[HP] Noble

"—Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant."

The deep voice was protracted and emphasized, but different from usual, it didn't sound lazy - it seemed that the speaker was thinking deeply...

"What's that, Draco?" Scorpius asked.

"I don't know, the term 'successor' hasn't been used for a long time," Draco frowned, his pretty face seemed a little mature because of the rare seriousness, "Because it's too formal, usually— —Uh uh uh, if there is not a very large and long-standing family history or huge assets, even in the ceremony of the replacement of the family head of the noble wizard, such a word is rarely used-it has a chronological, accurate Even as a mere noun, it is obsolete.”

"Oh," Scorpius blinked vigorously, and in Draco's secretive words, a bad guess emerged in his mind, "What is the secret room?"

"The Chamber of Secrets... a long, long time ago, I heard my father mention it, and it was back when he was in school."

Scorpius paused, lowered his voice subconsciously, and asked in a voice that only he and Draco could hear: "...is it related to Slytherin?"

"Something to do with the founder of Slytherin - but I don't know much about it." Draco shook his head, and he glanced at the dark-haired Slytherin standing beside him - and Scorpius looked back He, there was even a moment when Scorpius thought Draco seemed to have something else to say...

But he didn't.

He finally chose silence.

Scorpius felt the weight on him disappear, and Mr. Draco Malfoy seemed to have finally found his spine and stood upright. His silver-gray eyeballs rolled in their sockets, and finally his eyes stayed on the corridor. On the torches on either side—

The torches were extinguished, which is why they had to use the lighting spell when they came here.

Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly - during the last battle, he happened to learn that Hogwarts was forever shrouded in the blessing spells of the four founders, making everything evergreen and bright just happened to come from Luo Ina Hufflepuff's blessing, the torches and candlesticks in the corridors of Hogwarts have never been extinguished for a hundred years...

Who actually extinguished these torches?

Scorpius frowned, but at this moment, it seemed that someone had finally noticed the same thing as the Slytherins - regardless of the heavy and weird atmosphere at the scene, a cheerful voice sounded from the crowd: "Hey, who is it? Extinguish these candles? Oh, if I catch such a prank, the mischievous child will know his mistake, now the children get out of the way, let me relight this torch—"

After a long flurry of nonsense, Professor Lockhart uttered a flurry of incantations - but when the red light shot from the tip of his wand, and shot back hard at the extinguished torch, Surprisingly, nothing happened at the scene. The flaming spell seemed to be swallowed by darkness, completely failing to ignite the extinguished torches.

Professor Lockhart let out a "huh" and looked around awkwardly, as if he was sincerely praying that no one noticed his failed spell - but to his disappointment, it was probably him who let the "child Get out of the way!" was too high-pitched, and now two-thirds of the students present were looking at him—the remaining one-third belonged to the relatively dull ones, and they just felt the atmosphere. Weird, on the way to turn his head to look at him...

Represented by Ron Weasley - he looks like he's having a hard time holding back his laughter...

"laugh."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin next to him made a mocking sound unabashedly. At the same time, Scorpius subconsciously turned his head and saw Professor Snape with a pleasant and sarcastic smile on his face——Scorpius Copi was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he even thought that his Lord Dean was playing tricks behind him to make Lockhart look bad, but soon he found that he judged a gentleman with the heart of a villain. At this moment, Professor Snape was elegantly crossing his hands empty on his lower abdomen, and his wand was safely placed in the wand clip on his waist.

"It's hard to imagine, Professor Lockhart, what inspired you to use the 'flame curse' to light the torch of Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall turned her head, trying not to laugh or have other personal emotions The tone, she probably used too much force in this aspect, so the middle-aged female professor spoke for a long time so that she looked like a robot, she looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and said, "I don't expect you to see However, I thought that at least every student graduating from Hogwarts would at least know about the history of the four great founders of the school and the precious gifts they left for us..."

"Pansy is right. If it wasn't for Hermione Granger being an out-and-out Mudblood, anyone would suspect that she and Professor McGonagall are somehow related by blood." Draco looked at being said Blushing, looking at Professor Lockhart who wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it, he said in a tone of no sympathy, "When they talk about books, they have an almost perverted obsession."

In this case, Scorpius didn't want to remind Draco that he probably had absolutely no position to complain about others in this regard.

He just answered absent-mindedly, and then tried his best to stare wide-eyed and stretch his neck to look into the corridor through the crowd—at the moment when the red light flashed on the tip of Professor Lockhart's wand just now, Scorpius always felt that he seemed to see There seemed to be something else hanging under the ever-burning torch.

But the surrounding light was too dark, and now he couldn't see clearly whether there was anything there.

The wand lighting spell in Professor McGonagall's hand also disappeared—the blood-red words on the wall were too scary, and some timid second-grade girls were already making sobbing sounds, and they seemed to be frightened Already... At this moment, if Professor Lockhart was not still fussing about looking for lame reasons to excuse his stupid behavior just now, the atmosphere in the room should be very heavy.

It's almost like a malicious horror incident.

