[HP] Noble

Before this, Ron Weasley had never imagined that he would one day want to take a walk near the entrance of the Slytherin cellar or something.

But now he does.

After a few experiments, the sugar box had been shrunk down in his trousers pocket, and he was clutching it uneasily with his hand in his pocket, his wand in the other.

At this moment, he was walking back and forth uneasily, the snow on the corridor that floated in from outside the castle made a "creaking" sound under his feet, and the setting sun that was about to set dragged his shadow very long.

like?

No.Ron quickly denied it.

He didn't think he'd like a first year kid, let alone a Slytherin.

So why notice him?Ron Weasley? — asked another voice in my head.

Oh look, what a question, why did you notice him?Because of... Dementors on the train? —Oh come on Ron, what's the matter with the dementors?

No, it's because of the dementors.Ron replied to himself in his mind, he thought grumpily, remember that cramped compartment?When Gretel was holding Harry... wait, he was holding Harry!Merlin, this is a bit enviable, isn't it? ...No no no Ron, this is not the time to think about this, Harry will really beat you if you know you are thinking about this - let's get back to the point, when Gretel hugged Harry, he hid The other hand in the shadow held the wand warily, the same vine wand as Hermione's, red - perhaps stained with alder, with vine patterns on it, sure.

Ron sat down in the shadows in a corner not far from the Slytherin cellar.

Yes, he saw it all.I saw the first-year child staring at the place where the dementor once stood with a mixture of fear, anxiety, and contradictions in his tough eyes-the wand was grasped in his hand like a conditioned reflex, very hard , You can even see the blue blood vessels on the back of his immature hands - at that moment, those tiny light blue blood vessels seemed to have turned into Crookshanks' claws, gently scratching Ron's heart.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of him relaxing, quietly putting away his wand, and then he caught a glimpse of him slipping the chocolate to Harry.

At that moment, Ron found himself, horrified, wishing that the Gretel child would unexpectedly be a Gryffindor.

God knows how disappointed he was when the Sorting Hat announced "Slytherin" loudly, and worst of all, he had to act nonchalantly and yell at Neville stupid things like "I knew he was a Slytherin".

In the first few days, Ron interpreted his complicated emotions as "the same care and love for Ginny, the little sister of the Weasley family", but when he found that he couldn't help but find fault (although They do it a lot), and when it comes to touching that Slytherin, it's not that simple.

...Wait, Ron, look what you've done!You sound like a total pervert.Groaning with a headache, Ron buried his head in his knees.

Just then, the door to the Slytherin cellar opened.

There was a sound of footsteps not far away.

Ron jumped to his feet with agility he had never felt before, hiding himself better in the shadows in a panic.

"I wouldn't buy you this if I knew you were going to eat it in the hallway—"

The familiar tone reached Ron's ears with undisguised disgust, and he held his breath, recognizing that it was Draco Malfoy, absolutely right.

"But I ate it, you can't make me spit it out, it's so indecent." The immature male voice that hasn't passed the voice change period sounded, Gretel—this nasty little Slytherin sounds like he's still trying to annoy himself now" Guide" and quite proud.

"Seriously, Snowball is on my blacklist from now on—can you keep yourself from floating so high, you look like a stupid balloon." Draco sneered, "You not only You need to study English, you also need to study aristocratic etiquette, no nobleman will change into eating snacks while walking, and talking, your saliva is flowing out—"

oh what do you knowA bumbling telegraph pole, that's good for digestion.Ron retorted with a sneer in his heart.

"I'm not drooling - eat while walking? Goyle and Crabbe will." Scorpius retorted nonchalantly.They were very close to Ron now, but when they came to him, they stopped, and Ron was relieved, any closer and he couldn't guarantee that the crafty third-year Slytherin would not find him.The distance was just right, and he could clearly see every movement of the two Slytherins in the corridor.

"When are they not eating—what did you eat wrong to use them as a standard of behavior?" Draco seemed offended, his pale face was slightly pink with annoyance, "You can't keep up Xuexue? Huh?"

Now, one side of Scorpius' face was bulging from the candy in his mouth, and as Draco watched, he chewed the candy quickly and made a "crunching" sound, and then his feet finally hit the ground , from Ron's angle, he could just see his side face, and at this moment he rolled up the corners of his mouth towards the platinum nobleman, showing a clear smile.

