[HP] Noble

After Scorpius wrote out the broom order, he tried to retrieve Draco's from the pile of presents that had been piled up next to his bed - a job he found to be not too difficult, presumably because Draco The gift-wrapping pattern has been a model relationship since his first grade.

It was a small box, not even the size of Scorpius' fist - yet the packaging more than made up for it's size, with the silver ribbon being given some fun magic when Scorpius tried to yank them open Stardust-like brilliance will also sprinkle from the silver ribbon, and the center of the dark green box is the pattern of the Malfoy family...

At this moment, the black-haired Slytherin who was leaning on the warm stove to unwrap presents raised his eyebrows, and opened it curiously, and the next second, when Scorpius was looking at the contents clearly, he almost took the The thing and the box were accidentally thrown into the stove!

Fortunately, he held his hand in time, otherwise he would worry about how he would face the wrath from Mr. Draco Malfoy.

It was an exquisite white gold ring. The white ring was carved with a fine groove, which was inlaid with more than a dozen gravel-sized emeralds of the same size and quality, surrounded by emeralds at every moment. There is a circle of finely carved olive branches-very exquisite, like a perfect work of art.

So perfect that Scorpius has no doubt that this is absolutely impossible to be any commercial decoration made by melting magic.

Magic power is a difficult thing to control, it can be released, but this does not mean that everyone knows the size of the magic power they release - and a ring that is really made of magic, of course it will be very delicate, but at most It can only be like the silver snake ring worn by Scorpius at this moment-this is still an item from Dumbledore, and Dumbledore happens to be the greatest white wizard at present.

So in terms of details, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary craftsmen to be more refined than that.

Scorpius groaned for a moment, staring at the ring as if it could speak at any second - in fact, the brunette Slytherin thought it was even more like a goblin's handiwork... if it wasn't Now that the magic items made by goblins are so precious that they are so important, Scorpius almost has no doubt that it is.

At this moment, it is lying quietly in a jewelry box covered in high-grade velvet.

Pursing his lips, Scorpius, who has been deeply influenced by the educational philosophy of "Slytherin likes to mess around but never seriously pursues anyone, once serious, it must be a lifetime" for many years, is a little surprised what inspired him, who is now separated from him The platinum aristocrat gave himself such a symbolic thing...

Scorpius carefully picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand. Under the shadow of the jumping fire, the circle of green gemstones on the ring exuded a seductive faint light...

"You send something so important to your guide in [-]st grade and then act like you just met your first love [-] years later to [-]st grade daddy, oh that's awesome Della Ke, with you, Oscar winner-let's write down this account first."

Scorpius muttered and complained, but then he was horrified to find himself doing it without hesitation after complaining about the ridiculous thing about Draco eating his own vinegar... There was a long silence, dark-haired Slater Lin's black pupils stared at the exquisite platinum ring in his palm almost instantly. After a few seconds, he found himself having a strong impulse that could not be suppressed no matter what——

For example, if you want to try it--

To be honest, he wondered how Draco would know the size of his hand.

...Oh well, of course, it's really just an excuse!

With a sneering sneer at himself, Scorpius tried to slip the ring into one of his fingers in a delicate mood, but then the black-haired Slytherin quickly discovered the problem——

It's too small.

...Uh uh uh, to be precise, his fingers are too thick.

After trying all four fingers including the thumb in this way, Scorpius' eyes rested on his little finger—it seemed to be the right size... The black-haired Slytherin took a deep breath, and he still If he didn't prepare well, if he couldn't fall into it, should he rush out and get angry at the first-year Draco, or take a breath of relief from his own position three years later... And when he thought about it in a trance, it was almost Subconsciously, he slipped the ring onto his little finger.

The size is just right.

The cold metal sticks to the skin at the base of his little finger exactly, it won't be too loose, and it won't strangle him uncomfortably, it's just right, just like the person who ordered the ring once As if secretly measuring his fingers with a tape measure.

Scorpius clenched his fist lightly, then let go, and clenched again, feeling the subtle touch brought by the movement of his little finger after being put on a ring. The flames illuminated his originally white fingers fiery red, and the skin at the edge connecting the fingers even turned into a transparent color...

The emeralds on the two rings on the finger shone with a dim light. They were very similar—to be precise, almost as if they were finished products chiseled from the same rough gemstone... I don’t know if it’s me Scorpius even felt that the silver snake on the ring on the middle finger transformed from the time twister even twisted his body happily... Oh yes, that’s right, it’s just pleasure.

Scorpius got up from the ground, and when he opened the door of his bedroom, it was almost no surprise that he found a statue leaning against his door, standing there with arms folded, wearing a meticulous The Slytherin robes, the statue with its platinum head and pretty face, was now lifelike and leering at him with a sarcastic expression—

"Great, it's early, isn't it? I've only been waiting for 15 minutes, and I'm planning to wait another 5 minutes. If you don't come out, I'm going to break in." Mr. Draco Malfoy, a first-year student, said meanly explain.

