[HP] Noble

Professor Dumbledore didn't show any surprise at the fact that the head of Slytherin ran to him to report with a group of little ghosts in the middle of the night.

In fact, the old headmaster of Hogwarts always seemed to be calm in this way. He sat down behind his desk with all kinds of weird magic ornaments with a smile on his face, took out his Wand, but stopped abruptly, and at the same time, Scorpius saw the blue eyes curved into the same shape as the lenses behind the half-moon glasses——

"As for the life spell, I always think that people define it as black magic is an inaccurate classification-yes, as long as the magic is at the cost of blood, it is always classified as black magic. It seems a bit too simple and rude... Severus, please?"

The Potions Professor snorted, and reluctantly pulled out his wand and waved it—almost immediately, Scorpius felt the vines that bound his wrist loosen. The vines, whose delicate leaves were still trembling slightly, fell to the ground as if they had lost their life, and withered quickly.

The black-haired Slytherin raised his eyelids and looked around, not surprised to see that other people seemed to be freed from this restraint—subconsciously lowered his head to look at his wrist, and Scorpius unexpectedly found that there was a It didn't show any red marks at all.

"—and according to you, Severus, these children are here because of the night tour?"

"I'm afraid so, Dumbledore." Professor Snape lowered his voice and hissed, "all of them, with a flealike heart that never settles down, thinking of their own great adventures Maybe meet a troll - a hellhound - or become a dragon rider by chance..."

Professor Snape's words seemed to imply too much. At this time, Professor Dumbledore had to sit up a little from his seat. However, there was still a smile in the eyes of the old headmaster: "But I noticed that , at least one of those present is a prefect with legal night patrol authority."

Thank goodness, Scorpius sighed, now someone finally noticed the rationale for my presence!

It's a pity that Professor Snape made it very shameless: "The only reason Mr. Great is here is because he is busy with Mr. Malfoy Jr. - I don't remember the prefect's definition of legal right to visit at night. including this one."

Professor Dumbledore, who had fully grasped the point, widened his eyes slightly in surprise: "Oh..."

After looking back and forth between Scorpius and Draco, the old headmaster sat back in his seat: "Actually, Severus, I never thought of defining this The details are planned in this regard..."

Draco gasped, wondering why his godfather just insisted on this fact, and was about to refute, but those silver-gray pupils unexpectedly swept across the three grids standing obliquely in front of him. Gryffindor... So, when Draco saw the red-haired Gryffindor standing between them looking like he was about to faint—

Prince Slytherin's heart moved, and he didn't know why, he swallowed the rebuttal that had come to his mouth abruptly.

Scorpius seemed to be the only one present to notice Draco's strange behavior - and the dark-haired Slytherin gave him a strange look.

Scorpius subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the ring on his hand—under the dim light, the silver and blue ring was shining beautifully.

Meanwhile, Draco heard his godfather's familiar voice resounding in the Headmaster's office—

"Obviously we are not here tonight to discuss the love affairs of my college students." Professor Snape said blankly, "Illegal night walks, Dumbledore, I remember the last time the professors caught students Illegal night tours have been going on for more than ten years... The only thing in common is that among the small groups that are caught, there will always be a person whose surname is Potter."

As Professor Snape said, he seemed to recall some extremely unpleasant memories, and smiled coldly.

The people in the room subconsciously focused their eyes on Harry Potter—but the latter seemed a little dazed, as if he was still digesting what Professor Snape said before, oh yes, after all, this is Harry Potter's first Overhearing someone mention his father directly, in fact, the subject had been skipped when he realized that the man Snape was talking about was his father.

Even so, after—until they left the headmaster's office, Harry couldn't get out of the subject smoothly.

He stood where he was, his mind was full of his father whom he had never met—when he thought that he would also go out at night and be caught by the professor, Harry found that he was actually a little happy, just It was as if he had finally found a chance to learn more about his father from the photo album he treasured so well.

For the first time, the Savior of Gryffindor wanted to thank his potions master for being mean.

When he realized that Ron was calling him, they had left the headmaster's office and returned to the Gryffindor tower. From beginning to end, there was a weird smile on his lips, and when he blinked When he lowered his emerald green eyes and looked blankly at his frustrated companion, the other party finally sighed unbearably: "Harry, I don't know why you're still happy—we've been deducted a full 150 points— -150 points!"

"What?!" Harry opened his mouth, "What 150 points?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged a strange look.

"You're not listening, Harry," said Hermione calmly. "I've noticed that you've been blatantly distracted for a while."

"We got fifty points off each of us for our night walks," said Ron grumpily. "Oh, God, I can't believe everyone is waking up to the Gryffindor hourglass tomorrow morning. What will it look like to fall from No.1 to the end - we will be killed, Harry!"

At this moment, Harry found himself experiencing the feeling of falling from the clouds into hell.

He found himself out of breath.

His head was buzzing, and all he could hear was his numb, almost out-of-pitch voice in the night wind, "Where's Slytherin?" He heard himself asking, "If we get deducted—"

"Slytherin got fifty points too, and that fifty points belonged to Malfoy," said Hermione, "but the senior was a prefect, Harry, and he had the right to watch the night after curfew—even if he Really dating Malfoy - oh well, Ron, not even Dumbledore thinks they're really dating!"

The Gryffindor girl seemed finally irritated by the gasping voice behind her, she almost jumped up from her spot, glared angrily at the dying red-haired Gryffindor behind her, and then she After turning around like an angry cat and saying the password to the sleepy fat woman, he rushed back to the girls' dormitory without looking back.

After Hermione left, Harry looked weakly at Ron, who looked like he was about to cry, and finally, he patted his friend on the shoulder, and couldn't help saying in a frustrated tone, "Don't blame Hermione— - she must be having a hard time - fifty minutes is enough for her to try to answer questions and jump up and down in class for a good half a month - tonight is our good night, man, although I think we will not move until dawn Step into hell."

"I'm in hell now, Harry." Ron said with a broken face, "I never thought I'd fall out of love so out of nowhere - before I knew what love was like - oh, Harry, listen to me—don't ever try to fall in love with a Slytherin in your life! Unless you fall in love as inexplicably as I did!"

"...In fact, your unrequited love has failed at best." Harry racked his brains to comfort Ron, even though he felt that he needed comfort now too.

Since entering school, he has been doing very well, at least he has not caused much trouble, and after winning the Quidditch match, he has always been the one who is very popular with his classmates... But Harry thinks that this situation may happen after dawn today will disappear without a trace...

He didn't know if he could handle these gaps.

"Okay, Ron, if you want to cry - uh uh, I don't really want to lend you a shoulder ... at least cry softly, you'll scare Neville."

"Oh, never try to like a Slytherin again!"

"Okay..."

"I'm dumped!"

"..."

"I was broken in love, and I was deducted fifty points!"

"..."

"It doesn't make sense! Because I just don't want to be bitten by Hagrid's baby in the future - just because of this I will lose my relationship and get fifty points deducted - it doesn't make sense!"

"..."

When the people around you are repeating some bad things that you don't even want to mention, you will magically find that in the repeating sound like a repeater, part of your bad feelings will be distracted Move on to the eye-rolling thing and magically lighten up a bit.

At least at this moment, Harry Potter felt so.