[HP] Noble

"Stupefy (passing out)—!"

At the same time that Prince Slytherin turned his head and tried to find approval, a beam of red light shot out from the tip of his nose, and the powerful red light shot directly at Gran, who was standing on the long table in the corner of the auditorium. The savior of Fendor—he didn't even have time to let out a cry of pain, and everyone only heard a loud "bang", and saw him falling back and falling stiff and motionless!

The crowd who had no time to react to what happened suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

At this time, the Slytherin prefect standing at the door of the auditorium put away his wand without haste. While everyone turned their eyes to him, Scorpius cleared his voice, looked around and let He said in a very upright voice, "The auditorium is a place for meals. If you want to duel, please go to the courtyard."

"F, what happened?"

Realizing that the danger had been lifted, Ron Weasley crawled out from under the table—now he looked dazed, following everyone's gaze, and aimed at the black-haired man at the door of the auditorium. Lytlin, he blushed suddenly and stared wide-eyed as if suddenly caught in a cupcake - and then, under the speechless gaze of the Weasley twins, he crawled back into the Under the table……

George Weasley went to the table and bent down to drag the Gryffindor savior from under the table, which was as stiff as a door panel - at this moment Harry Potter was completely unconscious, his eyes hanging askew. On his face, some ketchup or pumpkin juice was splashed on his face, and he looked in a panic, but seeing his appearance, it was surprising that there were not many Gryffindors throwing scorpions at Scorpius. Blaming glances—

His reasons for shooting are quite good.

To be fair, even solved a big trouble.

"Okay, enthusiastic and youthful Mr. Bull." George Weasley muttered to the unconscious Gryffindor savior with a look of humor while carrying Potter up with the twin brother, "Now we are going to Send you to the medical wing, and you'll have to make sure you don't wake up and attack me or Fred, or we'll think about putting some popping pops in your milk one day—"

As he passed the table on the side of the Great Hall door, Ron Weasley popped a head and shouted, "Put his wand away! George! He's crazy!"

"Oh, come on, don't get cheap and be good, shut up, Ron." Fred Weasley, who was carrying Potter's feet, said angrily.

After the Gryffindor twins left with Potter on their shoulders, there was some order in the auditorium. The panicked Gryffindors seemed to have finally recovered their frightened souls. They waved their wands Directing the scattered tableware to jump back onto the table by himself, the dirty Gryffindor long tablecloth took on a new look, from the red at the beginning to the current gold, and the splashed milk and pumpkin juice splashed everywhere Returning to the silver jug, the silver jug ​​covered itself, jumped back to the dining table and almost disappeared the first second it touched the tablecloth, replaced by a brand new silver jug ​​with different colors son.

……

"Good job," His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin raised his eyebrows as he watched the auditorium gradually restore order. "Next time there is a chance to cast a spell at Potter with confidence, let me try."

"As I said, duels are absolutely prohibited in the auditorium and corridors, and I just follow the rules of the school." Scorpius pushed Draco towards the Slytherin table, "I am a prefect, and I have rights and obligations Keeping order in the Great Hall or in the corridors—and besides, have you ever looked guilty about casting a spell on Potter?"

Listening to Scorpius' words, Draco showed a satisfied expression.

"Hey boy, watch out, I'm not complimenting you," Scorpius said gravely.

"Oh, I didn't say anything, I'm seriously reviewing myself."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin dragged his voice lazily, he let Scorpius push him to his usual favorite seat, and then sat down, Scorpius next to Draco He sat down and thought about it for a while and felt that something was wrong: "Should we remind Potter that he is so wrong?"

"It's a really gut-wrenching proposition."

As he spoke, Draco dragged the full basket of bread at his hand, took a piece and spread a thick layer of butter on it——a series of actions in one go, it seemed that he was doing something for himself Reward yourself for violating school rules, not...the so-called review as he said.

When Draco carefully spread a large piece of butter evenly on the toast in his hand, before he had time to put this perfect piece of bread in his mouth, the senior Slytherin sitting beside him Then he reached out and took the piece of bread abruptly. Amidst the protesting voice of the platinum nobleman, he muttered "thank you"—it sounded as insincere as Draco's so-called "reviewing". Stuffing the bread into his mouth, he took a quick bite before taking it out, turned around and smiled at Draco while bending over to take the fresh cranberry jam: "Oh, it doesn't taste like jam It's much worse."

Draco glared at him, looking furious, and said, "That's childish, Gretel, you never eat bread without jam!"

"Don't be so fussy, Draco." Scorpius let the bread up and down in his mouth with cranberry jam in his mouth, and at the same time, he said in a muffled voice. Said, "Look, you still have a chance to snatch it back, come on—but I know you won't, because I've already bitten it—"

"Oh, Gretel, you'd better find a mirror and see where you are right now, just—"

"What's the matter?" Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly swallowed another large piece of bread without holding it up with his hands.

"—and you can see how stupid you look."

