[HP] Noble

Scorpius came out of Professor Snape's office. He just closed the door and turned around before he could take two steps outside. He saw Prince Slytherin leaning on the corner with his arms folded—he seemed to be holding his armpit. A book that I don't know what it is, the corner of the book is rolled up, it looks sloppy, it doesn't look like Draco's style at first glance.

"What are you doing here, Draco?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Wait for you." Draco sneered, as if Scorpius had said some terrible nonsense, "What did Professor Snape want you for?"

"Ask about hellhounds?" Scorpius blinked.

Draco raised his head abruptly, his silver-gray pupils fixed on Scorpius—it took almost a century for Scorpius to hear the platinum nobleman standing not far away frown. Frowning, he asked him in a strange tone: "So, Professor Snape was really bitten by that thing, isn't it?"

"..."

"Merlin's beard, I thought it was something wrong with my nose." Draco muttered, stepped forward and grabbed Scorpius by the wrist and dragged him towards the common room—

"What did you say? How did he know it was you?"

"It's 'we'." Scorpius corrected cheekily.

Draco was not surprised to look back at the senior Slytherin who was following behind him as a matter of course: "I finally saw a little bit of Slytherin's faults in you - you will die as a back betrayed teammates, did you, Mister Great."

Scorpius smirked, pretending he didn't hear anything and said, "We didn't deal with the aftermath when we left, Draco, it's all because of your curiosity that I left half of the talisman unburned in the last one. It's hanging on the devil's vine."

"Oh yes," Draco paused, at this moment the two of them were standing in front of the door leading to the common room, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin quickly announced the password, and did not look back afterwards said, "Half burnt... what? That sounds like a technical problem with you."

"..." The smirk on Scorpius' face froze, and he became serious immediately after being doubted about his professional ability, "I just want to save some effort, it's not a technical problem."

"So at the end of the day, that's still your problem, isn't it?" Draco turned around, even if he is half a head shorter than Scorpius now, it can't stop him from being domineering, and when he does When Slightly raised his jaw and watched Scorpius arrogantly, he didn't forget to put the book he was holding into Scorpius's hand.

"Whose book is this?"

Scorpius took it as he asked. At this time, the door to the common room opened in front of them—but the first-year Slytherin who walked in front did not answer his question. Cursing his lips, with one hand controlled by Draco, he could only use the other hand to flip through it hastily. After flipping, unexpectedly, there was a piece of paper that seemed to be pulled out of an exercise book. A scrap of paper floated out of the book and landed at the feet of the black-haired Slytherin.

Both Slytherins were taken aback.

Then the expression on Draco's face looked as if he had suddenly won a prize of 500 million Galleons, full of surprise.

Scorpius was speechless, bent down and picked up the note, and then they came to Draco's favorite seat in the common room and sat down firmly. Scorpius unfolded, cleared his throat and took pictures. The content on the note was read aloud——

"Dear Ron——huh? Ron?!" Scorpius turned his head suddenly and grabbed the book that had been forgotten and flipped through it. As expected, he saw the words "Ron "Weasley", looked up at the calm Prince Slytherin in astonishment, "Why is Weasley's book in your hand?"

"After the Quidditch match, I was going to go to the library with Goyle and Crabbe..."

Scorpius repeated as if he had heard a joke: "Take Goyle and Crabbe to the library?"

Draco rolled his eyes: "Yes, I want to ask them to go to the library to shade me from the sun, can't I? - Then I saw Weasley sneaking into the hospital wing by himself..."

"...he's probably going to get his freckles done too, isn't he?"

"To treat freckles, you don't need to be anxious and bloodless, like being bitten by a dragon in the ass." Draco hissed and gave Scorpius a warning look, as if warning him that he would never end with him, suddenly After a pause, he spoke at full speed and resumed the way he was accustomed to speaking slowly, "Out of curiosity, I followed - I didn't see anyone, and I was told later that that Gran Fendor is in the magic observation compartment inside."

Scorpius nodded.

Draco made no expression on his face: "I told Madam Pomfrey that I need to borrow a book from Weasley."

Scorpius: "She let you in?"

