[HP] Noble

"Let's replay the scene - at that time, Potter and the others just came out of the auditorium, and then Weasley saw his little sister running towards him, panting for some reason, who was in a hurry... …while Ginny Weasley and her brother Ron Weasley met in the hallway, and for a split second their eyes looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces looked like they were saying 'hey I killed a man' and ' Oh I knew you murdered'—"

In the Slytherin common room, unlike the students from other colleges returning to school one after another, the Slytherin common room is still empty—it seems that the young masters and ladies have decided to stay in their own gorgeous home. Stay on the sofa until the last second.

And at this moment, since just then - about 15 minutes ago, after finding a comfortable position on the sofa, the Slytherin prefect has not stopped, and he doesn't seem to dislike this moment At this moment, his only audience—the arrogant young master with platinum-blonde hair always turned his back to him.

Draco looked as if he was obsessed with tidying up the potion materials in that cabinet, and Scorpius couldn't stop chattering thoughtfully alone. When he finally finished talking about his brain, He heard Draco slamming one of the small drawers on the potions ingredients cabinet shut.

There was a "snap", very loud.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows, looked at Prince Slytherin who turned silently and stared at him silently, and asked calmly, "What's your opinion?"

"I never thought it was a bad thing for most Slytherins to be paranoid," said the Prince Slytherin deadpan, "but suddenly I do."

"Oh come on Draco, you know there must be something wrong with Ginny Weasley!" Scorpius rolled his eyes forcefully, stood up from the sofa, and announced under the surprised gazes of the platinum nobles, "Tonight we Go to Gryffindor Tower and get the diary back, I need to find out what happened to Riddle that year - if he has a memory that he wants others to see, then I'm sure, at least Ron Weasley And Ginny Weasley must be insiders!"

"What's wrong with you?" Draco showed a sneering expression, grabbed an apple from the coffee table, didn't eat it, just tossed it in his hand, "because of a little girl who was originally abnormal With an abnormal behavior that is perfectly normal to herself, you are going to go to Gryffindor Tower at night? Going to Gryffindor Tower at night for that Ginny Weasley? Don't you think this proposition sounds a little scary Did you hear that Gryffindor Tower stinks like a dragon's lair, full of dung and brimstone—"

"Whatever you say, I have to go anyway... You're the diary that most of the students find after they leave, Draco, I'm a bit concerned about this - the day students leave on Christmas Eve , we've all seen the little Weasley sister react not quite right, she's shivering tightly in her mother's arms, and I think that's a sign of fear."

"It may also be because of the reunion with family members after a long absence."

"It's enough to cry when we meet again after a long absence, why are you shaking?"

"Who knows, you never know what Gryffindors are up to until they've done it."

"..."

"What's the matter?" Scorpius' sudden silence made Draco feel something was wrong.

"Oh, it's nothing," Scorpius rolled his eyeballs in his sockets, sat up a little and said calmly, "I seem to have suddenly discovered something extraordinary."

The platinum noble was taken aback, and stopped throwing and catching apples. He turned his head and looked seriously at the senior Slytherin: "What did you find?"

"You always help her talk, don't you?" Scorpius frowned, not looking like he was joking, "When Blaise and Goyle said she was cute a while ago, you didn't seem to Rebuttal, why, being cute can also avoid being suspected of being a chicken killer, with such benefits, all the dementors in Azkaban will starve to death, right?"

"..." After five seconds of silence, Draco seemed to have finally digested the string of seemingly incomprehensible words that the senior Slytherin said. After a long time, he finally faced He said blankly, "I never noticed which girl they were talking about."

"You have good eyesight, Draco."

"What the hell are you talking about - oh well, forget it, pull it down, for Merlin's sake, I'll accompany you - night break - Gryffindor Tower! As long as you stop talking about me and that little weasel Go together!"

"..."

At least 1 minute ago, throughout Draco's limited life, he never thought that he would need to set foot on Gryffindor grounds one day.

Now, Draco felt very great - generous - tolerant.

But no matter what is desperate, it seems that he is the only one who thinks now.

After he almost surpassed himself to complete the revolutionary compromise, the man who threatened him seemed to have achieved his goal, but he didn't look very damn satisfied-on the contrary, at this moment The dark-haired Slytherin was still staring at him with a furrowed brow - and he'd managed to make him uncomfortable.

After a moment of stalemate, Draco found himself almost annoyed by it, he didn't think he should be guilty at all - but now, he was damn guilty!

After staring at those obnoxious black eyes for a few seconds, he finally couldn't stand the defeat, threw away the apple in his hand, and walked with the word "elegant" on his head The platinum aristocrat jumped onto the sofa like a manic monkey. When the other party was caught off guard, he slammed onto the body of the senior Slytherin who was frowning and staring at him seriously. Amidst the exclamation, he once again stretched out his hand like a monkey with mania and self-willedness (I really don’t want to use this description a second time), self-willedly trying to spread the other’s frowning brows with his fingertips——

"Oh, stop, Draco—" Scorpius was pressed on the sofa, struggling desperately, "You can't try to poke my eyes out of embarrassment, as if I can't see you facing Wes if I'm blind The little sister of the Lai family has bright eyes—”

"There's no one more irritating than you, Scorpigret!" cried His Royal Highness, Prince Slytherin, by name. "Why can't you shut up! Oh, hell, don't Frown again, this is so ugly!"

