[HP] Noble

"Bihua, don't scare my grandson, that foreign devil dares to set foot on my Chinese territory, I will definitely make him regret doing this—"

The door was pushed open forcefully, and an old man with the flavor of a Taoist bone fairy walked in. He was wearing a worn-out Taoist robe with a few patches of unknown age, his hands were behind his back, and he was thin. The eyes are extremely energetic, and from the way he walks, it can be seen that the old man is a practicing family man-the person who came is Scorpius Great's grandfather, and this year there is old man Wen Ziweng, the head of the Maoshan Department of the Erdao School in his [-]s.

"Grandpa!" Scorpius jumped up from the sofa and jumped at the old man. The old man flashed his dexterity and said with a smile, "I can't stand the old man, I can't stand it!"

Scorpius jumped at nothing but was not discouraged. He sat up, looked at the old man and asked softly, "Grandpa, I'm going back to school soon, why did you come back?"

"The old man went to defend the justice of the world." The old man smiled happily, teasing his grandson.

"Dad, how is the matter going?" Mr. Great stood up from the sofa and asked with concern.

Wen Ziweng restrained his smile, glanced at his foreign son-in-law as if he had a toothache, and then grunted reluctantly: "Well, it's almost there."

Mr. Gretel suddenly showed an elegant smile. He looked at his wife and said jokingly: "Oh, my dear, I think I have to start thinking about what benefits I should ask the Ministry of Magic for."

The thin old man bypassed the sofa, sat down beside Scorpius, took the hot tea handed by his grandson, took two sips happily, smacked his lips and narrowed his eyes while thinking: "Thank you, I don't need it, I look white and yellow Mao’s brain hurts, but the benefits are still indispensable, indispensable. Among other things, I’m asking you... what kind of department needs some dollars to honor the old man’s Taoist temple—and your Uncle Yin’s Taoist temple will also be paved under the mountain One way—let me think about it, oh, Bihua, your father and I have never stepped out of the country in this life, so you are talking about what other specialties foreign devils have besides money?"

Wen Bihua looked at her husband speechlessly, and Mr. Great shrugged.

Scorpius rubbed against his grandfather, smiled and asked flatteringly, "Grandpa, what have you been doing?"

Wen Ziweng lovingly touched his grandson's furry head, and said with infinite affection——

"Don't tell you."

"..."

The old man turned his face away: "Blame your father's department, they won't let you talk about it, and they won't give you money if you say it."

"..."

"But I took your elder brother to Wenxin, oh, Wenxin's Beast Binding Curse is so well practiced-it's okay, kid, look at you, don't pout, I can't tell you ——I promise you will know next year, but summer at the latest! Wait patiently...good things have to wait to get enough—” the old man said very deliberately.

Scorpius stood up blankly.

With a stiff face, he put the teacup on the table, stomped upstairs, opened the door, slammed it shut with a bang, and locked it.

Mrs. Great finally waited for the chance to speak. She looked away from the stairs and shook her head helplessly: "Dad, can you stop teasing him?"

The old man said without guilt: "No, I can't help it, our grandson is so cute—even more cute when he is angry—and besides, I'm not lying at all, you can ask your family," he nodded with his chin Mr. Great, "Is it because the people there are not allowed to speak?"

"Yes... well, there is this rule." Mr. Gretel rubbed his temples with a headache, because now he had to answer this question directly, "It was a competition between students—called the 'Triwizard Tournament' ', has been closed for many years - because every time it is held, students die. But the Ministry of Magic of England, Germany and France decided to resume this next summer, and the venue was chosen as Hogwarts. The British Ministry of Magic tried to pass me Come to China and ask for creatures to use in the game—maybe that's just a part of the game."

"Dragon?" Mrs. Great asked impassively.

"Dragon." Mr. Great nodded with difficulty, "They want a Chinese fireball dragon."