Draco: "She let me in."

Scorpius: "... You borrowed books from Weasley—tsk tsk, can you believe this? Madam Pomfrey is too easy to talk to, isn't she?"

"Is there anything unbelievable, compared to me telling her with a worried face that Weasley is my good friend and I am very anxious." His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin showed a lazy expression, half of his body was sunken Among the sofas in the common room, he tapped the note in Scorpius' hand with his thin and pale jaw, "Keep reading, this is the high reward I got from all the hard work and adventure."

The high rewards of hard work and risk?

At this moment, the black-haired Slytherin had a ghost-like expression on his face, he rolled his eyes, unfolded the paper that was almost crushed into a rag by him because he was too shocked, and crumpled Frowning continued——

"Dear Ron - How are you? Thank you for writing me, I am so excited to adopt that Norwegian Ridgeback - Norwegian Ridgeback?!!!!"

Scorpius just raised his head in shock to look at Draco, at this moment, the Slytherin prince had turned over from the sofa and sat up, his brows were tightly frowned, and he almost roughly grabbed the piece of paper The note was snatched from the hands of the senior Slytherin, his silver-gray pupils moved slightly and quickly glanced at the content on the note, and then he sneered, and stuffed the note back to Scorpius, and he re- Falling back heavily on the sofa——

"It seems that that stinky Gryffindor was really bitten by a dragon, heck, now even I myself start to wonder if I have a talent for prophecy," Prince Slytherin's voice sounded full of laziness. Lazily taunting, he said, squinting at the senior Slytherin who sat next to him and looked down at the note silently, "Don't read it, it's Weasley's brother who wrote this note, I've heard He, named Charlie Weasley, studied dragons in Egypt, and was the only redheaded Weasley who didn't look so stupid."

Scorpius put away the note: "They agreed to meet at the observatory at midnight this Saturday and then smuggle away a... baby dragon."

Draco didn't answer, he maintained the posture of lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, but his silver-gray pupils moved in their sockets.

But just this time, Scorpius knew what he wanted to do—

First of all, he, Scorpius Great, probably knew what could be wrong with Draco the most in the world besides Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy.

Secondly, the whole world knows that Draco Malfoy likes dragons, and he loves this kind of creature with teeth and claws and fire-breathing casually.

So almost without hesitation, Scorpius scowled, trying to act like a normal prefect and not a fool who casually indulged his future lover to mess around and get him fired, "No, Draco, you can't go "Scorpius said almost word by word, "Professor Snape was already very dissatisfied with our last illegal night excursion. Before this matter is suppressed, you have no reason to go out at night again. Take a swim."

"I have a reason."

"Finding trouble with Potter and the others is definitely not a reason Professor Snape would accept."

Draco shut his mouth and stared at Scorpius for a moment, and finally, under the uncompromising stare of the dark-haired Slytherin, he sighed and looked a little annoyed at his own lack of hairspray. The soft forehead hair that fell down, "I just want to see what the baby dragon looks like with my own eyes," Draco paused, with a trace of longing on his face, "It would be even better if I could touch it—"

Scorpius: "..."

Touch your head! ! !

As if he didn't notice the speechless gaze from the prefect, Draco just said to himself with longing on his face: "I used to see a dragon from a distance with my father carrying it, it's a dragon The Hungarian Horntail, it's almost as high as the spire of a house at Malfoy Manor, it breathes fire, and I saw it knock four or five Ministry of Magic Aurors over with its wings—"

Seeing the yearning expression on your face, Scorpius felt a slight pain in his egg, and twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "So you just want to see that dragon's cub?"

"If I can use this opportunity to get Hogwarts to expel Potter by the way, I can barely count it as a bonus." Draco showed a smirk, dragged on and said happily.

"..."

Draco raised his eyebrows lazily, and glanced at the speechless senior Slytherin: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just want to say, don't go."

"Understood," Draco continued to smirk, "I won't go."

then……

Then on that Saturday night, 15 minutes before curfew, the Slytherin prefect broke down in the face of Goyle and Crabbe, who told themselves ignorantly that the boss had disappeared.