[HP] Noble

"What are you nervous about?"

At this moment, Prince Slytherin had a smile that was not a smile on his beautiful face. He squinted at the black-haired Slytherin next to him whose hairs were about to stand on end, smiled lightly, and pulled out his waist. Clenched his wand tightly in his hand, he patted the fifth grade Slytherin beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Can you spell invisibility?"

Scorpius was silent, and then forced a smile on his face.

"That's not going to happen." Draco said unsurprisingly, raising his wand in his hand, "My father said that the Hogwarts caretaker is a squib - then it's no problem, as long as Need to give him a spell that will make him faint or temporarily lose his sight..."

And the so-called spells that "make him faint" or "temporarily lose his eyesight" sound like black magic anyway--Filch is a squib, which doesn't mean that after he was attacked, he was given a physical examination The professors see no trace of black magic!

Scorpius tugged Draco nervously. When the platinum nobleman turned his head and wanted him to stay out of the way, suddenly, he was slapped hard on the forehead. Only then did I see that in front of my eyes, part of my vision seemed to be blocked by a thin rectangular piece of paper——

Slightly squinting his silver-gray pupils, the platinum noble couldn't believe it, the senior Slytherin in front of him actually...

"How dare you paste things on my head!"

Scorpius frowned innocently: "It's something to replace the invisibility spell, boo!"

Scorpius covered Draco's mouth with one hand, and fumbled around his waist with the other hand to find a piece of yellow thin paper, on which was written in unreadable black characters like tadpoles, but Under Draco's angry gaze, the senior Slytherin just pasted the yellow paper on his shoulder so normal... After finishing everything, Scorpius looked back at Slytherin who was squatting beside him. Prince Raiterin, the Invisibility Talisman was stuck squarely on his invincible forehead, he turned his head and enjoyed himself at an angle that Draco could not see. The senior Slytherin in his eyes seemed so serious again——

"You are still young, Draco, because the child's mental strength is not concentrated enough, so it is best to stick it on the forehead when using the talisman." Scorpius lied without changing his face.

But obviously the coaxing was not very successful—probably because he himself is a master in this area. Draco Malfoy has always been the kind that is difficult to be fooled. After listening to the righteous words of the fifth grade Slytherin After the explanation, the platinum noble not only didn't feel relieved, but his beautiful silver-gray pupils narrowed slightly, and the suspicion in his eyes became more serious...

Scorpius sighed helplessly, and was about to say something when he suddenly felt the body of the miniature version of Draco squatting beside him tense. People pushed away from the outside.

With the candlelight in the corridor leaning in through the crack of the door, a cautious figure appeared behind the crack of the door.When the crack in the door was opened wider and wider, before the figure entered the room, a cat, like a ghost, slid in from outside the door, sticking to the figure's feet——

Stepping on the decaying floor of the prize showroom, the cat's paws made no sound. When its amber eyes circled around the prize showroom as if on patrol, it stopped and looked at each other. The black eyes of the fifth-year Slytherin next to the cabinet—

Scorpius looked at Mrs. Norris calmly for a while, and at the same time, as if he had eyes behind his back, he gently grasped Draco's wand that was already raised and ready to go, gently He pressed down on the ground, raised his fingertips, and under the nervous stare of silver-gray pupils, Scorpius shook his head slightly, and said with his lips——

[Don't worry, it can't see us. 】

After finishing speaking, as if to prove his words, Scorpius took a cautious step outside - Draco stared at him nervously, you know, if the fifth grade Slytherin is telling lies, So at this moment, his actions completely exposed himself to the eyes of the administrators of Hogwarts!

bang bang——

As if he could hear his heart beating much faster than usual, Draco held his breath, his pupils shrank slightly, and his beautiful little face became stiff because of being too nervous!

However, nothing happened.

Filch stood outside the door as if he didn't see anything, his half-blind cloudy eyes scanned the trophy display room in a daze - Draco saw clearly, his His gaze swept across Scorpius, but he didn't stop there.

Even the damn cat that was staring at them before just tilted its head slightly in the direction of Scorpius, looking very puzzled, but never did anything else.

Although he didn't know what the senior Slytherin had done, Draco breathed a sigh of relief irrepressibly—then, he carefully switched his wand from one hand to another, because right at the moment of relaxation For a moment, he found that the sweat on his hands due to tension made him almost unable to hold the wand in his hand.

At Scorpius' beckoning, Draco tiptoed out, carefully skirting the cat in the middle of the room, trying not to let the edge of his cloak touch its fur - but, despite his care , but couldn't stand the black-haired Slytherin beside him——

"Meow!!!!!!!"

"Oh, damn it!"

"Who! Who is there!"

In an instant, the prize showroom, which was originally static, exploded!In the midst of shock, Draco only felt someone push him hard from behind, and then, after Filch called Mrs. Norris's name, he squeezed in from behind the crack of the door in panic. At the same time, led by Scorpius, the two Slytherins violently smashed the door open completely, brushing Filch's shoulder and rushing out all the way——

Draco swears, since he was born, he has never been so embarrassed as he is today!

He only relied on instinct to run wildly in front of the black-haired Slytherin in front, and he didn't even dare to look back to see if Filch was following. Amidst the messy footsteps, he could hear his own breathing like a worn-out pulley. It sounded like a bellows in my ears—they bypassed a pair of armor and ran through the corners of corridors one after another. Fragmented footsteps stepped on the cold bluestone brick corridor without any cover. , as if it was enough to wake up the whole Hogwarts!

