[HP] Noble

The next morning, Scorpius deliberately got up early and squatted in the common room waiting for Draco—as expected, the Slytherin prince who came down the stairs immediately showed his face when he saw him. Seeing the disgusted expression of "Why is it you", Scorpius pretended not to see it, walked up with a smile, grabbed Draco and pulled him away from Goyle and Crabbe, and the two rushed out of the warm Slytherin public side by side. In the living room, a gust of cold wind mixed with the vapor of the Black Lake blew from the end of the corridor, and the senior Slytherin couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Draco turned his head and glanced at Scorpius expressionlessly, then turned his head back to look straight ahead, and said expressionlessly, "Put your cloak on."

Scorpius was stunned for a moment, and then realized that when he came out, the autumn cloak was still hanging on his elbows because he was walking too fast. He shook off the cloak and put it on. The autumn outfit with just the right thickness is very Fending off those seemingly endless winds, Scorpius smiled at Draco: "It's starting to get cooler, isn't it?"

Draco walked forward without squinting: "If you squatted in the common room early in the morning just to discuss this with me, Gretel, I have to say that you are really the most boring person in the world."

"Of course not." Scorpius pondered for a while, as if hesitating for something. Finally, when they were about to walk out of the Slytherin cellar and came to the intersection where all the colleges converged to the auditorium, he seemed to have made up his mind Resolutely lowered his voice, and leaned closer to Prince Slytherin's ear, "I just want to say that you took your prefect Hogwarts for a midnight tour last night, but you didn't know anything until we each returned to our own beds. Can you tell me what the purpose of the trip last night was."

Draco raised the corners of his lips: "Save the savior of the magic world, so that he won't lose his life because of the hellhound's halazi?"

The mysterious expression on Scorpius' face froze, and he said expressionlessly: "This is indeed the funniest joke this month, bar none."

"For Dumbledore's Sorcerer's Stone."

"Oh."

Scorpius nodded calmly. After thinking for a while, he felt that something was wrong. He turned his head suddenly and looked at the Slytherin prince beside him who had been calmly heading towards the auditorium all the way: "What is the Philosopher's Stone?"

Draco sighed and gave him a sideways look out of the corner of his eye.

Scorpius frowned: "Why are you sighing?"

By this time, they had arrived at the entrance of the auditorium.Draco reached out and pushed open the door of the auditorium, walked straight to the long Slytherin table and took his favorite seat among the empty seats, and after Scorpius sat down next to him, Draco reached out and dragged After passing a basket of roasted, crispy and fragrant toast, he took a piece for himself, then pushed the basket full of toast towards the black-haired Slytherin, watching him take a piece too, so he was not in a hurry Slowly, Scorpius clarified what exactly is the Philosopher's Stone——

The Sorcerer's Stone is the predecessor of magic - a great magic product refined by ancient alchemy.It has amazing functions, it can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create elixir of life. People who drink the potion mixed with the magic stone solution can live forever.

There have been many reports of the Philosopher's Stone over the centuries, but the only remaining one belongs to the famous alchemist and opera lover Mr Nicole Mellor, who celebrated his fifth birthday in 660 last year.

"Also, that Nicole Mailer is a good friend of Dumbledore. I guess he believed that Hogwarts is the safest place in the whole wizarding world, so he thought about putting this thing in Hogwarts. Leave it to Dumbledore for safekeeping." Draco carefully spread a thick layer of butter on his toast, and said in a calm tone without raising his head, "I was in that hell last night. A movable panel was seen under the hound's fat buttocks, which should be a secret door—Dumbledore may have used space magic to create a special space for the Philosopher's Stone."

"But Draco, this is wrong—" Scorpius frowned, "Professor McGonagall said that the essence of magic is to change the appearance of matter, but not to impress its own structure and essence. The reason for this is that Magic is something that is time-sensitive—an object is only what we see it to be, but it is what it is.”

"so what?"

