[HP] Noble

"I'll take option three," said the Gryffindor savior boy through gritted teeth. "I'll go to your Professor Trelaw's conservatory tonight."

"It's nothing to do with me." Draco replied blankly.

"No, Malfoy," Harry demanded without hesitation, "you're coming with me."

"That's definitely the funniest joke I've heard this year, Potter," Draco said, looking at Harry with such amusement that it made him look like a rogue hooligan. Ask me—are you out of your mind to think the whole world is going to shout 'Long live Potter' and 'Savior invincible' at you like a madman?"

"Of course I won't." Harry's face was very ugly. He glanced back at the Gryffindors standing behind him, and suddenly realized that he had to hurry up—because it might take another 3 minutes to Ron and Weasley twin brothers headed, they can't help but rush up and pull out their wands!Taking a deep breath, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, Harry looked at the pretty face in front of him, and said in a very indifferent voice, "In exchange, Malfoy, after finding out what you said..."

"Pterissus." Draco smiled lazily, looking at Harry like an idiot—

This is derived from the self-confidence of Xueba.

"Yes, this is it." Harry didn't care about Slytherin's eyes at all, "You lead me to find this thing, and after returning safely, I will lead you to the room where the Hellhound is."

As if he didn't expect Harry to make such a condition, the smile on Draco's face narrowed slightly, he pondered for a while, and looked hesitant to say: "I'm not sure if I have something to do with Dumbledore's dentures." interest……"

Scorpius: "..."

This is called cheap and good-looking!Scorpius was almost overwhelmed by Prince Slytherin's acting skills—if it wasn't because he knew the platinum nobleman in front of him too well, he would have been so excited that he would have been so excited to the point of every pore. Absolutely stunning acting!

"—that's definitely not false teeth!" The pure Gryffindor savior was immediately fooled, and he lowered his voice, almost growling, "I'm pretty sure that's an important thing...I'd rather stand in the Hogwarts room I'm holding a loudspeaker on the top and broadcasting it to anyone, and I don't want to tell you—if it wasn't for me, I would bleed to death!"

Draco smirked calmly: "Sounds like good news."

No one can beat Draco Malfoy when it comes to pissing people off.

Harry was out of breath, he didn't know whether it was because he had lost too much or because he was angry, his face was pale.Scorpius looked very sympathetic, couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab Draco's shoulder, and squeezed it as if implying something... Sure enough, Harry saw the fake smile on the face of the first-year Slytherin almost immediately. The laughter froze, and then he restrained himself, returning to his usual calm.

"That's it, Potter," Draco said deadpan, "You'd better go to Madam Pomfrey for some blood tonics now, or you might not make it through the night—tonight sounds very Busy, aren't you?"

Harry left angrily.

After watching the Gryffindor savior leave, Scorpius stared at the back of Draco's head for a long time, until the other person turned his head lazily, raised his proud little chin, tilted his head slightly and arrogantly glanced at him. He glanced at him: "I'm going to the library to finish the first paper assigned by Professor Snape in a moment, so I'll give you five minutes, Mr. Great—what's the problem?"

"You made an appointment with a Gryffindor in front of your prefects to go on an illegal night out tonight."

"Now I have decided to take back this precious 5 minutes, the conversation is over, Mr. Gretel, goodbye."

Draco's small face froze, he turned around and walked away with big strides—don't look at his short legs now, his walking is not much slower than when he was an adult, Scorpius had to trot to keep up with his pace, and had to While he was busy walking, he took the time to talk to Draco, who seemed to be in a walking race: "You have only been in school for a few days, and there is almost no night when you stay in your own bed obediently after curfew!"

"Yeah, and you sound like a lady complaining about her husband being late."

Scorpius unconsciously made up his mind about how he complained about Draco's late return, and was gasped by Lei De: "How rude!"

"Yes, but even that hasn't stopped you from blah blah blah blah."

"You resent me for blah blah blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"Stop," Draco said with genuine disgust written all over his face, "I'm going to throw up!"

"Well, isn't it?"

"Of course not, don't you read books and newspapers? Everyone knows that Dumbledore once bought one—"

"A what?"

"...forget it, to prove my innocence, I will take you tonight, Mrs. Malfoy—can you shut up now?"

When he said this, Draco had already stepped into the library, and Scorpius, who was following him, accidentally bumped into a chair in the aisle in order to catch up with him, attracting the library The steward's stare, and now both Slytherins had to keep their voices quiet.

"Who are you calling Mrs. Malfoy, you little rascal!"

Draco sneered, picked out a few books on the bookshelf quickly and sat down on the empty table in the corner of the library, under the dim light of the library, his pair of books His silver-gray pupils were shining brightly, and he tilted his head slightly to look at the black-haired Slytherin standing beside him awkwardly, with a half-smile on the corner of his lips: "Gretel, do I have any questions?" told you something?"

