[HP] Noble

To be precise, as a member of the category of "legal" pets, cats are not a rare creature at Hogwarts-for example, Pansy has a purebred cat, although Draco thinks that cat looks like it was born with the unfortunate face first... Uh uh uh, putting aside Draco's slightly more demanding aesthetics for now, I don't know why , When someone insisted on linking keywords such as "cat" and "corridor", almost everyone present at the same time thought of the elusive female cat raised by Mr. Filch.

"The cat's corpse? Is, is it Mrs. Norris?" A hesitant voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, and Ron Weasley asked red-faced, "Really? I mean—professor—you Saw the - corpse of Mr. Filch's cat?"

Everyone present could hear that Ron's voice sounded fearful and expectant——

The two college deans present frowned at the same time because of the obvious tone, and the other students sighed as if inspired by something and began to whisper to each other——

Scorpius doesn't think it's the redheaded Gryffindor's fault, after all everyone knows how annoying Filch is, the Squib who walks up and down the corridors all day, and he's going to get mad with that nasty cat Yelling at everyone in the hallway with their own wand - whether that person was actually going to use magic in the hallway or if he just wanted to get his wand out and wipe it.

Not to mention Gryffindor, even the Slytherin students don't like him-however, they hate this administrator just because they think he is a squib... Draco once said bluntly that in the fifth grade U Hogwarts under Mlitch's rule, they used to patrol the corridors together for a while, and at that time, Filch felt disgusted by the expression on his face when he used magic.

Facing Ron's question, when everyone, including Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, showed a subtle expression, at this moment, Lockhart became the only one who answered quickly : "Who is Filch?"

Everyone: "..."

"It's the administrator of our school," said Professor McGonagall dryly, and she looked terribly disgusted with herself—probably regretting that she hadn't tried so hard to stop Dumbledore from letting this go wrong. "Honestly, Professor Lockhart, I thought you'd at least get to know us a little bit before throwing your résumé into Hogwarts—"

"Yes, of course I know about it, but I think that important things like interpersonal relationships need to be created with my own hands," Professor Lockhart didn't look embarrassed at all, he laughed again, looking He bared his teeth as if he was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation, "And please correct me, I don't have time to take the initiative to send my resume to Hogwarts because of my busy work—I was invited—Of course, this is not It means that I am better than other professors, yes, I am the same as you, and you are equally good!"

Everyone: "..."

Professor McGonagall looked one step closer to madness.

Professor Snape's face was tense, and now he looked as if he had swallowed a live rat.

When Draco sneezed into Scorpius' arms with a smothered smile, the ridiculous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had already walked out with his dark brown, neatly groomed curly hair holding his head high, and As he walked, he described to the people behind him tirelessly how Dumbledore wrote a letter of request that was too enthusiastic to refuse, inviting him to come to Hogwarts as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts— —

It was loud enough that when they walked through the conservatory, Professor Sprout, who was inside explaining Mandrake roots to the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw second-years, stopped and frowned. Turn your head and look outside.

"—what nonsense!"

Professor McGonagall, who was walking behind the Gryffindor children, finally couldn't bear it anymore and shook her fist at Professor Lockhart's back. Her movement almost caused the pointed wizard hat on her head to fall off——

"His CV was hand-delivered to Dumbledore's office - at the time, oh, I swear I wondered why anyone would do such a weird thing as putting perfume on their CV!"

As Professor McGonagall lowered his voice and roared, the lion cubs walking in front finally couldn't hold back their eyes and laughed. Ron seemed to have completely forgotten the embarrassing things he had just done. Harry burst into laughter, and under Hermione's disapproving gaze, he swayed recklessly and bumped into the other's shoulder.

Hermione frowned, stomped her feet, and scolded very severely in a low voice: "Can you still walk properly?"

Ron smiled like an idiot to himself: "Oh, this is really ridiculous, isn't it, Harry-is this guy a monkey invited to be funny?"

Harry shrugged. "I can't believe why I'm sitting in a classroom listening to him talk nonsense."

Hermione looked like she was going crazy with the boys.

Behind the Gryffindors was the Slytherin. Compared to the noisy atmosphere of the Gryffindors, the Slytherins seemed quiet, probably because the dean was following them at this moment. A lot—Draco had been rickety like he'd been refusing to get up since he fell into Scorpius's arms, and his huge candy package was back in Scorpius's hands again, too—so At this moment, the senior Slytherin had to hold Master Malfoy on one hand to help him walk so that he would not fall to the ground, and he had to carry his huge package with the other hand, making every step difficult move forward...

Professor Snape walked at the back of everyone, and when Scorpius occasionally took time to peek back at his professor, it was not surprising to find that their dean still had the humiliated and resentful expression on his face. expression.

-Head of Slytherin looked deeply stimulated by Lockhart's "I'm like you".

At this moment.

They should have been uneasy about the "cat's corpse" that they were about to face next, which sounded weird, but for some reason now, the atmosphere of Professor Lockhart's enthusiastic "speech" was a little joyful. It's not normal. During the period, Draco muttered again in Scorpius' voice that he seemed to have an auditory hallucination again. In recent days, he always felt that he heard something crawling around him. According to What Draco said, the voice didn't sound real, and every time he tried to find something reptile around him, he usually ended in failure.

