[HP] Noble

800 years ago, a small town in Germany was plagued by rats, and the whole city was helpless, so they had to abandon the city and flee.At this time, the piper in striped clothes appeared - he was dressed in strange colors and had a flute on his waist. He said he could get rid of mice, but he had to charge a fee.The residents of the small town said that as long as they can drive away the rats, they can pay him fifty times as much.

The striped piper took out his flute and played a soft tune. All the mice ran out from under the bed in the ditch, and followed the piper. The piper went to the river and continued to play the flute. Bewildered, one batch after another jumped into the river, and all of them were washed away by the river.

The inhabitants were overjoyed, but when the piper asked for payment, the inhabitants said they had no money to pay.

At that time, the piper didn't say anything, but left the town silently.

That night, the moon hung high in the sky, and everyone was sleeping peacefully. In the middle of the night, a clear flute sound suddenly sounded in the air of the small town—the sound of the flute was fluttering. Get up from the bed, dance, and run to the piper, no matter how the parents call and stop him, he will not look back, and the piper, while playing the flute, walks up the mountain, all the children follow Behind him, as he walked, the moonlight was gradually blocked by clouds, and the piper and the child went farther and farther away, until they all disappeared into the mountain.

Only one child was left behind because he didn't keep up with the Piper's footsteps—later, this child became the only child in this small town, and the other children never appeared again.

"—I remember the ending of this story, the last line of the piper's words was 'It's dawn, boy, it's home.'..." Scorpius blinked, "It's a German fairy tale, it teaches people Learn to face your 'promise' solemnly, what, why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"I don't intend to give you any ideological and moral education, boy." Draco looked overwhelmed, "The reason I mentioned this story is just to tell you that the piper's magic flute really exists. of — my father told me he even saw it when he was young."

Scorpius looked a little interested.

Draco found that he liked being stared at by the senior Slytherin with such curiosity, cleared his throat, and then continued solemnly: "Listen, this prophecy story hides two messages, the magic is not blowing The flute man, but the flute he uses, understand - first of all, the magic flute can summon unexpected and all bad creatures, which correspond in this fairy tale to those who jump into the river The drowned mouse; Secondly, the magic flute is the best medium to cast hypnotic spells that can be found in the world, but any hypnotic spell, using the magic flute to cast it will achieve unexpected results, just like the children in fairy tales, they Immersed in dancing and immersing in the sound of the piper's flute, it is because of a very profound hypnotic spell."

Scorpius: "Oh!"

Draco rolled his eyes, and subconsciously reached out to touch Scorpius' wand, which he had put in his pocket: "Do you understand what I mean now?"

Scorpius said blankly, "I don't understand."

Draco: "..."

Scorpius: "Do you think you can fool me by telling a story and learning about magic items? No way - Draco, give me back my wand!"

Prince Slytherin sighed deeply, he stretched out his hand, took out Scorpius' wand, twirled it nimbly and quickly at his fingertips, then grabbed it, and poked it quickly with the side of the wand handle Scorpius' forehead: "Why are you so stupid."

"Are you stupid if you don't fall for it?" the senior Slytherin asked angrily.

"I just wanted to remind you that your wand is stained with alder—didn't someone tell you that since it's a wind tree, alder can make sound travel farther, so alder itself is used to make The best tree for the magic flute?"

"A lot of people have said that to me."

Draco showed a mocking expression: "I don't think those people must have told you that using your wand to cast hypnotic spells will get twice the result with half the effort."

There was a momentary pause on Scorpius's face, and then he finally realized: "This is why you took me tonight? You want to bring down that big moan with only a hypnotic spell?" Dog? Draco, then you are probably doomed to be disappointed, hypnotic spells are very profound magic, and many magical animals will not accept this method, just the two of us, this method will definitely not work."

"You also said, it's the majority." Draco chuckled lightly, and pushed away the plate in front of him—even though he hadn't had time to take a few bites since he sat down, he picked up his schoolbag, Then patiently waited at the table for five seconds for Scorpius to complete the series of movements of pushing away the plate, turning over the water, looking for a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, standing up and picking up his schoolbag. At the same second that Scorpius touched his own schoolbag, De Laco turned around and walked out of the auditorium without hesitation, and behind him, as the "guide" of the last day, Scorpius followed behind.

