[HP] Noble

"..." Scorpius stood there speechless and stared at Draco's back for a while, until the Prince Slytherin who had reached the door turned his head impatiently and urged him to hurry up and follow him. Come to think of it - Draco never seemed to have mentioned to him that the Malfoy family actually had a vault in the deepest part of Gringotts!

— never!No!mentioned!

Well, although it is not ruled out that Draco in the first grade is still a relatively careless brat, so he will talk about such seemingly unreasonable things everywhere, but at this moment, Scorpius still For example, when Draco in the first grade kept dismantling his own platform seven years later, His Majesty the King of Slytherin, who is still in amnesia, is likely to meet The embarrassing scene of "waking up to find that I was severely abandoned by my partner".

"What's the matter? With this stupid stupid face—oh, of course it doesn't mean you don't usually stay, it's just that now you look like a hippogriff."

The platinum aristocrat walking in front looked arrogant, completely unaware that his partner seven years later was seriously considering whether to abandon himself seven years later, and when he noticed that Scorpius was following him, he rubbed his hair oil The shiny head turned back proudly: "Are you very excited about my proposal just now?"

Scorpius: "..."

Correct it, not only do not know, but also add fuel to the fire.

The fifth-year Slytherin smirked at the first-year kid in front of him.

"I'm very sorry to tell you that I was really just joking," Draco shrugged, "Usually my father might not agree with me choosing a partner myself—of course, if the one I choose satisfies them, That’s a different matter.”

The 11-year-old kid frowned: "For example, I think Pansy is good...we grew up together, she is always better than a strange woman-but my mother thinks that the Parkinson family seems to be poor in reputation even though they are not poor A little bit, this is more important to the Malfoy family, in terms of money, well, frankly speaking, the Malfoy family has a lot of money."

Scorpius: "..."

So it is only natural that we are together because our family is not very rich but is famous anyway?

Merlin's ass, I thought the only reason we were together was because you liked me and I also happen to not hate you!

Break up, must break up!

"What's the matter?" Draco squinted at Scorpius, and he realized that this was the second time in a short period of time he asked this question--watching the fifth grade Slytherin's face flushed and paled, and finally returned to With a flushed appearance, the platinum noble raised his eyebrows inexplicably, "You know, I'm telling the truth—hasn't anyone ever discussed these issues with you in the five years you've been in Slytherin? Pure-blood wizards Willing to digest internally, and pay attention to the right match.”

Scorpius grumbled, resisting the urge to wrench the dangling platinum head off his neck and kick it as a ball: "I said, you're right - of course."

"Well," Draco nodded in satisfaction, "so pure-blooded traitors like the Weasleys—oh, sorry, that seems a bit rude, but you know what I mean, they're the kind of people —With no money and no name, the head of the house, Arthur Weasley, is just a staff member at the bottom of the Ministry of Magic, and under such circumstances, it would be difficult for them to marry a witch born in Slytherin."

Scorpius thought for a moment of Daphne - the typical Slytherin girl who could hold Fred Weasley and kiss him in any corner of the Hogwarts corridors in those years - and remembered the whole scene. People's foreheads twitched, and Scorpius wanted to tell Draco that everything should not be too absolute, because real life is always full of wonderful... er, and horror.

And at this moment they have arrived at the hall of the auditorium—today is the last day of the Christmas holiday, and there are still many students who have not returned to school at this time, so at this moment, the four long lunch tables in the hall of the auditorium are just A few students who returned to school early sat sparsely, and the professor's seat was even empty.

It's clear that everyone cherishes their time off - professors included.

However, this part of the crowd obviously did not include the Gryffindor golden trio - in fact, when Scorpius entered the Great Hall, Mr. Harry Potter was - corrected - seven years later Draco, who has lost his memory, can still remember the great Mr. Harry Potter. At this time, he can already sit between Hermione and Ron and stare at each other with Draco.

"—What's the matter, Potter, you look like you've never left Hogwarts! Have you been kicked out by your family, Scarhead!"

Draco stood still, facing the Gryffindor table, he dragged the end of his voice and shouted full of superiority.

