[HP] Noble

"—don't worry, Draco, you can hear all of Hogwarts."

Scorpius blinked, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the fifth-year Slytherin seemed to never intend to continue using his wand after using a seemingly useless lighting spell. During the process, he kept the front of his wand as bright as it should be, and then he took out a stack of yellow talismans from the dragon leather pocket on his waist——

Just like what everyone at the scene saw during the last night tour, the fifth-year Slytherin once again took out the talismans that puzzled and fascinated them, and he muttered words—everyone even tried to listen to them. Knowing what he was talking about, they subconsciously fell silent, and then they saw something even more spectacular——

Four or five talismans written with runes in cinnabar color flew up from the palm of the fifth grade Slytherin as if under a floating spell. They seemed to be given life suddenly, slowly turning around Scorpius , and then when the person standing between them took a hand shot, they suddenly burned into groups of flames at the same time!

"My God! Look at those vines!"

The red-haired Gryffindor's voice was out of tune, his eyes were wide-eyed—

As far as Ron Weasley could see, the flames suddenly flared up around the fifth-year Slytherin, and the warmth and light they brought frightened away some demons who tried to sneak up on Scorpius from behind. rattan!

"Oh, oh, of course, cough," said Hermione in shock, "Devil vines like dark and humid environments, remember the last time in the greenhouse, those devil vines they-"

The Gryffindor girl couldn't finish her sentence, because when she was in the middle of her sentence, everyone saw five or six small canary-sized birds burning with flames coming from the fireballs around Scorpius. They got out from the middle, fluttered their golden wings, and flew towards everyone present who was bound to the ground by the devil vine——

They are like clusters of flames burning with bullets. Everywhere they fly, those devil vines retreat as if afraid of the temperature and light on their bodies. The vine on the neck also loosened its roots, and the platinum nobleman grabbed it and roughly pulled off a few leaves on it, then he scrambled and hid aside, coughing twice and busy Let yourself breathe...

"Would you like to praise you for doing a good job?" Draco, who had finally let out a sigh of relief, walked towards Scorpius staggeringly on the soft ground. His pretty pale face didn't look very Cheerful, "If you choose to use a fire spell, we can take care of these faster—"

"But I might burn you," Scorpius said mildly.

Draco turned his head to look at him, and then closed his mouth - obviously, under this reminder, he had to agree that Scorpius was probably right.

——Before the devil vines that were temporarily frightened came back to their senses and continued to attack them, at this time they had come to a corridor together, which was the only way they could walk... On the hard and cold bluestone brick corridor, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's it, Potter, let's go."

This was the first sentence Draco said while standing in the corridor. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and dragged the fifth-year Slytherin who was about to lead the way back to his side. He looked at the black-haired Slytherin beside him. Leitlin, raising an eyebrow and saying in his favorite tone of arrogance, "I don't think we need to go any further."

Scorpius wanted to say something, but was interrupted by another voice.

"Is a devil vine afraid of you peeing your pants, Malfoy!" Ron asked provocatively.

"The one who is about to pee his pants seems to be you, Weasley," Draco glanced at him coldly, showing a disdainful expression, "I can't think of any reason for me to accompany you to take risks and move on ——Every time I encounter something, I will be with you, this realization almost ruined my good mood after Christmas."

"It's up to you, Malfoy," Harry frowned, "it's up to you to come or not, but there's no doubt we'll be moving forward."

"And die in this damn place, that's all, bye, Potter." Draco said deadpan, ready to walk back—and he didn't forget to take Scorpius with him.

It's just that when he grabbed the wrist of the senior Slytherin, he found that the other party was standing still like a log.

Draco paused, turning his head suspiciously.

"There are no more talismans," Scorpius shrugged, "I don't think it's the right choice to burn those devil vines with a fire. If that's what the professor arranged there, we are likely to destroy the school facilities because of' ' and was severely deducted hundreds of points..."

"Those devil vines want our lives!"

"It wouldn't threaten us if we weren't near it, Draco," Scorpius said patiently, "and we shouldn't be near it in the first place."

"Oh, that's great, why don't you take more of those little yellow papers out of the house, since they work so well - so there are two paths in front of us now, one, continue to join Potter's goddamn adventure Team, move on; second, squat here, wait for who knows when some professor remembers that Hogwarts is such a crazy place, and then we have to pray that in the meantime they find Hogg We're missing a few students in Watts, so maybe they'll come to us..."

