[HP] Noble

"Oh, and then what?"

In the Slytherin lounge, Pansy Parkinson is lazily leaning on her warm sofa. This winter's latest witch run is casually draped over her shoulders. The sixth-grade Slytherin already has a mature femininity The girl casually played with a wizard flag on her fingertips—【Put me down quickly!impolite girl! 】

"Then I pulled my hand back." Scorpius muttered in a low voice, moving his chariot without looking up.

"Oh yeah, that looks like something you would do." Pansy immediately laughed, "General."

Putting the protesting white queen back on the chessboard, Pansy watched with satisfaction as Scorpius' black queen crossed the entire chessboard and came under her own pieces, took off the crown on her head and threw it at the white queen's feet.

"Hey, Pansy." Scorpius blinked. "A girl who's so good at wizard chess won't get married."

"That's rude, boy." Pansy flicked her black hair. Since the time I first met her in the third grade, Qier's short hair has reached shoulder length. It is obvious that they have been carefully groomed, and the black hair Liang, his health is no less than when he has short hair, "In fact, Alpha can't wait to form a soul contract with me."

The black queen picked up her crown and put it back on her head, and the pieces on the chessboard began to move again, returning to their original positions.

Scorpius stared with his chin propped up for a while, and finally pushed away the chessboard with a weary look, and nestled back on the sofa as if his bones had fallen apart.The dark red firelight in the fireplace illuminated half of his face. In the dancing firelight, one could see the delicate down on the cheeks of the fourth-year Slytherin. His long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow under his eyes.

"That's true." Scorpius said irresponsibly, "You two are destined to be together anyway."

"Oh, 'We are destined to be together anyway'? It seems that you haven't figured out the situation, or Draco didn't educate you well." Pansy showed pride, and raised the corners of her lips, "Isn't there a Has anyone told you that not every pair of wizard couples will form a soul contract?"

"Isn't it?" Scorpius rolled his eyelids, looking a little surprised, "I thought the marriage ceremony with Muggles was a concept."

"Of course not!" Pansy said, "Wizards also have wizarding ceremonies, and countless wizards hold such ceremonies every year, but the soul contract is not—it's a magical contract from the depths of the soul, it is It is fused into the blood, and once it is established, it cannot be violated-I mean, ordinary marriages can be broken, you only need to draw ten Galleons to register with the Ministry of Magic, and it is even cheaper than registering a marriage-but want to The price to be paid for betraying the soul contract is very tragic."

"You said that..." Scorpius looked up at the gorgeous ceiling and thought for a while, "When Draco was chanting the spell, it seemed that there was a sentence... What is it?"

"If it is destroyed, life stops immediately." Pansy reminded, "That's it, literally."

Scorpius stared blankly at a patch on the ceiling for a moment, then blinked and muttered, "Draco is so messed up."

"Both of you are like this. For example, you never follow the rules." Pansy said, "Wizards are much more cautious about soul contracts than you think. Make your own promise, let alone a Slytherin—"

The sixth-grade Slytherin girl took a deep breath: "For this kind of strange spell that is useless and needs to bet on an unknown future... It's been a long time since I heard that any Slytherin would be willing to use this spell. Say something when you’re in love, like, ‘I love you, I love you enough to sign a soul contract with you’—oh trust me, boy, that’s definitely the most romantic declaration of love.”

Scorpius chuckled.

Pansy lowered her face: "It's just talk. It's really rare to pull out your wand while talking like Draco. Well, 'rare' here replaces 'unheard'."

"Based on your explanation, the whole process is extremely romantic." Scorpius couldn't stop laughing, "But at that time, His Royal Highness just froze and ordered me to 'read it'."

"After making such an important decision, you can be forgiven for not having the brains to compose other sentences." Pansy leaned forward, and patted Fear Scorpius hard on the shoulder in a "good brother" gesture, " Then you withdrew your hand."

"Yeah," said Scorpius, "and mocked him for saying 'such a touching proposal.'"

Pansy also laughed foolishly: "Suddenly I feel that I have to cherish you more, little Scorpius. After all, it's good that you can still talk to me alive."

"No one will kill you just because they are rejected." Scorpius scratched his head and said honestly.

"Oh, I want to forgive you all. I heard that the smarter people tend to be stupid at this time-you should read this issue of "The Quibbler", which happened to say that Dumbledore also had a relationship with a mysterious wizard Signed a soul contract, and that wizard is actually a German."

"Ha, quaver."

"Oh, and the magazine has been trending since Wood came into office the week after it predicted Death Eaters would occupy the Ministry of Magic office - more of the stuff is bullshit though, but selective reading It still looks good."

"It's quite reasonable to say-for example, Dumbledore went to Germany this time, probably because he wanted to say goodbye to his lover before the war started?" Scorpius said sarcastically.

"If it's true, it's definitely not a pleasant farewell." Pansy touched his chin, "I don't even think the headmaster ever saw the person he wanted to see—at least when he came back, the tired feeling definitely You can't describe it as a spring breeze, you know, at least five years older."

Scorpius: "...So the conclusion is that the soul contract is really not a good thing."

"Don't let a negative textbook scare you." Pan Xi said reassuringly.

"I'm almost scared to death." Scorpius said calmly. "At that time, I regarded the soul contract as a symbol of marriage. I couldn't just casually...my father...a native-born magician first put Besides, my grandfather will probably kill me, right?"