He was behind Draco, regretting that he seemed to have stuffed too many books into his schoolbag this morning, making it so heavy that he was struggling to follow behind the first-year Slytherins—

"Hey, Draco." Scorpius stared at the platinum-blond head walking ahead, trying to say something to distract Draco so that he wouldn't walk so fast anyway, "What did you just say?" , what is the majority? Do you have research on hell hounds—”

"If you call it 'research' for information that can be found just by flipping through books..."

There was sarcasm in Draco's voice.

"The Hellhound is a four-star dangerous magical animal. The books that will introduce it will only appear in the Hogwarts library. Not everyone will have your conditions, such as replacing all kinds of legends. Bedside story..." Scorpius puffed out his cheeks in disbelief - anyway, the one who walked in front didn't have eyes to see, "So what did you find?"

The platinum aristocrat who was walking in front suddenly stopped his footsteps. He turned around and stared at Scorpius for a moment: "The hellhound loves music. As long as it hears music, it will enter a short sleep. ——And the alder-dyed wand just happens to allow magical animals of this physique to receive the effect of a deep hypnotic spell, so you just need to stand there and make strange noises with your wand like a flute, and you will be able to It's easy to put it into a four-star magic animal with a danger factor planned by the Ministry of Magic."

Scorpius shrank his neck suddenly: "But you just said that the magic flute may attract some unexpected and terrifying creatures—"

"That's just a legend, and no one can really prove it." Draco glanced at him lightly, "And this is Hogwarts, which is known as the safest place in the whole wizarding world. We stand inside and use Magic flute, what else do you think it will attract? An angry veela falling from the sky?"

Out of the blue angry veela is unlikely, and speaking of mean veela, it looks like we have one here right now.

Scorpius curled his lips, knowing that if he said this, Draco would probably end up with him forever, so he swallowed the words—according to Pansy, at least Draco before the third grade What Ke hates most when people use adjectives on him is "prettier than a girl" and the like...

But at this moment, it is obvious that Prince Slytherin is too lazy to talk nonsense to Scorpius, and just throws down a ruthless "wait for me here tonight" that absolutely does not allow rejection, and waits for Scorpius to reply. When God came, Draco had already disappeared around the corner of the corridor with his schoolbag - of course, the first class in the morning was Professor Snape's Potions class, at least in this class, Draco Laco is usually definitely the first one to arrive in the classroom.

And on the following day, Scorpius failed to find an opportunity to refuse Draco.

So, when night fell, all Hogwarts students dressed up in all kinds of weird clothes and happily celebrated their Halloween dinner in the warm and comfortable auditorium with extremely interesting decorations, Scorpius had to bypass Barbra's strange questioning eyes, squeezed through the crowds, like a thief, and quietly came to the morning where it was not so much an "appointment" with Draco, Rather, it is a place where the other party "orders" unilaterally.

What is surprising is that Draco seemed to be waiting there early-compared to Scorpius who couldn't stand Barbra and the others and had to dress up as a stupid prince of roses, Draco It's easy, when Scorpius was busy taking the rose off his head, the Slytherin prince was all in normal black, and the collar of his cloak was raised high to block half of his face, The pale complexion is completely natural and does not need post-processing at all——

When Draco turned his head, Scorpius saw that his eyes had been magically dyed crimson, and only his hair, which had retained a pale platinum blond.

"Blood." Draco twisted his face, looked up and down the senior Slytherin who rushed over and had something to say, and interrupted the words he had already said, "Don't ask me about vampires and vampires." The essential difference between you and me gives me a chance to get angry at you again."

This Scorpius still understands—according to the division rules of the Ministry of Magic, vampires are magical animals, and vampires, if such a race really exists in the magical family of wizards, then they should be classified as magical creatures.

"What's the matter with the rose on your head?" Draco raised his eyebrows, lifted a little tiptoe, and took a red rose petal from the top of Scorpius' head, and the corners of his lips curled up in a playful and mean way , "Your theme tonight is the forest goblin?"

Scorpius didn't speak, because he felt that compared to the forest goblin, the answer of "Prince Rose" would be more ruthless in exchange for ridicule.

Fortunately, when a Malfoy has a purpose, they are less likely to be distracted by other things.Draco didn't bother with Scorpio about his image, but after reminding Scorpius to take off all the roses on his head, he turned around and grabbed the senior as he was used to every time before. Slytherin's wrist, resolutely dragging him all the way to the corridor where the Hellhound was—

As Draco said, tonight is the Halloween banquet at Hogwarts, and even all the ghosts gathered and hid in an abandoned classroom that no one knew about to hold their own ball, empty corridors On top of that, there was only the draft coming from nowhere and the sound of their panting as they walked.

