[HP] Noble

The students were all gone, leaving only Scorpius standing at the gate like a complete fool. Not far from him, the dry firewood in the fire was crackling and crackling, and there would be sparks from time to time splash out.

In fact, Scorpius is not very good at using this time twister turned into a ring, but now he took it off his finger. Under the light of the fire, Scorpius felt as if At a certain moment, he saw Silver Snake's eyes flickering—although this was probably a hallucination caused by the rapid surge of adrenaline that he couldn't suppress at this moment, but he still swallowed loudly, trying to fiddle with the silver snake. A green jewel coiled by a silver snake biting its own tail—

After a few seconds, he was not surprised to find that the immobile gem probably did not have the function of "twisting" like an ordinary time twister.

Although no one was watching, Scorpius still blushed. He grabbed the ring in the center, and couldn't believe why he was so stupid that he forgot how to get back before leaving. The ring that carried Dra The ring of Scorpius' memory was pulled tighter and tighter in the palm of the black-haired Slytherin. He didn't think about anything, only the stubborn and almost silly thought of "wanting to go back", but Scorpius waited for a while, but was a little disappointed. He found that nothing seemed to happen, until he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, as if something suddenly opened his mouth and bit him!

Spreading his hands quickly, Scorpius discovered that the snake that was originally surrounded by emeralds suddenly twisted as if it had been attached to life. It even hissed and spit out its silver core silently, On the small fang that is almost invisible if you don't get close, you can still vaguely see your own blood hanging on it...

Scorpius opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and before he found his tongue to make any sound, the black-haired Slytherin suddenly felt a familiar warmth suddenly surround him, and then, when he realized what happened Before what, everything around him began to twist—

Soft sofas, golden Christmas bells and heavy Slytherin green curtains, they suddenly blurred into some meaningless and indistinguishable color blocks, getting farther and farther away in Scorpius' eyes... The air around him seemed to be Suddenly being emptied at a certain second, Scorpius only felt that he seemed to be isolated from the whole world, and at the next second, it seemed that someone roughly grabbed his collar from behind and dragged him back— —It’s not a great feeling, especially when the surrounding space-time seems to be folded into a narrow space-time tunnel-it’s not the same feeling as when I came, in fact, it’s even worse- ——Scorpius felt that he was thrown into a drum washing machine that would never stop, and the dizzy feeling of being thrown around was simply maddening!

But fortunately, just when the black-haired Slytherin almost suppressed his strong desire to vomit, the annoying feeling stopped——

Scorpius steadied himself, and was pleasantly surprised to find himself standing in the Hogwarts corridor.

And there were two Gryffindors passing by him, they were probably sixth grade students, because at the moment they were arguing about the Animagus, and Scorpius remembered that he had been from Dra I've read it in my textbook, something that was only briefly mentioned in the sixth grade textbook at this time-when they passed Scorpius, they didn't even look back at him, as if the black-haired Slytherin had been from the beginning. Just standing there.

"But Greenwald said that animagus shouldn't be limited to ordinary animals—what he meant by that was that if you're good enough, you can turn into magical animals and stuff like that!"

"Impossible, Bilt, you are too whimsical - Animagus should be an ordinary animal, for example, Professor McGonagall is an ordinary tabby cat - and that person is the Dark Lord of the previous generation, I Mama said they were the kind of people who were always so rich in thinking that you shouldn't trust them."

greenwald.

Hearing the key words, Scorpius' heart suddenly dropped. At this moment, he can confirm that he has returned to the correct era-although he was bitten by that snake-oh yes, that ring--

The black-haired Slytherin suddenly lowered his head, only to realize that the ring that was originally held in his palm had been put back on his hand at some point, and it stayed there quietly, still with the head and tail of a snake Connected, there is a delicate green gem in the middle, as if it moved and bit Scorpius from the beginning to the end, it was his hallucination.

At this moment, if someone came from the end of the corridor, they could easily find a fifth-year Slytherin standing in the middle of the corridor like a fool. It was still summer, and this Slytherin Wearing a thick winter cloak as though out of his wits, his facial expressions are a little more expressive than the average Slytherin's—frowning and relaxing for a while, of course, which makes him look more like an out-and-out Slytherin. madman.

It took a while for Scorpigret to realize that he was almost going crazy from the heat.

When he came back to his senses, he couldn't believe that he was standing in England on a September day in a winter robe—fortunately, it seemed to be class time, and he was even more grateful to Merrill Lynch and Greenwald for giving the two Gryffindors were such a political topic - that they missed an opportunity to laugh at Slytherin.

Scorpius couldn't imagine what it would be like if Mr. Draco Malfoy, the dean of Slytherin, heard Gryffindor mocking the Slytherins for saying "your prefect is a madman who can't distinguish between warm and cold". What kind of reaction...

