[HP] Noble

Not long after Pansy left, Professor Snape brought unexpected news——

Black broke into Gryffindor Tower again, and this time, he slashed through Ron Weasley's tent.

Scared the guy enough.

"Although I think Black is just looking at the wrong target, because the great savior Potter is next door to Weasley." Professor Snape commented blankly. After finishing speaking, he looked around, as if he didn't hear Xiao The snickering voice of the snakes, "I don't know why you are still awake (the laughter is a little softer), but tonight, it is forbidden to go out. The prefect will come with me to confirm the number—"

After saying that, Head Slytherin turned quickly, and the black robe and cloak rolled in perfect waves behind him.

"Okay, go to bed." Draco yawned lazily, "After all, we still have to go home by that goddamn train tomorrow—"

Scorpius stood up and collected the quills scattered on the small wooden table in the common room.

"Good night, Astoria."

"Sweet dreams, Scorpius."

The little girl replied with a smile, just as Scorpius was about to smile back, he saw the third-year Slytherin standing behind the girl, half-closed his silver-gray eyes, and looked at him contemptuously.

"Oh well - good night, Draco."

The platinum nobleman seemed somewhat satisfied at last. He nodded his head slowly and pretended to be polite, and raised his slender chin arrogantly: "Good night, cheek grass."

……

The next day at King's Cross Station, Scorpius saw Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.That's a guy who's—well, a lot like his son.

Draco's reaction to the comment was to give Scorpius the back of the head, and the Slytherin prince glanced at the first year next to him out of the corner of his eye in disgust: "What kind of comment is that?"

"Can I write to you during the holidays?" Scorpius began to chatter about him.

"..." Draco seemed to be struggling to think about it, and finally he nodded condescendingly, and reluctantly said, "If you make fewer typos, I will consider replying to you, but—"

"--Mother!"

Before Draco could take back the pride on his face, the first-year beside him screamed and rushed out like an arrow off the string. Not far away, an oriental woman whose figure was obviously different from that of the west opened her arms. Arms, firmly caught the first-year Slytherin, and there was a close hug between mother and child.

"Well, childish." Draco muttered as he stood alone, then turned and walked towards his father.

The man who always looked like the most perfect gentleman, with the same platinum hair color as him, at this moment, Lucius Malfoy was standing motionless beside a luxury car, watching his son walking towards him.

……

Dear Draco:

Spread the letter good.

First of all I have to apologize for not getting all of you Christmas presents ready in time.In the past ten years, I have never celebrated Christmas. Every year, only my father insists on giving me gifts on this day. My grandpa and mother have no habit of celebrating foreign festivals. Our Christmas-like festivals are always in January every year. Or February, we used to call it "Spring Festival", or "Nian". We have to set off firecrackers to drive it away - it is afraid of that.Compared with Christmas, the "Spring Festival" in China is always more lively, and the firecrackers can often ring from night to the next morning.

Oh, by the way, I will choose the right gift for you to bring to each of you at the beginning of school, I promise.

Thank you for the dragonhide pouch, nice and nice, it just fits my talismans - I used to have to fold them to take them with me, which made them less effective, and on the day I got home This behavior was discovered by my grandfather, and I was scolded. He thought I should not fold them.

Interestingly, one of the presents was also from Hermione Granger, the third-year girl from Gryffindor, who gave me a very thick book about the history of Slytherin, which I thought I needed Also gave her a gift back at the beginning of school, but my dad refused to give me any advice, I don't know what a Gryffindor needs, they always look different from what we like, you always Is good at this, do you have any good advice?

The days at home always look so good, I really hope that I can bring the sunspot home, I hope it can stay in Hogwarts by itself, Professor Hagrid said that he will feed the remaining pets, I think I should trust him.

[...I don't know what to say, okay then...Damn, Dad, don't write this sentence...] (Strike out this sentence) Then stop here, looking forward to meeting you at school——

Also: Your eagle is very fierce, it bites me.Hope it didn't eat a mouse before it bit me.

Yours faithfully: Scorpius Great

……

Dear Scorpius:

good afternoon.

When I received your letter, I was amazed and surprised by the swashbuckling letter with no typos at all-obviously, I overestimated you, so, pay tribute to the respected Mr. Gretel for my father and me.

I've guessed that you can't find yours among the mountains of Christmas presents, because that's the way you always are.

I'm surprised that there are people in this world who are willing to miss Christmas. My dad said it's because I don't know enough about oriental history, but I think a beast that can be scared away by firecrackers is not so worrying, is it? ?

For the lady know-it-all of Gryffindor, I think all you need to do is send her three of your mysterious yellow pieces of paper and she'll be mad with joy.

Maybe I'm allowed to give you good news in advance. There will be a Quidditch World Cup next summer. My dad told me that he has contacted Mr. Gretel. In May next year, my dad will officially send invitations to invite you to Malfoy The manor is a guest.

