[HP] Noble

Scorpius and Draco stared at each other for a moment.

The thick popular science book on magic animals was pressed under Scorpius' hands, and the yellowed old pages gave people a hot feeling that they were about to burn at any time - when Scorpius lowered his head, the basilisk pictured on the page was coming to life The site is rolled on a huge pillar, which looks like the remnants of some collapsed buildings, with some unrecognizable totems engraved on it, and on the pillar, a huge basilisk is slowly moving Moving his head, he hissed and swaggered at Scorpius.

"Oh, the basilisk...it's...this is—"

Scorpius tried his best to show a shocked expression suitable for the situation at this time, but what Scorpius didn't expect was that at this moment, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin sitting next to him took the initiative to change the topic, He raised his hand, raised his eyebrows and pointed to a certain position on Scorpius' hand, and said abruptly, "If it wasn't for my illusion, I seemed to see the silver snake gemstone ring on your finger glowing just now."

When Scorpius heard this, his heart skipped a beat and he suddenly lowered his head to look at the silver snake ring on his right middle finger—at this moment, completely different from what he had imagined, the ring did not flicker to symbolize " The light that is about to enter Draco's important memory cutoff point", in the dim light of the library, it is just shining with the natural luster that normal gemstones should have.

"I think you're wrong." Scorpius sighed, and his tense shoulders instantly went limp.

"I don't think so, it stands out... I should have known you had an unusual ring—"

Draco frowned, showing the obsessive look he always had when he decided to start figuring something out, which gave Scorpius a headache, just as he was racking his brains for an appropriate answer to prevaricate. In the past, at this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the library——

There seemed to be someone arguing, mixed with the sound of crying and gasping—this burst of movement aroused the librarian's protest full of strong dissatisfaction, but when someone outside the library lowered their voices and spoke After speaking, the librarian's voice dropped, and she seemed to say something like "Okay" or "That's terrible" about compromise, and then closed her mouth.

Scorpius and Draco glanced at each other, and stood up from the edge of the table at the same time - Draco spread out all the learning tools he had spread on the table at the fastest speed, halfway through the writing and almost ended He packed up his thesis parchment—and didn’t forget to stuff the book with descriptions of basilisks into his schoolbag. After he packed everything up, he hurriedly took steps to catch up with the one who had left one step ahead of time. Scorpius, but before he took a few steps outside, he saw the black-haired Slytherin stopped in the shadow of a few huge bookshelves from the exit of the library, motionless, and didn't seem to plan to leave at all go out.

And standing at the entrance of the library were a few people Draco was familiar with.

Professor McGonagall, this middle-aged witch is probably the one who spoke in a low voice. At this moment, she has an extremely ugly face and is talking to the librarian. Her voice is very low, and she is as far away as Draco and Scorpius. From a distance, I can barely hear the general content - for example, Professor McGonagall came to the library to look for Potter. As for why he looked for Potter, it seemed to be related to Hermione Granger.

That was all the information Draco cared about.

As for the trembling witch in the arms of the head of Gryffindor at this moment, he is not very concerned about that witch has fiery red hair. About an hour ago, she was alive and well with her. Her brother was arguing in the hallway.

"What's going on?" Draco also carefully hid himself in the darkness (although he didn't know why he did it) and asked Scorpius in a low voice, "What did Professor McGonagall ask Potter for? That What's wrong with Granger?"

"Shhh." Scorpius raised his hand, pressed it lightly on his lips and made a silence gesture, which meant to make Draco quiet and continue to listen—

However, just as Draco finished speaking, they all heard a messy and hurried footsteps coming from behind them at the same time. Before they could look back to see who it was, Ron Weasley and Ha Lippert had already blown past them like a gust of wind—without the mutual provocation that was more necessary than greetings like "Hello" when they met in the past, the Gryffindors did not look back with Slater. The Lins brushed past each other and rushed towards the door without looking back...

They stopped beside Professor McGonagall and Ginny Weasley, the Gryffindor savior was panting and pale, and the red-haired Gryffindor boy looked worse - he seemed frightened , with a pale face, staring at Ginny who was limp in Professor McGonagall's arms, when he spoke, his tone was not so much asking Professor McGonagall, it sounded more like asking another person: "What's the matter?" What happened? Someone just told us that Hermione is in the hospital wing?!"

But now, under such circumstances, no one has noticed the abnormality of the Weasley boy...Professor McGonagall looked more serious than usual, and said in a heavy tone: "Another student has been attacked, and it's our college." Hermione Granger—but she is still alive, this is probably the only thing to be happy about... The principal is already drafting a document to be sent to the Ministry of Education. The whole school will be suspended tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we can start organizing and arranging to send all students to the school. Take it home... oh... what else is there?"

The usually rigorous and staid middle-aged witch is speaking upside down at the moment—this seems to invisibly aggravate a certain uneasiness in the air. Scorpius saw the Savior of Gryffindor and his buddies from a distance. A terrified and disturbed expression was exchanged.