"what?"

"According to the naming rules of the Malfoy family, I originally named my son 'Scorpius'." Draco withdrew his gaze and opened the thick Potions Dictionary in front of him without raising his head. .

"What?" Scorpius was stunned—of course he knew about it, and he had used it to tease Draco countless times before, um, calling him Draco's father or something... the effect was good, forever could make Draco pissed off, and in fact, Scorpius thought it would be pretty amusing to see the stern-faced Draco pissed off as an adult.

"Scorpius Malfoy." Draco's fingers ran across a line of the book in front of him, and then he bit the quill, quickly shook out his own parchment, wrote the title on it, and ended the sentence He copied the first line of the parchment upright, then raised his head, and glanced at the black-haired Slytherin who was completely stunned, "That's a good name, isn't it—— well, don't be surprised , I am not proposing to you."

After saying that, Prince Slytherin quickly glanced at the silver ring on the right middle finger of the black-haired Slytherin... even under such dim light, the silver ring was still shining enough, thought for a while, and added : "If it is, at least I won't let you wear such shabby things."

"What?" Scorpius was stunned - he really wanted to answer something a little creative, but helpless, now his brain is not working at all, following Draco's gaze, he raised his Hand, raised the silver snake ring that shone with the gloomy gem light to his eyes, "You mean this thing?"

"It's very shabby." Prince Slytherin curled his lips, gave Scorpius a disgusted expression, then lowered his head and continued to write his thesis, while muttering vaguely, "If it were me, at least I wouldn't Let your partner wear something so inconspicuous."

However, it is for you that I came here wearing it.

Scorpius blinked, barely uttering the words that came to his lips.He also found a chair and sat down next to Draco. After getting an unhappy look from the other party, he casually grabbed a book in front of Draco and opened it—it was A first-year potions textbook, very nostalgic.

Just as he guessed, in Draco's textbook, as long as it is the content of the class, it will be filled with class notes in the blank space-even though Draco himself must have the best potion grade in the class He may not really understand this knowledge.

"Help me turn the book to page No. 15." Draco ordered without looking up.

Scorpius suddenly felt that he was really closer to the role of "nanny" or "house elf" than "guide", but he did as he did, turning to page No.15 of the potion book , he leaned up to look at it for a while, and then read according to it: "'Place the tentacled slug against the vessel so it won't wriggle around'—"

He didn't finish reading because Draco snatched the book back - Scorpius looked up, and unsurprisingly, in the dim light he saw the complete A tinge of blush that wasn't hard to spot.Almost uncontrollably, Scorpius laughed openly: "Are these your class notes?"

"Just a note." Draco frowned, looking annoyed, "Don't laugh."

Scorpius shut his mouth - he guessed that if he used words like "so cute" to describe Draco's textbook at this time, the angry first-year Slytherin would probably pull out his wand and take the book Torn to shreds with him.

"It's a special way of cooking slugs."

"Because their tentacles are sticky," said Draco, looking a bit serious, "but it's my personal How to use it—taught by Professor Snape, before I went to school, you know, he was my godfather."

When he said it, his tone was probably as proud as when he mentioned "my father".

Scorpius resisted the urge to reach out and touch his head, and stared at the proud side face with a smile: "Draco, this ring is not an engagement ring."

"What?" Draco blinked, looked up abruptly, and then seemed to feel that he was overreacting a little, and he lowered his head again, lowering his eyes to hide the fuss in his eyes, using the tone he was used to , said slowly, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"I don't know," Scorpius smiled, "Just say what you want."

"It's none of my business." Draco said very seriously with a small face, "but I still reserve my opinion-this ring is very ugly."

"Is it ugly?"

Scorpius stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and let his fingers stretch out in front of the two of them——

Exquisite silver snakes followed one another, with a shimmering, quite good-colored green emerald in the middle. Under the library's not-so-good lighting, it looked like an elegant and noble green ghost.

It contains fragments of your memory, Draco.

The black-haired Slytherin raised the corners of his lips, and said in an unusually gentle voice, "But it's something very important to me."

Such a tone made it impossible for Draco to look at him seriously, and this glance made the former unexpectedly unable to move his eyes away - although Draco didn't know why.

"Get ready," the platinum nobleman said blankly, after being silent for a long time, staring at the smiling face in front of him, "Now go and browse the information about the needle grass Disgrace to those Gryffindors."

Scorpius nodded obediently and stood up, wanting to go to the bookshelf of herbalism to find books, but when he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the Slytherin behind him ask quietly: "Who gave you this ring? "

"Well?"

"Is he a Slytherin?"

"Ah," Scorpius finally reacted and nodded with a smile, "That's right."

"I think so too." Draco curled his lips and said impatiently, "It's all right, go check the information."