His voice was loud enough for the entire Great Hall to hear, prompting a few snickers from the Slytherins, and more glares from the Gryffindors - and out of sight, The black-haired fifth-year Slytherin who followed the platinum nobleman silently rolled his eyes.

The Gryffindor savior's face darkened almost immediately, although he was still smiling a second ago, presumably Slytherin's words reminded him of the Christmas present he received this year from his aunt and uncle - a old socks; Hermione frowned disapprovingly as if seeing something dirty under her nose; the biggest reaction was the red-haired Gryffindor sitting on Harry's right, who looked like Ready to jump up and cast a jinx on Draco - if he could.

And before Ron made any moves, Draco had already swaggered back to the long table in his academy.

Goyle and Crabbe immediately surrounded him - but at Draco's gesture, they didn't sit on either side of him but went around to where Pansy usually sat, and then signaled with the eyes of His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin In the middle, Scorpius pouted and sat down next to him...

The long table was already filled with all kinds of food at this moment, and the sparseness of people did not seem to make the house elves neglect their work. The food on the long table looked even more delicate than what they would normally see. Kopi likes the egg pudding with a fresh red strawberry on top. It is completely handmade, and it tastes full of milk and has a soft texture, just like eating a piece of cheesecake that melts in the mouth.

While he was tasting his own desserts, Draco, who doesn't like sweets, was tirelessly telling Blaise who came later about his experience in France, and he told his friends in detail about his visit to the goblins The process in the workshop - but Scorpius noticed that from Blaise's conversation, it can be heard that Draco did not send any of them the so-called "ten silver boxes to choose three pieces" made by human goblins. "Such gifts.

Little liar.

But that was Draco - he always liked it.

Scorpius thoughtfully fiddled with the pin on his robe, which Draco had tried to tell him when Draco hung it on his chest impatiently, "This thing is more than the number in Malfoy Manor." Dozens"—and the truth is, there aren't that many ornaments that protect against some level of jinx, and they're usually very expensive, not to mention that they're also resistant to dragon speech.

Showing a funny expression at the pudding in front of him, Scorpius wandered absent-mindedly. He thought of Draco, the white healing peacock in Malfoy Manor, and Potter who was "never forgotten" by Draco. , and just as he absently slid his eyes across the Gryffindor long table, he suddenly realized that something seemed wrong——

In fact, nothing strange happened. The Gryffindors sitting on the long Gryffindor table seemed to be having a good time eating and drinking. Gifts received—oh, the post office owl in front of him seemed to illustrate the point.

Scorpius watched Potter's every move, but couldn't help frowning more and more tightly. For a Slytherin, unless they knew the source of a certain gift quite clearly, they would choose to open it before opening it. First make sure that the thing is really harmless—for example——

just now.

The savior sitting at the long table in Gryffindor was still laughing, he seemed very happy that he had received a new gift, and next to him, Ron Weasley also seemed to be very interested in his head, He even reached out to help him unwrap the gift wrapped in layers of gift paper—while Scorpius was sitting in a seat a whole auditorium away from them, looking at them with an irresistible urge, I want them to stop immediately and put that thing down.

It turns out Scorpius was right.

He watched as Potter and Weasley took out what looked like a golden snitch from a cardboard box, and then sat next to Gryffindor laughing loudly with a loud bang The savior and his good buddies both disappeared!

disappeared!

Scorpius' eyes widened, just like Hermione Granger who was stunned for a second. The auditorium was still full of laughter and laughter from before, and people seemed to be immersed in the happy atmosphere of the last second. Did not respond——

Until they realize there's a bang coming from somewhere and something's gone wrong.

Hermione Granger began to scream hissingly.

Draco stopped describing to Blaise how exquisite and precious the replica of the Gryffindor sword he had seen was.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the long table of Gryffindor, and almost no one understood what happened—until a figure stood up from the long table of Slytherin, and he quickly passed through several A long table, Slytherin's robes rolled and fluttered between the long tables, and the black-haired Slytherin called the prefects of each house he looked at one by one—

"Alika Sutter, Roger Sphinx, Rhonadja Clare - and Percy Weasley - please inform your dean, or any professor you can see , and tell them that Mr. Potter was taken away by a portkey of unknown origin."