[HP] Noble

After leaving under the trap door, Draco was stuffed directly into the medical wing by Professor Snape.And that night, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin got a companion who couldn't bring any pleasure to others other than breathing with his eyes closed—

...well, although from Draco's own point of view, this person's current state was originally a kind of fun for him.

"—Oh, look, Mr. our great savior, what's the matter, my God, I can't believe it, this is the second time Potter has appeared in front of me like a corpse—I Can't take two such blows, you know," Draco stretched his neck and looked at Potter and said, "Two chances, he didn't stop breathing at all!"

While Hermione was crying and wiping her tears beside Harry's hospital bed, and was careful not to get the tears on Harry, the "patient" sitting next to the Savior of Gryffindor was leaning gracefully Sitting on his hospital bed, talking sarcasticly, his platinum-blonde head glowed even in the less well-lit nights.

Draco was in excellent spirits, better than any other student in the hallway outside the hospital wing.

——at least compared to when he was first sent to the hospital wing, no matter where Madam Pomfrey touched him, he looked ready to die of pain at any time, now he is neatly dressed in the pajamas for patients, and in An hour ago, he had seriously considered whether black hospital pajamas or white pajamas would suit him better.

At this time, obviously, not everyone will be pleasantly surprised by his liveliness.

"You're vicious, Malfoy." Ron Weasley commented, frowning.

"If 'friendly' is by your standards," Draco didn't hurt, but nodded earnestly, "then I'm proud of my viciousness."

——At this moment, in front of the Platinum Noble, who is lazily leaning on the bedside to watch the excitement, there is a movable small desk that can be placed on the bed—this is the benefit he won after he strongly requested—and now, this The desk is full of parchments and a bottle of ink bottle that has been tested by magic and will automatically close the lid when it is knocked over. As their master, Mr. Draco Malfoy is holding a quill in his hand. Obviously, At least 10 minutes ago he was busy writing his Transfiguration paper, which was much longer than required—

What Draco hated most was when someone came to interrupt him while he was doing his homework.

Not to mention that when he racked his brains to list the No. 13 differences between the "transformation spell" and the "transformation spell", there was a group of Gryffindors crying around him.

"Give me a shielding spell, Gretel!" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Wands are forbidden in the hospital wing, Draco," Scorpius said gently. "Be patient, you frown like a garden goblin."

For Scorpius' odd analogy, Draco thought about the goblin's antics before he made an angry face - but that didn't stop him from actually frowning again, despite the fact that he looked About to be driven mad by the girl's crying——

"Honestly, Granger," the Slytherin prince glanced at the Gryffindor girl who was sitting beside Harry's bed looking affectionately at his sleeping face like a monster, and then he showed a bewitched face. With a disgusted expression, "I thought I was the one who was blown away by the stone chair—now it seems that you have encountered something more wonderful?"

"It's none of your business, Malfoy!" Hermione hoarsely yelled at Draco across the bed, "Why can't you put your nose back on your paper!"

"—Hush! Be quiet, girl, or I will have to end your visiting time early!" Madam Pomfrey poked her head in from behind the barrier, frowning as a warning.

"Okay, let's be quiet." Draco raised his hands to assure, and when the slightly fat witch retracted his head, he immediately turned his head back to Scorpius and asked in a low voice, " Don't you think Madam Pomfrey looks more like a goblin when she frowns than I do?"

"...don't insult your professor, Draco."

"As long as you don't mention the word goblin to me again."

"You're so narrow-minded."

"Yes, I am," Prince Slytherin admitted happily and generously, holding the pristine white duvet of the hospital wing that had been magically sanitized, "I'm a narrow-minded person, and I'm surprised you didn't know until the first day— —Have I ever shown my generosity in some way in the past?"

"You have," said Scorpius dryly, "like your generosity in helping Potter get through the trapdoor, and then even more generosity in getting Slytherin fifty points for it."

"Half of those fifty points is yours," Draco reminded, "Don't try to get rid of it."

The verbal trick was caught, Scorpius shrugged with a half-sincere smirk, and then he started suggesting that Draco put away his papers and that they might review History of Magic - final exams were coming up soon, This is currently one of the topics that Draco is most concerned about. With the medical wing unable to use wands, History of Magic has become the only subject they can review.

Of course, potions would be a good choice if it were someone else—but Scorpius knew that for the platinum nobles in front of him, even if he took out a third-grade potions book, he could still do it. Until the answer is fluent.

When Draco threw himself into the question-and-answer session with Scorpius, he finally didn't have time to be a short walk away from the rest of the Gryffindor golden trio Taunting each other, he recited his Werewolf Code of Conduct [-], and when he and Scorpius laughed at the stupidity of whoever made it He didn't glance at him out of the corner of his eye either.

