[HP] Noble

In the Potions Professor's office, there was a complex smell of potion ingredients and formalin floating all year round.The tall potion material cabinet occupies the entire wall, and the rest of the wall is rarely decorated. In the office, there are only two sofas placed neatly. On the potion professor's desk, apart from all kinds of Except for the potion containers, which had been wiped crystal clear, all that remained were unfinished papers from different grades and colleges.

It has to be said that after Professor Malfoy became the owner of this office a few years later, the whole office became resplendent.

At least Draco couldn't bear to step on a artificially made rug of simulated magical animal fur.

It was impossible that his desk should not be stocked with those strange and eccentric magical implements that he liked.

At this moment, Scorpigret was distracted majestically, until from across from him, Professor Snape's soft, silky voice brought him back to his senses——

"I noticed your wand was stained with alder."

"Yes, sir."

"Among the more magical allusions, I remember that the tree was used to make the magic flute - now in wizarding circles the magic flute is a symbol of 'resurrection', St. Trees of the wind, your wind magic should be used well."

"Yes, sir."

"Just like you dragged Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter out of the sky today in full view."

"Yes... er, no."

Scorpius suddenly raised his head from the boring copying, across a cold desk, he looked at Head Slytherin's black eyes, which were hard to find other emotions except sarcasm, Somewhat anxiously moved his butt, the fifth grade Slytherin put down the quill in his hand: "They are about to fall, so I..."

"No one told you to stop, Mr. Great."

Scorpius quietly rubbed the sore fingertips from scratching the quill, made a face at himself from an angle that Professor Snape couldn't see, and then, under the gaze of the pair of knives on the top of his head, He obediently grabbed the quill, and continued to copy the Potion Encyclopedia that was spread out in front of him——

Yes, at this moment, Scorpigret is imprisoning him for this inexplicable confinement.

On the second day of school.

A Slytherin prefect.

Imprisoned by the Head of Slytherin.

Scorpius had already prepared himself for the battle at the Slytherin table at breakfast tomorrow - yes, he could now imagine this group of senior Slytherins who were obviously not too reserved about their own people. How should the Leitlins laugh at him mercilessly.

"I have to admit that before this summer Dumbledore told me that I needed to choose a new prefect, I seemed to pay little attention to you, Mr. Great."

After Snape finished speaking, he looked at the black-haired Slytherin sitting opposite him for a moment, and then saw with satisfaction that he raised his head and looked at himself in surprise—the head of Slytherin felt that the other party was so relative to each other. The not-so-Slytherin confession seemed to tickle the corners of his lips with some pleasure.

"When I recall carefully, I am very surprised that you are a very vague student to me, not outstanding, but low-key enough." Snape paused and hissed in a disturbing tone , "...your wand seems to tell me that St. Mungo's will have an extra healer from Slytherin in the future?"

Terrible insight.

Scorpius found that his hand holding the quill suddenly had some sticky sweat—yes, no one in the magic world today can have a large-scale impact on the memory of people in the past under the condition of time reversal , Constructing a completely clear character impression of all people in a certain range out of thin air, this is a complex magic that is almost unsolvable, including Dumbledore, or Grinwald——

At best, they can only give people seven years ago a vague concept of the existence of Scorpigret.

As the dean of Slytherin, he has a vague concept of his own students, which is an unusual thing for Professor Snape himself.

No wonder he was suspicious.

In the potion office, there was an uncomfortable silence for a short time.

"...Maybe," Scorpius lowered his head, persuading himself to seriously copy down the composition of the potion about the fire crab's breathing gills—don't think too much about it, and replied listlessly, "That's the plan. "

In fact, Scorpius couldn't think of anything else he could do after graduation - once Draco creatively asked him if he wanted to become an Auror, before Scorpius shockingly offered "You're going to make me Do something under Potter's nose?" After this doubt, Draco immediately and resolutely denied this idea for him.

Looking at the black-haired Slytherin who was busy copying, Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, and said without any emotion: "Being a therapist means that seven gorgeous 'O's will appear on your NEWTs report card." '."

Scorpius was stunned for a while, for Professor Snape's rich adjectives—although Professor Potions' occasional black humor would make people more disturbed, Scorpius still smiled very appreciatively, but, Professor Potions continued The words that came down confirmed his conjecture, and the difficult smile on his lips collapsed easily——

"According to your current potions grades, I'm afraid I won't approve you to enter my advanced potions class after OWL. In my class, you are only allowed to appear in the OWL potions exam with a grade of 'O' or above. student."

"..."

"It seems that you need to work harder, Mr. Gretel. Although the OWL exam seems to be in front of your eyes, there is even a glimmer of hope," Professor Snape said softly, and the corner of his lips curled up, which is definitely not an encouragement. smirk, "Don't give up either."

Scorpius: "Yes, yes, thank you, Professor Snape."

It's just tormented.

It has to be said that it is definitely not pleasant to be brought up in the middle of the night with such a poignant topic - if this is seven years later, maybe he can still beg to hug Draco's thigh and ask him to save him ——Yes, as a "nerd" comparable to Hermione Granger, Draco scored four "E" and three "O" blind dog eyes in the NEWTs exam Grades, one of which has an "E" is from Advanced Potions.

... I don't know if Professor Dumbledore will approve me to take the OWL again after I go back... Scorpius sighed, and seriously put a period at the end of the last sentence on the parchment, and then, the fifth grade Slytherin stood up and respectfully handed the parchment to his potions master.

Snape took it, glanced at it quickly and put it aside: "It's curfew."

"Yes, sir." Scorpius wanted to have a somewhat creative answer, but after struggling for a long time, he found that his creativity died completely in front of the potions professor.

The Head of Slytherin gave a merciful acknowledgment and said without raising his head, "Be careful when you go back. If you meet Filch, tell him you're on the night watch."

