[HP] Noble

Scorpius and Harry stared at each other as if they were about to tear apart each other's bones and eat them.To be honest, Scorpius didn't expect Potter's thank you, and he didn't care at all, because it wouldn't buy half a Galleon—in fact, he himself regretted his indiscretion, and now , he was terribly embarrassed.

Hagrid had stopped crying now. He wiped the corners of his eyes and stammered, "Yes, Harry, Gretel is pretty good, even if he's a Slytherin, I'll admit it."

"Thank you, Professor Hagrid, although I think most people in Slytherin are pretty good." Scorpius smirked, Hagrid waved his big fan-like hands indifferently, and looked around guiltily And muttered, "You don't need to thank you, after all, you saved my life... from that lustful female sea snake."

Hermione kicked Harry under his robes, "Hey!" Harry flinched and glared at Hermione, who raised his chin haughtily, signaling Harry silently to move.

"Okay, okay." Harry said listlessly, turning to Scorpius, scratching his head wearily, "Sorry, Gretel, I shouldn't have accused you so indiscriminately - I mean I seemed a little bit Overexcited, I walked out of the hall...you know—and saw Hagrid crying, and you were standing in front of him with your back to us...I thought you said something that made Hagrid sad, uh, and then, Made him cry."

"My English is not that good, Mr. Potter," said Scorpius lazily.

"Obviously, you just need to tell him that Buckbeak is going to lose his head—" Harry cleared his throat and found his voice had become extremely dry, "Oh come on, let's not talk about this...that... By the way, um, thank you."

Harry was finally willing to meet Slytherin's black eyes, and he said seriously, "Thank you, you saved my life."

"It's easy, it's just a simple introductory spell." Scorpius nodded lightly, as he said, but he didn't care about it at all.He was looking anxiously at the door of the Great Hall with his face twisted at the moment, muttering under his breath as if to himself, "I think I have to go, Draco will come out any minute, they won't be happy to see me and you It's been fun here - he's mad at me enough, and I want to make it worse."

"Oh... oh, okay, since you insist..." Hagrid blushed, looking hesitant to speak.

"Professor Hagrid, I will try my best to do what you said—" Scorpius paused, "but don't expect too much, I mean it, Draco is mad at me now."

Hermione blinked, sounding unexpectedly concerned, and said, "You look frustrated with this."

"Very frustrating actually, because I don't know why." Scorpius raised his eyelids and glanced at her. He always liked this Gryffindor girl who always seemed calm, if not She always looked at his words with enthusiastic eyes like looking at rare animals.

"It's not because you saved me?" Harry interjected, before he received a glare from Hermione.

"Come on, Mr. Potter, that's just me kidding you." Scorpius grinned at him harmlessly. "Draco's not that busy—I'm sure it's not because of that."

Harry was flushed and looked like he was going to stop breathing in embarrassment.

Scorpius restrained his smile and shrugged, "I'm going to ask Professor Snape, I think he may know the reason - your hair is as red as Weasley's." Scorpius patted reassuringly Pat him on the shoulder, "Goodbye, golden boy—"

Scorpius swung his schoolbag over his shoulders again, stuffed to the brim with dictionaries, making him look like a hard-working Ravenclaw.

"I hate it when people call me that." Harry wrinkled his nose. "Can't he be kinder?—well, maybe I can't either."

Ron looked at Harry enviously and sighed, "He patted you on the shoulder."

"Wake up, buddy." Harry frowned uncontrollably, looking intimidated by his friend, "Can you act normal? From your previous behavior, I always thought you hated Slater more than I did." Forest……"

"Yes, I still hate them, those vile, selfish and cruel little bastards—oh, sorry, Professor Hagrid, I think you can pretend you didn't hear?" Hagrid grinned at him tolerantly. , Now the big man is much better, and Ron returned to his normal expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, and commented longingly, "I just think Gretel is good."

"Gretel was a Slytherin, to the letter," Harry reminded.

"So to correct - I admire Gretel, who happens to be a Slytherin unfortunately."