"By the way, Dumbledore wants you to go to the medical wing." Professor McGonagall sighed, and then made a gesture of leading the way.

Potter and Weasley hurried to keep up with her, and at this time Ginny stopped crying, facing her youngest brother's silent questioning eyes, she could only move in a small arc in a way that no one would notice. Shaking her head frantically—her eyes looked red and swollen, filled with horror and bewilderment.

After the diary was thrown from her hands, it was clear that the development of the matter had been completely out of Ginny Weasley's control.

She used to think that because of the diary, she became the protagonist of the whole terrorist attack.

She threw away the diary because of fear—however, what she didn’t expect was that the terrorist attacks not only did not stop, but became more and more intense now, and even hurt people around her—in fact, she and Hermione Hermione's relationship is not very good, but because Hermione is often with Ron and Harry, she will occasionally talk to her, or ask her some study questions-and now, Hermione Grand Jay, the smartest girl in Gryffindor is lying in the hospital wing, and she knows nothing about the murderer!

The diary has been stolen!

She was supposed to have stolen it, but someone else took it one step ahead of her!

This consciousness made Ginny tremble all over, and she looked like a bleak leaf in the autumn wind. At this moment, she seemed to sense something strange behind her, slowed down her pace and turned around, but was surprised to see someone following in a hurry. The two Slytherins at the back of their large group—the black-haired one looking as calm and composed as ever, the platinum-blond one as much more sensitive—as their eyes met in the air. On the TV, the latter showed a disgusted expression for the first time, and looked away.

Ginny also shifted her gaze subconsciously, and at this moment, her gaze was suddenly attracted by the thing in the hands of the senior Slytherin who was walking beside the platinum nobleman—a thick book, probably Next to a book like a dictionary, a corner of a black cover was faintly exposed on the part that was close to his body...

From Ginny's direction, one could still see the side of the yellowed pages wrapped under the cover.

that diary!

In the hands of Slytherin!

The little first-year Gryffindor girl gasped.

This reaction immediately caught the attention of Ron Weasley, who was always paying attention to her. At this time, they were about to reach the medical wing. Professor McGonagall walked in front and turned around and walked into the ward. The savior also frowned and followed closely to go in, but when one foot was about to step into the gate, he was suddenly dragged back by his buddies——

"Hey?!"

Harry frowned, and was about to ask Ron why he was crazy, but at this moment, he finally noticed the abnormality of the Weasley brothers and sisters around him-at this moment, they were staring at the same distance not knowing when to follow The two Slytherins behind their asses, Harry followed their gaze, and unexpectedly...

He saw the black diary that had disappeared from his bedside last night.

The Savior of Gryffindor was so shocked that he couldn't utter a single curse word—he just opened his mouth stupidly, and pointed to the black diary in the hands of the senior Slytherin not far away , the corners of his lips twitched violently for a long time, and finally he could only forcefully squeeze out a sentence: "How did you get into the Gryffindor common room?!"

"That's not the point, Potter." Draco replied in his usual lazy tone.

"That's the point, Malfoy!" Potter looked furious. "You're standing over my bed with your wand up, and I don't even know it—"

Draco sneered: "You know what? At least from what you said, if you died from low vigilance, it seems to be your own fault."

Potter took a sharp breath, as if trying to calm himself down with the icy air, he heard himself say in a icy tone, "Slytherin's heir is indeed you, Malfoy."

"That's a good joke." Draco shrugged.

"The victims have always been Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors - and the only ones who are hostile to these two houses are Slytherins, and you, Malfoy, did not hesitate to break into the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night to get rid of me. Take this diary from my hands—because you were afraid that I would know the secret of the Chamber of Secrets—the day after you took the diary, you became unscrupulous, am I right, Malfoy! So you attacked Hermione! Ridiculous me! Suspecting Hagrid!"

Potter's voice was getting higher and higher, and Draco was just sneering all the time - judging from his expression, he seemed to be mocking Potter's ignorance of this by this time, and when Bo When Te mentioned "Hagrid", he guessed that he had also read that memory, and had completely fallen into Riddle's trap.

Draco was about to say something, at this moment, the door of the medical wing was slammed open, Professor McGonagall leaned out half of his body, and swept around the students who were fighting each other at the scene with a blank expression. Ladies, she paused when she saw Scorpius and Draco, and Draco smiled very calmly: "Sorry, I can't pick the time for stomachaches, Professor."

Thanks to Merlin, Draco will always look like a pale and sick child before his bones stretch out and become stronger. Now even if he contributes a little acting skill casually, people will not be able to pick out the slightest bit of his lies Something is wrong.

Regardless of whether she has seen the lie of His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin or not, Professor McGonagall unexpectedly did not express any opinion on it at this time. She just looked away and looked at Potter who was standing at the door of the medical wing full of anger. Said: "Honestly, Mr. Potter, if you're only here to quarrel and not to visit Miss Granger—"

"No," Harry cut her off quickly—though it seemed rude, glaring at the two Slytherins the whole time, and said angrily, "I want to see Hermione! I want to make sure She's fine!"