It was just that when Fred and George who came in later tried to hang a toilet seat that had been removed from nowhere on Harry's bed, as "Potter's next-door neighbor", Draco wrinkled unwillingly Frowning, but barely waiting for him to attack, the two Gryffindors who looked exactly the same were kicked out of the infirmary by the furious Madam Pomfrey - along with their toilet seat.

It was an absolutely hell-bent night.

For the sake of world peace, Scorpius even got Madam Pomfrey's permission to stay overnight with Draco (although Professor Snape didn't seem to think it was a good idea), and that night, Scorpius enjoyed The feeling of holding a young lover in your arms.

It's like what Draco used to do to him in the "future" called "the past"-during the summer vacation, Scorpius used to wake up every morning to find himself sleeping in Slytherin The arm of the god of sexiness, every day, when you open your eyes and raise your head, you can see a pair of beautiful silver-gray pupils that have already woken up and look at you quietly-for a long time, this is the most important thing for Scorpius. A symbolic scene of "a good day is about to begin".

And it made him almost like a kid to sleep on Draco more and more.

Draco allowed him to do it almost with half-connivance.

And it wasn't until this day that Scorpius knew what a great thing his future sweetheart had done—even though he hugged Draco, who was still an 11-year-old boy, in his arms in the middle of the night. Sleeping made Scorpius very satisfying, but when the sun stuffed his ass the next morning, when he found that he could not lift his arms that had been pressed by Draco's head for a whole night, Scorpius could only think The urge to kick the platinum noble under the bed!

So fucking sore!

Anyone who tortures others in this way but sleeps soundly is a devil!

When Scorpius complained and walked into the restaurant, he was told by the excited students of the same grade that the draw for the OWL exam had already started.

In the spell test of the next ordinary wizard level assessment, Scorpius, who had drawn the spell he should be good at but almost made a fool of himself because his arms were not very flexible, had to stare in surprise at the surrounding Slytherins. While feeling ashamed, he cursed the platinum head of the medical wing——

However, just when the examiner gently raised his head from behind the table and told Scorpius that he could show any spells he was good at, Scorpius counted a series of spells in his mind, and suddenly walked up Mystery - just because the senior Slytherin suddenly remembered that seven years later, His Majesty the King of Slytherin probably spent almost the entire summer vacation, while waving with a blank face, he was pressed for a night and was not so flexible Arm, while participating in the entire post-war rebuilding of Hogwarts without complaint.

The water from the Black Lake pouring into the Slytherin cellar was almost cleaned up by Draco and Professor Snape alone.

His eyes drifted past the nameplate placed in front of the examiner sitting in front of him not far away—Scorpius smiled slightly, waved his wand, and after a few complicated non-Latin spells, he walked forward gently Going to the table where the examiner was sitting—under the wide-eyed gaze of Mr. Examiner in shock, the senior Slytherin plucked the gorgeous multi-petal magic rose growing from the tip of his wand. Come down and lay gently on the table covered with gorgeous dark velvet.

"You are very courageous," the chief examiner said in amazement rather than shock, "I have been the chief examiner for so long, no one dares to use the life spell in such a formal exam."

"Yes, I'm also very surprised by my own boldness." The black-haired boy blinked lightly, as if he didn't feel all kinds of strange gazes cast by other examiners in the same examination room, and calmly said Said jokingly, "Nonetheless, sir, I'm afraid I must stress that I am a Slytherin."

"It's not an easy spell to manipulate."

"The person who taught me is very good," Scorpius smiled, showing his straight teeth, "he is a special master of this spell."

After all, under the eyes of the chief examiner who sneered and praised, the black-haired Slytherin bowed slightly, turned and left the examination room——

Gently closing the door of the classroom temporarily used by the examination room, Scorpius knew that he probably got an "O" in the spell assessment just now -- no matter how bad it was, at least an "E".

Sam Graydon, the chief examiner who was in charge of Draco's spell assessment back then, because of Draco's beautiful life spell, he gave the highest score in this subject assessment in ten years.

……

After the end of Scorpius' OWL assessment, the final exams for other grades soon came.

During the exam week, Draco was very irritable-and he would also bring this bad mood to the people around him, at least Goyle once because when Draco was irritated to recite the book Getting beaten up for eating a piece of cake - just because the wayward Prince Slytherin found his smacking too unbearable.

Draco would be troubled by not taking the subject about werewolves in History of Magic, thinking that this would put him in a different position from other "nerds who can only memorize memorization".

Draco would struggle with his pineapple as he tap-danced past Professor Flitwick's podium as if his left and right legs weren't in good walking rhythm.

Draco also struggled with the mismatched engravings on the snuffbox of the mouse he had perfectly turned into a snuffbox - he thought green and red were like Gryffindor and Slytherin when they were in the same place Sometimes it's unbearable.