Hermione let out a loud, obviously mocking laugh.

"Oh come on, Hermione—"

Hermione said haughtily, "If only he didn't act so stupid."

Harry made a helpless grimace at her, turned his head and asked Ron pretending to be interested: "So Ron, have you delivered your gift yet?"

"No," Ron replied listlessly, "because I happened to see Malfoy give him a brooch with a defensive charm on it."

Harry paused, and stared at his companion in surprise: "Really? I remember that enchanted accessories are always—"

"Very expensive, yes, your memory is correct." Ron said sadly, "remember that broken plastic earring we saw in the window, it was ridiculously ugly, but thought it could prevent a trip Leg Curse, it only costs 10 Galleons! - Malfoy gave him that exquisite one, even if it was just a simple accessory, it would probably cost 15 Galleons."

"The last thing the Malfoys lack is money." Harry shrugged and said without surprise.

"...That happens to be what I lack the most."

Ron said so, and now, the three of them had bid farewell to Hagrid and came to the Gryffindor portrait.

"Stop! You bunch of mangy dogs!" shouted Sir Cadogan, who was temporarily guarding the entrance to Gryffindor instead of the fat lady. He was a lunatic, and he had to change a password almost every day, which almost broke Neville— Several times, the poor boy had to wait for other students to come and take him in because he couldn't remember the passwords that seemed to change forever.

"Oh, shut up—chivalry—" Ron said the password, climbed in first, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Our family only has a few Galleons in deposits in Gringotts, as you can see from Scabbers, it It’s so old, I even have to use the leftovers from Percy as a pet, I really don’t know when it will be able to meet Merlin, so that I can ask my mother to change it for me—oh?! Scabbers? Merlin—”

As soon as Harry stood still, he saw Ron rushing towards him like a gust of wind. The red-haired boy was frightened: "Harry! Scabbers is gone! There is blood on the ground!"

A look of unnaturalness appeared on Hermione's face, and she walked quickly past Ron, raising her voice, "It might just be out for a walk—"

"Impossible! It likes to stay on the sofa - look what it is! One, root, cat, hair!" Ron rushed to Hermione, "Your cat killed Scabbers!"

"It doesn't eat magical animals," said Hermione deadpan, although Harry could tell right away that Hermione wasn't too sure.

Apparently, Ron saw it too, because now he was too busy yelling at her about how awful and annoying Crookshanks usually looked, until he yelled "that big furry Pie-faced beast", Hermione jumped up from the sofa, knocked him away with red eyes and rushed out of the Gryffindor lounge.

Harry: "..."

During the whole process, he couldn't even insert a single word.

……

At this time, Scorpius was also wandering around the corridor like a ghost, his eyes were glazed over, and his mind was buzzing with the conversation he had just had with Headmaster Dumbledore—yes, the Headmaster.After he carefully knocked on the Slytherin Headmaster's door to explain his purpose, their Headmaster just sneered, grabbed him by the shoulder and roughly pushed him out of the office, then dragged him all the way to the door of the headmaster's office.

The old principal is still so amiable.

Sitting on the soft sofa, Scorpius lowered his head and drank hot orange juice without saying a word. When he finished drinking the glass in his hand, Dumbledore's story was finished.

The story revolves around a cruel black wizard. The old principal said that the wizard had disappeared for 11 years, but three years ago, he came back again, with greater ambitions and more cruel and resolute goals.

"Oriental magic does not belong to the same category as the European and American ones, but the international magic community has given them equal recognition. They involve different fields, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses. As far as I know, Taoist magic is very important for the soul. excellent research," said Dumbledore mildly, his blue eyes gleaming with wisdom and shrewdness behind half-moon spectacles.

"It's something handed down from our ancestors, with a complex structure." Scorpius thought for a while and replied uncertainly.

"That's exactly what the man wanted." Snape said stiffly. During the conversation, he stood motionless behind Scorpius, which actually made Scorpius feel a little relieved, although the old headmaster didn't really care. Not very fierce... Well, he's not fierce at all.

