[HP] Noble

In fact, Harry's worries were not superfluous.

At dawn the next day, people were surprised to see the Gryffindor students all gathered around the hourglass at the end of the corridor and roaring, oh, of course they can't be blamed, in fact they even thought there was something wrong with their eyes— —After all, when they went back to the tower to sleep last night, Gryffindor was still far ahead of the four hourglasses, and this morning—note—they just slept for a while. Jue didn't do anything else - when they woke up, they were the ones at the bottom.

Less than Hufflepuff.

This deepens the extent of the problem a little bit, so the whole thing becomes very serious.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. After breakfast, the Gryffindors finally knew who the "hourglass killer at the end of the corridor" was. The great achievement of "the bear"-meaning, from "the Gryffindor savior hero in people's minds" to "the bear in people's minds".

For the next whole morning, he used his own experience to solve a question that he had been puzzled for a long time (actually not counted), that is: what do people do when they want to isolate a person.

In fact, Harry wasn't too surprised to find that it was a million times worse than usual when Thomas was missing from Potions class, or Neville had to cover himself for Hermione to cross over to the rescue... At the end of the class, when the students rushed out the door like a swarm of bees, he had to stand at the end of the crowd with the cynicism of the potions professor to accept the longest and unbearable time-because only Hermione and Ron No one else wanted to stand with him, so at this moment, Harry had to put on a serious, paralyzed face and pretend he didn't care.

This is definitely more sad than the days when he was bullied by Dali before Hogwarts - at least at that time, Harry was still used to being bullied, and as long as he didn't have to go through the period of falling from heaven to hell -

If you stay in hell from beginning to end, it will seem less surprising.

"Honestly, Ron, Hermione—"

At this moment, the savior of Gryffindor was carrying his schoolbag in one hand, and while enduring the feeling of hunger, he hurried to the auditorium and said as he walked: "I know it's embarrassing to say this, but I have to Don't sigh at this time, fortunately I was not alone when I was caught last night, at least now we have three people-oh, I mean-"

Harry flung open the Great Hall door, and for a moment it seemed to him that the boisterous and laughing crowd at the Gryffindor table had grown quieter—anyway... er er er, forget it.

The savior of Gryffindor shrugged helplessly, and his green pupils like lake water swept the forgotten corner of the long table without a trace... It seemed that the seat was deliberately vacated, and Harry would not come back anyway. He also couldn't suppress the feeling of disappointment in his heart - this feeling even completely suppressed his hunger.

When Harry walked towards the seat obviously reserved for him, and sat down on it, he turned his head and asked Ron, who was blushing and sitting next to him, in a particularly unwilling tone. : "Tell me, Ron, why it doesn't seem like the end of the world is coming in Slytherin."

"Because they were only deducted fifty points. Although it is a bit more, compared to 150 points, that is directly one more decimal point." Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed the tableware and scooped it up for herself. A spoonful of mashed potatoes - the Gryffindor girl simply brought the plate of mashed potatoes to their Before, "I earned back fifteen points in Herbalism class today—oh, a little more than usual, I just handed Professor Sprout a spatula—but the next one was because of the magic Medicine class, since Professor Snape would never allow himself to give Gryffindor points, so I decided to forgive myself for not getting any, at least for History of Magic this afternoon I guess I could—"

"Okay, Hermione." Ron interrupted the Gryffindor girl's thoughts, looking very irritable, "We are miserable enough, can't you let us have a good meal within a controllable range?" Want a slightly more relaxing lunch?!"

"I have another question," said Harry, poking his fork into the apple pie. "Malfoy doesn't seem to be isolated from the Slytherins!"

Saying that, the Gryffindor golden trio raised their heads almost uncontrollably and cautiously looked at the other end of the auditorium——

On the long silver and green Slytherin table, the man they were looking for was sitting in his usual seat, and to his left was the Slytherin prefect, Scorpigret, At this moment, he was lowering his head and carefully cutting the steak in front of him, and judging from Draco Malfoy's expression, he seemed to be still picking and choosing...