Hastily took off the cloak on his body, took out his wand and temporarily changed his school uniform into a summer school uniform as he walked, and when Scorpius lowered his head, he found black lines all over his face In this matter, I was wearing a pair of dragon leather boots that were warm enough to keep me warm—the black-haired Slytherin had to hop around while waving his wand to make his boots fit—although after changing the left After the foot, because of the different thickness of the sole, he had to walk like a lame man with one deep foot and one shallow foot before he completed the transformation of his right foot.

That's one of those embarrassing questions someone with no experience in time travel has to deal with....

Scorpius thought to himself mockingly, and at this time, he had completely changed his whole body, and successfully walked to the medical wing after completing this series of actions——

Then he was not surprised to find that Draco wasn't there.

Of course, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Narcissa and Professor Snape, they will never allow their son to be left alone in Hogwarts lying alone - let's talk about life-sustaining nutritional potions, Snape The medicine jointly produced by Professor Pu and Mrs. Malfoy will naturally be much more luxurious than the public money from Madam Pomfrey... What's more, the backyard of the Malfoy Manor has magic magic that is not much worse than Professor Sprout's greenhouse. The medicine material cultivation room, and the more perfect potion refining workshop than Professor Snape's office.

Scorpius scratched his head and ran into Madam Pomfrey head-on, who seemed surprised to see the dark-haired Slytherin - but it took little effort for her to figure out why Scorpius was standing there.

"As soon as you left, they brought little Mr. Malfoy back to Malfoy Manor." Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips and said displeasedly, "If you need to visit, you'd better go now Dumbledore, he'll take you to the door of Malfoy Manor..."

Scorpius: "..."

The black-haired Slytherin remembered with embarrassment that even after the united front and the great war, Professor Dumbledore's name was still not included in the free visitation rights of Malfoy Manor—oh, to be precise, except for the character Grinwald In addition to the appearance of the Malfoy family, for the Malfoy family, what it used to be is what it is now-for example, the annoying person is still the annoying person-such as the old Professor Dumbledore.

Scorpius subconsciously lowered his voice to thank Madam Pomfrey, but just as he was about to turn and leave, he was stopped by this witch who was not much kinder than Professor McGonagall. Scorpius turned his head and saw Madam Pomfrey showed a hint of hesitation on her face, and then, facing her students, she became more cautious than ever before. She fiddled with the bottles and cans in front of her aimlessly, trying to pretend that she was sorting out something carelessly, Q: "Little Mr. Gretel, oh, you know, about those memories... all right?"

Scorpius showed a reassuring smile at the witch. He stood there and nodded seriously. When the other party let out a breath of relief, Scorpius couldn't restrain the smile on his face from becoming even more Clarified: "Actually, I don't think first-year Draco fits the image he's trying to project of me."

"Oh, yes." After a short pause, Madam Pomfrey also smiled, "When he was in the first grade, Mr. Potter and I were the best regulars here... It's unbelievable, it's been like this for seven years In the past, they have grown into a group of the best and bravest young people I have ever seen."

The bright sunshine poured in from the windows of the medical wing, reflecting on the smiling face of this witch, who has always been unrestrained and even a bit fierce, making her smile a bit blurred——

It was almost effortless to feel her genuine concern and pride for Draco.

Scorpius' heart moved, and suddenly there was a feeling of soreness in the corners of his eyes, but he realized very clearly that this was not a good time to squat here and cry like a fool, so he just sniffed heavily He bid farewell to Madam Pomfrey in an overly high tone, then hugged the thick cloak in his hand, and ran all the way to Dumbledore's office.

……

About 15 minutes later, Scorpius stood panting in the doorway of Malfoy Manor, Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder, and waited until Scorpius really got used to the discomfort of passive Apparating Feeling, let go of him.

The tall ancient building, the war a few months ago did not leave any bad marks on it, it is quietly located in the sun, like the old noble residence that should appear in all fairy tales.

Behind the ancient protective magic, wizards without free entry and exit permission can only see the tall wrought iron fence about three meters high and vaguely see the red magic roses growing freely from the wall, which are blooming well at this time. They were carefully pruned and cared for by Mrs. Malfoy, and each flower was almost the size of Scorpius' head—

"Little Mr. Gretel, what did you see?" Dumbledore's voice sounded excited.

Scorpius looked inside through the railing, trying to report everything he saw to the old man: "The fountain that looks like the coat of arms of the Malfoy family, oh, and there is a group of peacocks beside the fountain, and one of them is white..."

"It's the healing peacock, whose tail feathers are a wandmaker's dream, proud and sensitive, and whose portraits hang in St Mungo's corridors after death without exception... , I thought this magical creature was extinct, what else?"

"Several unicorns," Scorpius shrugged, "big and small, they look like a family."

Dumbledore pursed his lips, he stopped his childish behavior of trying to stretch his neck, his blue pupils seemed particularly helpless behind the half-moon glasses and said: "I remember the night after the war I Just gently mentioned to Lucius about my restricted access rights...he smiled at me at the time-yes, that's what you imagined, and then never again...Green a few days later Ward received an invitation to come and go with the Malfoy family crest on it, I flipped through that back and forth three times and couldn't find my name anywhere..."

