[HP] Noble

As Christmas approached, students welcomed the first snow this winter, along with the notices of detention.It snowed all night, and when the students got up the next day, they were surprised to find that their windows had been completely sealed by the gray snowflakes. Even the Slytherins who lived under the Black Lake had to admit that The lake outside the window seemed to be completely frozen and stopped flowing.

It was another annual school cleaning to welcome Christmas. When Scorpius cleaned up the lower half of those precious antique paintings with a small bucket of rags, he raised his head and looked helplessly at the accumulated dust on the upper half of the portraits. , trying to ignore the complaining murmur of the person in the portrait ('How can you only wipe half of it for me! '), he turned around and faced the platinum aristocrat who occupied the only retractable high stool and was still dazed on it Sigh for the third time.

"Don't sigh." Draco raised his eyelids and glanced listlessly at the senior Slytherin.

"Would you like to wipe the picture frame above?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No," Draco said petulantly, frowning. "Unless someone approves me to use a cleaning spell, I can't just be fiddling around here with a rag like a house-elf. That's ridiculous and doesn't qualify as a Malfoy's identity."

"It's just cleaning, you don't have to do it if you don't want to, you don't have to rise to the level of 'being a Malfoy'." The black-haired Slytherin rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and shook the rag in front of Draco , when the other party moved the chair from the chair in disgust to avoid him, the former snatched the chair over quickly and stepped on it quickly, leaving a huge footprint on the chair without mercy.

"..." Faced with such shameless behavior by Scorpius, the platinum noble showed an unbelievable expression, "You know, Gretel, you look like Crabbe who spit into the cake in order to occupy the food of."

This was definitely the most vivid expression Draco had made this week.

Scorpius, who has been looking at his paralyzed face for the past week, has been upset and irritable. It really feels like spring is blooming at the moment. He is about to say something with a hippie smile, but at this moment, his peripheral vision is not careful. Sweeping to Hagrid walking from the end of the corridor, he was holding a huge dead turkey in his hand. The turkey that was caught dangling in the hand of the half-blood seemed to have just died—because Now, the blood dripping from its neck followed Hagrid's walk down the corridor.

Scorpius closed his mouth, obviously, Draco who was beside him also noticed this, he followed Scorpius' gaze and turned his head to look at Hagrid and the things in his hand, as if seeing Immediately turned his head back like something unsightly, frowned, and restored his previous dead face: "What is that half-blood giant doing?"

"Probably looking for Professor Dumbledore to seek justice for his turkey that died unexpectedly," watching Hagrid calmly pass by countless students in the direction of Dumbledore's office. Go, said Scorpius, "you say, if I go to Professor Dumbledore in the same way, can I also get justice for your dead spirit?"

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up and down suspiciously at the black-haired Slytherin beside him. When he quickly figured out what this guy was talking about, he sneered loudly, and then arrogantly twisted his platinum-blonde head .

"—Hey, are you still cleaning my photo frame? What's the difference between just cleaning half of it like this and leaving half of my body naked?"

Scorpius stared at the platinum head that didn't seem ready to turn back for three seconds, then stepped on the stretch chair and raised himself to the same height as the portrait. Its request is to wipe off the height that often appears on the face for him.

Scorpius knew why Draco was so preoccupied recently, but unfortunately, because he Scorpigret was completely an accidental existence compared to this point in time, he couldn't give Draco a lot Help, I just hope that when I have a chance, I can find him to sit down and comfort him, at least let him stop frowning.

For a second-year student, holding up an old lady's face all day is a crime.

……

In the afternoon, Scorpius, who had no class, wandered around the castle alone. When he unknowingly came to the door of the Potions classroom, he was surprised to find that the door of the classroom where he was supposed to be in class was wide open. They were talking, and the noise in the classroom sounded more lively than the vegetable market in the morning.

This made the brunette Slytherin not only a little concerned.I went around to the door and took a look, only to find out the reason for the commotion inside - I don't know who threw a bunch of Weasley brothers' Ferrebar fireworks into the cauldron of Goyle or Draco, and all the potions in it were The splash came out, causing half of the classroom to be affected——Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he found that the skin of the people around him swelled terribly rapidly, he guessed that it was probably a pot of swelling potion, and now he was very Make sure the cauldron where the fireworks are thrown belongs to Draco, because Goyle probably couldn't have made such a "good" swelling potion.

