[HP] Noble

In Draco Malfoy's view, there is probably no more romantic way of dating than riding a broom together in the world-you see, no matter whether your date has promised you to get close to him or not, and whether you Can the two succeed—as long as you stay on a broom, you can grab his waist and hold him in your arms openly.

"—you know, Gretel, it seems to me that a comet might actually make a pretty good broom."

Both Slytherins fell to the ground, and the Gryffindors rushed towards the huge door enthusiastically clutching the freshly baked keys - at the same time, as the only senior present, Scorpius found that he had to Not being reduced to the aftermath, and as the fifth year Slytherin bent to gently put his broom back in place, he heard the Platinum Noble standing behind him lazily talking—

"For the past eleven years, I've wondered why this poor man's broom manufacturer, which is pretty much nothing but cheap, hasn't gone out of business - oh, I mean, after all, they've always been so..."

Scorpius didn't ask Draco what happened to the comet broom again.

Now that Draco's had been mercilessly smashed to pieces - Scorpius hoped Professor Hodge wouldn't blame them for it - for now, he respectfully put everyone's brooms back where they belonged .

And when Scorpius laid out the Gryffindors' brooms, Draco seemed to be in a good mood, and it was quite rare that he didn't complain about his meddling.

Satisfied, Scorpius finished the task and returned to Prince Slytherin. The two of them stood at a close distance in tacit understanding while watching him huddle together in the distance to study how to insert the key into the door. Gryffindor - now what seems to be holding them back is the key's wings, which are too big and in the way.

Ron suggested they just shove it in.

And Hermione stopped them by screaming angrily "Don't you see it's snapped off one of its wings"—

"..."

As if they weren't in a hurry right now.

Sometimes Scorpius had to agree with what Draco said, and the Gryffindors could make themselves goofy without the Slytherins harassing them.

Unfortunately the only two Slytherins present didn't seem to want to help, they were busy (somewhat deliberately) at this inappropriate time and equally inappropriate place...

Small talk.

"You don't think that's why the Comet series of broom makers have never gone out of business just because the broom looks good in pieces, do you?" Scorpius asked the people around him.

When Scorpius heard his words, the platinum nobleman beside him snorted coldly: "You make me look like a pervert, Gretel."

"..."

Yes, don't doubt it, you are a pervert.

Before Draco found himself, Scorpius completely withdrew the slight approval from his face, and when the platinum noble turned his head to look at him, the latter only saw it on the face of the senior Slytherin. A very serious expression——

"Tell me what you think is good about comets?" Scorpius found himself asking this stupid question in order to change the subject.

"Slow enough." His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin replied without thinking, "If you—or me, either of us had a light wheel under our ass—even if it was just a light wheel 1998, I would Don’t even dare to make the move of changing brooms in mid-air—”

Scorpius turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at Draco. The expression on Draco's face softened a little, and he helped his hair, which had been fixed with hairspray, without any fuss. His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin withdrew the expression on his face. He was in high spirits, and muttered: "Of course, it doesn't mean that because my ass is an old-fashioned comet and yours is a comet that should go into a museum, my dad won't rush if he finds out. I yelled—"

Scorpius lowered his eyebrows in satisfaction.

But this time, it was Draco's turn to finally react and raise his eyebrows: "Hey, what happened just now, you look like any of my guardians!"

"...I'm not." But I'll be your future son's guardian - the last sentence Scorpius decided to let it rot in his stomach.

"Of course you're not," Draco muttered, "how can you pretend to be my guardian under the name I've chosen for my future son, a Malfoy heir."

As if he was talking about something that made him feel extremely depressed, he glanced at Scorpius with those silver-gray pupils, and for some reason, Slytherin seemed to decide to let himself join in the endless quarrel Gryffindors—

To be precise, it is called strong insertion.

He seemed a little rude and snatched the key from the Savior of Gryffindor—

"Okay, Potter, are you going to hold this stupid big key in a daze until next Christmas? Granger, shut up too, it's just a damn transfiguration spell, if you have to worry about it If there's a pigeon in some invisible corner that has to spend its life on the land like a penguin on its own paws—"

While talking about annoying lessons, Draco interrupted the Gryffindors a little rudely, and shoved the key into the crack of the door——

"Then I think that the remaining problems can be handed over to Gretel to solve."

Draco said, turning the key, and he was satisfied to see the door open.

Finally, open.

Prince Slytherin lowered his head and looked at the "Flying Key" with his feathers in a mess, while pulling it out of the keyhole without any mercy, and stuffed it into Scorpius——

"Here, Gretel," Draco said critically with disgust, "did I mention I'm allergic to feathers? Damn this thing smells like owl droppings on its wings!"

