[HP] Noble

four hours later.

Inside the Slytherin common room.

"And then? How's Weasley?" His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin asked a little lazily, drawing out his voice. He held his soft black hair in the palm of his hand, and tidied up the hair that he had already gathered into a bundle, "Your hair is too slippery, Gretel, if you will let me use some hairspray—"

"I don't need that thing." Scorpius frowned, and said to the careless nobleman behind him, "You're pulling my hair, Draco, take it easy."

And Draco, who was trying his best to tuck the senior Slytherin's hair into the headband, obviously didn't plan to pay attention to him—in fact, he didn't hold back the strength to grab the other's hair at all—what a joke, If he let go of his hand a little at this moment, what is waiting for him is that the hair that he has tied up with great difficulty will be scattered again. Thinking of this, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin wrinkled his nose, and pulled it away as if he had made up his mind Topic: "And what happened to Weasley?"

"He probably wanted to cast a vomiting curse on you or something, but the spell hit himself, you all saw." Sitting on the sofa, Scorpius frowned frequently because of the pain of his hair being pulled back, which would By the time he was young, he had already begun to regret asking Draco to tidy up his overly long hair, "Because of the damage of the wand—I heard that it has something to do with the wear of the core of the wand, anyway, the vomiting curse did not go wrong in the spell The circumstances have changed too - Weasley is now spitting slugs out of his mouth incessantly."

Draco: "Spit what?"

Scorpius: "Slugs, the slimy, transparent kind."

Everyone: "..."

"You should go to the auditorium tonight. There is no one within five seats around Weasley. Even Potter and Granger are sitting across from him with a few chairs," Scorpius said. Said, "They did look genuinely worried about Weasley, but probably not enough so that they could hold back and watch Weasley spit slugs on a plate while stuffing them in their own mouths. The borsch scene..."

As soon as Scorpius finished speaking, he heard a burst of undisguised laughter from the Slytherins around him who were listening to him with great interest just a second ago—the girls showed disgusting and happy faces Goyle and Crabbe laughed so hard that they rolled onto the ground and shook into a ball!

Judging from the frequency with which his hair was being grabbed, Scorpius felt that Draco was shaking his shoulders and laughing wildly at this moment——

Scorpius moved his ass uneasily: "Be careful, Draco, you're still holding my—"

The black-haired Slytherin hadn't finished speaking, and then he felt his scalp loosen - accompanied by Draco's annoyed growl behind him, the long hair fell down Scorpius' shoulders again .

"What jokes do you tell when I'm pulling your hair, Gretel! Almost! Almost I'll be able to shove the damn hair into that scrunchie!"

"Be reasonable, Your Royal Highness." Scorpius turned his head and looked at Draco who hissed and growled at him speechlessly and said, "It was you who urged me to ask me what happened to Weasley - I won't talk about you Still not happy, now blame me!"

Pansy covered her mouth and laughed—in her opinion, having a prefect with hair longer than a girl was a very new thing to her, not only that, but in fact, apart from Pansy, Scott Pee thinks everyone in Slytherin seems to think so - and seniors whistling at him when he walks into the Slytherin common room with his long hair...

Daphne, who had the most exaggerated reaction, flipped a piece of cake onto her new dress.

After spending an afternoon in the common room, in order to prevent a fifth person pointing at him from a distance and asking "Where is the transfer student?", Scorpius decided to let Madam Pomfrey restore his hair to its original state. Before the length, he'd have to tie his hair up instead of letting it loose like a girl—and the long hair was just too much of a hindrance, really.

And at this moment, the pretty little face of Master Draco Malfoy, who offered to tie his hair up, twitched quickly, as if he had endured the next wave of willful duties that were about to come to his lips , He frowned, grabbed a lock of Scorpius's hair and gently tugged, and said in a very annoyed voice: "Do it all over again!"

Scorpius' head was thrown back by Draco's movement.

Pansy was sitting on the sofa opposite Scorpius, holding her chin in both hands, she blinked and glanced at the white and slender neck of her Mr. Prefect exposed by this action——

"I'm so glad you're not a girl, Scorpius, I'm just now realizing what a blessing it is." Pansy said with a smile, "Slytherin's green and black hair are simply the most elegant combination, if You're a girl, and you'll be more popular than Ravenclaw's Cho Chang."

Zabini couldn't help laughing again.

Draco let out a sneering smack behind Scorpius.

"That doesn't sound like a compliment at all, Pansy, I'm a real male creature with a handle - no matter how long my hair is - oh, it's annoying, I wish Madam Pomfrey would send me a message tonight that she has Empty," muttered Scorpius, "this hair is like a nightmare!"