"So it is too unreliable to turn any metal into gold." Scorpius thought for a while, and then remembered the second magic point of the Philosopher's Stone, which is immortality——

This statement is because among the Taoist sects, the Quanzhen sect pays attention to the double cultivation of internal and external alchemy, and pursues the theory of immortality and immortality. Therefore, although my grandfather belongs to the Maoshan sect of the Shangqing sect, they also had close relations with uncles from other sects since they were young. Scorpius is no stranger to this kind of statement, but he is a little surprised that there are people on the other side of the sea who pursue this thing.

Scorpius said softly: "There should be no one who can achieve immortality."

Draco raised his eyebrows: "But Nico Mellor is more than 600 years old - er, well, I heard that he is already an old man who is too old to bite into pancakes."

Scorpius shrugged.

This time, instead of Draco frowning, he threw away the tableware in his hand, looking a little helpless: "According to what you say, the existence of the Philosopher's Stone is completely nonsense."

Scorpius smiled awkwardly: "Maybe there are really Dumbledore's dentures under that trap door?"

But at this point, Draco had turned away, looking too lazy to talk to him anymore.

……

Scorpius never discussed it with Draco again after that, in fact, he was really busy enough that he completely forgot about it.

Not only is the position of prefect brought him a lot of things, but more importantly, he is already in the fifth grade this year, and what awaits him is a very important exam for wizards, Scorpius His grades have always been good - although compared to Draco back then, he is still a bit worse, but as a top student, he is often given high expectations by his teachers, which invisibly adds a lot of pressure to him.

Thinking of going back to the future and going to the fifth grade again, Scorpius even has the heart to jump into the black lake and be done.

Countless papers and test points are waiting for him to memorize. Every day, what he does most is to carry his heavy schoolbag to the desk in the corner of the library after class—usually, there is no one there. In a few ten minutes, Draco would be rushing with his schoolbag and sitting beside him in the cold outside of the library.

On rare occasions, Draco would reserve a seat there in advance.And in front of him is a mountain of reference books, under his quill, is a dissertation assignment that exceeds the required length of countless inches... At this time, all Scorpius needs to do is walk over, and then sit down and be quiet Read your own reference books carefully.

Sometimes Scorpius cranes his neck to meddle, like—

"Draco, I think the analysis of the medicinal properties of evening primrose is too high-end for a first-year thesis. You can just describe the difference between its appearance and primrose, and Professor Snape will be very satisfied... ..."

"To shut up."

"..."

that's all.

Such days always make people feel that they pass quickly. To Scorpius' surprise, it seems that someone has manipulated the time again. Unknowingly, he came to Draco's first grade in a blink of an eye. Two months have passed, the summer is completely over, and the first graders are ushering in their first early winter at Hogwarts...

And the Halloween that comes with it.

And for the Slytherin kids, Halloween seemed like a whole new beginning.

"—After Halloween, you will no longer have a guide who is always waiting to wipe your ass for you. For the rest, you only need to remember: do it yourself."

It was the eve of Halloween, and Professor Snape specially went to the Slytherin common room to present the Halloween blessing to the first-year students, and everyone accepted the blessing from the head of Slytherin with horror on their faces.

Scorpius sat on the sofa with a smile on his face and watched the first-grade children tremble with fear—especially Goyle and Crabbe, judging from their expressions, they seemed to feel very much that Professor Snape's "clean" Ass" was for both of them... Of course, they don't know it at this moment in first year, they have a good boss, at least in the future that Scorpius can see, Draco's one With one hand covering them and their families, they passed through the darkest period of the entire wizarding world safely.

When Professor Snape came in aggressively and left aggressively, the children scattered in a trance with expressions of "I'm going to have a nightmare tonight". At this time, the prefect of Slytherin was still sitting on the sofa , with a face full of erratic——

He remembered that when he was in his first year, Draco, as the guide, had always been impatient, but when Halloween was approaching, Draco still carefully gave him a bag of sacks brought from Hogsmeade. The returned candy, and... Scorpius stared straight at a spot in the corner of the wall, and carefully fiddled with the exquisite silver snake brooch pinned to the shirt under the robe—

When the memories of each other overlap, but the positions of the two parties in the same scene are completely exchanged-the feeling of perfectly occupying all the memories of the other party is simply not so wonderful.

The dark-haired Slytherin couldn't help smiling.

"—You look like an idiot when you laugh. The good news is that tomorrow I can finally escape from your clutches."