Draco said, wrinkling his nose: "Did I say I hate waiting for people? Especially when you don't know if they're coming or not."

The answer is almost there.

The savior of Gryffindor raised his eyebrows, and his green pupils didn't see much joy at all: "I don't welcome you very much, Malfoy."

"Do you think I'll be devastated by this, Scarhead," Draco sneered haughtily, "I swear, if you're even a little bit happy that we have to join you in dying, I must—"

"Okay." Scorpius interrupted the confrontation between the two, and announced firmly, "Go ahead."

Draco closed his mouth in displeasure, and when he did, his lips would pout, as if he was pouting - oh, and sometimes Scorpius wondered if he might be pouting , but he never admitted it.

…Whether they like it or not, at least Ron and Hermione showed a slightly relieved expression because there was an extra senior in the team.

The team continued to move forward, and at this time at the end of the corridor they could easily see a slightly downward slope——

Everyone looked at each other, and then they had to accept the fact that they had no second choice in each other's reluctant expressions, and when they got close to the slope, apart from the sound of their own footsteps, they also heard a burst of water drops falling on the bluestone. Sounds on brick floors—there should be no water beneath Hogwarts, and after the devil's vine, such water sounds have begun to succeed involuntarily moving and unsettling...

"Why is there water? What will we meet?" Ron trailed behind Harry, lowering his voice and using his rich imagination with his good buddy, "Oh Harry, what if we met a group of people trying to kill us?" What are you going to do if you drag the shark into the water?"

It could be heard that Gryffindor was already trying to lower his voice, but in the empty corridor, it seemed a bit difficult to do this. When Ron realized that something was wrong, he found that except Harry Everyone present looked at him as if they were looking at a complete fool——

Harry blinked: "Oh, I've heard that there is a real dragon behind the water curtain in Gringotts."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin who walked in the front let out a sharp mocking sound: "Now we have two fools, is there any surprise in the back?"

"Hush." ​​Scorpius raised his index finger gently to press his lips. This action caused the platinum noble beside him to stare at his lips for a while, but at this moment the senior Slytherin didn't pay attention At this point, he just listened intently, and lowered his voice and said slowly, "I don't think there are sharks or dragons with wings that can make this sound—it's like a bird is fluttering their wings." wings, or giant bees vibrating their wings..."

And this time they finally came to the end of the corridor.

It turns out that Scorpius' conjecture was right.

They came to a huge room with high vaults, the room was very well lit (compared to the place where the devil vine was), when they looked up, they found countless colorful birds of different colors Flying around near the top of the vault—the strange sound they had just heard was the sound of their wings beating.

At the end of the room was a huge wooden door.

"What's this one time?" Draco said sarcastically, "I've had enough, I feel like a prince trying to get over a whole bunch of obstacles to save the princess—"

Scorpius gave Draco a terrified look—

This is the first time he has heard someone compare the Dark Lord to a princess since he knew the existence of the magic world.

And Draco spoke very fluently, and he didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with him after he finished speaking. In fact, when everyone was still standing at this end of the room hesitating, he had walked away with his head held high and his chest safe and sound. At the other end of the room, he then reached out and pushed the door - of course it didn't open.

Then he returned the same way.

"Unbelievable," Scorpius looked at the platinum nobleman in front of him, "you just walked over like this."

"There's something wrong," Draco cast a sidelong glance at the senior Slytherin, "You're still standing behind me, aren't you, don't tell me you haven't made up your mind—"

While Draco was talking, a pair of silver-gray pupils swept back and forth on the senior Slytherin, and when his eyes rested on the wand that was firmly inserted in the holster around the opponent's waist, he revealed With an obvious sarcasm on his face - which makes him look a bit like Professor Snape, the Slytherin prince draws out the end of each word, looking very dissatisfied: "It seems that you really didn't do this well consciousness."

"What consciousness?"

"Such as realizing that your companions have given you the safety of their backs as they march forward bravely."

"Oh--"

"There will be no next time, Gretel, you made me act like a reckless Gryffindor just now because of your dullness."

Amid the annoyed growls of the remaining three people around - all Gryffindors - Scorpius solemnly apologized to the Malfoy master.