[HP] Noble

The news spread faster than expected. By the end of lunch at noon, the story about those bloody characters at the end of the corridor on the second floor, Mr. Filch and his poor cat lady had spread throughout Hogwarts— — not just in the restaurant, the corridors were full of people talking about it, people talking about the meaning of the line of blood with great interest, although in the absence of evidence, most people were just guessing.

When Scorpius was passing by the corridor, he heard a third-year Ravenclaw girl say to her female companion in a very affirmative tone: "I think it's a boring Gryffindor playing a prank, but this That reckless guy went too far once - there is no need to panic, my father is a detective in the Muggle world, judging from the color of the blood, it must not be human blood."

The female companion next to her shrugged. It seemed that compared to this incident, she was quite interested in the profession of "interpol in the world of gossip". On the contrary, a fifth-year Gryffindor who was passing by temporarily was not happy to hear this. Alright, he frowned and tried to refute those gossiping girls leaning against the window in the corridor—

"You can't say that, Miss Brown, I think it was done by a student of Slytherin, after all, for a house like Gryffindor, which has a relatively tolerant composition, we rarely use the word 'heir' ...You should ask those noble pure-blood families who are mysterious all day long if they have any big plans."

The words of the fifth-year Gryffindor fell into the ears of the Slytherins who were speaking in a low voice not far away.

Pansy's expression was not very good. If Blaise hadn't caught her in time, this impulsive little girl seemed ready to rush up and kick his ass with her high heels——

"Don't be impulsive, Pansy," Blaise said lazily. "Honestly, even I don't think we've got anything to do with it, but that guy has something to say--I mean, in 'The Heir In terms of the use of this word, although British nobles don't like to use this word anymore, there are always nobles in other places who use it, and you see, dating back to within eight generations, who of us can guarantee that it has never appeared in our family? A bit of foreign blood... and the other academies probably don't know as much about the 'art of blood' as we do."

"Oh, let's put these things aside for the time being, Blaise, you'd better listen to what that guy said nicely-'the composition is more tolerant', if I want to translate it, it means 'slightly more hybrids'." Looking not far away The eloquent fifth-year Gryffindor, Draco rolled his eyes not very elegantly, and after Scorpius frowned and reached out to knock on his smooth forehead, he let out a pained cry, looking complaining He squinted at the Slytherin prefect, "I didn't mean to use such a rude word, but I'm afraid it's more appropriate to use it here... The Christendine family dates back to 50 years ago. The family is still a small place. The aristocrats, now down and out, began to complain about their past life without worrying about food and clothing, as if his father’s life was so humiliating when their family was rich.”

As he said that, the platinum nobleman shook his head and wrinkled his nose like a little adult as if he had seen some flies: "I don't believe that Mrs. Christendine will not have any regrets when cleaning up the house. The family elves were confiscated and auctioned off by the Ministry of Magic because they went bankrupt."

Pansy's anger seemed to be quenched by Draco's vivid rant, and now she was leaning against Draco again, giggling like a baby hen.

Then, until the topic jumped from "Chamber of Secrets" to something else, Draco remained tight-lipped during the discussion of this term. With this knowing look, he acted almost as stupid as Goyle and Crabbe—of course, this was just a metaphorical way of complimenting.

To look as stupid as Goyle and Crabbe is not something ordinary people can do.

Scorpius had a Potions class in the afternoon. When he was stared at by Professor Snape with chills down his spine, he finally finished a dose of "Dream Potion" which was barely qualified, so he walked out of the Potions class exhausted physically and mentally. But I heard that in the same class, in the History of Magic class of Gryffindor's second year, someone made a false accusation——

Surprisingly, the one who was kicked out of class by that good-tempered ghost professor this time was actually one of the only students in the history of magic who could take notes—Hermione Granger (by the way, another Such a person who is not afraid of being bored is of course Mr. Draco Malfoy).

