty. He just raised his silver-gray pupils, glanced in the direction of the source of the sound like a proud big peacock, dragged his tone, and said lazily: "You don't care." , Pansy."

Scorpius: "..."

Okay, let’s do it, Draco, good job—it seems that I have to find a notebook to remember all your hateful behaviors, and when I look back, it will be your turn to give yourself seven years later The crime paid for.

"...OK, password." Scorpius gritted his teeth and sighed exhaustedly, "The password is 'Absolute Glory', um, yes, that's the password...Is there anything else to say?"

No more.

Because Draco had already bent down and walked into the short tunnel leading to the common room first, and while walking in such a difficult and narrow tunnel, due to some unknown circumstances, Prince Slytherin His Highness did not let go of the black-haired Slytherin behind him.

Until Draco stepped into the warm common room lit by orange candles, and when he stood up straight, he let him go without a sound-this led to, whether it was with The other first-year students behind them had been waiting in the common room for a long time. At this moment, Professor Snape, who was already full of impatience, did not see clearly the actions of Prince Slytherin.

"—Long waiting."

Wearing a familiar double-breasted black button-up uniform, the whole person stood straight in front of the sofa——Professor Snape, head of Slytherin, had a younger but slightly sallow face, obviously not as energetic as after meeting Professor Black Good head, at this moment, I saw a smirk that was definitely not sincere enough on the Potions Professor's face that became more serious because of this——

"It seems that our Mr. Gretel enthusiastically took you on a day trip to Hogwarts."

Professor Snape's words caused some senior students around to snicker - although they didn't dare to laugh too loudly, it was indeed enough to make Scorpius feel like he just got out of a big red dye vat.

Snape strode forward, and at the same time, he waved his wand gracefully enough. Wherever the wand pointed, the dark green curtain with silver trim fell down with a bang, covering the entire huge During the period, a merman who was curiously peeping into the public room through the window was scared away. When the curtains of the entire public room were all down, Snape stopped in front of Scorpius——

"Otherwise I can't think of a second reason why it can take so long to get from the Great Hall to the Slytherin common room."

Professor Snape didn't give Scorpius a chance to explain, he just turned around and cut off all the possibility of Scorpius shifting responsibility to Draco's head.

The hem of Dean Slytherin's black robe, which was as plain as himself, rolled into beautiful waves because of his action. Immediately afterwards, Professor Snape stood at a position less than five meters away from Scorpius. With seriousness in his black eyes, and authority in his unspirited face, he declared: "Before you undress and run off to your lairs like silly little trolls - it's a pity we There is still an important work to be done, no resistance is allowed, absolute obedience—we will start the assignment of the protection team."

At this moment, Scorpius, who was left to the side, felt that the students of other grades in the lounge looked at him with sympathy.

The black-haired Slytherin stood aside, blinking and admiringly watching Professor Snape call out the names of every freshman with ease and accuracy without even using a list. Irresistibly, a silly flattered expression appeared on their faces, and then they would look a little nervous and walk forward, and then under Professor Snape's seemingly random arrangement, they would be greeted by different senior students one by one. Take it--

And when they introduced themselves face-to-face, with the senior Slytherin standing in front of them, a new protective pair was formed.

With fewer and fewer freshmen left, out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at the platinum-blond head standing beside the team, talking to Goyle and Crabbe in a low voice, and Scorpius subconsciously grabbed some The fiery red wand - because just about 5 minutes ago, out of his situation, he finally realized that he seemed to be about to solve some mystery...

This puzzle would be the trigger for his feud with Professor Malfoy seven years later.

Seven years later, Draco's weird attitude made Scorpius couldn't care more - who is this guy's guide.

The black-haired Slytherin was distracted majestically until he heard his name being called out heavily by Professor Snape in a voice that gritted his teeth——

Scorpius: "Huh? Ah—"

Snape: "Third time, Mr. Gretel, or did you quietly change your name during the summer vacation without the headmaster notifying me?"

There was another chuckle behind him, and his eyes met those silver-gray pupils in a panic, and the latter gave him a short and lazy smile in response.

So Scorpius felt like his face was on fire—ashamed to go to grandma's house.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Professor." Scorpius finally came out of that forgotten corner, scratching his hair, and said honestly, "I'm here, uh, I mean, what's the matter? "

Snape stared at the shy black-haired Slytherin standing in front of him, and the shiny, genuine prefect badge on his chest - he felt that he was probably the same as Dumbledore during the summer vacation. The old guy had taken some potions that he shouldn't have taken together, so he agreed that the guy in front of him became the student leader of Slytherin.

Unable to take another look, he turned his head abruptly, and the Potions Professor set his eyes on the side of the team—at this moment, Prince Slytherin with platinum-blonde hair was putting his hands in his pockets, and he was glowing with a smile. With lazy ease, I chatted with Crabbe about the novelty of the new pet shop in Diagon Alley.

Sensing the gaze from the godfather, the laziness on Draco's face subsided a bit, realizing that it was probably his turn, Draco turned his head, but saw the boy standing next to Professor Snape looking at him foolishly. For the first time, the black-haired Slytherin frowned——

"No, Professor Snape," Draco's face changed again and again, and finally settled on a rather reluctant expression, "Anyone can do it, except him."

Scorpius took a deep breath, wishing he could take out his notebook right now and make a note of this disgusting and arrogant little bastard in front of him!

The Slytherin common room fell into a strange silence for an instant, and even Barbra, who was happy to make fun of Scorpius, temporarily suppressed the smile on his face, showing a thoughtful expression.

Under the confrontation between the two young men, Snape snorted, and then, a smirk quickly appeared on his face, and he lowered his voice, as light and slow as the softest silk , hissed, "Unfortunately, Mr. Malfoy, that's him."

Draco narrowed his gray eyes slightly.

"Absolutely obey—Mr. Malfoy, this is not in Malfoy Manor." Snape looked at the reluctance on his godson's face, but said in a ruthless tone, "I believe that Mr. Great will take good care of you."

Yes, though I'll lose many, many years of my life because of it - Scorpius nods matter-of-factly.

At this moment, as if they suddenly thought of something, people saw that their prefect's face suddenly changed a lot. In a short period of time, he seemed to have quickly completed some kind of fierce struggle. Then, he turned his head, stared at Draco's beautiful silver-gray eyes full of reluctance, and began to hypnotize wildly—

Come on, Draco, your guide must be me, and then...

Then to hell with your first love.

Thinking of this, after a slight pause, a sincere smile finally appeared on the face of the black-haired Slytherin.