[HP] Noble

The kitchen is not too far from the auditorium. When passing by the window, Scorpius once hurriedly looked downstairs. He found that the Death Eaters had all pressed into the foot of the castle. He had already started smashing the tightly closed doors of Hogwarts crazily, and couldn't help but pull out his wand and cast him a slashing curse. When the werewolf's head was cut off neatly, countless black magics poured out from the floor. Going down to the window where Scorpius was - at the same time as the sound of glass cracking, the fourth-year Slytherin was thrown heavily to the ground.

"Don't cause trouble." Getting up from Scorpius, Draco pinched the cheek of the man under him and said flatly.

Making a grimace, Scorpius vowed never to go near the window again, and 10 minutes later, they returned safely to the Great Hall with a group of Slytherin children.

As soon as the door of the auditorium was pushed open, a heat wave rushed towards us. Surprisingly, the entire auditorium was as hot as a steamer.

"It's still winter outside." Pansy complained, taking off her cloak. "Whose Warming Charm was overused?"

At this time, most people in the auditorium had taken off their winter clothes, most of them were only wearing a thin shirt, and the boys even scooped up their sleeves. In the center of the auditorium, Dumbledore was being Surrounded by Grandpa Scorpius' group, he held a wand in his hand, and an ice-blue ice ball spun around his head, emitting cold air to the surroundings, which was very interesting.

However, Dumbledore looked solemn, and the adults seemed to be discussing something—the fourth-year Slytherin breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that his family had no time to come over and beat him for "disobedient running around".

"I almost forgot about the group of fire spirit kings outside the house, thanks to the Dark Lord, we are in a pile of fire, Pansy, look out of the window, you can see super dangerous levels that you can't even see in the magic zoo Magical animals—”

Scorpius stood beside Draco while talking. At this moment, Prince Slytherin was standing by the door of the auditorium, counting the heads of the children one by one like a real parent. When the slender fingertips in gloves picked it up from the shoulder of the last second-year girl with brown curly hair and red face, the other party quickly said thank you to him, and Draco smiled faintly, looking a little perfunctory.

"Are you sure the buns are in the cage?" Scorpius said not very humorously, "It's stuffed with red bean paste."

Draco glanced at him.

"Oh, the one just now can be considered as a little bit of hawthorn, and the white and tender skin is full of youthful pink."

"Your English is as good as it gets, boy," said the Slytherin prince sincerely in the face of bitter jealousy, "sometimes I miss when you can't speak a word well, you know, that at least makes you look Be cute."

"Look, Pansy, I'm disgusted like a yellow-faced woman." Nodding his nose, the fourth-year Slytherin smiled and pulled the Slytherin girl standing next to him, "And I haven't been here since After graduating from school, in Draco's opinion, I am no longer new."

"Oh," the Slytherin girl who was fanning herself sideways at her two flirting companions regardless of the occasion, "don't worry my dear, you are as fresh as hell. You were dancing swords on the stove just now Draco looked at you almost drooling when he saw you—if it wasn’t for the wrong occasion, he might want to rush up and knock you down on the spot and strip you naked.”

The silver-gray pupils narrowed slightly, and Prince Slytherin showed an elegant smile: "So obvious?"

"I'm sorry, it's just that obvious," Pansy replied deadpan.

Scorpius: "..."

Look, this is Slytherin. On ordinary days, each of them looks serious and unapproachable, but when the serious occasion really comes, they are the most serious ones.

……

The senior class was responsible for putting all the Slytherin children together with the children of other houses. Under Pansy's supervision, each of these little nobles who had just climbed out of the house-elf fireplace came from McGonagall. Some food was distributed to the professor——they kept their image but finished the food in their hands at a slow speed. Although they just came out of the kitchen, now that the house elves have all run away, there are only some empty kitchens in the kitchen. Cutlery, they do starve.

Draco and Scorpius were leaning against the window, talking to each other without a word, as they huddled together in the blankets the professors had conjured up, whispering and falling asleep under the onslaught of weariness. Talk to try to drive each other's drowsiness away.

"It's too hot." Scorpius yawned long as his skin pressed against the wall of the auditorium. The usually cold wall felt like it was being scorched by fire at this moment. It wasn't hot but enough to make it feel a bit stuffy. The auditorium became more unbearable-Dumbledore's freezing spell obviously couldn't really take care of every corner of the entire auditorium.

"Don't complain, you are already enjoying your own cold." Prince Slytherin pointed indifferently to the top of the fourth-year Slytherin's head, where there was slowly spinning the same one as Dumbledore's head. The ice hockey is just much smaller than that, and of course the cooling effect is not that good.

"I'm hoping someone can stop these damn fire elves—" Scorpius muttered, he raised his head absently, and when he met Draco's eyes, he was shocked, the junior Slater Lin stretched out his hand and pinched the platinum nobleman's chin, "Your eyes..."

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Draco asked inexplicably, rubbing the corners of his eyes intentionally or unintentionally with his fingertips.

"Turned into gold." Scorpius was dumbfounded, "Have you evolved?"

"Don't be silly." Rolling his eyes in an inelegant manner, the senior Slytherin lightly patted Scorpius' paw away, raised his black leather gloved hand, and then raised a finger, The movement was slowly placed on the lips, making a silent movement—Scorpius fell silent, and under Draco’s gesture, he looked out of the window—

"Oh?" Perhaps an illusion?He was surprised to find that the fire outside the window actually became smaller—the snow was still falling, but there seemed to be some raindrops mixed in the heavy snow that melted when it met the fire!

"It's raining? . . . Oh, I wish it was raining. It'll at least keep us cool."

Almost putting his whole face against the window, as if he could no longer feel the heat, Scorpius stared at every change outside the window for a moment—finally, Draco smiled again At that moment, amidst the sound of raging fire, Scorpius vaguely heard a dragon roar!

The pupils of the fourth-year Slytherin gradually widened, and the bright black pupils clearly reflected the scene outside the window—the blue dragon broke out of the hellish fire, and the hard scales , the stag-like dragon horns, under the reflection of the raging fire, the pair of sharp claws that seem to be able to tear apart all evil creatures are slightly bent, shining with a cold luster.The giant dragon's huge body hovered above the raging fire. When the dragon's chant shook the sky, dark clouds were densely covered, and huge raindrops dripped from the thick clouds.

It was as if someone had opened a loophole in the sky that would never be patched, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down over Hogwarts.

Scorpius stood blankly by the window, staring closely at the giant dragon in the sky, looking at the head of the dragon, his senior brother was wearing a white priestly robe, and in the heavy rain, the white priestly robe was completely soaked and drenched down, The young ascetic didn't see any distress at all, holding the dragon's horn with one hand, he lowered his head and looked down at everything under his feet indifferently.

A warm hand stroked Upper Scorpius' furry head gently.

"Your wish came true." Draco's smiling voice came from above his head, "It's really amazing, this news."——