During the day, the ghost faces projected by those interesting looking pumpkins are reflected on the wall. As the wind blows the candles, the ghost faces are swaying ferociously in various poses. Scorpius took a look , I immediately looked away, and by the way silently greeted the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the people who designed these lampshades well.

And just when they were about to reach the corridor, at the third fork, Scorpius suddenly raised his head with his eyelids twitching——

The senior Slytherin's strange behavior made Draco glance back at him curiously.

"I seemed to see someone else at the fork on the left just now." Under Draco's questioning gaze, Scorpius raised his finger and pointed to a certain corner, which was empty at the moment.

"Impossible, Gretel, don't be suspicious, everyone is in the auditorium tonight." Draco frowned.

"However, I'm sure I saw a man. He was wearing a dark robe. It was so dark that I couldn't be sure if it was black or purple. He seemed to be wearing a white hat—"

"You're wrong." Draco insisted.

"Impossible?..." Scorpius thought for a while, finally shook his head vigorously, sighed and compromised, "Well, maybe... the atmosphere tonight is really not suitable for night tours, Draco, I Everyone was a little tense.”

When they said this, they had already come to the door from last time—this time, Draco did not rush to open the door lock, but instead glanced at Scorpius, indicating that he could start playing— —

Scorpius and Draco stared at each other for a moment, then Scorpius lost.

Reluctantly pulling out his wand, the senior Slytherin muttered a low curse, then flicked his hand casually—then, the fiery red wand turned into a fiery red clarinet, This time, Draco rarely showed a satisfied smile: "You can play the clarinet?... Very good, for the hellhound, the real music hypnotizes the effect better."

Scorpius smiled a little guilty, then grabbed the fiery red clarinet and put it to his mouth, tried the sound test, and after finding that everything was normal and confirming that this was a successful transfiguration spell, Scorpius found that he had put the He did everything he could do - and the Prince Slytherin standing beside him not only showed no regrets, but his gaze became even more intense...

Scorpius twitched the corners of his lips, then brought the recorder to his lips, and played a tune slowly——

The melodious (and not) flute sounded in the empty corridor, somewhat ethereal, as if it was really like what Draco said, a simple song, but carried far away by the wind, Scorpius There was even an illusion that the sound of his flute had even been sent to the sky above the Forbidden Forest by the wind, echoing in the sky above the lonely forest——

... Well, it's really amazing to be able to achieve this effect. In fact, Scorpius just played "Little Star".

When he was in the fourth grade of elementary school, the music teacher taught him, yes, the nursery rhyme that started with "Twinkle Twinkle Twinkle"...

Scorpius' face was full of black lines, and he played the song seriously. He wasn't sure if the children of the wizarding world in England had heard this song—it'd better not, otherwise what awaited him would be a lifetime of ridicule and black spots.

After playing the tune, Scorpius turned his wand back quickly with an embarrassing face. He turned his head to look like Draco, and the expression on the other party's face was a little stiff-it seemed, very unfortunately, that he probably was really I have heard of "Little Star".

The two stood still and stared at each other for a while, and at this time, Scorpius still felt that this was probably a bad point tonight-but what he didn't expect was that it was even worse. behind.

Before he could say something to save his image, suddenly, there was a rumbling sound from outside the castle—as if some huge monster was walking on its calm legs, slowly, slowly, from the castle. Walking towards Hogwarts not far away.

Scorpius widened his eyes, turned his head to look at Draco suddenly, as if about to break his own neck - and he was pleasantly surprised to find that at this moment, the expression on Prince Slytherin's face Not much prettier than him!And at this moment, the floor under their feet was already vibrated by the rumbling sound, which seemed to remind the two Slytherins that there was nothing wrong with their ears at this moment!

"...I think I smell a little strange, Draco." Scorpius sniffed and said in a sleepwalking voice, "Tell me, this is my illusion—my The sound of the flute didn't really attract anything strange, this is Hogwarts, the safest place in the entire wizarding world!!"

"Of course that's just Dumbledore bragging - what are you waiting for, run!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, he turned around and ran away, and when he ran away after causing trouble grandly, he was very conscientious and didn't forget to grab the accomplice beside him and run wildly together.