"I heard she asked Professor Binns about the 'Chamber of Secrets' in History of Magic, and then got blasted out by that angry ghost - it seems that in Lockhart's office this morning, people pointed at silly baby Po This incident made her a little concerned," Draco analyzed while carelessly cutting his own steak at the long dinner table, "What a touching friendship, in order to express my respect for this friendship, this year's magic I unceremoniously took down the first place in Shi's final exam—yes, that Mudblood missed the most important content of the "International Conference of Wizards in [-]", so the final outcome will definitely be defeated me miserably."

"I never knew History of Magic had a point," said Scorpius absently.

Draco gave him an offended look.

It's as if the subject of history of magic is so sacrosanct.

Scorpius felt that Draco was completely in a state of "self-excited and unreasonable" at the moment, so he decided to ignore him, and just ate the corn salad in front of him seriously—

In retaliation, the platinum noble stared at the fifth grade Slytherin beside him after finishing the salads, then turned his head slowly and started gossiping with Blaise, who was sitting on the other side of him. Laco excitedly simulated and restored the scene when he happened to hear the house elves discussing the problem of today's corn not being very fresh when he passed the kitchen today with a volume that was just right enough for Scorpius to hear. ...

Blaise turned his head to look at the platinum nobleman who was seriously talking to him about this matter, first he showed a puzzled look, and then he echoed him in a friendly way—although at this time, Slater, who was sitting behind Draco, Mr. Lin prefect almost rolled his eyes and turned his eyeballs out of their sockets.

After dinner, when the students who had experienced a day of study dragged their tired bodies and began to leave the auditorium one after another, the topics they discussed finally had a new unity——

Compared with "a senseless prank by a student", it seems that everyone is more willing to accept the conclusion of "Slytherin conspiracy".

The Slytherin students did not show any resistance to this——

"After all, we are always the ones to blame." In the common room, Daphne Greengrass said while painting herself pink nail polish.

"Yeah, and at the end of the day usually we find out that we're just 'blaming ourselves'."

Pansy giggled and snatched the bottle of nail polish of the most popular color this year from her female companion, and painted it on her middle finger——the two girls made a fuss, and the other students were also full of laughter amidst the laughter. They gathered together calmly and talked about topics they thought were interesting. Compared with the nervous attitude of the students from the other three colleges outside towards this matter, the atmosphere in the Slytherin common room couldn't be more harmonious.

As a prefect, although I always feel that there is something wrong with such a harmonious atmosphere, Scorpius once again expressed his pride in the psychological quality of the students in the academy before the curfew started to drive everyone to bed. with pride.

"Oh, I bet, Professor Snape thinks so too." Pansy said coquettishly, stood up from the sofa, stopped her prefect's neck, and dropped a loud kiss on the other's face, spreading around Daphne slapped her buttocks hard, seemingly displeased.

When almost everyone returned to their dormitories, there were only a few seventh graders who were reviewing their homework in the common room, and only a procrastinating Prince Slytherin remained on the sofa by the fire.

Seeing his classmates in the same grade go upstairs to the dormitory one after another, Draco stood up unhurriedly, dragged Scorpius over silently, pressed his shoulders and took it from his pocket He took out his handkerchief, and wiped heavily back and forth where Pansy had kissed his face——

"Lipstick marks." The platinum noble muttered while pinching the chin of the senior Slytherin.

"Pencey didn't wear lipstick today."

"Then wipe the drool she left on your face." Draco frowned in disgust, "You should learn to avoid it next time."

"Oh fine."

"It's really perfunctory, or you don't want to escape at all."

Scorpius turned his head and looked at the pair of silver-gray pupils that shone a little under the light of the fire: "It's almost enough, Draco, even if you cry now, I won't stay here You sing a lullaby—I'm off to the night watch."

"It's too dangerous," Draco murmured, "in the limelight, if someone hits you and you're dead—and, you don't know—whether that thing you're talking about will come out tonight, a troll It almost killed us, but do you still want to take that kind of risk this year?"

