[HP] Noble

Although in this special period, not many students chose to stay for Christmas, but obviously, the Christmas dinner did not become a form of fooling people casually because of this. In fact, the decoration of the auditorium can be said to be magnificent .

The long tables of the four colleges have been put away, leaving only the huge long table in the middle, which shows that everyone regardless of the colleges is gathered together tonight; there are ornaments composed of chrysanthemums and holly hanging down from the ceiling; it is indispensable The beautiful Christmas tree is placed on both sides of the auditorium, covered with all kinds of exquisite decorations and jungle goblins flying around the treetops; under the Christmas tree are many colorful gift boxes-in the usual Under normal circumstances, they are all empty boxes or decorations made of foam, but today when Scorpius and the others walked into the auditorium, Professor Lockhart, who was guarding the door, blinked and pretended to be mysterious, suggesting that they might go to Opening one of those colorful boxes—though Draco thought it was stupid to "study the decorations" anyway, so when he peeled off the ornate wrapping of what he thought was an empty gift box and It must be said that he looked a bit taken aback when he managed to find a brand new quill inside.

"Why, aren't they empty?" The platinum noble showed a blank expression, "Does this mean that Hogwarts' financial problems this year are not in deficit at least until the Christmas purchases?"

"... At this time, you just need to express your happiness and say 'thank you' to Professor Dumbledore or any professor." Scorpius pulled out the quill from the platinum noble's hand with a headache, and then took the quill out of the hand. The usual quill, which cost no more than a few Nutters, was tucked into the pocket of Draco's gown.

At the same time, they heard a burst of cheers behind them.After the Slytherins exchanged an inexplicable look, they turned their heads in unison, and then saw Ron Weasley standing in the middle of the crowd with a flushed face - at his feet there was also a newly disassembled A small gift box, and he himself looked pleasantly surprised and shyly staring at the Galleon tightly held in his hand, and at the moment standing behind him was patting his shoulder vigorously. Professor Lockhart, at this moment, Professor Lockhart is happily saying loudly: "Look at what our Weiser (wrongly remembered Ron's last name) got - the highest surprise award tonight, a A real Galleon! Hey, I'm being too immodest to say this, but I have to say it was my idea, 'The kid who chooses the smallest gift box and leaves the bigger one for everyone else must get the highest reward '! Oh, in fact, you have acquired something more precious than a Galleon, Weather! Sincerity, great humility, and friendship!"

Scorpius blinked - what could be worse than being bundled up for a chicken soup for the soul when you unwrap a Christmas present?

At this time, Draco, who was standing beside him, turned his head and asked him with a very serious expression: "Oh, is Weather-Garon-Lockhart laughing at Weasley?"

"Obviously you see a deeper layer," Scorpius replied with a suppressed smile, "but obviously, at least the parties involved don't think so."

"The highest award is a gold galleon, which means that the value of the items that will appear in the remaining boxes will never exceed a galleon." This realization made Draco completely lose his mind and continue to unpack these piles under the Christmas tree Interested in presents and seeing what was inside, he placed a long box in his hand that was about to be unpacked back under the tree as it was, then lifted his feet and chose a place closest to them beside the long dining table take a seat.

There is a set of silver cutlery in front of each soft armchair on the dining table--a long row of knives and forks--this is why Scorpius doesn't like Western food, at least on the Chinese table you only With a pair of chopsticks, a bowl and a spoon at most, you will never worry about taking the wrong utensils to eat something that does not correspond and making a joke—and in fact, they don’t have them at Hogwarts on weekdays. Such a big ostentation, but considering that today is Christmas, the number of people sitting at the table has dropped sharply-so presumably because the amount of food that needs to be prepared has decreased, which means that the house-elves at Hogwarts can distribute It takes more time to get to each dish—it’s not that they usually don’t work hard enough, but in normal times, at least everyone’s jelly pudding is well-behaved, presenting the image of a jelly pudding and being placed in the dessert In the bowl, instead of imagining it like this--

A transparent jelly phoenix, probably carved out of a mixture of marmalade and something else, was placed in the center of the table.

"Flastic," Draco muttered, "I don't think jellies like this are edible, they're exposed to the air and get covered in unnecessary dust."

"I think they're pretty," said Scorpius, with genuine admiration. "I guess they're orange, what do you think?"

"I don't guess, how stupid!"

Draco rolled his eyes and turned to talk to Goyle and Crabbe.

A few minutes later, under the stare of the Slytherin foodie duo with firm eyes, His Royal Highness Slytherin turned around and grabbed their prefect angrily: "Tell them that damn jelly It's orange--there's no way there's an orange-yellow chocolate sauce in the world!"

Scorpius: "..."

Draco seemed to have finally given up arguing with Goyle and Crabbe about the jelly statue as Dumbledore sat down at the end of the table facing the door in his exaggerated tall Santa hat. After discussing what the phoenix tastes like, they decided to reluctantly accept Scorpius' "fair" answer of "you will know after eating" and temporarily truce.