Scorpius: "..."

It took a lot of effort for Scorpius not to laugh out loud.

Fortunately, at this moment, the door of Malfoy Manor was opened from the inside, and a gorgeously dressed lady gracefully walked out in front of them. Narcissa Malfoy first gave Si A big hug from Koppy—

"Honey, is everything okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Scorpius replied politely, with a touch of intimacy, "Draco in the first year is difficult, but no one can deny that he is a cute brat."

Mrs. Malfoy smiled, and it seemed that she couldn't agree more with Scorpius' words. After stepping back a little and watching him carefully from beginning to end, the mistress of Malfoy Manor Only then did he greet Dumbledore with less enthusiasm.

Beside Mrs. Malfoy, there was a house-elf timidly and cautiously following - at the moment, it was holding Scorpius' thick cloak and staring wide-eyed - a little pitiful in nature Xi's gaze swept across the faces of Dumbledore and Scorpius, then it shook its big head, clasped its hands in front of its chest, opened its mouth and showed a happy expression: "Master Gretel, yes Master Gretel? Master Gretel came to see Master Draco - oh, poor Master Draco - he's been lying there for days without throwing a teacup at Fudge!"

Directly letting himself ignore the little elf's expression of "unhappy not being smashed", Scorpius raised his eyebrows: "Fudge?"

The elf nodded frantically with enough force to shake his own head off.

Mrs. Malfoy smiled, and said in an extremely indulgent tone: "It used to be Gigi, but Draco changed it to this name a year ago because he thought it didn't sound so elegant to shout this name in his room." .”

Dumbledore: "..."

Scorpius: "That name sounds familiar."

Mrs. Malfoy smiled, and the moment she turned to lead the way, Dumbledore took the time to bend over and whisper to Scorpius that was the name of the previous Minister for Magic.

Scorpius made it clear to the adults that this time he took advantage of the Christmas holiday over there to come back-this seemed to remind the adults present that he was not rich in time, after all, in the time twister The time in the middle is discounted, and the two years there are only the past two months here-and for people at this time, Scorpius has only disappeared for a few days.

Mrs. Malfoy took Scooby directly to Draco's bedroom—

The moment he opened the door, Scorpius was surprised to find that he didn't smell the potion smell in his fantasy, on the contrary, what came out of his nostrils was the kind that almost made his brain stop thinking, rushing towards him crazily The breath coming from Draco... This breath almost made Scorpius lose his ability to think for a moment. His eyes widened slightly, his eyes were scattered, and he looked at every corner of the room almost in a daze... …

The books Draco had read, the parchment he had scattered all over the floor, and the box beside his desk.

On the desk, Beetui was silently basking in the sun through the glass in a huge water tank. The opening of the door of the room did not seem to frighten the courageous and fattened tortoise much... I saw it in Ke's office, but what I didn't expect was that they brought it back.

With great difficulty, Scorpius' eyes finally settled on the bed in the middle of the room.

The sun shone in from the open window, but the room didn't feel the slightest stuffiness, and the proud and handsome King Slytherin he was familiar with was lying on his gorgeous big bed.

Quietly, his chest rose and fell peacefully, except that his face seemed a little paler than usual, he looked as if he was just asleep...

Feeling Mrs. Malfoy and Dumbledore behind him stopped, Scorpius turned his head, but saw the elegant and beautiful woman gave him a smile between encouragement and sadness. At this moment, Scorpius Pi felt his stomach sink, and when Mrs. Malfoy nodded slightly at him and urged him to get closer to Draco with silent mouth movements, Scorpius looked a little bewildered.

In the end, the door to Draco's room was still gently closed in front of Scorpius.

Scorpius paused, and when he realized he didn't have much time to waste, he finally got up and walked towards Draco—

Under the sun, his lover's beautiful eyelashes cast a small shadow under his pale eyes like a small fan, and with every steady breath he took, those eyelashes would lighten as if they had self-consciousness. tremble slightly.

Scorpius came to Draco's side and put his ass on Draco's bed with little effort - if His Majesty the Slytherin King in front of him was awake, he would probably have a cleansing attack on him At first, he yelled with a slight smell of sweat, but now, he didn't say anything, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and looked at him with his silver-gray pupils.

Even a glance.

Scorpius was silent, and gently reached out to hold Draco's cold hand beside his body——

However, the moment he touched him, Scorpius felt something at work—at first, a thin silver mist sprayed from the ring on his hand, and soon Drops, a silver-white mist enveloped them, and they scrambled into Draco's brain with dots of golden-yellow filaments——

Until those metals that were probably memories came in from the ring on Scorpius' hand and returned to Draco's body, Scorpius kept looking at Draco for a moment...

Until he felt that the cold hand that was tightly held in his palm was gently holding his hand back with a weak, almost imperceptible strength.