[HP] Noble

— Actually, there's nothing wrong with it.With his chin propped on one hand, Scorpius held a quill in the other hand and placed it on the parchment, looking at the podium in a daze. Everyone was screaming and clapping, oh, what the hell, Professor Black.

Draco and Astoria were kissing, it was normal.They're the ones who will be the proposed engagements, aren't they.

——But Astoria is only 13 years old this year!In China, I'm still in the first grade of junior high school!I don't even want a deskmate of the opposite gender!

Another voice in my heart was shouting.

...Nobles are precocious - bar mitzvah or something, forgot?What does it matter to you?

Scorpius mentally countered the voice mockingly, and then, he succeeded.

The voice that had been yelling disapproval for no apparent reason had finally shut up—maybe it's because I've been pestering Draco too much lately? ...evil, haunting...I hate that word.Frowning slightly in self-loathing, Scorpius tried to draw his attention back to the class, but even the movement of Sirius waving his wand reminded him of Draco's pale wrist propped against the wall, Astor Leah's blond hair is wrapped around it...

My goodness, stop thinking about this.

Scorpius groaned feebly and slammed his head on the table—

This made an uncivilized bang.

"Hey! Scorpius—no, no, Mr. Gretel, what's the matter with you—oh, damn it!" Sirius shook his hands, and accidentally shot the spell he was about to cover up at the excited man sitting in the front row. The Gryffindor boy with a flushed face, the boy immediately jumped up and grabbed his neck, and started spitting bubbles like a bubble machine like a crazy-

"Finite Incantatem!—Excuse me, lad!" Sirius said uneasily. "Are you all right?"

"Ahem, I'm fine, Professor." The unlucky boy waved his hand, and Sirius shrugged at him and continued the class.As Sirius turned his back and began to take notes on the blackboard, the Gryffindor turned around and shot Scorpius a quick, spiteful stare.

A brown-haired second-year Slytherin sitting next to Scorpius leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right, Scorpius?"

His name is Riel Bardock, and he usually sits not far from Scorpius in class, and they rarely have the opportunity to talk-in class, Scorpius usually talks to Astoria and Melafortina Sitting together, and the rest of the time, with Draco and the others... Apparently, Astoria was absent from the first class today, and Mylavertina sat on his left, twisting herself His head was looking at him with concern.

Scorpius felt somewhat relieved by Bardock's sudden remark. It seemed that his popularity was indeed good. He smiled at the brown-haired boy and shook his head.

"You look out of your mind, boy," Mylavertina said reproachfully.

"I'm just a little concerned about the list of warriors announced at dinner... um, you know, I really want to know." Scorpius casually withdrew a reason.

"Okay," Melavertina compromised, and continued to lower her head to copy her notes and mutter, "Anyway, you're always right—"

This sounds a little strange, doesn't it?Scorpius looked at her inexplicably, hoping to get an explanation or something, but unfortunately, until the two of them returned to the crowded and noisy corridor after class, Melaftina just elegantly took his arm and kicked him without looking sideways. Goose step towards the auditorium.

……

The moment he pushed open the heavy door of the auditorium, Scorpius flinched a bit——

Which is actually quite ridiculous, because he has nothing to fear.However, as long as he thought of Draco being there, he felt a little dazed. In fact, Scorpius didn't know what expression he should put on—and now, his face was so stiff that it was about to shatter. .

Worst of all, Draco would have to be there, because there were no fourth-year Slytherins this morning.

The entanglement and frustration in Defense Against the Dark Arts class came back overwhelmingly, Scorpius swallowed hard, and felt that he was starting to have a little difficulty breathing... Well, now I admit that I may have a mental illness, and now I need Instead of lunch, find a quiet, unoccupied place to cool down for a while, or if you can, to throw up a good meal.

It's a pity that it's too late.

Before he had time to turn around and run away, Melaftina had calmly brought him to the long table with the main color of silver and green.Scorpius glanced up quickly, and Draco was indeed sitting in his place... Well, the seat next to him, which is where Scorpius usually sits, is at least empty. This one breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed himself a bit, even though he didn't have any doubts or guesses about the ownership of this position before——

At this moment, Prince Slytherin was looking down at today's Daily Prophet casually. It was supposed to be delivered at breakfast, but obviously he didn't have time to read it because he was busy talking to Astoria. Ya——

Well, stop this!Mr. Scorpius Great!You crazy!

Dragging his stiff body, Scorpius sat down beside Draco.

"God, Scorpius!" Pansy held her face in a fuss—she looked much more normal when Alpha Balut was not around, she looked at Scorpius in horror and whispered, "You put yourself What's the matter?"

Scorpius noticed from the corner of his eye that Draco flicked the newspaper for a moment, then flipped through it nonchalantly.

"I'm fine, Pansy." He cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure, and began to add—

"Actually, I'm nervous, you know... I want to know the result of the Goblet of Fire tonight, I mean... Hogwarts champion, I hope he's a Slytherin, what a pity, under 17 Can't participate, uh, my brother is here, usually his presence means trouble, it's disturbing—"

After talking nonsense about the above call, he closed his mouth weakly, and Scorpius wanted to slap himself.In normal times, Draco would have expressed his views on this long ago, but today, he maintained a strange silence.Pansy looked at Scorpius strangely, and the little Slytherin smiled hastily at the brunette, beginning to feel sorry for her, because even he didn't know what he wanted to say.

"No one in Slytherin threw their name into the Goblet of Fire." Pansy straightened his expression and said slowly, "I thought you saw it?"

"Yes, I saw it." Scorpius showed a smile uglier than crying, and scratched the wall of Hogwarts in his heart.

Fortunately, after that, lunch began-perhaps for some subtle reason, the students of Durmstrang stayed on their big ship together with Karkaroff, and only the students of Beauxbatons Back in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, they sat on the Ravenclaw table. The girl with platinum hair was very conspicuous. This morning, she was also the first to put her name into the Goblet of Fire——

"Ron Weasley was looking at her, almost drooling." Pansy said as Fleur Delacour, tossing her long, beautiful hair, went to the Gryffindor table to order a plate of foie gras. Rolling his eyes in disgust, he said, "I thought he liked you, Scorpius."

Scorpius laughed dryly and decided to skip the subject.

The man who had been silent beside him moved, and Scorpius shook the pudding from his spoon back into the silver frozen dessert bowl.The pale complexion flashed past, and instead, a green creature appeared on the dining table. Attracted by the sweet breath, Bitui poked out a head slowly, then its three short and fat legs, and finally began to Crawl hard towards Scorpius' plate.

"Oh, Draco, you brought this little guy out too." Zabini looked over Draco and looked at Beetui who crawled to Scorpius's hand, "It's not common, usually only seen at breakfast he."

"Hmm." Draco replied absently, his voice was lower and hoarse than usual, "I forgot to bring it out this morning."

Beatrice nudged Scorpius' fingertips with her head, and before Scorpius could do anything, Draco took it back and said to his pet, "You can't eat that."

"..." Scorpius blurted out after thinking for a while, "... Actually, it doesn't matter if you eat it once in a while."

Draco's hand was hanging in the air.

His silver-gray eyes glanced at Scorpius calmly. Before the atmosphere became even weirder, he actually compromised, put Bitui back to Scorpius, and stretched out his pale fingertips to touch the three-legged turtle. Head: "Only a little."

In the end, no one knew how much creme brulee Beetui ate. In short, when Zabini kindly reminded her, there was still a little pudding juice left in the Scorpius dessert bowl.