[HP] Noble

Receiving such sincere thanks really surprised Draco for a while, but he didn't push away the fifth grade Slytherin. On the contrary, when Scorpius let him go, Prince Slytherin was even full of joy. Frowning with dissatisfaction, he looked up and down at the fifth grade Slytherin standing in front of him, and said in the mean tone he was used to: "Honestly, I can't believe you just discovered this now." —I’ve always been like this—”

"clever?"

"It's not that superficial."

"Smart?"

"That's an adjective for an old man."

"You're too picky, Draco."

"Anyway," Prince Slytherin squinted triumphantly in Hermione's direction, "I did you a favor when Gryffindor could only cry at you, I have the right to be picky, no? ?"

Scorpius ignored him, because he knew that this would probably keep Draco Deser up for a while, maybe even until their final exams were over, and at this moment, their priority was not to let Potter really Just died in the first grade... Oh, if Draco seven years later can also have any memory of Scorpius, the fake guide, then it will probably really involve time to refute this matter , and in this case, it is difficult for Scorpius to determine whether the rescue of the first-year Potter has something to do with him...

He couldn't allow his own inaction to change history.

At least what happened right now made Scorpius go back and ask everyone he could about what happened in Potter's second year—be prepared.

And now, as Scorpius heard Percy Weasley running past them, yelling "Professor McGonagall can't be found" and "Dumbledore was summoned to London by an urgent letter from the Ministry", He realized that he might have to do something - move his legs, run, look for Potter wherever he could.

Scorpius looked at Hermione who had finally stopped crying and was staring at Percy as she ran away with wide eyes in horror at this moment. He couldn't find any suitable words to comfort her, so he had to use a poor way of trying to ask questions. : "Okay - since it doesn't look like we have any professors to rely on now, let's see, where do you think that guy is going to take Potter?"

"Didn't you say you were looking for Professor Snape?" Hermione, who finally came to her senses, gave Scorpius a blank look.

Scorpius choked, and at the same time he saw that the Slytherin prince standing next to him raised his lips viciously, as if determined not to help him solve this problem himself, and Scorpius couldn't think of a good one Reason, so he decided to make himself look as simple and rude as Goyle or Crabbe for the time being: "I won't look for him. In fact, I don't think he may have time to care about Potter's life and death."

Scorpius thought gruffly, and conveniently said that a big black pot was buckled to his college dean——

Because Hermione gasped, looking almost "unreasonable for a professor who doesn't care about his students".

Scorpius cleared his throat in embarrassment.

At this moment, he finally heard Draco mutter beside him, "Where there's a Philosopher's Stone, take Potter there."

Prince Slytherin seemed to have finally had enough of watching the excitement. At this moment, he was leaning on the cold wall of Hogwarts with his arms folded, and glanced at Scorpius mockingly, as if for his many Reluctant to meddle in business, he said reluctantly: "Although I don't know why, they sound like they are related. The complete resurrection of that person must be accompanied by Potter - I heard from my father, um, of course, as long as Potter is present." But he was talking to someone, and I just happened to be passing there looking for my house-elf behind the study."

"The house-elves will come out if you call them, Draco."

"Oh, really," Draco replied flatly, as if he'd only just learned about this instead of having been using house-elves for a whole year, "I'm used to finding them in Malfoy Manor with my own legs, That would be a lot of fun for me."

Scorpius rolled his eyes, and at this moment, two Slytherins plus a Gryffindor girl—the brand new weird trio has already stood out from the crowd of students, thinking Running all the way in a direction familiar to all of them...

Along the way they met Peeves who was trying to unscrew the chandelier, but it didn't bother them because the naughty ghost stuffed himself in the shortest time when he saw Scorpius. They entered the keyhole of an abandoned classroom next to them; they also met Nick, who was almost headless. As he sprinted past it, he tried to ask them what they were going for - unfortunately no one was going to stop to answer him now.

About 5 minutes later, they came to the four-story corridor they were familiar with.

And at a certain intersection where all their eyes could see—the door that was originally closed had been opened.

Scorpius ran at the front, he was the tallest and his legs were long enough, when he stepped to the door in three or two steps, Draco followed him out of breath, and Hermione was still on the third floor On the way up...

"It seems that we are looking in the right direction," Scorpius said in a low voice as he approached the door, "the door opened, it seems that Professor Quirrell and the others have really-oh my God, Potter !"

