[HP] Noble

"Obviously," every word dragged on, and a cool voice sounded behind Scorpius, "We lost our way in the middle of the night, but Merlin let us accidentally find a priceless magic item."

Scorpius raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked back at the first-year Slytherin behind him: "Do you know what this is?"

"Mirror of Erised."

Draco replied succinctly, then raised his eyebrows and walked in front of Scorpius. He leaned in front of the huge mirror, with his small face stretched two to five to eighty thousand, and said very proudly: "I was seven years old. My father had a Mirror of Erised in his collection in [-]—not as big as this one, of course, but it was a complete mirror, well, I remember when I looked at this mirror—”

The words of the platinum noble stopped abruptly.

At this moment, Scorpius could easily see Draco's proud little face in the mirror. Under the moonlight, that delicate but too pale face was full of surprise, and Draco's slightly silver-gray His pupils widened slightly, and he approached the magic mirror infinitely as if fascinated, as if he wanted to stick his entire face on it——

There was a thump in his heart, for some reason, Scorpius subconsciously reached out and grabbed Draco, pulling him back.

The black-haired Slytherin with his head down was all focused on the platinum noble in front of him, which made him not even realize that there seemed to be some kind of change in himself in the mirror... At this moment, he just stared nervously at Draco seemed to come back to himself suddenly, pretending to smile relaxedly and asked casually: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Draco stared at the black-haired Slytherin in front of him, looking like he wanted to burn a hole in his face, "Why are you so nervous?"

It's not because you're acting weird.Scorpius smiled awkwardly: "It's just that I don't like things like mirrors."

"Why?" Draco asked subconsciously.

"Do you think that things like cameras taking people's souls are just nonsense?" Scorpius simply and generally replied, "You're overestimating people's imagination, Draco, if you don't see it with your own eyes Until something like this happens, there won’t be such a strange rumor appearing in the middle of the crowd—”

Scorpius paused for a moment, before Draco could answer, he changed the topic somewhat abruptly, and asked with a kind smile on his face like a qualified elder, "Ah, let's not talk about this, before you Say what happened when you saw this mirror when you were seven years old?"

"..."

Draco looked at the smiling senior Slytherin in front of him, and there was a flash of doubt and hesitation in his silver-gray eyes. He almost subconsciously turned his head and looked at the beholder again. Finally, he twisted his head When he got back, he looked at the black-haired Slytherin in front of him blankly, and replied almost indifferently: "At that time, I didn't see anything, all I saw was myself."

"now what?"

"Same."

A decisive answer.

Scorpius looked down at the tense little face of the platinum noble in front of him. At this moment, both of them knew very well that Draco's performance just now was definitely not as simple as "only seeing himself".

After a short silence, Draco's stern little face suddenly showed an emotional change, almost as if he changed his face, he began to smile, and the corners of his lips curled up as much as he deserved, He grabbed the black-haired Slytherin's hand with his backhand, and almost forced Scorpius to push Scorpius to the mirror with strength that didn't match his age, muttering, "Here, this is a rare opportunity, This is a magic item that is difficult for ordinary people to come across—take a look too, and see how you look in the mirror?"

So Scorpius was almost half-forcibly shoved in front of the magic mirror that was cleaned spotlessly by the cleaning spell—when he saw the image in the mirror clearly, the voice of the first-year Slytherin was still in his ears The side rang: "You may not see it immediately, you just need to concentrate and you can see what you want to see... Speaking of which, have you seen it? Use it like a normal mirror... Hello? Gretel!"

"what!"

Scorpius shuddered suddenly, turned his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at his platinum nobleman with a smirk.

At this moment, Scorpius was a little taken aback.

He looked at Draco for a while, then turned his head with such force that he almost broke his neck, only to find that in the mirror, in the same position as the first-year Draco, it was still replaced by the same person seven years later. His Royal Highness, Prince Slytherin, unlike the height of his shoulders now, the adult Draco is half a head taller than him. In the mirror, he smiled gracefully, wearing the clothes he wore when he was a Potions teacher. That robe, he said something, stretched out his hand to hold Scorpius in his arms, his slender fingertips wrapped around his fingers reluctantly, and the mature handsome platinum nobleman gently kissed his temples...