"Chinese fireball dragon? What's that?...Who came up with such a creative name?" The old man sitting cross-legged on the sofa stared, "Why isn't it called the Chinese fire-breathing lizard?!"

Mr. Great: "..."

Mrs. Greatt didn't hold her face tightly, she covered her mouth and laughed in a low voice.

Mr. Great said seriously: "Don't laugh, I really want to run away from home—hey! Don't look at me like that! This name has nothing to do with me!" Mrs. Great patted him on the shoulder tenderly, And his father-in-law obviously didn't intend to let him go just like that, he kept mumbling words like "really creative", "blind" and "uneducated".

……

On the last day of the Christmas holiday, Scorpius seemed to be finally willing to forgive his grandpa. Carrying a heavy suitcase, he hugged his grandpa's neck with difficulty and kissed him on his old face. The expression of the old man was like seeing the first ray of morning light of Limin.

"You shouldn't have provoked me with the news," Scorpius rebuked angrily before leaving, "He bullies me because of his age, but he's not as smart as me!"

Saying goodbye to his family and full of resentment, Scorpius boarded the train back to school.

Most of the students have gone home during the Christmas holidays. At this time, platform nine and a quarter is crowded and noisy. Everyone is busy kissing their parents goodbye or making time to have a final conversation. The next time we meet is summer vacation It's time, Scorpius looked back at his parents reluctantly——

"Oh, Mom, I want to get on the bus later."

"Going to drive, kid."

"Why do you look like you can't wait to get me out!"

"Don't be stupid, son, I can't wait to get you out of school." Mrs. Great said casually, and Mr. Great immediately turned his face to look at her nervously. She glanced at her husband and whispered, "Very well, now you Proves that you are as stupid as your son."

Mr. Great touched Madam's hair accessory as if nothing had happened, and said calmly: "I just want to remind you that the hairpin is crooked."

After all kinds of urging, Scorpius finally got into the car reluctantly. His suitcase was full of late Christmas presents for Draco and others. It was so big and heavy that he searched for two full compartments Successfully found Pansy, the black-haired Slytherin girl sat alone in the carriage, propped her chin and looked out the window, she was not frightened at all when the door was pulled open, she turned her face slowly, revealing A calm smile: "Hello, Scorpius."

"Hello, Pansy." Scorpius turned his back and dragged his suitcase in through the crack of the door. He asked casually, "How was your vacation?"

"Very good." Pansy said lightly, "I went to Germany."

"..." Scorpius wanted to find a place where no one was around and slapped himself first.

Pansy said nonchalantly, "Alpha knew Draco and I were fine, he said he didn't care, as long as we didn't fuck - oh, what a stupid bear, he kissed me and then told me he couldn't stand me and Go to bed with other boys."

"This topic is a bit exciting." Scorpius smiled dryly, "Skip."

"So do I." Pansy shrugged, turned and spread her hands under Scorpius' nose. "Late Christmas present, Mr. Great."

"Oh! Yes!" Scorpius quickly turned around and rummaged in his pockets. Finally, he put an old-looking hairpin into Pansy's hands, nodding his mouth. "Here, the Phoenix hairpin—this is a good thing," he explained excitedly, "Did you see the oriental pearl held in the mouth of the Phoenix above? It's so big, it was taken from the coral trees in the East China Sea. There aren’t many of them in England—at least a hundred years old, antiques! To ward off evil spirits and prevent disasters and attract peach blossoms—”

Pansy squinted her eyes and raised the quaint hairpin in her hand. Even if the round pearls were not in the sun, she seemed to have a faint halo of her own. She nodded with satisfaction: "Beautiful, thank you, dear Scorpius, Della Co's wrong on you, you don't really have such bad taste--it just looks like I'm going to start growing my hair out for it--by the way, you sound like a charlatan."

"Oh, my whole family does it - it's great for brunettes, isn't it?" Scorpius was also staring at the hairpin fascinated. "I got it from an aunt."