"Just dream," Draco said sarcastically, making a face behind Scorpius' head, "Now the medical wing is full of people lying on the ground, if you go to trouble Madam Pomfrey again , you won't gain anything other than getting that woman yelling at you."

Scorpius paused, turned his head slightly and asked in a discussing tone: "Then we can use a cutting spell ourselves?"

"It can't be done—turn your head back, don't move!" Draco snapped back. "The Cutting Curse is a rude spell. It will either cut your head off whole, or it will just turn you into a A second Professor Snape."

Professor Snape?

Scorpius thought about Professor Snape's curtain-like, greasy hairstyle, and he shuddered, realizing that it was more effective than the threat of "cut your head off" to make him decide to abandon this bad idea. .

At this time, it felt that Draco had successfully re-tied his hair into a neat bunch, and his voice sounded a bit vague when he was talking to Goyle, and it sounded like he was probably holding the rope for convenience On the lips—the feeling of all the hair being erected and even the sideburns being pulled back made Scorpius feel very uncomfortable, so even after his heavy hair was successfully grabbed into a bunch of ponytails and tied behind his head, Scorpius Pi still couldn't help but want to reach out and grab it——

"Don't catch it!" Whenever this time, the Slytherin prince who was sitting next to him and talking to others would always slap him in the face as if he had a third eye that was specially used to stare at him. Hand, "I got it done with great difficulty, don't get it loose!"

"It's too heavy." Scorpius frowned, and couldn't help saying, "The Hair Growth Curse was originally intended for you—I stopped Potter from letting him turn you into a mammoth, Draco."

"Really?" Draco raised an eyebrow, "Thank you."

Scorpius made a sarcastic look at the sneering platinum aristocrat in front of him, and then twisted his head - at this moment, he was busy with Flint grabbing the last bit before the curfew Time, let's discuss how to appease Professor Snape's anger tomorrow—this "group brawl" that took place on the Quidditch pitch this afternoon naturally directly angered the deans of both colleges. Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall expressed their disappointment and anger at the immature behavior of the team members—

If it weren't for the fact that the game is coming up and the players need a chance to make up for their mistakes, it's hard to say whether they would directly ban the players of the academy team from training for a week or two as a punishment.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have followed you." Scorpius said dejectedly, "You should have seen the expression on Professor Snape's face when he saw me this afternoon—it was like seeing a Weasley who can spit a snot , he smiled and said 'Nice new look, Mister Gretel'—and told me that Madam Pomfrey was busy and didn't have time to talk to me."

"He may really think your new look is good." Flint tried to reassure his prefect. "After all, everyone thinks so."

"..."

Scorpius shot him a hard look.

Then came curfew time.

Scorpius stood up and adjusted the clothes on his body, grabbed the cloak on the sofa and seemed to go out, before he took two steps, Draco grabbed him from behind - the silver-gray eyes of Prince Slytherin Wei Wei squinted and looked him up and down, as if spying on something: "Where are you going?"

"Night Watch," Scorpius said firmly.

"It doesn't look that simple." Draco pursed his lips and said in a suspicious, unhappy voice.

"It's as simple as night watch." Scorpius frowned, and pulled the hem of his clothes out of the hands of Prince Slytherin, "Listen, Draco, if you bribe the seniors to give them You cast the Invisibility Charm and come out, I'll tell Professor Snape - and Mr Malfoy will probably get an update the next day - guess what he'll think!"

"Well, that's an improvement, Gretel—you actually learned how to use my father to threaten me." Draco seemed to have finally compromised, he showed a dissatisfied expression, and sat back on the sofa with folded arms Seeing the senior Slytherin in front of him trying to put on the cloak of the autumn and summer exchange season, he finally couldn't help but said, "You're going out like this?"

"What else? Put on makeup? Make yourself look better?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows and asked.

Draco turned his head and muttered something, but Scorpius couldn't hear it at all, and then he saw the platinum noble twisted his head back and pointed at him: "Why don't you wear more, Halloween is coming, autumn is here .”

"That's it," Scorpius buttoned the cloak directly, "I'm too lazy to go upstairs to get it——Okay, I'm going out, you go to bed early, good night."

After speaking, Scorpius turned and hurried out of the common room.

When he left, a large number of students were yawning and starting to go upstairs to sleep in their dormitories, while the platinum nobles leaning against the fire remained motionless and seemed to have no intention of doing so until Slytherin The prefect's back disappeared into the shadow of the passage, so he withdrew his gaze, casually took the heavy herbal dictionary that was on the coffee table, and opened it on his lap.

"Aren't you going upstairs to sleep, Draco?" Pansy asked curiously.

"Don't sleep." Draco muttered, erected the dictionary, yawned a little under the cover of the heavy book, and then said in a light voice, "I'm not sleepy yet."