Scorpius retracted his gaze and scanned his surroundings. Apart from looking at his miniature Draco inexplicably, he confirmed that his shoulders were empty——

In addition to feeling a sense of loss for no reason at first, when he saw Draco clearly in front of him, when he realized that the brat in front of him and the Draco in the mirror were completely an inseparable whole, Scorpius This strange emotion was swept away immediately, replaced by a strong sense of awkwardness...

This mirror is so fucking evil.

"Is this mirror a magic item that can reflect the future?"

"No, no one can predict the future in detail," Draco replied lazily, "it will only reflect your ambitions."

Ouch, so to speak, being hugged and kissed by you has become my ambition?

Just as the black-haired Slytherin was silently hurting his egg, the platinum noble standing beside him poked him impatiently with his elbow, and approached him with great interest: "Hey, Gretel, what the hell did you see?" ?… Did you become head boy? Did you get seven 'O's in the OWL? Or did you finally learn how to play Quidditch and become captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team?"

"...why seven 'O's and not seven 'E's?" And, the captain of the Quidditch team?Are you sure that the you in a few years won't take me off the broom with a stick?Scorpius rolled his eyes, he didn't like this mirror, so he dragged Draco to turn his head and walked out of the house almost without hesitation - now, he would rather be outside in the corridor blowing northwest wind , and don't want to stay in this weird classroom for one more second.

"Because the Mirror of Erised reflects what you most desire, not your wishful thinking."

Draco let Scorpius take him out of the classroom while his face was full of old gods and said mean words--before he knew it, the Slytherin prince seemed to be used to being dragged by the black-haired Slytherin The move of dragging away, but before speaking, he seemed to lower his head unconsciously to look at the slender finger clasped on his wrist, the gleaming silver snake ring, under the moonlight, the green color of the snake's eyes Gemstones shone faintly.

A very beautiful ring.

But Draco still couldn't like it.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he couldn't bear it anymore, Draco seemed to have finally made up his mind, he raised his head and stared at the back of the black-haired Slytherin's head for a while, and was about to say something, but he was walked ahead The person interrupted: "Then why do you say you only saw yourself?"

The silver-gray eyeballs moved in their sockets, Draco showed a mocking expression on his face, and smiled briefly: "Because I am very satisfied with myself, everything I want will obediently appear in my control Within the scope, it becomes my property."

...at least it used to be.

"Hey, Draco."

"what?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you seem a little overconfident?"

"No!" The platinum noble replied angrily, and after thinking for a while, he added, "Shut up, too!"

The dark-haired Slytherin answered him with a subdued chuckle.

The two returned to the corridor, and walked in the direction they came for for less than 5 minutes. This time, they found the correct path so easily, and they only needed to walk another 5 minutes before they could set foot on the road At the fork in the Slytherin cellar—standing on the stairs, Scorpius patted Draco on the shoulder lightly—there was a sticky talisman that the platinum nobleman could not wait to tear off his forehead as soon as he left Filch: "The Invisibility Talisman has 10 minutes left, Draco, you'd better get back to the Slytherin common room within that time."

"What about you?" Draco frowned reluctantly.

"I have to make sure that Potter and the others return to Gryffindor Tower." Scorpius sighed. In the cold wind, he had to pull out his wand and cast a warming spell on himself and Draco. It took effect soon, and when he felt a comfortable warm current flowing all over his body, God knows how much Scorpius wanted to plunge his head into his big soft and warm bed and have a good sleep.

"Never mind them," Draco said sarcastically, "as you said, can they still get lost at Hogwarts?"

"I won't get lost," Scorpius sighed again, "but the classroom just now made me realize—it seems that at night, this school doesn't look as safe as it does during the day, we just encountered a priceless Magic items, who can guarantee what Potter and the others will meet?"

"What worries me more is that you care about Gryffindor."

