[HP] Noble

"—Portkey? How could there be a Portkey at Hogwarts?!"

"Did it come with it in the package? How could it be, it's never happened before—"

"Oh! Of course there's nothing strange about it!——It's Christmas recently, and all kinds of gifts are sent out from outside. If you check each package one by one to see if there is any problem, what a busy Squib will be! Besides Well, he's a Squib, and he won't recognize such things as portkeys—you know, they don't work for non-magic people!"

The crowd exploded at once, people were talking about who took the famous Gryffindor savior away from their eyes, and they seemed very interested in why that person took Potter away—and at this time , as Slytherin's prefect, Scorpius, has already walked to the door of the auditorium, followed by Draco, and then several pale-faced prefects passed them by. As Scorpius said, he went to the professor for help.

When Scorpius left the auditorium, he wanted to run to the cellar - the reason was very simple, in this case, the first thing he thought of was not the erratic Dumbledore, but his dean.

Because Professor Snape is the professor most likely to end his Christmas vacation early and return to Hogwarts, but as long as he is an individual, he can know that the relationship between Professor Potions and the savior Mr. Potter is bad, and Snape Professor Pu's own image problem, besides Scorpius, who is a Slytherin prefect, there is very likely no second person who can think that there is such a person who can rescue soldiers in Hogwarts .

But Scorpius is different.

First of all, he is a Slytherin. Although Professor Snape is a bit fierce and partial, he respects his dean.

Secondly, after the greatest battle of all time, everyone knows whether Professor Snape is really hostile to Harry Potter - thanks to him coming from seven years later, as terrible as it is, at least Snape Copi knew that as a "godmother" in a sense, it was impossible for Professor Snape to stand idly by when his future "godson" was in danger of life.

Secondly, according to experience, if you can't wait to take Potter away at this time, except for the Dark Lord who has just been resurrected this year, there will be no second person who will be so idle.

In the end, Scorpius was very sure that Scorpius, plus a first-year Potter, plus a first-year Draco, plus a first-year Weasley and a first-year Granger, although there were enough people There are many, but they add up to not enough for a little finger of a dark monarch who has not gathered all his horcruxes at this time.

—In summary, Scorpius thought they had to find Professor Snape.

To save Potter, it must be saved, but the hero must not be any of the students.

However, even if Scorpius thought so, there seemed to be another person present who thought more than him—after walking out of the auditorium door, Scorpius was immediately shoved against the wall, and the fifth-year Slytherin His back hit the sides of the aisle heavily, and he let out a cry of pain, but when he lowered his head to complain, he immediately saw His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin standing in front of him, frowning tightly.

"What's wrong, Draco?" the dark-haired Slytherin raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to see Professor Snape?" Draco stared at Scorpius.

"Yes, that's right."

"You can't go to him," Draco frowned even more, "I thought everyone should know that Professor Snape hates Potter."

"Yes," said Scorpius softly, "but not really annoying."

Draco gave an offended look, "You can't be that sure."

Scorpius sighed softly: "I can."

Just because he came from seven years later, he witnessed Professor Snape with his own eyes, and all his efforts—and at this moment, just as Scorpius prepared a hundred reasons to convince Draco At that time, the door of the auditorium was pushed open again, and this time the red-eyed Hermione Granger walked out. She looked terrible, and her hair was probably messed up by herself. She rushed out, trembling and looking blankly at the Slytherins by the door, and then seemed to pass them by like a ghost—

Scorpius quickly reached out and grabbed her.

In front of him, Draco raised his eyebrows, and his eyes stayed on Scorpius' hand on Hermione's arm, "Although it's not the time," Draco said coolly, "but in order to prevent me from Forget, I'll say it up front - wash your hands afterward before touching me."

Scorpius let go of the first-year Gryffindor girl subconsciously, and the latter had no energy to consider the maliciousness in the words of Slytherin who was in her same grade at the moment. She stared at Scorpius with wide eyes, Then I cried again: "God, I told Harry to be careful, that person... that person will definitely use various methods to lead him in front of him, but I never thought of it , that would be something that sucks people away at the slightest touch—”

"The name of 'that thing' is 'Portkey'," Draco frowned, looking a bit annoyingly picky, "although I don't really want to talk to you, but I still want to ask, you said' Who's that man?"

Hermione ignored him, however.

The Gryffindor girl just twitched as if she was possessed by Myrtle and said her own words——

"I warned them a long time ago why Hagrid likes a dragon, and the guy who lost the bet with him happens to have a dragon on him—"

"What, someone would lose to that big guy in gambling?" Draco asked in surprise.

Scorpius shoved the trying first-year Slytherin behind him with a face full of resignation, and he even handed Hermione his handkerchief (despite Draco frantically elbowing his waist behind him ), the fifth grade Slytherin felt that he had grasped something: "Wait, Granger, you just said that someone lost a dragon egg to Hagrid—a dragon egg?"

"Yes, a stranger," Hermione sobbed, "and in exchange, he took out of Hagrid's mouth a safe way through Fluffy the three-headed dog."

Draco poked his head out, looking so surprised that he was a little terrified: "This thing can be exchanged for a dragon egg? Merlin's ass, I would trade all the ways I can kill a hellhound for a dragon egg - even if it's just A hatched husk!"

Scorpius: "Draco!"