...Fortunately, the configuration of the forgetting potion in the potion test sounded very smooth. When Draco was chattering about the fog that came out of his cauldron for a moment, Scorpius asked him if he was configuring it. After success, drink the bottle of potion——

At this time, they were sitting at the long table of the year-end banquet—the atmosphere in the auditorium was very good, and the green and silver that belonged to Slytherin became the main colors of the entire auditorium, which meant that in the past seven years, as the academy The winner of the Cup was honored with the seventh consecutive championship, and there was a huge banner with a Slytherin snake hanging behind the guest of honor table.

"Why did I drink that goddamn forgetting potion?" With a satisfied look around the Great Hall, Prince Slytherin frowned, looking puzzled when he turned to Scorpius for questioning.

"You know," Scorpius replied solemnly, raising his eyebrows, "so that you can forget about the damn werewolf, the terrible tap dance rhythm, and the completely unknown color matching of snuff bottles-in my opinion, red matching Green is not so bad, otherwise how would you say 'red flowers with green leaves'."

The words of the senior Slytherin caused a burst of good-natured titters around, Blaise even gave him a thumbs up beside Draco - during this time, everyone was caught by Draco's "exam perfect obsessive-compulsive disorder" It's been a lot of trouble.

——At least the year-end banquet started in such a cheerful atmosphere.

"Another year has gone by!" said Dumbledore cheerily, "and before we indulge in these delicacies, I must trouble you all to listen to an old man's platitudes, what a year it has been, my dear children! Your little brains must be richer than before...there is a whole summer vacation waiting for you—”

Scorpius saw Draco roll his eyes in an inelegant way... as if he didn't look forward to the summer vacation at all - how good it is, no one doesn't like summer vacation.

At this time, the old principal on the podium was still continuing——

"Now, as far as I know, we must first conduct the Academy Cup awards ceremony. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: No.4, Gryffindor, 310 two points; No.3, Hufflepuff, 350 two points; Winclaw 420 six points, Slytherin 470 two points."

Dumbledore finished his sentence, and Draco puffed up his chest a little - looking serious - amidst a thunderous cheer and stomping that erupted from the Slytherin table.

Then, the bad things started to happen.

The old headmaster waited for the Slytherins to have enough fun, and then said abruptly: "However, I think the recent events should also be counted."

As soon as these words came out, the original whispers on the long Slytherin table immediately disappeared without a trace. On the teacher's seat, Professor Snape sat up a little bit, bent over a little (rarely) and spoke vigilantly. He glanced at the old principal standing on the podium from beginning to end (this is even more rare), and at this point, the auditorium suddenly fell into a complete silence.

then.

In the case that no one can stop it at all.

Dumbledore added fifty points to each of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, on the grounds that they kept a calm mind in the face of difficulties, performed exquisite logical reasoning and a unique game of wizard chess.

Added thirty points each to Draco and Scorpius for being there and contributing (…).

Then, almost without batting an eyelid, he gave Porter 130 points for protecting the school's important property, risking his own life.

When Dumbledore announced the end, the auditorium fell into a moment of silence.

When people realized what had happened, the green and silver that belonged to Slytherin above their heads suddenly changed into red and gold, and behind the guest seat, the huge Slytherin snake also turned into a gran Fendor Lion.

People counted back and forth with their fingers, and finally when the final scores of the four houses were calculated, the Gryffindor table exploded in an instant, and the deafening cheers almost toppled the roof of the entire auditorium—— Compared with the awkward silence on the side of the Slytherin table, where the people were silent and stunned, the part of the auditorium seemed to be a completely different dimension.

The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students looked at each other, puzzled and relieved that the House Cup had finally changed hands after seven consecutive championships.

Professor Snape stood up from the table, stretched out his hand stiffly to shake hands with the rarely smiling Professor McGonagall—when he sat down, he seemed to glance at Scorpius intentionally or unintentionally.

Scorpius didn't say a word, he felt that Professor Snape was also regretting that he had deducted fifty points from them that night - although it was so illogical that it really looked like a Slytherin would do it... so Thinking about it, he subconsciously glanced at the platinum noble beside him—and the latter just sat there with a sullen face, saying nothing, doing nothing, and expressionless.

Zabini, who was sitting next to Draco, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, but Pansy, with red eyes, stared at the silverware in front of him and took out his handkerchief.

At the guest table, Professor McGonagall placed the trophy that he had been waiting for for many years on the upper right corner of the table.

"Pansy, can you pass me the iced milk?"

Pretending he didn't see anything, Scorpius turned his attention back to the table and said softly.

Because he knew that, no matter what, the semester was over.

The Lock of Time, Volume [-], Volume [-]