"We must go and see," Scorpius shook his head, "otherwise there may be even bigger troubles waiting for us."

"You don't need to uphold justice," Draco frowned. "Isn't that silly baby Potter's job?"

Scorpius sighed helplessly, pushed Prince Slytherin on the shoulder and sent him all the way up the stairs, until he reached the penultimate floor, the other party still looked back at him unwillingly, and threatened to be in Get an invisibility cloak from his dad before Halloween - as if Mr. Malfoy, the Vice-President of the Boys' Union, would have supported his son to stay up late at night and mess around in Hogwarts like shopping.

...Finally sent Draco away, and when Scorpius walked up the corridor wearing a slightly thicker cloak, it was almost eleven o'clock...

In the middle of the night, there was no one in the hallway, and the cold wind was blowing—resisting the urge to turn around and go back several times, the black-haired Slytherin looked around and took out his wand and used an advanced lighting spell, Watching the ball of light slowly detach from the tip of the wand and then hover over his head, Scorpius put his wand back into his pocket almost without hesitation.

He followed the upward patrol route until he came to the fork leading to the place where Mrs. Norris was found this morning. He hesitated for a moment, turned his head and went directly to the stairs leading to the girls' bathroom on the second floor... No I know if it is an illusion, when Scorpius came to this road, I always felt that I could vaguely hear the sound of water droplets, and it was terribly wet here, as if a water pipe had burst and leaked somewhere, the wet The level is comparable to Slytherin's lake cellar passage.

Scorpius did not go to the end of the corridor that was still smeared with blood. Instead, after a moment of judgment, he turned to the door of the girls' bathroom on the second floor that he had been to - standing in the abandoned bathroom At the door, the black-haired Slytherin ignored the "Fault" sign hanging crookedly on it, and pushed open the door directly.

The bathroom was even worse than it had been in Scorpius' fourth grade.

There are mottled scale everywhere, the ground is wet, and there is a row of pools that have corroded and peeled off the surface - Scorpius tried to open one of the faucets covered in spider webs, and after a few ugly groans, the The water pipe vibrated, and in the end, like an old man dying, he spit out a few streams of rust-colored dirty water, and then clean water flowed out.

Scorpius frowned thoughtfully.

"Okay." The black-haired Slytherin muttered, following the direction he remembered, he groped his way to the sink that led to the entrance to the chamber of secrets—although Scorpius couldn't remember which one it was The sink was broken, but he found it quickly.

Because compared to other faucets covered with cobwebs everywhere, the washbasin that has been cleaned by someone looks so conspicuous.

Scorpius stretched out his hand to unscrew the faucet, and saw, without any surprise, that clean water flowed out of the faucet—the fifth grade Slytherin turned off the faucet, and after a moment of silence with his hands on the washbasin, he closed it. Eyes, try hard to recall Potter's voice back then, try to make a "hiss" sound from your own mouth...

This time, however, the faucet remained silent.

"Probably the voice is wrong."

Scorpius muttered to himself, but just as he finished speaking, at this moment, he suddenly heard the door behind him creaking open... He looked back, but did not see anyone walking Come in—the door creaked and swayed weakly in mid-air, if someone didn't come in... then someone wanted to escape in a panic?

Scorpius just raised his eyebrows, and then he heard his calm voice in the bathroom that should be empty except for him: "Okay, come out, Mr. Potter."

Scorpius finished speaking, and after a few seconds of silence, just a few meters away from him, it was like a transparent curtain was suddenly lifted, and Harry Potter's photo suddenly appeared in the air. It looked like a face that had seen a ghost, and beside him... Ron Weasley, who had a more exciting expression than him, and was about to faint at any time due to the great stimulation.

"Merlin's socks," the red-haired Gryffindor stared at Scorpius with wet eyes, and stammered in a voice that almost collapsed, "You are a Parseltongue."