——“This hair accessory is nice.”

A calm tone sounded at the door.

Draco Malfoy stood there with his chest folded, his soft platinum hair hanging obediently behind his ears. He looked in good spirits. At this moment, he was squinting the silver-gray eyes unique to the Malfoy family, looking at the pot in Pansy's hand. Hairpin, "My mother once specially went to China to order it. The price is quite expensive, but the main material is not as good as this-at least the pearls are not so big." He walked into the box, sat down relaxedly opposite Scorpius, and looked It was a sigh of relief.

"Well, let's see," Draco drawled emphatically, languidly, "what is the present that Mr. Gretel said would 'absolutely please me'—even though it's been five full days since Christmas? gone."

"It's inconvenient to carry it in the box." Scorpius shrugged and dragged the box out from under his feet.

Draco said slightly, "I have a bad feeling."

"Oh, who cares, if you're not so fierce to Scorpius." Pansy smiled with satisfaction, put the hairpin into her exquisite jewelry box, tapped with her wand, and cast a secret lock spell.

Just as Pansy put away his wand, Scorpius finally took out a small transparent glass bottle from the box, and he held it up to Draco as if offering a treasure: "Look! What is this!"

Draco: "..."

Scorpius urged, "Say it!"

The Slytherin prince rolled his eyelids reluctantly, and replied dryly, "A turtle."

Scorpius looked dissatisfied with the answer, and he brought the bottle closer: "Would you like to take a closer look?"

Draco narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded a little dangerous: "Very well, a lame turtle."

"I don't know the goods." Scorpius stuffed the bottle into Draco's hand and sat back on his stool. The turtle in the bottle poked its head out, glanced slowly at the platinum noble outside the bottle, and then turned its head Shrunk back.

"Oh, Merlin!" Pansy giggled, "I gotta say, Draco, it's kind of cute."

"Is this your gift? You gave Pansy a ridiculously expensive hairpin and then gave me a crippled tortoise?" Draco shook the bottle and said with disgust on his pretty face, "What can it do? Encourage me to live bravely even if I may break a leg due to inexplicable reasons in the future?"

"Oh, don't shake it—" Scorpius hastened to stop him from further rough behavior, "Hey! Stop it! This is no ordinary turtle—and it's not lame! It's just born that way! It's rare!"

"Yes, that's right." Draco sneered meanly, "Isn't it hard to find a four-legged turtle?"

"Come on, Draco!" Scorpius rolled his eyes, "This is a three-legged turtle, which is only found in our house, uh... It is said that if you eat it, you will not suffer from serious illness in your life, and It can... reduce swelling."

Prince Slytherin gave him a suspicious look: "...I assume your English is fine..."

"No." Scorpius said stiffly.

"You made me eat it?! Scorpius Great! What's wrong with you - it's still so small!"

"Damn it! You don't have to eat it and keep it—I mean... I actually didn't intend for you to eat it! Think of it as a good sign or something, like a lifetime of health blessings!"

Draco finally shut up.

Apparently, one of Scorpius' words had succeeded in pleasing him, and now he looked slightly more satisfied.

"That sounded pretty good—like a blessing from an elf or something," he said dryly, pulling out his wand, casting a strengthening spell on the bottle in his hand, and placing it in the handy skin of his eagle's cage. In the bag, "...well, don't stare at me, I will keep it, what does it eat?"

"Water plants, or meat." Scorpius blinked, "Change to a bigger water tank, the bottle just now is too small, let it out to bask in the sun from time to time..."

Draco looked at Year Slytherin like a madman: "Where's the sun in the Slytherin cellar?"

"Take it to the Black Lake."

"...I'm afraid I won't be able to resist letting it go." Draco smirked, "You know, a Malfoy is always used to charity."

"Oh come on," said Scorpius feebly, "letting the giant squid eat it won't make you live a little longer, let it go, it's still a child."