[HP] Noble

Scorpius stood where he was, and said with a serious face: "Until you are sure what your baby is, I must very seriously refuse to let you look at me with such enthusiasm, Mr. Potter, because I found out that I I haven't yet realized that I will live and die with you, share honor and disgrace."

Harry was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out without thinking: "Why?"

Scorpius said with particular contempt: "Because I'm young, I don't want to die."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up, and don't keep Professor Snape waiting."

Draco said flatly from the side, as if he didn't bother to look at the Gryffindors, he grabbed Scorpius and left, his broom was dripping water, and he obviously didn't intend to use a quick dry on the broom Cursing or something, Mrs. Pince poked her head out from behind some bookshelf, and she seemed very annoyed when she saw the water marks on the ground.And after the two left, Hermione also started to pack things, Harry raised his eyebrows: "Why are you?"

"Professor McGonagall asked me to meet, I don't know what it is, but," Hermione flipped her hair, "Harry, I will come back to you in a moment, you stay in the library-until you I thought of a spell that is more reliable than the Bubble Curse. That spell is too dangerous. If the magic bubble is attacked, it will burst immediately. I don’t think you are just in the black lake——’swimming to the mermaids’ as simple as that . . . Of course, if there is no other way, we will start practicing the Bubble Mantra."

"You seem to be very busy today, then Ron..."

"I'm going too." Ron blushed and stood up. Compared with Harry and Hermione, it was the first time for the little brother of the Weasley family to be approached by the dean on a non-study matter. , in fact, he looked a little excited, looking forward to it.

"Could it be that everyone in Hogwarts has a meeting except me?" Harry felt a little uncomfortable and asked mockingly.

"Oh Harry, you know that's not the case." Hermione put down her schoolbag and said helplessly, "Maybe Professor McGonagall will want us to help you, or something about the House-Elf Rights Protection Society-anyway, If it's something I can tell you, I'll definitely let you know as soon as possible, okay?"

Harry gave in, waving his friends wearily away, but what if he didn't?

On this side, the Slytherins seemed much calmer in the face of the Headmaster's call.Draco followed Scorpius to Professor Snape's office. Unexpectedly, Sirius was there too, standing beside the Potions Professor's desk with a playful smile, as if they were arguing.Professor Black was rarely fully dressed, and his lustrous black hair was tied loosely with a red-gold rope - Scorpius didn't think Professor Snape would like that.

"Aha, you're here!" Sirius was full of surprise, as if it was a coincidence that Scorpius was here, and he really liked following the Malfoy nephew behind Scorpius.

"Don't be stupid, Blake." Snape snorted from behind his desk. "You asked me to let them come to my office."

Sirius immediately turned his gaze back to Snape: "It's Dumbledore, my dear."

Scorpius wanted to turn around and rush out the door.

Merlin, even if he was mentally prepared, he couldn't accept the fact that one day Professor Snape suddenly became someone's "dear".

Help, this is really scary.

Looking back at Draco cautiously out of the corner of his eye, Scorpius was disappointed to find that Prince Slytherin didn't have too many superfluous expressions. He seemed to be very calm about the news that his godfather and uncle were really together.At this moment, the latter's silver-gray eyes seemed devoid of emotion, and he stood quietly by the door, raising his jaw into a haughty arc.

"Before we officially go to the principal's office, I think we need to talk about the second project, Mr. Great." Professor Snape obviously didn't notice Scorpius' abnormality—or he didn't care at all, wearing a black robe The Head Slytherin leaned forward slightly, his tone as smooth as silk.

The hair... was clean and dangling softly on both sides of the still sallow cheeks... Oh, Professor Snape seems to have washed his hair...

"Mr. Gretel, I assume you're listening to me?" Snape hissed, raising an eyebrow without getting the expected response.

Sirius: "You're too serious, Severus."

Snape: "Put your legs back, Black."

Scorpius: "I'm listening, sir."

"I'm very puzzled, Professor." Draco Malfoy lazily interrupted the three people's dialogue like singing an opera, "I thought the second item of the Triwizard Tournament had nothing to do with Mr. Gretel? "

"Actually, there is," Sirius said heavily. "That's why Severus is mad at me, children."

"Stop calling me that, stupid dog."

Line every word of the great and wise Head of Slytherin, including punctuation.Scorpius finally found the reason for his goosebumps, he found that he didn't want to see two adults flirting at all - honestly, they were more suitable for plucking like fried hair when they first met Bringing out his wand, ready to poke the opponent to death at any time.

