[HP] Noble

Walking from the Slytherin common room to the Great Hall foyer spent the last 15 minutes before banning began.

Standing in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle, Scorpius sighed softly, and reluctantly picked up his cloak hat and put it on the top of his head—this would at least protect him from some early winter winds.Then, the dark-haired Slytherin pushed open the unusually heavy door without hesitation.

He hurried to the front yard, crossed the front yard, came to the lawn, and trotted across the lawn in a hurry, and finally, Scorpius stopped at a place that was familiar and strange to him—he remembered When he enrolled, he spent a whole year here on his Care of Magical Creatures course.

Hogwarts gamekeeper Hagrid's little room stood quietly next to a large golden pumpkin patch--in fact, Hagrid's pumpkin patch was fruitful all year round, Scorpius remembered, When he was in the Order of the Phoenix, he heard Brother Fred say that all the pumpkin juice they drank was made from pumpkins grown by Hagrid, oh yes, this thing should be called out-of-season vegetables now .

Maybe some kind of potion was used to ripen it, so it's better to drink less—this is the original words of Mr. Draco Malfoy, No.1 in Hogwarts health regimen and seventh grader.

At this moment, the shabby little house looked so beautiful in the cold night wind. It was emitting a seemingly warm orange light from the inside out, and Scorpius could see the half-blood in the distance. He was definitely not the only one in the giant's house—in fact, there were so many people shaking their heads that, at a rough count, there might even be enough people for a small party.

The person Scorpius was looking for was obviously not among them.

Because Draco Malfoy was the only one outside the room at this moment - wand still in hand, platinum blonde hair dyed a nice orange by the light, and he was wearing winter robes , kneeling awkwardly on top of the beer keg that Hagrid had placed under the window, was peering through the window with pouting hips and full of interest.

The window was probably tampered with by him, but no one in the room reacted at all when he looked at it so recklessly.

Scorpius was speechless for a moment.

Resisting the urge to rush up and slap that ass that was almost up to the sky, Scorpius quietly walked into Draco from behind...

Much to his satisfaction, when he put his hand on Draco's shoulder, the latter was actually taken aback, nearly fell off the beer keg, turned around sharply, wand The tip of the scorpion almost went into Scorpius' nostrils, and the Slytherin prince himself flapped his fluffy wings like a frightened bird—

Oh, and Scorpius found he liked the metaphor.

So the black-haired Slytherin couldn't help raising the corners of his lips and showing a smile: "Here, catch a little bastard who is traveling illegally at night."

Draco had relaxed the moment he turned to see who was in front of him, and now, rolling his eyes lazily, he took his wand from Scorpius' face—

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he poked the red mark on Scorpius' cheek with his wand, "Don't sneak up on me from behind me," Draco lowered his voice, but still dragged The ending sound of every word is long, "Next time I will cast the spell directly."

"You were arrested for illegal night tours. In order to make up for this regret, the first thing you decided to do next is to threaten your prefect not to approach you from behind next time?" Scorpius couldn't help laughing, reaching out to grab De The edge of Raco's robe tugged down, "Come down, Draco—I swear, if you get involved in this and get caught with Potter and the others, even if they get fired, your fate will be the same." It won't be a good place to go..."

Draco struggled, not only did not come down, but also moved his butt to make room for it, and applied force against the direction of Scorpius' grip on the edge of his robe, pulling Scorpius up as well. beer barrel, and lightly grabbed his head, pressing his head against the window—

Scorpius stared casually through the window and complained, "Draco, you promised me you wouldn't run around tonight, and you're telling me—"

Scorpius choked in half of his words, because the scene in front of him made him speechless——

To be precise, it is not that Scorpius has never seen dragons. In fact, in the Triwizard Tournament, he almost saw all the most representative dragons in the world——

But now he found that even if he had seen an adult dragon burn other people's butts with his own eyes, it didn't mean he wouldn't be surprised when he saw a baby dragon.

The windows of Hagrid's hut were a little dirty, but that didn't stop Scorpius from seeing things in the house through it—at this moment, the Gryffindor golden trio was surrounded by surprise. Next to a battered wooden table, there was nothing on it—presumably evacuated, although Scoop thought it more likely that they had been burned to ashes.

And the obviously juvenile dragon was standing in the middle of the dilapidated table, looking around like a cute baby looking at the people fascinated by him--it wasn't as scary as it would be when it grew up, in fact At this time, it is only the size of a large bat, with a long nose and a black body. It spreads its wings with bony spurs, walks slowly on the table waddlingly, and seems to be It's because he hasn't gotten used to the huge tail behind him, so the little guy walks very messily.

Scorpius noticed that the dragon had a pimple on its head and bulging orange eyes.