It wasn't until about the seventh turn that the senior Slytherin running in front of Draco finally stopped the car. He stuck to the wall like a rag, and kept beating his chest to express The excitement in my heart at this moment——

"That nasty cat—it—it has to sit in the middle of the road—" Scorpius complained, gasping for breath.

"Cats don't have IQ, don't you, Mr. Gretel!" Draco didn't pant as hard as Scorpius, although his breath was unsteady, but this didn't prevent him from scolding people with a gloomy face, "The way is so wide, you can just step on its tail!"

"...well, Draco, at least—"

"It's not good at all, Gretel!" Draco rudely interrupted the senior Slytherin beside him who was ready to make peace. His pale face became even paler at this moment, which somewhat added a serious look to him. He seemed to have almost given up on the Slytherin rules about the "hierarchy system", and he spoke directly to his prefect Its name, "Didn't the Sorting Hat ever think of putting you in Gryffindor?"

Scorpius was silent, not ashamed to tell Draco that if it weren't for the issue of "blood" and he could barely hook up with Slytherin, the sorting hat on top of his head would probably only shout the four words "Go home". words, not the name of any college.

Scorpius let out a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the first-year Slytherin beside him, who finally no longer looked like he was going to eat people.

"Well, Filch probably wouldn't have followed either," Scorpius raised the corners of his lips, "Speaking of which, if it weren't for you running out, I wouldn't have to run so hard to meet Filch."

"There won't be any prefect patrolling the prize showroom at night, Mr. Gretel." Draco said sarcastically.

"That's fresh—if it wasn't for that damn midnight duel between you and Potter, what would I be doing there?" Scorpius retorted. This time, he finally got the effect, and Draco finally closed his mouth obediently. out of his mean mouth.

There was an eerie silence in the corridor for a while.

Surprisingly, after a minute of silence in which both of them could only hear each other's breathing, Draco was the first to break the silence. He raised his head and glanced at the man standing beside him The armor—it was unusually tall, and it looked like an antique from a certain age. Draco was stunned, and subconsciously kept a little distance from it.

The Slytherin prince stood up straight and looked around quickly, then casually asked the senior Slytherin beside him: "Where are we?"

Surprisingly, another silence answered Draco.

Angry?

Raising his eyebrows, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin looked back in surprise, but unexpectedly, he met a pair of blank eyes that made him furious.

"--you do not know?!"

Almost immediately, Draco got the answer from those damned eyes, he subconsciously raised his voice, but had to lower it again after the other party nervously gestured for him to keep his voice down, After a pause, he uttered a muffled nasal sound from his nose very annoyed: "I thought you were so determined to run with me, at least you knew where we were going!"

"...The only thing I'm firm about is 'get rid of Filch'." Scorpius said awkwardly.

"..." Draco stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised the corners of his lips in a sarcasm, and said very meanly, "Suddenly a little uncertain, is it more worthy of anger to be let off by Potter, or after being let off?" It is even more worthy of anger to have met you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped lightly on the head——

"No matter how you quibble, night tours after curfew are wrong, Mr. Malfoy." Scorpius stood up with a smile, patted the dust on his robe on the wall, turned around and grabbed Draco's wrist naturally , "Let's go, can you still get lost in Hogwarts?"

Lowering his head, he stared at the hand grasping his wrist for a while, and when the second urging came from above his head, Draco raised his head again, and let the person walking in front grasp it. Holding his hand, he calmly followed his direction without any emotion on his face.

10 minute later.

"Didn't you say that you can't get lost in Hogwarts?"

The tone of sarcasm came from Prince Slytherin.

"..."

"Listen, Gretel, if you're going to hold me around the dark corridors like this again, I'd rather climb out of the window right now and go outside and jump into the Black Lake and swim into the Slytherin common room -"

"There's a room up ahead!"

"Yeah, obviously I'm not blind, but that's not the Slytherin lounge - no, don't tell me you're about to enter a room you're totally unfamiliar with - no, stop Gretel is going in and go in yourself don't hold back I—damn it!”

Draco watched helplessly as the fifth grade Slytherin who was walking in front pushed open the only door next to the corridor that was slightly opened—in the education of the Malfoy family, interests come first, and a qualified Malfoy Fu, will never open a door they are not familiar with without any preparation.

But at this moment, Draco allowed the senior Slytherin in front of him to open the door with his shoulder, and then dragged him and slipped through the door together.

The Slytherin who was walking ahead held him with one hand, but the other was empty.

On the contrary, the junior Slytherin who was following behind clenched the wand in his hand with a full face of vigilance——

As Draco said, from the essence, except for their age, they are completely a protection group with their roles reversed.

Now, they are in a room that looks like a dilapidated classroom.Many tables and chairs were piled up against the wall, presenting a large group of black shadows. There was also an upside-down wastebasket, and on the blackboard, potion formulas and transformation formulas were written in a mess. Guess what this classroom was once used for—however, in the direction directly opposite the door, there is an object that obviously does not belong here. , put it here temporarily.

It was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The frame of the mirror was engraved with complex and exquisite patterns, the moonlight shone in, and the dust made the entire mirror surface blurred - even the patterns next to the frame became less clear.

"Scourgify."

Scorpius turned and looked at Prince Slytherin, who held his wand, who raised his eyebrows at him calmly, as if he had completely forgotten that he was just a first-year student.

At this moment, standing in front of them is a completely clean mirror, with a gorgeous golden frame, supported by two feet like dragon claws at the bottom, and a line of words engraved on the top——

Eris; Stella; Ohru; Aitubi; Kafrou; Aiton; Vochs.