A figure blocked Scorpius' sight, and a mean and ruthless voice floated down from above Scorpius' head.

However, this time, Draco accidentally failed to see the senior Slytherin's angry look, and saw that the latter just raised his head and smirked at him, and then said slowly: "That's not it, Draco , come on, be honest, even if you don't take your brains out today, you can hear that you are actually very sorry..."

"...Gretel, tell me, where did you get your confidence?"

"I'm just telling the truth, Draco."

Draco was completely disgusted, and let out a contemptuous nasal sound from his nasal cavity. With Scorpius' maddening gentle expression on his back, he rushed back to himself in a slightly embarrassed manner. bedroom.

The next morning, when the children woke up and came to the corridor as usual, they all smelled the tempting aroma of roasted pumpkins. At the same time, they finally discovered today's Hogwarts. How is it different from the usual ones—the ever-burning candles flickering on both sides of the corridor on weekdays are now covered by someone with pumpkin covers carved with grimaces, and the shadow of the huge grimace is projected on the other wall, the candlelight flickers, and It's kind of scary--

It's just that the terrifying atmosphere was completely diluted by the children's laughter.

During lunch, Draco mentioned to Scorpius in a very calm tone that tonight he wanted to see the world under the hellhound's ass.

The whole reaction of Scorpius was to spray the pumpkin juice in his mouth that he hadn't had time to swallow all over the table——

"Hey, watch it!" Draco moved his plate away with a look of disgust, then took out the spell and cast seven or eight cleaning spells on the table, Scorpius and a series of objects frantically.

They made so much noise that even Pansy, who was sitting diagonally across from them, couldn't help turning her head to look at them—at this time, Pansy was still a cute silly girl who smirked when she saw Draco. He made it clear that seeing Pansy's lips hooked gave him a headache.

So at this moment Prince Slytherin looked particularly annoyed——

"What are you doing with such a big reaction?"

"If I don't respond, you don't have to tell me about your amazing decision to send yourself to the belly of a hellhound," said Scorpius, looking very aggrieved, "what inspired you to do this?" A dauntless thought?"

"Because there is a Halloween banquet tonight, everyone - including Filch, will come to the auditorium." Draco said lightly, "I can't think of a more suitable time than tonight."

Scorpius smirked unenthusiastically: "And then? Why did you tell me?"

"Tomorrow your mission as a guide will end," Draco said naturally, "Make the most of everything."

Scorpius: "...I'm not going, I'm going to sit here and feed myself instead of running into the cold hallway and feeding the Hellhound."

"Don't be stupid, Gretel," Draco shot him a disgusted look, "You have to come, I need you."

Scorpius smiled numbly: "Really? It's an honor."

Draco put down the cutlery in his hands, turned around, and snatched his wand from the senior's pocket with quick eyesight——

"Hey!" Scorpius raised his eyebrows and wanted to reach out to grab it.

And Draco turned around nimbly, turned his back to Scorpius to prevent him from taking his wand back, and the slightly pale fingertips of the Prince Slytherin pinched Scorpius' wand gently, With a wave - a shower of pink, fairy dust-like particles sprayed from the tip of the wand.

"Unicorn tail hair, dyed with alder, well maintained, it can be seen that the owner doesn't use it much at all..."

Scorpius: "..." Is this a compliment or a sarcasm?

Draco suddenly drew out his tone: "I said, Gretel—"

During the speech, Prince Slytherin seemed to be holding Scorpius' wand happily, and without warning, he turned sharply and faced Scorpius - which surprised him a lot.

And the smirk on Draco's face became clearer: "See, your wand seems to like me."

Scorpius: "It's finally time for me to ask this question - where do you have the confidence!"

After finishing speaking, the senior Slytherin reached out to grab his wand, but Draco stuffed Scorpius' wand into his trouser pocket and grabbed his cutlery again. Amidst Lin's protests, Draco raised his head, his silver-gray pupils were rarely filled with a smile, and he looked at the senior Slytherin in front of him, and suddenly said without beginning or end: "I said Gretel, what are you doing?" Haven't heard the story of a 'Piper of Hameln'?"