The expression on Professor McGonagall's face softened a little, she stepped aside from the door, and when Potter walked into the medical wing, she muttered in a low voice: "She is really fine, and the students who were attacked before Same...just wait until the full moon next month, let Professor Sprout and Professor Snape work together to make the antidote..."

When Harry heard Professor Snape's name, Harry looked at Professor McGonagall with a particularly puzzled look - it was pure reflex.

But Draco didn't miss this, and interjected a little rudely: "If you doubt Professor Snape, you can do it yourself, Potter——if you succeed in making the potion of understanding petrification, I believe Professor Snape will be very willing Marking your Potions grades above 'Excellent' with your eyes closed until your fifth year."

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy!" Ron said savagely over his shoulder.

"No quarreling! Boys! Even outside the medical room!" Madam Pomfrey scolded from the medical room.

"I agree." Professor McGonagall said deadpan.

Then, the disgraced Gryffindors followed Professor McGonagall into the hospital wing.

Draco subconsciously wanted to follow—but unexpectedly, Scorpius grabbed him behind him. He turned around, only to see the black-haired Slytherin looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked.

"What are you going to do?" Scorpius asked back. "I don't know when it's your turn to care about Granger?"

"Oh, I thought you were a little girl who was jealous of my date, Gretel." Draco smiled like a little rascal, "I just wanted to see - any magic will be there It leaves traces on the body of the target, and as time goes by, this trace will become weaker and weaker, which is why the more time the spell is, the harder it is to break, and now, Granger is fresh -"

Scorpius raised his eyebrows even higher.

Draco also seemed to realize that his words seemed too scary, he paused, and then continued: "In short, that's what it means... I hope to find some clues by looking at Granger, for example, I am very confused, How does a basilisk with such a huge body come and go without a trace in Hogwarts... I always only hear a little rustling, but I can't see any signs of movement."

"You won't find it." Scorpius frowned. "How could you guess the way the basilisk moved when you saw the victim."

"There is something suspicious here, Gretel—according to the information, people who are stared at by the basilisk will die, not petrified—and we have indeed died here, that Hufflepuff—this is definitely not accidental."

Draco walked into the hospital wing as he spoke.

At this time, Potter and the others had gathered around Hermione Granger's hospital bed.

Professor McGonagall turned and walked into the inner room. Judging from the instant noise when she opened the door, it could be seen that Professor Snape was arguing with someone inside - the fast and gloomy voice was the iconic evidence.

Hermione Granger's eyes widened, and she was lying on the hospital bed straight - she was still wearing a Gryffindor robe, and she was wet all over. It seemed that she had just been moved here before someone had changed her into a hospital bed Convincing——When Draco tried to get his head closer, Potter jumped up as if he had been pricked by a cactus: "You don't need to cry like a mouse, Malfoy!"

"Cat what? ... Oh, no matter what you say, of course I'm not crying, Potter." Draco gave him a sideways look. "As you can see, I just came to see the excitement."

Scorpius: "..."

When Draco pushed Ron Weasley away and tried to bend over to observe Granger, Scorpius said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "If one day you are beaten, you must You asked for it, Draco, you don't have to piss off a group of people who are in a sad mood."

"That's the fairest treatment for them."

As he spoke, Draco reached out to roll Granger's eyelids - which elicited another snarl of exasperation from Potter - if it wasn't for Weasley, who was also red-eyed and looking terribly angry, grabbing him , at this moment he probably has rushed forward and wrestled with His Highness Prince Slytherin.

Draco's eyes wandered to Granger's.

At last, his eyes paused suddenly, resting on Granger's tightly clenched fist.

At the same time, Scorpius noticed that on his hand, the silver snake ring flickered wildly in an obvious way.

"Granger is holding something in his hand," Draco frowned, "Potter, take it out."

"Why should I listen to you?" The Savior of Gryffindor retorted subconsciously.

"Or I'll do it," Draco said with a mocking smile, "and when Granger wakes up, she'll find her finger is broken for some reason - you can tell her - 'Oh sorry Hermi Well (you can guess from Draco's tone that he called the wrong name on purpose), maybe we didn't pay attention to you when you were petrified, the little mouse bit off your delicate fingers!'”

Potter and Ron showed angry expressions at the same time.

Scorpius raised his forehead helplessly: "Don't be naive, don't be mean, Draco, you know this is not a good time."

"Oh yeah? Sorry, I'll pick a 'good time' next time."

Draco restrained the smirk on his face, but at this time, Ginny Weasley, who had been silent by the side, blocked them with a wrong step, bent down actively, and cautiously moved with trembling hands. Opening Granger's already stiff and cold hand, then, from Granger's palm, she pulled out a note and unfolded it——

And only one word was written on the note: water pipe.