Scorpius hesitated for a while, and then slowly said: "I think what Draco said is correct, Professor, I don't think I have anything to do with this?"

This time, Professor Black quickly took up the conversation - before Professor Snape could speak: "Maybe you can be the treasure Harry is looking for?"

The interrupted Potions Professor looked very unhappy. He lowered his face and stared sharply at Scorpius with black pupils, as if warning him that every word he uttered needed to be considered.

Scorpius' reaction was very direct - he took a step back in horror and bumped into Draco, who kindly helped him, but Scorpius didn't even bother to thank him, he raised his face with panic. A sharp voice said: "Professor, have you misunderstood something?"

Sirius grinned and teased, as if he knew everything: "Come on, man, since you all went to the prom together—"

"I have to warn you, Black—" Professor Snape said stiffly, sitting still, "if you speak to my students in this inappropriate tone again, I will not hesitate to call you You throw it out of the cellar."

"Potter hasn't figured out how to breathe freely underwater-I don't want to die." Scorpius said frankly.

"Don't worry about the children, how could Dumbledore put you in danger-it's just a song to coax the children to play, just to let the contestants do their best."

"Oh, that's not bad," the second-year Slytherin's expression changed, revealing a little smile, and he restrained his smile two seconds later and said decisively, "Then I won't go either."

The rest of the Slytherins present seemed quite satisfied with this firm answer.

"I don't want to wake up every day and have to worry about 'what's going to happen to me in the Daily Prophet today', and it won't be a good thing to get involved with Potter." Scorpius sneered, "I can't do this , In fact, I have a normal relationship with Potter—you see, he still calls me Gretel, and I still call him Potter."

"That doesn't mean anything, you see, Severus keeps calling me 'Blake' too." The Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant had a sweet face.

Scorpius twitched the corner of his mouth: "In short, I can't do it. I don't have a good relationship with Potter. Maybe he will give up the trophy to make the world lose one Slytherin and directly announce that he will give up the second link? ——I You can imagine what an outcast fool I'll be written about in the Daily Prophet the next day."

"What? How dare they!" Sirius yelled strangely, at least he looked really angry... Maybe it came from some kind of subconscious behavior of the protector, "They can't write about you like that!"

"Actually they already did, thanks." Draco drawled, languidly after Scorpius, "I just heard that you're stupid... Mr. Potter's godfather, sir, maybe Would you like to be the one to spend an hour underwater?"

"If Scorpius isn't going, of course I'm going - or Ron, you know, he and Harry are best friends."

Snape stood up with great satisfaction, straightened the collar of his robe, and then the cuffs. In a way, Draco might have got the true biography of Professor Snape, such as commanding people Or in terms of taunting people, only the dean of Slytherin's breathy soft voice came into the ears of everyone present: "And now we can see that this multiple-choice question is only A: you and B: Ron Weasley , there is no option C, Professor Black."

Sirius looked very depressed.

The conversation was over quickly - even in Scorpius's eyes, it was damned very thrilling.

"It's as if the worldview has been completely turned upside down," said Scorpius gloomily, standing at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, as Draco gave the command to cause the two metal snakes that guarded the door to slide away.

"Are you talking about the godfather and that stupid dog? My dad almost lost his mind when he found out about it." Draco said nonchalantly, stooping into the aisle, "but my mother seemed happy— —Although she didn't make it too obvious, as the only two surviving Blacks who were free outside of Azkaban..."

Scorpius' eyes brightened: "I heard that Black's old house has been abandoned, is it?"

Draco paused: "If Sirius Black is not today but is going to spend his whole life in Azkaban, the inheritance of the Black family will fall into my hands sooner or later - Gringotts was born when I was 12 years old. You gave me the key to that old house in [-], why, do you want to go and see it?"

Of course I will. "May I?"

There are not many people in the common room, most of the people are in class or doing other things.Draco sat back on the sofa in the common room, frowned slightly, and after pondering for a while, he said, "If Sirius Black hadn't appealed or issued an official document to ask me for the key to Black's ancient house, I think I own it domination."

"Will he want it? Probably not—"

"It's hard to say, you know, Dumbledore's people are forever poor."

"Dumbledore?" The junior Slytherin replied with a confused look on his face, what's the old man's business.

For a split second, Scorpius felt that Draco had missed something.The platinum noble is obviously good at dealing with this, he immediately recovered his calm expression, rolled his eyes in a very un-noble way: "Oh, well boy, that's it anyway, you don't need to ask so much - if there is a chance, I will I took you there as if you were more sensible, and didn't agree to go and do such a shameful thing as 'soak water for Potter for an hour'."