Scorpius nodded, and after taking a deep breath, the corners of his lips finally showed a little smile because of the professor's implicit concern. After bowing obediently, he turned and left Professor Snape's office—

As he closed the door, he heard Professor Snape add: "Don't make trouble anymore."

It seemed that Scorpius' existence was no different from Potter's—even so, Scorpius responded and carefully closed the door.

It was already early autumn, and the corridors of Hogwarts at night were a bit cold, and when a draft came in from nowhere, people could easily get goose bumps all over their bodies.Scorpius shuddered uncontrollably, pulled out his wand and used an advanced lighting spell, causing the firefly-like ball of light to detach from the tip of the wand and float on the upper right of his head, tightening his robe, Scorpius decided to I will wear an extra dress tomorrow.

Trembling forward a few steps, the conversation with Professor Snape tonight has always been on top of Scorpius' mind-the speculation about the time twister in the newspaper a few years ago vaguely flashed in his mind. At that time, the time twister was just a simple time tool that could only go back to the past for a short period of time. In this case, a witch who had participated in time travel said that when she went back to the past, she did something. After thinking it was trivial, when she went back to the future, she found that she had greatly changed the fate of the people she met in the past five days, and at least 25 people's descendants did not appear in modern times.

"..." Trembling uncontrollably, Scorpius subconsciously groped for the silver snake ring on his hand—it was an out-and-out time twister transformed through a transformation spell.

Faced with his own existence, the fifth-year Slytherin suddenly felt extremely at a loss, and almost couldn't help falling into a certain depression. Just when he was feeling that tonight would probably be a sleepless night, suddenly, he heard that never There were some small footsteps in the corridor in the distance——

Scorpius froze for a moment, then subconsciously raised his head and looked in the opposite direction to the Slytherin dungeon - he was very sure that it was someone's footsteps, not a mouse or a house elf or something, maybe It just so happens that...

There are students who openly wander around at night under the eyes of his prefect after the curfew.

Scorpius grabbed his wand and adjusted the brightness of the ball of light on his head. Then, like a feline walking at night, he arched his back slightly and hurried towards the direction of the footsteps— —If it was a Slytherin student, then he was obliged to drive this dishonest guy back to his dormitory before Filch caught him and severely deducted points.

Scorpius went all the way up the stairs, and finally went around to the prize showroom on the third floor. The crystal glass cabinet was shining brightly under the cold moonlight. There were various trophies, medals or unknown meanings displayed in the cabinet. Scorpius leaned up to look at the statue, but at this moment, through the reflection of the glass cabinet, he saw a pale face appeared between his shoulders and the gap between his neck——

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

At this moment, Scorpius felt that he could hardly breathe!

Yes, although Hogwarts is full of ghosts - but only if they can be named are they not so scary! !

In such a dark and remote corner, a pale face suddenly appeared from behind, thinking that they said that although there were not many students who died of accidents in Hogwarts, there were still two or three...

The fifth-year Slytherin took a deep breath, and all the hairs on his body stood up at this moment and sang the national anthem loudly. Before he opened his mouth to scream, the face shook, and then surprisingly, there was no mocking smile. expression--

Cold, slender hands tightly covered Scorpius' mouth from behind.

"Merlin, I find I have to ask you not to scream like a girl," a familiar voice whispered in the black-haired Slytherin's ear, "If you're scared, don't come out and wander around in the middle of the night."

It's Draco.

Draco? !

Scorpius opened his eyes wide, grabbed the hand covering his mouth, turned around, and he looked at a pair of righteous silver-gray pupils: "What are you doing here!"

"A date." Draco replied lazily with a smirk.

"..."

"You're lying." Prince Slytherin threw a contemptuous glance at the fifth-year Slytherin in front of him who didn't know what expression to put on, "I have an appointment with Potter, here after curfew tonight ..."

"Dating?!"

"It's a duel, you fool." Draco looked disgusted by Scorpius' words, and he said very bluntly, "But when I got here, I found that there was no one...they probably scared Broken, or never came at all."

"Why did you duel Potter? Because he's on the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"

"..." Draco looked like he wanted to refute Scorpius, but he fell silent.

Scorpius laughed silently, stretched out his hand, and rubbed Prince Slytherin's soft hair that had not been sprayed with hairspray after washing: "You will also enter the Slytherin team in the future, and you will be as good as Potter .”

Draco raised an eyebrow.

Scorpius coughed lightly, and put down his hand in embarrassment: "Well, better than him."

Draco's eyebrows lowered.

What a fussy brat.Scorpius found that his melancholy mood was completely disturbed by Draco, he raised his head and looked around, as if trying to find Goyle or Crabbe in the corner: "You alone people?"

Otherwise what do you think?A Weasley and a Potter, do I need to bring the whole Slytherin with me?The platinum nobleman looked surprised why Scorpius asked that, but he nodded anyway.

"Then I'm afraid they came early." The black eyes rolled, and Scorpius lowered his voice. "Just now I heard a mess of footsteps before I followed."

Draco looked back at Scorpius, as if waiting for his next words.

At this moment, Scorpius's answer was replaced by a cat meow from outside the trophy display room, and then, Filch's special, bellows-like, always snorting voice sounded——

"Look well, dear Mrs. Norris, those filthy little mice must still be around!"

In the prize showroom, the two Slytherins exchanged a look——

The Gryffindors ran away with a noise only the trolls could not hear, and they led Filch in front of the Slytherins.

"It's rare to be smart once." Draco sneered.

"This is not the time to mock people," Scorpius rolled his eyes and gave Draco a hard tug. "I just came back from detention in Professor Snape's office - because of you. Draco , I don't want to spend every night of this semester in Professor Snape's office!"