"As a prefect," Scorpius rolled his eyes, and dragged Draco a few steps in the direction of going back, "Okay, go back quickly, anyway, I want to—"

Scorpius couldn't finish his sentence, because at this moment, in the dark corridor not far away, there was a sporadic sound of running - like the peculiar sound of three or five people stepping on the bluestone brick floor sound.

Pulling out his wand, Scorpius hesitated for a while, and glanced at Draco beside him, he still used an ordinary lighting spell honestly - after all, the advanced lighting spell was invented by Draco himself a few years later .The dim surroundings instantly became brighter. The fifth-year Slytherin turned to the direction of the footsteps. After turning his eyes in their sockets, he accurately aimed at a dark direction that was completely shrouded in shadows. He lowered his voice and said in a deep voice. : "Okay, Mr. Potter, I think you can stop hiding for now..."

As soon as the senior Slytherin finished speaking, the Gryffindor savior boy came out of the shadows with a face full of embarrassment—probably because the wind was blowing while running, and at this moment, his chicken coop The hair looked more disheveled, the whole mess... but Scorpius didn't have the energy to pay attention to that, because right behind Potter came out Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, and...

"Miss Granger, I at least thought you were going to stop them." Scorpius said deadpan—

Then he realized that he seemed to have terrified the future Gryffindor know-it-all girl, a sharp girl who would not be much worse than Draco in the future. Embarrassed to the brim, she glanced up quickly at Scorpius, then lowered her head and mumbled, "I'm very sorry, sir... I tried to stop them—"

The scene fell into a strange atmosphere——Harry turned his head and glanced at Ron who was motionless beside him, at least he thought that Ron would be the first one to jump out to stop Hermione from apologizing to Slytherin, but it was strange Surprisingly, at this time, the red-haired Gryffindor seemed to be completely misfired, and stood aside like a log.

But Ron's silence doesn't mean that Prince Slytherin has nothing to say.

Standing next to the senior Slytherin, Draco had a lazy and sly smile on his face, his eyes swept across the faces of the Gryffindors one by one, and then dragged out his voice slowly He taunted: "It's a huge team, Potter, you're going to bring so many 'assistants' to fight with me, aren't you—wheel battle?"

"—Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron was finally activated by Draco's taunt, "They just happened to meet! Speaking of which, if you weren't late, we wouldn't have been chased by Filch, so that It caused us to meet...uh—"

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked suspiciously at Harry, who was about to cover Ron's mouth with his eyes. The latter glared at him, but never let Ron go.

"...The late-night party is over, brats."

Scorpius finally saw enough of these stinky brats fighting each other, he yawned, and after seeing that everyone was safe and sound, the relieved Slytherin prefect looked listless, compared to the ones in front of him that seemed to be The brats who can never run out of experience, there is undisguised exhaustion in those black pupils: "Hurry up and go back to your own dormitory - otherwise I will report to your dean one by one tomorrow That includes you, Draco!"

You dare not take the initiative to find Professor Snape.Draco cast a sideways glance at the senior Slytherin, but didn't make a sound to tear him down - because from the corner of his eye, Scorpius' words seemed to have had a good effect, at least with Gryffindor.

At least Hermione Granger's eyes widened and she gasped loudly.

Next, Draco accompanied Scorpius with rare patience and sent Harry and the others to the gate of Gryffindor's tower - despite his disgust.Satisfied to watch Hermione Granger quarrel with Potter and the others at the entrance of the common room, and when they returned, the platinum nobleman's face was not unhappy.

Scorpius couldn't help glancing at him, then glancing at him, and finally, as the two ducked down the Slytherin common room corridor, one behind the other, he poked the one in front of him. Grade Slater asked, "What are you happy about?"

"Haven't you figured it out, Gretel?" Now, the platinum aristocrat has naturally addressed the senior Slytherin by his first name, "Potter and the others have a secret—if you figure this out, I can completely wipe them out." Swept out of Hogwarts."

"..."

"What's the idea?"

"……Good."

I was just surprised for a while, why are you still thinking about this, His Royal Highness.