Just when everyone present came out of the joke made by Professor Lockhart and returned to reality, the previous chattering voices gradually disappeared. When everything around them fell into silence again, fear returned. Back to them—Harry, Hermione, and Ron were at the head of the line, and some were eyeing the Gryffindor Savior suspiciously—

At this moment, someone finally remembered that Potter seemed to have had a "strange" reaction just now.

Harry was very uncomfortable being looked at by such eyes, so those who looked at them with strange eyes were stared back viciously one by one.

At this moment, a tall and thin figure with a tall pointed wizard hat appeared behind everyone, and chanted a long series of complicated and eloquent spells from the mouth of the people——

Immediately afterwards, everyone only had time to feel a beam of blue and bronze intertwined light flying over their heads, and then only heard a loud "boom", and the torches on both sides of the corridor moved from the nearest to the depth of the corridor. Starting from the direction of the fire, the flames danced in bunches, and were re-ignited once again!

Everyone turned their heads, and under the bright firelight, they saw their old headmaster smiling kindly at them. The old man didn't say anything, but slowly moved the dead branch in his hand, which fit the image of an old man. As if the wand was retracted into the sleeve, he whispered Rowena Hufflepuff's name in a low voice as if talking to himself. When the half-moon eyes were lifted up, the pair of pale blue eyes shone with wisdom. of light.

The students automatically separated to the two sides, making way for Professor Dumbledore—even Professor Snape, after letting out a dull nasal snort, grabbed the unresponsive before he had time to react. What the hell happened, Goyle's shoulders got out of the way and stuck to the wall of the corridor.

But before the old headmaster followed the path that the crowd gave way to the bloody characters at the end of the corridor, there was a sudden scream from the end of the line, and then, it seemed that someone fell to the ground and let out a pain. Hurrah!

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, just in time to see the red-haired Gryffindor sitting in a puddle of water coming out of nowhere, clutching his buttocks, and on the torch above his head, There was a mass of black stuff hanging on——

Scorpius' heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, the senior Slytherin heard Pansy, who was standing beside her, scream. Into the arms of Draco who was next to her, the dark-haired Slytherin girl's hairy head rubbed against Draco's arms, who staggered back a few steps from her bump and glanced When Scorpius beside him found that the other party's attention was not on him at all, he hesitated for a while, then put his hand on the back of the little girl in his arms and patted twice perfunctorily.

"Well, Pansy, that's just a dead cat," Draco said nonchalantly. "Maybe it's not dead—then it's not even a dead body."

Draco's humor always comes at the most inopportune times.

In fact, almost everyone present was scared to death by the scene in front of them——

The cat's corpse wasn't terrible, but when it was a cat's corpse that was familiar to all of them, it seemed a little subtle—Ms. Norris was completely stiff, and its body was straight Like a piece of wood, it felt as if it had seen something terrible, and its cat eyes, which usually looked at the students faintly, widened. Blending into one, it became a statue full of disobedience.

Everyone was terrified by what they saw. They stood motionless as if roots had grown from the bottom of their feet. After waiting for a few seconds, they saw Dumbledore's face Going forward indifferently, gently brushing his old hand over Mrs. Norris's body, the cat exploded and hung down softly, and its stiff body also fell down. When Dumbledore's tail was released from the torch, Dumbledore stretched out his other hand, just in time to catch the falling cat that was no longer stiff, but still opened its eyes wide as if it was dying.

This scene happened to be seen clearly by Pan Xi, who wanted to take another look back. The little girl sobbed loudly, and then buried her face even deeper into the platinum nobleman's crotch, which was firmly grasped by her. in the arms.

"Oh, Pansy..." Draco sounded as if he was being patient with his limited tenderness for a young man, "we can't just let it hang there forever."

At this time, Dumbledore reached out and touched the cat's nose, then raised his head and calmly announced to everyone: "I'm afraid Mrs. Norris is still alive."

Immediately, there was a sigh in the crowd—compared to the gloating of misfortune before, when they saw the cat on the verge of death, now they knew that it was not dead, and the students almost subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, Professor Dumbledore said that damned cat is alive, oh, it's actually alive." Draco rolled his eyes above Pansy's invisible head, "Not all cats are alive." It's your 'little baby' with a troll-stepped face, and seriously Pansy, you don't have to empathize so much—"

Draco didn't finish his sentence.

"Gentlemen and ladies—what's going on here?!"

Before Pansy threw his fist at Draco's face (Scorpius thinks it's entirely possible if Draco continues to "comfort" like this), Mr. Filch's voice rang out from outside the corridor. The voice interrupted the Slytherin prince.

He was probably attracted by the strange appearance of a large group of students gathered in the corridor. If the administrator is more careful, he will find that when he yells "You guys What are the little devils discussing together?" While rushing towards this side, more students looked at him not with disgust as usual, but full of sympathy——

Without even being pushed by the Squib master, the students once again performed Moses splitting the sea, making way for the poor man, just as they had made way for Professor Dumbledore before—

This gave Mr. Filch a quick glimpse of his wide-eyed, lifeless "wife" lying limp in Dumbledore's hands.

"My cat! My cat!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Screaming, Mr. Filch sprinted toward Dumbledore, but before he could touch his cat, he passed out from the excitement.