"Oh well," the platinum nobleman rolled his eyes in an inelegant manner, "then the question comes back again, who is he who is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone through that door panel, and at the same time trying to kill Potter?—wait, how does this sound like something I'm going to do?"

Scorpius finally couldn't help rolling his eyes towards the ceiling of the Hogwarts corridor in the rare unreliability of the Slytherin prince, and thanks to Draco's various interruptions, Hermione at this time Granger finally stopped crying, she raised her head and blinked in a daze - obviously, she didn't know the answer to this question at the moment.

Scorpius thought for a while with a gloomy face, these scattered and seemingly irrelevant clues made him a little confused - he first thought of putting the troll into Hogwarts on Halloween to try to make it eat Potter That person is obviously not the Dark Lord, and the troll is obviously not attracted by the music played by his wand... He clearly saw another person at the scene that day.

The man had a dark robe, a white cap...

The unicorn hunter in the Forbidden Forest.

The person who stole information about the Higrid egg.

The strange smell faintly smelled on Halloween...

It's like garlic mixed with a strange smell from a rotten jar.

garlic.

white hat...

Scorpius widened his eyes slightly. At this moment, the answer that had almost surfaced made him so surprised that he had to stop thinking. He turned his head and looked at the first-year Slytherin beside him, as if he wanted to follow a Asked opinionally: "What do you think of the idea that the person who took Potter was actually one of our professors?"

"Impossible," Draco pursed his lips, "I'm familiar with Hogwarts even though it's my first year officially studying with him, but the people who teach here are all Dumbledore's old friends, do you understand, Many years, unless it's—"

Scorpius pressed harder, "Unless what?"

"... Quirrell has no reason to want Potter's life." Draco frowned.

"If he is on that person's side, he has it."

"Okay, I'm tired of playing charades with you, now tell me, the so-called 'that person'-"

Scorpius didn't speak, he just stood here quietly looking at the neat platinum-haired first-year Slytherin standing in front of him suddenly stopped, Draco seemed to have finally realized the protagonist in the center of the conversation now Who is it, he gasped unabashedly!

The platinum noble opened his eyes wide and raised his head to look at Scorpius, his expression was like looking at a monster with a blood-filled mouth—and at this moment, those silver-gray pupils full of arrogance and indifference Tightening slightly due to fear, Draco's entire face became tense because he finally guessed the true identity of "that person"——

Whether he admitted it or not, he was terrified.

No matter how brave, cunning and brave Draco will be on the final battlefield in the future, considering that he is only in the first grade... Scorpius shook his head with some embarrassment, and sighed: "Sorry, it's just me There is no way to remind you in a gentler way."

Draco didn't answer him, but instead gave the first-year Gryffindor girl who was still standing beside them in complete shock with some vigilance.

"Now all the problems are solved," Scorpius said looking a little tired, "in order to prevent Potter from being killed by his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with black magic, I think we need to find a professor to rescue the soldiers, and That person will be—"

Scorpius' words were blocked back in his throat by Draco's warning eyes.

And before he had time to ask, Draco had dragged him to a place where Hermione couldn't hear him—

"That person will not be Professor Snape."

Draco almost gritted his back molars and said every word.

Scorpius was slightly taken aback.

But at this moment, he could only see the pair of silver-gray pupils staring at him full of hesitation and hesitation: "I shouldn't tell you this without knowing whether you can be trusted, Gretel , but I just did it stupidly - hope you don't disappoint me or you'll regret it till you've got both feet in the coffin - listen, listen to me - if the man you're talking about is ——If it's the Dark Lord, then you can't go to Professor Snape."

Scorpius snapped his mouth shut.

"Because no one, including my father, can verify the loyalty of Professor Snape - get it? No matter which side it is - whether it is Dumbledore or the Dark Lord - he has never clearly expressed his Who does loyalty belong to?"

Scorpius looked at Draco without saying a word.

Seven years ago, Professor Snape did not indicate his position—even for a long time, almost everyone believed that the dean of Slytherin should belong to the dark side.

Scorpius came seven years later and he knew the truth - but he found out he was wrong.

And it's dead wrong.

It happened that it was because of the "truth" of the "problem" Draco said that he was blinded by a bigger problem hidden in this time——

If Professor Snape is exposed under the eyes of the Dark Lord at this time, then everything will be disrupted in the next seven years, and the Dark Lord will directly save Professor Snape from him. This incident put him on the bright side-and in the history that Scorpius knew, Professor Snape had appeared in the meeting table of the Order of the Phoenix as an outstanding spy.

He couldn't be exposed when the whole thing just started.

Scorpius thought of the weird conversations between Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell that he heard in the corridor. Now that he thinks about it, it is very likely that Professor Snape has passed the loyalty test of the Dark Lord at this time and entered the darkness power, and he is likely to monitor all of Quirrell's actions as an "accomplice".

Thanks to Draco, who inadvertently saved Scorpius from a possible blunder—

And this moment.

Everything seems to have other room for redemption.

Seven years later, Potter was alive and well and took the Gryffindor lion to kill the Dark Lord, so it is impossible for him to die directly in his first year at Hogwarts.

The fifth-year Slytherin sighed - he had to admit, sometimes he was damned impulsive like a Gryffindor.

"Oh yes, Draco," Scorpius stretched out his hand, he could hardly resist the urge to tremble all over his body, and hugged the first-year Slytherin prince tightly into his arms with great fear, "You are right , Thank you Merlin, fortunately you are here."