Looking forward to meeting you at school.

Also: Salazar doesn't eat mice.

Yours faithfully: Draco Malfoy

……

"Aha, the cute letters between the children are always very warm." Mr. Gretel put down the letter from Malfoy Manor in his hand, and sighed contentedly.

"Dad!—" Scorpius rushed out of the kitchen, snatched the letter into his pocket, and screamed, "How can you peek at my letter!"

Mr. Great blinked unapologetically, and joked, "Oh, Severus gave it to me, the young master of the Malfoy family's pet doesn't look like he wants to fly that far anymore—calm down, good son, A good Slytherin never screams."

"Shit!"

"Tsk tsk, you look like a Gryffindor."

"I thought you already understood, son, that's what your incompetent father is like—and, don't swear like your grandpa." Mrs. Greatett took a sip of tea calmly, and pushed the plate in front of her son, gently Said, "Aunt Li next door specially sent you the Sophora japonica dumplings, with extra brown sugar added—well, I think her main purpose is to show me that her son has been admitted to a key high school in the city."

"What's there to show off." Scorpius muttered dissatisfiedly, stuffed a ball into his mouth, and said vaguely, "If I hadn't gone to Hogwarts, even if I failed in English, I could Enter the city's key junior high school." As he spoke, he showed a confident expression and added, "——I'm so smart."

"Hogwarts graduation package assigns work, and the key high schools in the city can't do it." Mr. Gretel touched his chin, "Ms. Wen Bihua, I don't think you need to compare with those women all the time, that's not good Behavior."

"Okay, let's change the subject." Mrs. Great said haughtily, with a sideways glance at her husband. "Scorpius, how is your stick?"

"—Hey! That's a wand! A wand!" protested Mr. Great. "I'm going to run away from home because I feel so stressed! Mrs. Great!"

"Don't yell, why don't you feel ashamed? Second uncle is next door, and aunt—"

"Crowds of relatives," muttered Mr. Great. "Where's our father?"

Mrs. Great's expression changed, and the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed: "Going out, they found the whereabouts of that thing."

"What?" Scorpius sat up straight, his eyes sparkling. "Is it alive? Dad said—"

"I didn't say anything, brat—" Mr. Gretel hurriedly interrupted him, he glanced at his wife uneasily, and waved his hand, "I really didn't say anything."

Mrs. Gretel sneered: "Tell me about your life at school, son?"

"I think I'm doing alright, Mom. But magic is not allowed outside of school, or I can show you something." Scorpius interrupted the parents' quarrel listlessly, and he pulled out Draco's He quickly glanced at the letter, "Oh, I really hate Draco's way of writing, it hurts my eyes." The boy complained.

His parents looked at each other.

Mr. Great cleared his throat, and glanced at the adult man who was holding a copper coin sword and walked quickly towards the basement. Things that can never be discussed.

"Okay, son." Mr. Gretel spoke English for the first time at home. He turned to Scorpius and said seriously, "It seems that you and the heir of the Malfoy family get along well."

"It's okay," Scorpius said uncertainly, "he's terrible in some ways, uh, I mean Draco is actually pretty good with friends if he's not so arrogant."

"Every Malfoy is like this." Mr. Great gave his son a nostalgic smile, "That's why even in the most chaotic time of the year, I did not interrupt my private correspondence with Lucius - in fact, It was his advance notice that allowed me to leave the UK—I traveled around, went to Germany, Italy, Egypt, and finally, I came to China, met your mother, and decided to stay.” Mr. Great held his wife hand, sweetly said.

Scorpius said blankly: "...can you get to the point?"

"Well, you are getting less and less cute." Mr. Gretel moved his butt uncomfortably, "That old lunatic Dumbledore must have told you that during the war with the Dark Lord, the Gretel family maintained Neutral, this is my father—that is, your grandfather’s order. We are not as powerful as the Malfoy family, but we still retain some voting rights in certain places—this may be why Lucius helped me leave the UK, Like leaving a way out for himself, oops, crafty Malfoys... but anyway, I have to thank him."

"The principal said that that person has returned."

"Yes, son, yes." Mr. Great sighed, "Lucius said it was because of the Imperius Curse - no one believed him, but he was free, and now, his master is back , What do you think he will do?...Actually, I am not sure whether some subtle changes have taken place in the position of the Malfoy family, but you—my son, you must recognize your position. The Malfoy family has ambitions. It's not that easy to be friends with them - don't let the heir of the Malfoy family shake your faith, just do what you think is right. Help him when necessary, or stay away from him."

Scorpius blinked confusedly.

"We are passive because we don't need to make choices." Mrs. Great said gently, "but if your friend makes some unwise choices, I hope you promise mother to leave in time, even if he is you The only friend, this can't stop him from offering you as the greatest gift to that evil person - as long as we are in China, that person can't have a chance, if anyone tries to use Taoist things to endanger other people's lives , then he is dreaming!"