[HP] Noble

If Draco hadn't mentioned it, Scorpius had almost forgotten that there was such a thing as Christmas in the world—however, Draco did remind him that this very important festival for Westerners is gradually Approaching, as the calendar was torn off day by day, Scorpius became restless.

"You're like a Finny Hydra that can never settle down." Prince Slytherin commented mercilessly.

Scorpius didn't refute him, because a second ago, he was too focused in a daze, and accidentally spilled Draco's ink on more than half of the thesis he had written, and at this moment— —Since Draco was still annoyed with his wand and head down, trying to remove the big puddle of ink, Scorpius didn't think it was too much to compare himself to a flea in the water up.

In fact, as Christmas approached, Draco's temper became particularly bad-a problem that he could not correct for the next six years until he graduated from Hogwarts early-after all, for For Mr. Draco Malfoy, it would be reasonable to prepare for the final exam two months in advance, and the whole semester only needs to be divided into two parts: "preparing for the final exam" and "the final exam in progress".

Moreover, Scorpius could clearly feel that Draco was still angry about not being able to go to Malfoy Manor for Christmas, because for the third time since that night, Draco threatened Scorpius with various reasons" I won't give you any Christmas presents", although every time he will make excuses in different ways-such as now-

"If a moment later I find myself having to rewrite this paper, there's no Christmas present for you! Scorpigret! Unless you want a worn-out sock worn by a house-elf!"

...In any case, it will be Scorpius' Christmas present that will suffer in the end.

Thinking about it carefully, Scorpius really felt that in the past so many years, the Christmas presents that Draco gave him every year were good, and he really didn't want to miss this, so he directly took Prince Slytherin's wand from He snatched it from his hand—when the other party raised his head and stared at him in shock, Scorpius directly used Draco's wand to pack the parchment for him—and then put the hawthorn The wooden wand was stuffed into his hand: "Here, here you are, Draco, so you have to honestly bring me Christmas presents on time."

Draco: "..."

Turns out he couldn't utter a word at the moment, for our Platinum nobleman is still in shock at how easily his wand has been used by someone else.

He lowered his head, looked at the clean parchment in his hand, and after looking back and forth, he slapped the parchment on the table with an expression of arrogance that almost flew his eyebrows to his forehead: "Damn Gray! Tet, see for yourself—where's my brilliant analysis of bezoars?!"

"...Maybe it's because I overdid it?" Scorpius looked over guiltily, and after finding that there was indeed a section missing in the middle of the parchment, the black-haired Slytherin hecked twice guiltyly, "It will be just as good if you write it again."

Draco unceremoniously took his thesis back from the hands of the senior Slytherin, poked the quill hard into the new ink bottle, dipped it twice, and seemed to remember something at this moment Yes, he raised his head, and his silver-gray pupils looked at the senior Slytherin in front of him without blinking: "What inspired you...to use my wand?"

Scorpius glanced at him inexplicably: "Because my wand is in my schoolbag and it's hard to get out."

Draco: "..."

Draco found that he didn't want to discuss with the black-haired Slytherin in front of him at all about "the wand is one-on-one" and "the wand chooses the owner". At least he confirmed it again with practical actions Well, the human being who looks like a wizard in front of him is actually an alien who can't communicate normally... Maybe it's a senior spy put into the wizard by a troll.

At this moment, Draco must use great willpower to restrain himself from turning around and running back to the dormitory to write a roaring letter to Malfoy Manor to express his feelings at this moment. Letters from my mother with nondescript yells about things like "someone actually used my wand" or "this person turned down my honor of inviting him to Malfoy Manor for Christmas".

……

In any case, no matter how entangled our Prince Slytherin is at this time, three days will pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the Christmas holiday will really arrive.

The Slytherin common room was much more lively this day than usual.It has already snowed heavily with a Christmas atmosphere outside, and the Slytherin common room has also been decorated by house elves. I have to say that although the golden bells and red ribbons for Christmas should be Gryffindor However, it doesn’t feel out of place at all when they hang in the dark green-based Slytherin common room—students dragging large boxes and standing under these decorations chatting in twos and threes, Their faces couldn't help revealing more or less the joy of the festival... The boxes at their feet were filled with their autumn clothes, and when they came back, they would be full of this year's clothes. A wide assortment of latest winter wizard robes in fashion magazines.

"I'm planning to go to Paris with my mother the night before Christmas Eve, oh, you know, my aunt has a property there," Pansy said, her face flushed, and she followed the seated person with a high-pitched voice. She said to the platinum nobleman with her chin resting on her face, "But don't worry, Draco, I will be back before the Christmas party at Malfoy Manor - you know, my father will not allow us to miss this." Important social occasion."

After she finished speaking, Draco lifted his chin slightly from the palm of the dragon leather glove, and glanced at the excited Slytherin girl sitting across from him. "Oh, that's good, yes, I'm looking forward to this," said the boy's voice lazily.

"Draco, you're distracted." Pansy frowned. "What made you forget the etiquette, and let your mind distract you when you're talking to a lady?"

Draco froze for a moment, and was about to answer Pansy, but at this moment, a hand with his familiar breath was placed on his shoulder, Prince Slytherin raised his eyebrows, and looked back at him with the same An even more familiar smile on the face of an extremely familiar person——

"It's probably because I ate too much for breakfast." Scorpigret said with a smile.