When Professor Dumbledore brushed off his beard and leaned aside to talk to Professor McGonagall with a smile, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin lowered his voice and approached Scorpius and said, "I can't restrain an impulse at all now."

"Say it, as long as the dining table isn't turned up before the dinner." Scorpius snickered.

"I want to ask Dumbledore, is the quill in my pocket a free gift from the bookstore when they collectively bought teaching materials for teachers at Lihen Bookstore at the beginning of school this year."

"..."

"Oh, I really want to ask! Because I can't think of anyone who would actually pay for such a cheap quill other than as a gift."

"You might as well overturn the table in front of you now, Draco," Scorpius said in a speechless tone, withholding the smile on his face, "or just sit there obediently and listen to Mr. Principal Christmas message and then put your head down and eat your dinner, don't say anything, don't do anything - don't ask anything!"

Unfortunately, however, Draco was still complaining endlessly: "I think it tickles me through layers of clothes-probably because it's a man-made quill instead of a natural high-grade swan feather. , just thinking about it makes me want to sneeze... oh, I haven't gotten such a cheap gift out of my gift box since I was three years old, and when I was three years old, I got a bouquet from The house-elf who cared for me since I was a child gave me flowers, which I later put in a vase."

"Really?" Scorpius showed a surprised expression in cooperation, and squinted at the platinum noble who was complaining about the quill all the time, "I thought you didn't have a good relationship with the house elves."

Draco shot him back curtly. "The point of the story is—even a house-elf can do a better job than these adults walking around with brains."

And while they were talking, the old Headmaster at the end of the table was gleefully replacing the one on his head with a cheap red Santa hat that had been ripped out of a gift box - it was hard to say which was worse Now, although this floppy hat is in danger of staining the old man's hair with silver strands due to aging, at least it doesn't look like it will poke him when he hangs his head down for a while to eat. Professor McGonagall on the right.

The whole auditorium was in a warm, dry and comfortable environment. All the children who stayed for the festival dismantled all the gift boxes piled up under the Christmas tree like a treasure hunt. They chatted excitedly about what they found in the gift boxes. Those cheap items, Hermione was particularly interested in the fact that she found a Muggle comic in the box-after a few ten minutes, when everyone was seated at the table, Dumbledore led the The man sang a few Christmas songs, and his bright blue eyes were hidden behind half-moon glasses, so he was so convenient that he scanned each face carefully to make sure they were genuine. some of them sang—

This annoyed Draco very much.

Especially when everyone was gleefully singing some popular song from the Muggle world that he had never heard before.

"My mum wrote to me yesterday to tell me that I would regret my decision to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas - until 10 minutes ago I thought it was just a mocking or threatening or whatever sentence, but Now I deeply realize that it is just a descriptive sentence, yes, it is used to describe a fact that is about to happen." Sitting back in his seat, Draco stared expressionlessly at the neatly arranged set in front of him. and said in a low voice, "I'm actually regretting it! Now I'm ashamed of the fact that I promised her 'no regrets' in my letter!"

Scorpius was overjoyed.

Now he just thinks that Draco, who's complaining non-stop, is also very cute - especially when he can't help but pout his lips.The warm atmosphere in the auditorium and the carbon dioxide breathed out by the people gathered in the hall stained his usually pale face with traces of pink, which made people feel the urge to pinch him.

The urge intensified after a few glasses of the warm, sweet eggnog reserved for seniors.

When Scorpius reached for the fourth glass full of eggnog, but before he could touch the glass, the glass was taken away by another pale hand-following the pale, The skin on the back of the hand with slender fingers looked all the way, and finally, Scorpius looked at a pair of silver-gray pupils.

The black-haired Slytherin raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Considering that tonight there aren't many Slytherins enough to turn your fire on - and of those who stay I seem to be bearing the brunt of the brunt, so before I'm sure you won't go nuts when you're drunk," Draco glanced at Hagrid, the hunting ground keeper who was not far away because he was too drunk and started to invite Dumbledore to tap dance with him, then retracted his eyes and said calmly, "I seem to stop you from drinking any more. "

"I won't." Scorpius said after being slightly taken aback, then sat up a little bit to make himself look serious.

"Oh really?" Draco raised an eyebrow, "Actually you're already looking like a lunatic when you're trying to hold back your smirk and tell me 'you won't' with a straight face gone."

"This stuff tastes good." Saying that, Scorpius licked his lower lip, "Do you want to have a taste?"

Draco stared at his wet lower lip for a moment.

The expression on the platinum nobleman's face at this moment should be described as complicated: it was as if the senior Slytherin sitting in front of him had just swallowed a fly wrapped in chocolate sauce alive.

After a long time, Scorpius heard the voice of His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin as if floating from far away: "As a prefect, he advises junior students to try alcohol--while blatantly violating the rules, it also shows that he is usually pretending You, who pay attention to those damn rules, have lost your mind at the moment, and it is a pity that you have been deprived of the right to continue drinking these facts, Mr. Great."