"Yes, Mr. Gretel, I'm afraid I have to agree with Severus," Dumbledore relaxed a little, he grabbed a small cookie and put it in his mouth, his eyes became a little blurred, " Voldemort - that's the man's name, although I personally think it's wrong for everyone to be afraid to call him by his first name - Voldemort is obsessed with everything to do with souls. There are others - even the most superficial touches in the field of Eastern magic It is also mentioned in the book, those exquisite spells that move mountains and fill seas."

"It's not quite so, sir," said Scorpius simply.

He finds it difficult to express some information with the vocabulary he can master now—for example, Taoism is just a general term, but it actually has its own systematic and detailed classification, such as Maoshan, Tianshi, Zhengyi and other factions. There are differences, and the number of spells mastered is also different.Some of them can know the destiny, some can move mountains to fill the sea, and some are born to catch ghosts.

Different factions usually do not communicate with each other, only very basic things are exactly the same, but when it comes to deep spells, they are completely independent of each other. Only by formally worshiping a teacher and entering the school can we continue to learn more .

Dumbledore leaned forward, his glasses slid under the bridge of his nose: "Voldemort is very ambitious, he will not let go of any force that may cause serious damage to the wizarding world, I always think that my students are the same Excellent and kind—but I must remind you, Mr. Gretel, some Slytherin children have parents who are his loyal followers. Maybe your classmates will disclose your situation to their parents intentionally or unintentionally. time, it will inevitably spread to that person's ears—”

The old headmaster's sentence was very long, but he spoke slowly and clearly, and Scorpius half-understood, and somewhat understood: "You mean, this will cause trouble for me and my grandfather, won't you?" ,gentlemen?"

"Yes, Mr. Gretel - just as far as I know, third-year Gryffindors and Slytherins have all witnessed a wonderful spell, although most of them are kept in the dark, but I have asked It's such a reliable contract magic that I've never even used it on my students—"

"He used it again at the Quidditch pitch," Snape said in a chilly voice, "in public, but this time, he saved Potter's life."

"I know. Fortunately, it's not obvious. Only Mr. Malfoy was present." Dumbledore waved his hand, and Snape frowned slightly, looking hesitant to speak.

"Don't worry, Severus, I happen to have my plan—" Dumbledore turned to Gretel again, "Son, I have to tell you something... At the beginning of that battle, the Gretel family belonged to the Absolutely neutral, although you have a deep friendship with the Malfoy family, your father left England at the beginning of the war..."

The old headmaster seemed about to say something more, but Snape cut him off, hissing in a low voice, "Dumbledore, enough hints, I don't think you need to go this far."

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore." Scorpius put the empty cup on the headmaster's desk, and gave the old headmaster a reassuring smile, "I will pay attention to these, but I can't give up the right to use them, Grandfather will thunderbolt my father when he knows I've completely given up my family's stuff for magic."

Dumbledore laughed happily, winked at Scorpius, and said slightly mischievously, "Of course, boy, it's your right."

When the doors of the two ugly monolith monsters closed behind him, Scorpius finally knew why Draco was throwing a tantrum at himself - though with that answer came more other things.

Scorpius thought about it, and decided that he still needed to send a letter to his family to talk about the related issues-Dad never reminded him that he needed to pay too much attention to these things, and he felt that he needed to ask why.

Professor Snape stayed and seemed to have other things to tell the headmaster. Scorpius was walking alone on the way back to the cellar. When he passed the corridor, he looked out through the old window inadvertently. You can see the scenery by the lake - at this time, the lake is completely frozen, and the surrounding trees have accumulated a lot of thick snow.

Before it snows, if the weather is fine outside, the lake is always full of students.

But as the weather gets colder, students prefer to stay in the warm and dry common room, which should be empty in this severe winter.

Scorpius frowned slightly.

The lake is very lively today.

There is a person standing in the woods on both sides, and it can be seen from their hair that they are two girls.

They obviously don't know each other's existence, and what's interesting is that they lie on the bare tree in front of them in almost the same movements, er, they seem to be crying.