"Norwegian Ridgeback, look at its immature forehead and orange eyes," Draco's almost fascinated sigh sounded in Scorpius' ears, "Unfortunately, the orange color is not as pure as imagined , it is quite possible that either his mother or one of his fathers had some other dragon blood."

Scorpius noticed that when Draco said that, Hagrid was stretching out his hand to tease the little dragon—at first, the Norway Spinosaurus was still standing there obediently to be petted, and then, he didn't know it was It's not that he's impatient, he just opened his mouth and aimed at Hagrid's finger without saying a word, and just took a hard bite!

Draco: "Look, it's biting, it's so cute!"

Scorpius: "..."

Draco was still chattering: "I once seriously persuaded my father to let me raise a dragon, even if it was a less high-profile ichthyosaur in my family's fish pond, but I still didn't get approval-the reason is that my family The fish pond seems to be too small."

Now Scorpius fully understands how sincere Draco's "it's so cute" is - he really thinks that the one who is in a bad mood bites and is in a good mood spits fire without the slightest bit of irony The big lizard is a cute little thing.

Scorpius wanted to say something to save the embarrassing atmosphere at the scene, but at this moment, the half-blood giant in the room burst into tears without warning—he could be said to be earth-shattering when he cried, and his ears were still attached Scorpius, who was on the house, was startled, and when he took a closer look, a tear the size of a kidney bean was falling frantically from the eye of his future Care of Magical Creatures professor - still clutching A very mismatched pink and white checked handkerchief.

Judging by Hermione's tangled facial expression staring at the handkerchief that was used to sneeze and blow her nose, she was probably the right owner of this handkerchief.

Hagrid's loud voice came from the house: "—I prepared a lot of bamboo rats, brandy, and his favorite teddy bear—"

When he said that, the little cute thing in Draco's eyes climbed up the teddy bear with difficulty, rubbed against it, and just when Scorpius mistakenly thought that this thing would really like this kind of thing, it opened Xiaozui spit out a cloud of dragon's breath with a bang, turning the teddy bear into a teddy bear without a head, and now sparks are blowing out from where its head used to be!

Scorpius: "..."

In the room, Hermione pulled out her wand with a broken face, and the clear water sprayed from the tip of her wand extinguished the flames.

Standing outside the window, Scorpius thought he was probably the only one present who understood Hermione a little bit, but it was a pity he couldn't rush out to give his comrade a hug right now.

"Where are they going to send it?" Draco reluctantly leaned on the window and looked in, until Scorpius, who jumped back to the ground first, dragged him down, and then reluctantly Jumping off, "Are they going to let that Weasley take it to Egypt?"

"Wherever you go," said Scorpius dryly, "it's a place where people can't be harmed."

"That's too mean, Gretel, and it's only a baby!"

"Yeah, I've never seen such a destructive little, treasure, treasure in my life—and there is no doubt that when he becomes the 'big baby' in your mouth, he may have a breath The power to level Hogwarts!"

"Dragons are intelligent magical creatures!" Draco protested in a low voice, sounding annoyed.

"Yes, if you have a chance to raise one in the future, you must let it perform 'stand up, sit down, shake hands and roll' for me when it becomes mature and sensible. I'm looking forward to it."

Scorpius dragged Scorpius back with a sarcasm-because those Gryffindors were about to come out to send the "baby" in Draco's mouth to the observatory and fly away, if they Stay here and you will be found out.

Probably due to the age of the castle, the lighting conditions in Hogwarts at midnight were extremely poor, and Scorpius and Draco had to rub against the base of the wall all the way to the dark corridor, dragging Draco hurriedly. Going back to the castle, pushing the first-year Slytherin into the slightly less cold castle, Scorpius turned around alone, pulled out his wand with almost frozen hands, and waved the wand——

Then watched the door of Hogwarts being creaked shut in front of him——

As for how they're going to get in after he shuts the door, oh, who cares so much about them?

Scorpius sighed deeply, and was about to turn his head to say something to Draco, but he suddenly stopped, and suddenly found that the atmosphere seemed to be wrong——

The senior Slytherin turned his head and took a fixed look. The scene in front of him almost made him so frightened that he threw his wand out!

At this moment, the honorable Head of Slytherin House was wearing his usual clothes, standing straight behind him, his sallow face looked ghostly under the dim yellow candlelight, Professor Snape Standing there expressionless - clutching his wand in one hand and Draco's scruff collar in the other, like an eagle catching a chick.

"Good evening, gentlemen." Professor Snape's voice was so soft that it made goosebumps all over his body, and he showed a smirk without a smile at his messy prefect, "I hope my superior The presence of older people did not disturb the dating time of young people—ah, during curfew, dating time."