Across from Draco, Pansy poured him a glass of fresh iced milk.

On Draco's left, Blaise Zabini smiled and tilted his head as Draco picked at the dark-haired senior Slytherin beside him—

Not only is it not isolated.

It was a thriving atmosphere of harmony.

"As much as I don't want to admit it," Harry said deadpan, "but at this moment, I do find that I'm madly jealous."

"You'll notice that the attitude of the Slytherins towards Malfoy this morning was anything but friendly—" Hermione took a deep breath, and brushed off her messy hair, "but he was in herbal medicine class just now. He forcibly lost three chances to answer the questions, giving Slytherin a total of [-] points, and in the Potions class, he was the one who completed the potion the fastest... Professor Snape gave him a huge reward of [-] points ..."

Harry: "It adds up to 45 points."

Hermione: "That's right, it adds up to 45 points."

Harry: "But at least Slytherin hasn't isolated Malfoy into a corner since this morning."

"Well, Harry," said Ron with a look of regret, "we're still a Gryffindor nonetheless - my mum would never allow me to abscond with fifty points from the House Go to another college, and since ancient times, there has never been a history of students transferring after the sorting ceremony," the red-haired Gryffindor thought for a while, and seemed to have thought of some terrible associations. Emphatically, "Never."

——Of course he didn't know that a few years later, the person who broke the history of Hogwarts appeared in the Weasley family, and that person was even his dearest little sister.

……

In fact, the situation on Draco's side was not as smooth as the Gryffindors imagined.

When he woke up this morning, Draco also had a slight headache from the hourglass at the end of the corridor—unprecedented.

This made him seem a little grumpy and irritable all morning, especially when he saw the black-haired senior Slytherin who was always habitually sitting next to him at the long table, whenever Draco remembered that he was a prefect , he can't help but be forced to think of the things he did that cost the academy fifty points——

Draco had never bothered to jump up and down like a monkey in class to answer questions, but in today's special situation, when he realized it, he found that he had already done so.

"I exchanged my dignity for fifteen points." The platinum noble said to the black-haired Slytherin who was quietly sitting next to him, trying to split the steak in half, "don't you want to say something about it?" huh, Mr Prefect?"

"What I'm trying to say is—it should be." Scorpius rolled his eyes, "From the moment everyone decides to let you go instead of tearing you to shreds, Draco, you're burdened I have to rely on my own mission to earn the fifty cents back, I heard that you did a good job in the Potions class, congratulations, but the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard."

"It's really touching encouragement." Prince Slytherin said lazily with a sneer on his face.

Scorpius shrugged and was about to say something, but at this moment, he saw Professor Snape stand up from what he had done, and then walked towards them aggressively - that posture - almost - Just when Scorpius thought he was going to pull out his wand and cast some terrible spell on them, the Potions Professor stopped abruptly, staring at the sallow face expressionlessly, and took the He took out a note and handed it to Draco.

Before Draco could reflect what it was, Head Slytherin had already left in a hurry—all that was left to them was a chic back and the edge of his robe billowing like waves.

Draco easily split the note in two, glanced at its contents quickly, and slipped one of the notes to the Slytherin prefect sitting next to him.Scorpius took the note inexplicably, unfolded it, and found that it simply read: Dear Mr. Gretel, hello.Your confinement will begin tonight at eleven o'clock, please be on time to wait for Mr. Filch in the foyer.

Signed by Albus Dumbledore.

"Starting at eleven o'clock tonight," Scorpius read again according to the content of the note, "I have never seen any confinement punishment that punishes students who illegally go out at night to go out at the same time."

Scorpius heard a short laugh from the Slytherin prince sitting beside him.

The laugh made Scorpius think of something else.