At this moment, the senior Slytherin was clutching a thick roll of parchment with one hand - probably a list or something, and he was still wearing Slytherin robes, which he should have changed when he went home In casual clothes, he hung the prefect's badge on his chest, shining brightly... Below the prefect's badge was a silver snake badge from nowhere.

Draco felt that this thing was very in line with his own aesthetics, and it almost gave him the illusion that this was what he gave to the senior Slytherin.

"Is that so, Draco?" At this moment, Pansy's eyes widened slightly—the black-haired Slytherin girl seemed a little silly at the moment, and it was very difficult to foresee that she would become the leader of a group of children in a few years. They avoided the head of the eldest sister of the death elves during the war.

"No, of course not." Draco frowned with a haughty and disgusted look, "I'm not Goyle or Crabbe, and I'll know when it's right to stop eating—honestly, Gretel, Why are you standing here by yourself with your suitcase?"

"——has been sent to the Barbra Manor." The strong arm climbed onto Scorpius's slightly thin shoulders carelessly, and Barbra, who was in the same fifth grade as him, came over and smiled triumphantly, " Then we will go home together, with my parents' permission."

Draco's eyebrows were almost flying overhead, and he didn't speak, just looked at Scorpius.

Then, under Draco's cannibalistic gaze, the Slytherin prefect pushed the smiling face away expressionlessly: "Go to Mr. Zabini, Barbra, I think you will There's a lot of common ground - my luggage is still in the prefect's quarters, Draco, and I promise I won't be going anywhere but my own home over the Christmas holidays."

"Oh, come on, Scorpius," Barbra was pushed away, the smile on his face unchanged, "Your tone reminds me of my mother's promise to my father before going out, which usually makes me feel better." Goosebumps all over the floor."

"Then just drop it to the ground." Scorpius said ruthlessly.

Seeming to have long been accustomed to the lack of approachability of the head of the year in this regard, Barbra shrugged happily, and turned to look for his next harassment target before getting on the Hogwarts Express. He was pulling Zabini, who was lying on the gun, protesting loudly at Scorpius across two sofas...

Overall, the Slytherin common room was a mess, probably more so than Gryffindor.

As a prefect, Scorpius had to navigate through the chaos with that long parchment list at this moment, and sometimes he had to call out the name of any young master or little girl at the top of his voice to let him Hearing himself answering "yes", he asked them to line up according to the list, and supervised them all the way to Professor Snape who was already waiting outside the castle, and handed them all to Snape. Professor Pu, and Professor Snape staring at them as they walked on the Hogwarts Express obediently one by one, and it was not over until the train started.

None of the Slytherins stayed on, so the job was tough.

When Scorpius finally squeezed the last student to the end of the line with a loud voice, he let out a long breath and turned around, only to see the little girl who had just been put into the line by him, at this moment Holding a cup of hot scented scented tea in his palm, he looked at him with a smile.

"I'm very sorry, I went to the bathroom just now, and I didn't expect you to find me here." Daphne Greengrass said with a smile, her small apple-like face hidden behind the steaming white steam was powdered.

"Oh, for me?"

Scorpius was a little slow to react and took the cup of rose tea - forgive him for being a little slow at the moment, after all, in the past few years, the one who has been used to being liked by girls has always been Draco Not him... Compared to the soft girls, on Valentine's Day, Scorpius is used to accepting chocolates from all kinds of boys in all directions——

This point has been brought out countless times by Draco and laughed viciously.

"They say I'm pretty good at making tea, although I know it might seem weird to give you a drink out of nowhere."

Daphne, who was still in the first grade at this time, smiled shyly——Scorpius was full of black lines thinking that this girl would step on high heels and arrogantly call Pansy "bitch" and "slut" in the next few years "... Forgive Pansy and Daphne in the first grade. Compared with Scorpius, Scorpius's impression is too subversive. This makes Scorpius can't help but wonder what happened to the girls in these years. Such a strange growth.

But—in any case—at this moment—Scorpius drank the cup of rose tea that looked good and was full of girlish thoughts without hesitation.

And Scorpius could very clearly hear Draco's disgruntled tongue smack from the line ahead.

I don't know what caused the young master's dissatisfaction, but Scorpius was so busy at the moment, he just put down the cup in a hurry, said thank you, and rushed to the front of the line without looking back— — where His Royal Highness the Prince of Slytherin was looking down at him with folded arms and disdainful face.

"We are waiting for you here, but you are at the end of the line, drinking tea of ​​unknown origin leisurely."

"...Daphne is your classmate, Draco, that's not some flower tea of ​​unknown origin."

"I said the origin is unknown, but the origin is unknown."

"You need a bit of gentlemanliness."

"Aha, is this your Christmas present to me, Gretel, a big joke?"

……

In the bickering that seemed to never stop, Scorpius finally managed to squeeze His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin into the hands of his godfather who didn't seem to have much Christmas spirit. At this point, Scorpius' work is done.

The world is finally quiet.

When the black-haired Slytherin hurried back to the Slytherin common room alone, he found that the empty common room was eerily quiet at this moment, in stark contrast to the bustle just now.

And in such silence, Scorpius suddenly realized one thing like never before: it's time.

It's time to go back to the time that really belonged to him.