"If you know you have hands and this thing in front of you is a door, I guess you might think of knocking on the door with your hand?" Scorpius came out of the dormitory.

"Not inviting me in?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised how Professor Snape chose you as a prefect without the spirit of Slytherin etiquette."

Scorpius shook his head helplessly: "Because I was about to come out of my bedroom, otherwise why would I open the door?"

"I thought you really knew I was outside."

"Oh, yes, of course you can think so, after all..." Scorpius paused, "I came here to find you."

As soon as the words fell, Scorpius was not surprised to find that the expression on Draco's face became a little more vigilant. He even changed his posture of leaning lazily by the door and stood up a little bit. Now, Draco was slightly raising his pale and thin chin with a proud arc—only those silver-gray pupils that were almost completely condensed betrayed his nervousness at this moment—

"Of course, yes." Draco cleared his throat so that he didn't sound so tense, "If you're so eager to find me, can I guess you've seen my Christmas present?"

During the speech, Draco lowered his head, this action made Scorpius notice that his hairspray didn't seem to restrain the hair on the back of his head well, and at the moment there was a section of fluffy hair brushing against Draco On the collar of Draco's robe, it looked like a cute duck's butt - and just when all Scorpius' attention was completely attracted by the "duck's butt" on the back of Draco's head, he heard that the platinum noble was not in a hurry A slow voice rang in my ears: "Very good, now I have the answer myself."

Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, then he lowered his head, and following Draco's line of sight, he finally landed on his right little finger—even on the stairs with poor light at the moment, the row of green gemstones It can also exude a dim light, showing its noble presence.

"Great, I'm starting to regret giving you such a thing," Draco said dryly, "When you wear all these things on your hands, I find that your temperament has dropped to a new level—— Although I doubt you've ever had a 'temperament' at all - oh, it's as if the Weasleys suddenly won the Daily Prophet's grand prize and won fifty thousand Galleons... what do we usually call that coming?"

"Upstart." Scorpius sneered.

"Yes," Draco frowned, "that's the one, you look like that kind of person now."

"I just tried it on."

"You still want to take it off?" Draco raised his eyebrows, this time he reacted a lot.

"Until I figure out why you sent me this, I don't think I—"

"—the answer is obvious."

Scorpius' words were quickly considered by the platinum nobleman. He slightly raised his eyebrows, looking at the first-year Slytherin who was half a head shorter than him but always maintained a proud face. He said in a completely understated tone: "I went to Germany with my father during the Christmas holidays, you know, after the Goblin War, there are more goblins than Gringotts -"

Scorpius' face changed: "So it was really made by goblins?"

"It's just a handicraft," Draco pouted, "the fairies now and the group of fairies before the goblin revolution seem to me to be two completely different races, and they love gold Galleons now—of course they don't Not that they didn't love it before, I mean - don't be surprised, it's kind of worth it, but it's not what you think it is."

Scorpius: "..."

Draco: "Need I remind you, Mister Gretel, that you look damned disappointed in my present?"

Scorpius: "No, it doesn't."

"You have," Draco said petulantly, frowning, "and you look like you're going to take it off your hand when I turn my head, even if it's smaller than your middle finger." How many times more refined is a ring with rough workmanship!"

"..."

Scorpius discovered that Draco was absolutely invincible once he decided to childish himself.

At least the first-year Slytherin standing in front of him at this moment looks so stubborn that he can't wait for him to cast a permanent bonding spell on his little finger on the spot!

"Well, I don't hate it," Scorpius said dryly, "I just think it's too expensive, Draco, and anyway I never thought you'd custom a ring for me just for Christmas... ..."

"Who told you it was custom-made?" Draco raised his eyebrows, and said insincerely, "I just randomly picked one out of such a big box of jewelry!"

"...Like in Diagon Alley where you can pick any three out of ten silver coins?"

"That's right." His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin showed a malicious smile, "And you can't complain about it, you can only wear it, otherwise I will tell everyone that the prefect of Slytherin is rude Extreme guy."

"...Is this a threat?"

"It's a threat." Draco put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "Of course, the family ring of the Malfoy family is actually something made by a real goblin - as precious as the legendary Gryffindor sword - —my dad said I could wear it on my wrist the day I came of age, and it would be the key to the Malfoy family's bank in the deepest part of Gringotts."

"……Oh."

"I've thought about maybe giving it to my wife after I get married until our kids come of age."

"kindness?"

"Do you want to be part of the plan?"

"what?"

"Kidding."

Prince Slytherin raised the corners of his lips, showing a lazy smile, turned around and left the stairs leading to the prefect's bedroom with brisk steps.