The platinum aristocrat crossed his arms, and seemed to take a long puff of air through his nostrils. After saying this with his haughty little chin, he bent down and quickly bit the scorpion on his lips. The other end of the bread——then, with a ferocious expression for him, he tore off a large piece of bread, chewed it quickly under Scorpius' surprised eyes, and swallowed it into his stomach.

Scorpius, who obviously didn't expect Draco to do this, was stunned, holding half a piece of bread and maintaining a half-possessed posture, and froze in mid-air—because of Draco's selective cleanliness, even after becoming After Soul Mate, it would be like killing him for him to accept sharing a meal with Scorpius (despite his passion for the sport of kissing).

And at this moment, it turns out that even a rabbit can bite when it is driven crazy.

It has to be said that the young Draco is quite malleable - he may bring a surprise at any time and anywhere.

And the other side.

"My God," after swallowing the small piece of bread, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin didn't even have time to enjoy the shock on the senior Slytherin's face, in fact, there was an expression of regret immediately on that delicate pale face , he turned his head and hurriedly poured himself a cup of black tea in the corner, and took a big gulp, "You spread the whole Hogwarts jam on your bread, didn't you, Gretel?!"

"……I do not have."

"It's so sweet it makes me feel like I've seen God."

"It's ridiculous, Draco," Scorpius who regained his composure swallowed the remaining half of the bread, and said in a clear and righteous voice, "I'm going to eat this bread for myself. You come up and snatch it—”

"Oh is it? It seems that we need to figure out a problem: at the very beginning, the bread was in my hands!"

"..."

In this way, the two Slytherins played the game of grabbing a piece of bread at the long Slytherin table with few people.

"We're so low on food that the prefects and a second-year leader are scrambling around like fools, aren't we?" a seventh-year Slytherin girl said, looking a bit unbearable. "Even if the school was going to close down, I never thought I would face such a predicament."

"That basket of bread in front of you is enough to kill them both, Jerenia," said her companion calmly, with a mocking look on her face. "They just like to play, you know—" Men who never grow up!"

"Hey, I hear you!"

Across most of the empty tables, Scorpius bent down and shouted at the girls.

The two senior Slytherin girls rolled their eyes quite gracefully at the same time.

Not too many owls flew in through the skylight - Scorpius took off his newspaper and glanced at it quickly - as he expected, the Ministry of Magic said nothing about the chaos at Hogwarts , It seems that I want to try hard to cover up the big event and turn it into a small matter.

Draco, who was sitting next to him, received a sealed envelope with the family crest of the Malfoy family as usual. He opened the envelope and glanced quickly, turned his head, and was about to say something to Scorpius. At this moment, the door of the auditorium was pushed open from the outside.

The auditorium, which was originally quite noisy, suddenly became quiet because of the loud noise—Professor McGonagall walked in from outside the door. The heavy atmosphere in the campus for many days couldn’t be said to have nothing to do with Professor McGonagall’s increasingly serious face. It doesn't matter, but today, almost everyone noticed a little difference in the first place...

Professor McGonagall looks in a good mood today.

There was even a trace of almost imperceptible joy on his face.

Sure enough, without a moment's delay, she walked up to the stage where Dumbledore usually gave a speech, and announced in a voice loud enough for everyone in the auditorium to hear clearly: "There is good news for everyone."

Almost as soon as Professor McGonagall's words landed, the originally quiet auditorium immediately became lively again——

"Finals canceled?" Neville Longbottom blinked in shock.

"Will the Quidditch match continue?" Gryffindor College team captain Wood looked expectant.

"Caught that evil monster yet?" asked a Hufflepuff, craned its neck, looking particularly pleased. "The school isn't closing, is it?"

"It's close, Miss Pettis." Professor McGonagall blinked at the Hufflepuff girl, "Professor Sprout told me that those mandrakes can be harvested tonight, and the monsters will be released." The potion for the petrification caused by the attack can be brewed within a week-at that time, the person who was attacked can tell us what attacked them. As long as we have a clear target, we can quickly Work out a solution, and before the Ministry of Magic orders the complete closure of the school—"

"Where is Professor Dumbledore?"

A voice rang out from the crowd.

This question seemed to speak out from everyone's heart—because the auditorium hall, which was still disappointed or happy with the real answer just now, suddenly became quiet.

Scorpius noticed that Draco also looked up from his breakfast at this moment, staring at Professor McGonagall for a moment.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall's facial expression changed—her face twitched rapidly at first, and then, the already wrinkled facial muscles tensed surprisingly: "Professor Dumbledore Do your best for the survival of the school at the Ministry of Magic, please believe that - at a critical moment - he is the one who cares most about the survival of you and Hogwarts."

For a moment, the auditorium was eerily quiet.

Peace of mind.

question.

Frown thoughtfully.

The expressions on the faces of the students all looked different.

"lie."

Scorpius heard Draco's characteristic low, very indifferent voice behind him—

"Dumbledore's in the Ministry of Magic, but not because of the school, just because Hagruber got caught in Azkaban, and he's trying to get him out - my dad said, someone in Potter Before he cleared the half-giant, he did the same thing Riddle did more than 20 years ago."