"Oh, yeah? It's messy enough now." Pansy thought for a moment, then emphasized, "But attitude matters too, boy. Come to think of it, Draco almost didn't hesitate to use the soul contract to prove What, that's rare, a smart and cunning Slytherin, and he's just short of Malfoy with 'profit first' etched on his forehead—"

"—I doubt even if it's a compliment, Pansy."

A drawn-out note came from the door of the common room with a lazy, arrogant emphasis.

The heavy door closed again, and a slender figure straightened up, casually patted the snow on his shoulder.

"Oh look, who's this! Is it curfew time, Draco?" Pansy said, smiling.

"So what?" Draco, with a look of impatience on his face, sat down next to Scorpius unceremoniously with the ice cold all over his body. The latter was shivering from the cold, and even his mind was clear "I'm a prefect and I'm Head Boy after Christmas."

The tone of the world respecting me.

Scorpius and Pansy exchanged a subtle "sure enough" look.

"Aren't the student leaders only changed in summer?" Scorpius took the cloak that Draco had replaced, and put it on the sofa near the stove.

"Aha, that's true, but in extraordinary times, all the rules have become a joke." Draco said sarcastically, "Graydon Lewis handed over the student council president's badge and a transfer statement at dinner tonight—Deng Bullido has no time to take care of so much, he is almost overwhelmed by himself, and the students should have a leader—speaking of which, I doubt that the student dormitory in Durmstrang can't accommodate so many people .”

"Probably fit, Durmstrang is big," said Scorpius.

Draco fell silent and turned to look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Don't look at me like that," Scorpius snorted. "You mentioned Durmstrang yourself, didn't you?"

"Yes." Draco said slowly and expressionlessly, "but speaking of you, I don't know why, but I just feel uncomfortable."

"Stop. Are you first-year brats?" Pansy said resignedly.

"He started it first." Scorpius said, "I'm an officially certified patient, very weak, how could I provoke others."

"Why are you sick?" Pansy blinked in surprise, "Why didn't I hear you mention it—and you asked me about pregnancy-related knowledge last time—uh—"

"It's not." Scorpius gritted his teeth and took his hand from Pansy's mouth. Even if he didn't look back, he could guess that Draco was looking at him, and he should be smiling, meaningfully.

For Merlin's sake, maybe he's handsome when he smiles like that, if it's not about Scorpius himself.

"I'm glad you're thinking ahead," Draco said.

"Don't be ashamed," Pansy said.

"Okay, change the subject," Scorpius said awkwardly.

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and took out a golden key, grabbed the hand of the person around him nervously, and stuffed the cold key into his hand, "Here, I'll give you this back. "

"What is this?" Draco frowned, "A key to the Lestrange family's ancient spirit?"

"Correction, it used to be. At least it looks like it's named Gretel on paper now." Scorpius said sarcastically.

"It's yours for you."

"Now there is a Horcrux inside." Scorpius said calmly, "I think you should have heard it when you were outside that day."

"No," Draco said, "I was preoccupied with your business at the time."

"..." Scorpius withdrew his hand and coughed lightly.

"Draco's confession always comes so suddenly." Pansy teased from the side, "but luckily it's romantic enough."

"Anyway..." said Scorpius, "the Horcrux is in there."

"Look, now it's Scorpius' turn to be full of your business, Draco."

"..." Scorpius smiled. "Shut up, thanks, Pansy, my sweet girl."

"Horcrux?" Draco didn't even have time to be proud, and slowly frowned, "You mean the Horcrux is in the Lestrange family's Gringotts vault? How is that possible?"

"It seems that the Dark Lord doesn't trust his subordinates at all, he is not as lonely as we imagined." Scorpius sneered, "Dumbledore reminded that it was Hufflepuff's gold cup, I guess it is probably I was so obsessed that I wanted to take the one you used to drink water and you wouldn't let me take it away."

"This incident at least shows one problem: I'm always right." Draco said deadpan, "I thought Dumbledore would ask you to lend him the key."

"In fact, he hinted at this countless times, and I pretended to be stupid." Scorpius fell back on the sofa, shrugging his shoulders with a relaxed expression, "If the Horcrux fell into Dumbledore's hands, he would probably Choose to destroy him in the first place."

Draco frowned.

Scorpius pointed at Draco's frowning eyebrows: "Here, you see, it's because of this that I can't give it to him."

Before Draco could answer, Scorpius covered his eyes with the back of his hand, blocking the only dim light from the fire.It was already late at night, and in the warm common room, only his deep and slow voice was left—"I thought of Mr. Malfoy, and Professor Snape. Every Horcrux destroyed, the Dark Lord will be the first Time will tell, and it will be clear which Horcrux was destroyed - this key was given to you by Lestrange, in other words, to the Malfoy family - put it there If the Horcrux inside is destroyed..."

Scorpius took his hand away and narrowed his dark eyes slightly.

"It will probably bring a lot of trouble to the Malfoy family."

Draco said nothing, just sat there, staring at Scorpius intently.

Until staring at the fourth grade Slytherin felt uncomfortable - he frowned slightly, and asked helplessly: "Oh my God, how confident you are that you have the illusion that only you are trying to protect me."

Draco remained silent the whole time, but put away the key, and then raised the corners of his lips.

Scorpius sat up, his hair was a little messy because he lay down just now, he widened his eyes not to be outdone, and met those beautiful silver-gray eyes.

The two stared at each other for a while.

"Oh, it's thunderous. If I'm sensible, should I get out?"

Pansy's slow voice came from the opposite sofa——