"You're ugly, you look so pretty when you're yelling at a Gryffindor girl—"

"I said—shut up!"

"Why did you close it?!"

"Because what you said made people have the urge to chant the death curse at you!"

"That's why you're angry, Draco, my dear, listen, I'm going to make a prophecy for you again—look forward to it, although I don't know what happened during the summer vacation this year to make you reborn, But from the third grade onwards, your taste will improve a lot, at least in the future you will like a normal person who won’t just kill a bunch of turkeys and write on the wall with chicken blood—"

then.

When Goyle and Crabbe walked into the Slytherin common room contentedly holding the assortment of cakes stuffed into them by the enthusiastic house-elf in the kitchen, they saw it almost as soon as they walked out of the tunnel. Two Slytherins rolled into a ball on the sofa, and at this moment...

They were so entangled that it seemed hard to tell at a glance whether they were fighting or doing something else.

After two tall and strong second-year Slytherin boys stared at each other for a while, amidst the weird muffled grunts and low growls from the other side of the sofa, they shrank obediently into a corner and ate themselves silently The cakes were as if they had never been there.

And what Goyle and Crabbe couldn't have guessed was that after the curfew that night, the same pair of protagonists on the sofa this morning-then coincidentally groping in the dark, met at the gate of the Slytherin common room.

Of course, as a continuation of the daytime war, it is necessary to ridicule each other.

In the empty and gloomy corridor, besides the sound of the cold wind blowing outside the window, there was a series of hurried footsteps, sandwiched between these footsteps, there were two voices that deliberately lowered the volume, they It sounds like a boring and boring journey when you are using quarrels to pass the time——

"It was fun this Christmas when the Slytherin prefect took the Potter trio into his common room for a friendly and peaceful meeting - and then a day later - he tried to kidnap the two The best student in the year also pays a friendly and peaceful return visit to the Gryffindor common room!"

A lazy, drawn-out voice sounded.

"Oh, it's not a return visit." When the owner of the voice closed his mouth, another voice that seemed quite natural in the footsteps immediately replied, "We are going to steal things, the kind that sneak around, I don't want to talk to Patsy. Any friendship interaction with Weasleys, do you think? I can't see your face in it's dark here, but I'm guessing you're staring at me right now with a terrified expression on your face."

"..."

"Steal the diary and let's go, if you want to see Ginny Weasley's lovely sleeping face—"

"How about it?"

"I'll send you to the principal's office tomorrow—"Trespassing in other people's college common room", "Trespassing in a girls' dormitory", "Perverting someone's sleeping", which crime do you prefer, or just use it together never mind?"

"Well done, Gretel, just the right amount of vexation and never too much meanness - it's like a Slytherin through and through!"

"of course."

"..."

About 10 minutes later, Draco tore off the yellow talisman attached to his shoulder - when his body was exposed to the air, he felt that the cold feeling on his body finally weakened a little. With a long breath, he looked up, and had to accept a fact that he didn't quite want to accept—

He was already standing at the head of the stairs leading to Gryffindor Tower.

It was a long spiral staircase that seemed to have no end. It was an ancient building with a very retro style. The traces of the years could almost be seen on the walls... On the face of the spiral staircase, there were a few meters every few meters. An oil lamp that has been lit for a long time, and the dim light emitted by the oil lamp flutters in the wind, becoming the only illumination that allows people to see the road under their feet clearly at this time.

When a taller slender figure appeared beside him, Draco lazily said without looking back: "Gryffindor Tower is not damp at all."

"That's because the Slytherin common room is always under the Black Lake, so it always looks so humid, but we do have a little bit of scenery that others can't, such as if you live in Gryffindor Tower It means that you may never see the spectacle of a merman mother holding a merman baby swimming past the window like a pet with a piece of kelp..." Scorpius said, patted the cloak on his body and let it fall At the same time, he casually stuffed the used invisibility charm into the dragon skin pocket hanging on his waist.

After finishing all the work, he patted the hesitant Prince Slytherin next to him: "Are you ready?"

"I think I already smell dragon dung," Draco said reluctantly as Scorpius pushed him up the first steps of Gryffindor's tower, frowning, "Whoever you Believe it or not, I'm really allergic to things like dragon's blood—oh, Merlin!"

Draco's fuss startled Scorpius, he followed behind his ass, and quickly raised his head to ask what was wrong, but at this moment, he saw Draco pointing at Gran with a ghostly expression. The spray-painted pattern on the wall of Fundor Tower clicked his tongue——

"Is this Muggle hip-hop graffiti on the wall, my eyes are going to be sick!"

"..."

"They draw Muggle things on the walls of Hogwarts—God knows, even if it's smelly Gryffindor, every brick is an antique, and it would be impossible to take the Weasleys apart and sell them. Can't pay for a brick here, they scribbled on it!"

"..."

"I'll tell my dad the news, and from next year, Hogwarts will only have three houses left!"

"..."