Scorpius rolled his eyes, and took the key under Hermione's worried and uneasy eyes, and he used a healing magic - it was still taught by the adult version of Draco, when wars were always at hand. The explosion is happening all the time, and they have to each learn some emergency magic in case of emergency.

And according to Draco and Sirius, Scorpius' healing magic is the best of all, including the Savior of Gryffindor—

Although he ruled out Sirius as flattery, at least Draco seldom complimented people directly... the frequency was comparable to missing a Christmas present once a year.

So at this moment

When the senior Slytherin put his wand back into his pocket, the dying key that he held in his hand regained his spirit. It waved its plump, neat and strong wings, slowly soared into the air, and then, under everyone's eyes It shook its wings vigorously, and with its pair of healthy wings, happily returned to the group of other keys——

This scene is touching enough.

"That's just a key." Draco said in a disgusted voice, "What's the matter with you guys looking at it with 'watching hope fly free'?"

... However, on such occasions, there will always be a person who is responsible for making noise and stirring up the atmosphere.

Everyone present rolled their eyes—but of course Draco would pretend that he didn't see anything. At this time, he had already maintained the disgusted face he had just a second ago, and stretched out his hand to close the door that blocked their progress. Push it away!

Everyone subconsciously held their breath.

Unexpectedly, however, they saw nothing.

The second room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Draco took a quick step back, suddenly alert.

Instead, it was the Savior of Gryffindor who bravely became the first one to step into the room.

When Harry stepped on both feet in that room, what was surprising was that all the candles in the room were suddenly lit, and a shocking scene was illuminated in the flickering candlelight!

All found themselves standing on the edge of a huge chessboard.

Standing in front of them were black chess pieces. Those chess pieces seemed to be as tall as the two of them. Standing there silently and solemnly, one could easily think of the Easter stone statues.

At the other end of the room, facing them, are some white chess pieces of the same size——

Behind everyone, the door they came from closed automatically with a bang, blocking their way back.

And this moment.

Under the half-bright and half-asleep dim candlelight, Scorpius only felt a trace of cool air drifting from the back of his neck. At this moment, he seemed to feel as if he had stepped into the scene of some horror movie—all those chess pieces were missing. Any facial features seem to be shoddy and rushed products...

And when Scorpius' eyes fell on a chess piece that was closest to him—probably representing a "knight", the cold and sharp luster of the black sword in the chess piece's hand made him dismiss this idea again.

These details are enough to double the eerie feeling at this time.

"What does this mean?" The Savior of Gryffindor sounded a little uncertain.

His voice was low, as if he was doing so unconsciously so as not to accidentally wake the pieces.

Unfortunately, no one wanted to answer him.

"If we naively think that these pieces are just for scaring people," the Prince Slytherin hissed, and he approached them cautiously, "in fact, we only need to hold our heads high and use two Legs passed between them—”

While everyone was staring, Draco raised his foot - but a second before he fell, when everyone was holding their breath and waiting for the miracle to happen, he stopped.

And turned around, looking at Scorpius silently and expressionlessly.

The latter resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the ceiling, and shrugged: "I will keep an eye on your back."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin raised his jaw in satisfaction.

Then one of his feet landed on the board - nothing happened...

The platinum noble seemed to hesitate for a while, and then he stepped on the chessboard with black and white grids with his second foot - still nothing happened.

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin seemed relieved.

He took a step forward, and at this moment, he came to a position completely parallel to the black queen—those pieces moved as if they were dead—

And just when Draco was about to take the second step with confidence, something happened on the chessboard—the chess pieces that were like real decorative statues a second ago came to life one by one, and the horse the knight was riding kicked its hooves , the sharp cross in the bishop's hand, and the soldier's shield dropped down——

Everyone took a deep breath.

Draco's silver-gray pupils narrowed slightly. He watched the knight riding a horse, walking towards him step by step according to the rules on the grid, and stopped in front of him. looking down at him—

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Hermione let out an obvious gasp - their eyes widened in horror, and the ominousness spread in their hearts, but everyone seemed to have been cast by some terrible magic, their feet became extremely heavy, firmly fixed on the ground——

Before the knight's broadsword fell on Draco's neck, the Gryffins could not bear to look directly and closed their eyes, but at this moment, they heard a curse, and then, when they opened their eyes suddenly , only had time to see the senior Slytherin present leaping forward, grabbing the hem of the platinum nobleman's robe, and directly dragging him off the chessboard——

The two rolled into a ball, and both fell to the ground on their backs.

Scorpius was crushed underneath, and his teeth were cracked, but at this moment, when he saw all the pieces on the chessboard returned to their original positions, the relieved senior Slytherin finally had In the mood to play the first joke since stepping into this gloomy room——

"Look, Draco," he said to the platinum nobleman who was lying on top of him, "at least this time I watched your back, oh, to be precise, I watched your whole body."