The dark-haired Slytherin looked up, glanced furtively around, and before anyone noticed, Scorpius pulled out his wand and cast an earbuds spell - despite having cast this However, when he got close to Draco who was full of inexplicable faces, he still couldn't help lowering his voice and asked, "Draco, have you noticed that Professor Snape is very busy recently?"

"No," Draco replied emphatically, "Actually, does he seem to have a day of leisure?"

Scorpius cleared his voice in embarrassment: "What I mean is—Professor Snape seems to be so busy that he doesn't even have time to eat, and every time he leaves the auditorium in a hurry, he follows him closely The one who leaves will always be—"

Scorpius stopped talking, and his black pupils seemed to glance at the door very suggestively. Draco followed his gaze as if he had realized something, only to see their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor holding his hand With a big head covered in bandages, he opened the door of the auditorium with his shoulder in a panic, as if he was going to catch up with someone when he thought no one noticed—from the door slipped out.

Draco withdrew his gaze and looked at the mysterious senior Slytherin in front of him expressionlessly.

Scorpius smiled nervously: "Well, today, I accidentally heard something—"

"Eavesdropping is not a virtue, Mr. Great."

Knew you would say that.Scorpius mumbled and complained in his heart, but on the surface he had to force himself to look natural, he shrugged: "I heard that Professor Quirrell seemed to be frightened, he seemed to be begging someone, Keep saying 'no, no - don't do it again-' and he's sobbing and giving in to someone..."

Draco: "..."

At this time, the black-haired Slytherin, who was caught in memories, didn't notice that the expression of the Slytherin prince sitting beside him became a little strange. Scorpius fixed his eyes on a corner of the auditorium, and touched the My jaw tried to recall: "Then, after about ten minutes, I saw Professor Snape hurried out from the direction of the source of the voice, and after a while, Professor Quirrell also walked out, he looked very painful, There were even tears on my face."

Draco: "..."

"So, Draco, about this matter, how do you—" Scorpius looked away, but suddenly stopped when he met the pair of silver-gray pupils sitting next to him Then, inexplicably looking at the very tangled person sitting in front of him, "What's your expression?"

Draco was silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Scorpius wanted to ask if he was dumb that the platinum noble lowered his eyes and said slowly, "I see."

"You know?" This time Scorpius was completely confused, "What do you know?"

"I will write to my father to discuss this matter," Draco pondered for a moment, his delicate and beautiful face showed an old man's tangled expression, "I will try to make him...let him Accepting that my godmother is going to be someone who... smells like garlic and doesn't seem to be very magical - in fact, I always thought Quirrell was an old crook, uh uh, but there's no way , if Professor Snape likes, you know - there's nothing stopping this kind of thing - Merlin's beard, I'm actually starting to appreciate the fact that my godfather never wanted to be part of our Christmas family dinner Now, God knows I've regretted it almost every year for the past 11 years, but now that I have to spend a whole Christmas dinner with a smell of garlic next to my nose—"

Scorpius: "Stop."

Draco: "What?"

Scorpius said blankly: "Don't read Gower and Crabbe's pornographic magazines, Draco, don't force me to check your dormitory environment - Quirrell's 'doing' means 'doing things'" Do it, not the one you imagined - 'do it'."

Draco: "..."

Scorpius: "...you wouldn't think your Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts professors were so hungry they couldn't bear to go to the office and have to find someone who just passed by--like idle assholes It’s just that I’m here—the place I’ll pass by, just as you imagined… entertained?”

"...You shouldn't emphasize details like 'about ten minutes later' and 'Professor Snape walked out from the direction of the sound', and 'Professor Quirrell's face was in tears'."

"...But I just saw Professor Snape come out after ten minutes, and then Professor Quirrell came out crying!" Scorpius said with a face full of pain.

After Scorpius finished speaking, he was extremely helpless to see that the face of His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin who was sitting opposite him at this moment paused for a moment, and then Draco actually showed a relaxed expression of relief.

So far, the originally serious question has been running in a completely wrong and very weird direction, and unfortunately, it is a rhythm that even eight night unicorns can't pull back.