When Draco heard the name, it was like a hunting dog smelling a rabbit, and when he got close to Scorpius, the platinum nobleman was also shocked by the scene he saw in front of him——

He did see Harry Potter, and even Ron Weasley... It's just that they don't look very good now, they lie with their eyes closed under the mouth of the hellhound Lu Wei, in fact, The big dog's slap looked like it was about to drip onto Potter's stomach—

"Are they dead?" Draco asked expectantly, craned his neck.

"Alive," Scorpius gave him a sideways glance, "just passed out."

Draco sighed, "Disappointed."

And at this moment, as the Slytherins were discussing, the savior and his friends were lying there unconscious, with a harp beside them - this is probably because Potter and the others hadn't changed. The only reason it becomes dog food.

The hell hound fell asleep temporarily.

Draco frowned: "The saliva of a sleeping hellhound is not corrosive, but we still have to be careful in a moment, Gretel, probably because he found the road below inconvenient and he was carrying a People—then decided to get rid of all obstacles and come back to get Potter."

"…how can he be sure Potter will be alive when he returns?"

"That's a good question," Draco said with a sideways glance at Scorpius, "Did it ever occur to you that maybe all he needs is a part of Potter, and if it's a piece of meat or a bone, he could even be right here The step of reciting Avada Kedavra was skipped with the help of the big idiot who only kept the halazi—”

"Oh—that's enough, Draco." Scorpius frowned uncomfortably at the picture he had imagined.

"Now, just in case, I'll count one, two, three, and you blow your wand to make the big fool sleep more soundly, and then I'll go up and wake up Harry Potter, who was nearly torn apart, Are you ready, a—”

"- oh my god!!! Harry!!! Ron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

There was an earth-shattering scream from behind the two Slytherins - when they swiped the ground and turned their heads neatly, they found that the one behind them had finally caught up with them at some point, and at this moment, they were all completely shattered. Pale Hermione Granger, her mouth gaped open, and she looked almost too stunned by what she saw to hold her wand!

After the Hellhound sneezed earth-shatteringly—spraying all the thick transparent mucus onto the faces of Harry and Ron under its mouth, its mangy-like eyelids began to tremble, the one on the far right The nose of the head that was originally buried under the paws was raised, sniffing, and then the noses of the three heads that were happy to see were raised, and they began to twitch crazily, sniffing——

The Hellhound was about to be woken up by Hermione's screams.

Hermione seemed to be aware of this fact too, her eyes widened—the dark brown pupils were filled with tears, and at this moment, she was covering her mouth with both hands—very hard, to As for the wand she was holding that almost made a funny red mark on her nose...

And at such a serious moment, Draco took the time to taunt her: "Although I am also disappointed that they are still alive, but I find that because of you, Mudblood, I think my dream will come true soon -"

Prince Slytherin's words were overshadowed by a long and melodious flute.

He stopped and glanced at the fifth-year Slytherin next to him with a vague look, until he slowly finished a tune, and the big stupid dog buried its nose in its paw again Underneath, Draco raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't play this song last time."

"After last time, I thought I needed to practice my instrument—you know, for a long time I thought it was my terrible flute that attracted trolls," Scorpius shrugged, "and then I did .”

Draco turned his platinum head back.

While the two Slytherins were calmly standing in the corridor talking, Hermione rushed up immediately, dragging the snot-faced Harry and Ron out from under the mouth of the hellhound with great difficulty. ——

"You know, no matter what, we shouldn't watch the lady do it and stand aside and chat," Draco frowned, and looked at the messy black hair that was lying unconscious on the ground, all covered with dog snot The Savior of Gryffindor, "But I decided to make a special exception today. The range I can accept is only the range of Barrows slugs dried on potions-it is already the limit."

Scorpius said nothing, but he seemed to accept the Slytherin prince's words.

When Hermione slapped Harry's face to try to wake them up, Scorpius went up and cleaned up the two unconscious Gryffindors one by one, and then the spring was like water—

It was Harry who woke up first. Amidst Draco's disgusting voice, the Gryffindor savior got up from the ground and retched, vomited out a large piece of hellhound saliva or snot, and then Ron joined his team—

Finally, the reorganized Gryffindor gold trio formed a group.

"It was touching, and beyond the hellhound's snot, I felt like I had a new level of understanding of the great word 'friendship.'"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Draco commented mockingly.