"Oh, Gretel, did you hear something?" Leaning lazily in the arms of the senior Slytherin, the platinum aristocrat was like a snake without bones, "hiss—swish—this The sound really sounds like an inkblot."

"You're the first to use 'ink' to describe sounds, Draco," Scorpius held up the strip of candies, resisting the urge to stuff them into Draco's arms, "maybe you just heard There was the sound of rats crawling through the pipes below."

Small animals crawling through the pipes underneath - this is the most common fixed sentence used by Scorpius to comfort Draco recently.

Because besides this, Scorpius didn't know what to say.

Draco has the bloodline of magical creatures in his body. No one knows what will happen to this mysterious bloodline when he first enters the awakening period. There are no rules, and the effects produced by different people are different. It's completely different. Under the circumstances that nothing can be determined, Scorpius can only guess that Draco's frequent hearing of these strange voices is entirely possible because Draco's bloodline is really gradually awakening. This subtle change makes His vision or hearing has been improved for a short time——

However, it is also possible that he just had auditory hallucinations or hallucinations.

For this, Scorpius didn't understand. After all, for the dark wizard family, the lineage of magical creatures is an extremely private matter. Now that Draco did not take the initiative to tell him about this, Scorpius would not Might have pointedly reminded him that it's probably a matter of blood...

So, he could only remind Draco to write a letter to his family to briefly mention this matter, praying that Mr. Malfoy could give his son some help... At the same time, he would also remind Draco to pay attention to rest , and remind him to pay attention to the difference between fantasy and reality, so as to avoid unnecessary accidents that put him in danger.

"I do think it's an invisible ghost," Draco yawned, looking uninterested, "because the voice is going away—from the bottom up, oh, like it can go through walls— — what else is there to do at Hogwarts besides ghosts?"

"Stop it, Draco." Pansy, who had been staying with Daphne and talking in a low voice, suddenly turned around. She shuddered and said in a tone that didn't feel good, "I'm starting to feel a little Scared."

"Silly girl." Draco sneered, looking very disapproving of Pansy's timidity.

At this moment, Professor Lockhart who was walking in front of them suddenly quickened his pace, and at the same time he did not forget to wave to the group of people behind him: "Hey, this way, I remember that I went to a restaurant on the second floor. bathroom!"

"Second floor?" Draco sneered from behind, "It's really far away. Is the bathroom on the first floor full or something?"

Goyle and Crabbe laughed silly at Draco's sarcasm, but at this moment, Draco was dissatisfied to find that the black-haired Slytherin beside him was not paying attention On him—he was staring thoughtfully instead at...

Draco's silver-gray pupils flickered for a moment, and then he followed the eyes of the senior Slytherin beside him calmly, and what caught his eyes was a red that he thought was extremely annoying—that damned Haribo special.

Draco straightened his body slightly, squeezed Scorpius' wrist, and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, it's just that Potter is a little strange." Scorpius pointed his chin in the direction of the Gryffindor savior, "He suddenly became quiet from just now, as if he had discovered something, he was serious What are you listening to—strange, he doesn’t have auditory hallucinations like you, does he? Otherwise—”

Scorpius couldn't finish his sentence.

Because at this time, there was a sudden commotion in the Gryffindor team walking in front of them. This was mainly because the person they were discussing at this moment suddenly became manic from the quiet appearance just now. The Savior of Ryffindor suddenly let out a roar of "Aww", and then he squatted down suddenly as if he had been punched in the stomach alive, Hermione was startled by him, and The red-haired Gryffindor beside him also looked very surprised——

Before everyone could reflect what happened, the Gryffindor Redeemer who was squatting on the ground stood up again——

"It's going to kill people!" He shouted without warning, and then, ignoring the astonished eyes of the people around him, he pushed away the crowd in three steps at a time and ran forward like crazy!

Professor Lockhart, who was walking in the front, looked back at Harry in surprise, and when the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor found that the boy had attracted all the eyes that were originally on him, he showed a dissatisfied expression : "Harry, come back, no running in the corridors—"

But Gryffindor ignored him, and he ran at the head of the line—this attracted a small number of Gryffindors who couldn't help running along with him, as if they knew that Professor Lockhart was going to As if they were taking them somewhere, they didn't go in the direction of the bathroom, but under Harry's leadership, they came directly to the end of the corner of a fork on the second floor——

The children running in front found that on the wall in front of them, something seemed to be ignited and sparkling... When the crowd cautiously tried to get closer, they were drunk by Professor McGonagall who caught up behind them. stop--

A serious middle-aged witch can run faster than anyone else in high heels. She even surpassed Harry who was at the front in just a dozen seconds—she stuffed her student into her Behind him, he drew out the magic wand at his waist, and the fluorescent light emitted from the tip of the wand instantly illuminated the entire end of the corridor——

Immediately afterwards, what they saw in front of them made them all gasp in unison!

In the middle of the two windows at the end of the corridor, a foot above the ground, some writing was painted with bright red dye. Under the illumination of the lighting spell, the writing seemed to still be shining with a wet luster: the secret room was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.