[I think that first-year Slytherin liked Malfoy, he was like a little angel in front of him].Harry's words echoed in his ears, and Ron now had to admit that Harry was right, which was pretty darn damn good.

Draco looked somewhat satisfied.Ron noticed that now he had changed into a different set of clothes than in Hogsmeade. The whole person had obviously been rearranged. The edge of the thick dark blue cloak was sewn with gold thread patterns, and the silver buttons were casually Put on a drop or two—wait a minute, even the school uniform underneath doesn't look like it was in the morning!Oh, Merlin, who in his right mind would prepare countless school uniforms?luxury!Ron sneered silently.

At this time, Draco who was not far away completely restrained his meager anger, and his face quickly returned to his usual indifference, but he did not forget the usual vicious warning - "Don't talk back to me next time."

"Okay." Scorpius nodded vaguely.

"Tsk," Draco smacked his mouth impatiently, "Your stupid appearance will make you the most popular target of Gryffindor tomorrow."

fart!This is absolutely slanderous!We never bully the first grade!Gryffindor, who was eavesdropping in the corner, jumped out and cursed almost uncontrollably.

Then Scorpius said nothing, just blinked suspiciously.

"I knew you would forget about it," Draco sneered, and then his voice became lower. "Today is Halloween, remember? The last day of October, starting tomorrow morning , the protection period for newcomers to Slytherin is over."

"Oh, oh!" Scorpius opened his eyes wide, and the black eyes inherited from his mother were particularly bright, "I can eat enough!"

"I haven't made you full?" Draco raised his voice strangely, "Merlin! Who is the gentleman who waits forever for you to finish the last drop of sweet and greasy pumpkin juice in your glass?!"

"Oh, don't be annoyed, Draco, I didn't mean that." Scorpius waved his hands in embarrassment.

Draco? ...Draco? !Ron raised an eyebrow.Apparently, he wasn't the only one wondering about it, the third year Slytherin looked startled too - "I haven't allowed you to call me that!"

Scorpius was silent for a moment, then decided to compromise temporarily: "Um, well, Mr. Malfoy."

Prince Slytherin cleared his throat and twisted his face unnaturally: "I will think about it--in fact, you can call it that from tomorrow. But now I am still your 'guide', you must respect me, So not now."

"Okay." Scorpius looked more energetic.

Draco straightened his head, looked critically at the first grader in front of him, then hesitantly took out a silk velvet box from his pocket and stuffed it into the little Slytherin's hand, "Take it." He whispered grumble.

"What?" Scorpius wanted to open it curiously, but was stopped.

"Halloween gift." Lazy answer.

Halloween gift?Ron screamed in his heart, since when do we need gifts for Halloween? !

"Tsk, don't play with it!" Draco grabbed the box roughly, stuffed it into Scorpius's pocket himself, and said impatiently, "Although the protection period has expired, due to your particularity (Draco Coe glanced at him contemptuously), and you'll have to follow the third year, which at least keeps you from being torn to shreds by Weasley walking down the corridor."

Which Weasley? — Fred? !George? —Or Patsy? —Oh, vile little Malfoy brat, shameless, slanderous...

"Now, you go to the banquet hall by yourself—can you do it?" Draco looked like he wanted to end the conversation, "I'm going to wait for Pansy and Blaise in the lounge."

"I have feet." Scorpius muttered dissatisfied.

Prince Slytherin snorted noncommittally, turned and left arrogantly.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Scorpius was the only one left in the corridor. He stood there for a while, and then started to walk out.

As he passed Ron, Gryffindor, who came out of the shadows, stopped him.

"I thought it was someone." Scorpius paused, then frowned slightly.

"You can't find me, not even Malfoy," said Ron confidently.

"No, I don't know how you are—but as long as I want, I can." Scorpius regained his composure and shrugged indifferently, "Excuse me—let me go."

But the third-year Gryffindor remained motionless, and Scorpius had to look up at him again.

Now, the red-haired boy looked nervous and embarrassed, but Scorpius didn't ignore the lingering suspicion in his eyes, which was uncomfortable.

"What did Malfoy give you?" Ron Weasley scowled - definitely one of his rare expressions.