And at this moment, Scorpius noticed that Draco, who was probably closest to his cauldron, was the most seriously injured-in fact, he had become Scorpius and had to be recognized by the color of his hair Pig's head—his mouth pouts into two merged sausages, his tall nose swells into a small watermelon at the moment, and his eyes become a thin slit due to the swelling of the skin. When Professor Pu summoned the students to come to him to receive the antidote, he had to walk with his head down so as not to let his swollen facial features be so painful due to the pull of gravity.

The students were in a mess, and Scorpius walked into the classroom without much thought. However, when he took the first step into the classroom, he suddenly paused. There was a moment of confusion on his face, and then he wrinkled slightly Eyebrow - just as he was looking around trying to find something, Professor Snape, who was standing in the classroom, saw him and asked him rudely to "hurry up and help".

Scorpius obediently "rolled" in.

Holding a bottle of dispelling potion, when he finally squeezed in front of Draco from the messy pile of students, the guy slowly walked to the fourth-to-last row, because his eyes were squeezed by his swollen facial muscles. Unable to see the way clearly, he had to fumble around the edge of the desk to barely keep moving——

Scorpius walked in front of him, pulled off the cap of the bottle without much hesitation, and quickly poured the bottle of anti-curse potion on Draco's face - the sudden cold liquid made the platinum noble nervous With a cry of surprise, his body immediately bowed and turned into a defensive posture—probably after that he could clearly feel the swelling on his face, and as the effects of the swelling potion gradually dissipated, Draco's body also Follow along and relax.

After a few minutes, he finally became the prince of Slytherin in the girls' hearts and the future god of sexiness again, he wiped his wet face and looked at the standing in front of him with his silver-gray pupils that had just recovered his eyesight. The smiling senior Slytherin asked, not too surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Because I heard you wailing in the Slytherin common room," Scorpius said.

"Shut up, I'm sure I didn't make a sound."

Draco rolled his eyes while talking, and the bell rang for the end of class at this time, as if he was reminded by the bell, the platinum nobleman seemed to remember something, just like Scorpius before he entered the potions classroom. Like a meerkat, it raised its neck and swept around the messy classroom.

Before Scorpius could ask what he was looking for, he looked away and asked Scorpius in a tired voice, "How do I look?"

"Very nice, downright handsome."

"I've heard that swelling potion can damage hair." Draco touched his hair in a worried tone, and then cursed under his breath, "Oh shit, they really don't feel as slippery as they did in the morning."

"It's nothing like that, it's probably just because you sprayed too much hairspray in the morning."

Scorpius pulled away Draco's hands that were groping his face, and urged him not to be smug and wash off the residual potion on his hands and face - after finishing all the work, facing Professor Snape's angry With a growl ("I'm going to fire the prankster"), the two Slytherins walked out of the Potions room, shoulder to shoulder.

Then at the dinner table, Scorpius saw Draco sign his name in cursive script on the application for retention.After Draco signed the form, he folded it carefully and put it back in his pocket, as if he felt the surprised gaze from the black-haired Slytherin next to him at this time, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows: " how?"

"That's the application form for staying in school."

"I'm not blind yet," Draco said slowly, forking a sausage, "you signed this thing yourself, what's so surprising."

"...I thought you had to go back to Malfoy Manor for Christmas." Especially now at such a young age that my dad seems to be looking forward to going home-of course, this dangerous second half of the sentence was taken by Scott. Pi swallowed it back into his stomach.

Draco glanced at him, pursed his lips, and suddenly said without thinking: "I heard that Professor Snape's office was stolen after class this afternoon, and the skin and horns of the African tree snake were lost. the horn of the beast."

Scorpius: "...Huh?"

"I think I know who took it," Draco said in a low voice, sounding a little annoyed, "When I was splashed by the potion again, I seemed to hear Potter and Weasley laughing, and then When I had to lower my head and try to walk because of my swollen nose, before my eyes were squeezed by the swollen muscles, I seemed to see Hermione Granger suddenly disappear beside Potter and the others."

Scorpius listened, and when the platinum nobleman said the last sentence, he had a dazed expression on his face—no wonder when he stepped into the classroom door, he felt as if something passed him by. It is almost impossible to notice the moment that makes it easy to suspect that it is one's own illusion.

"I didn't see that Mudblood either after that," Draco frowned, "There aren't many potions that use both of these ingredients—and I'm sure the Gryffindor Golden Trio isn't a potion maniac." Sick enough for them to have the audacity to steal from Professor Snape's office after messing around in Potions class - if what they're preparing to brew is Polyjuice Potion, I'm a bit concerned they'll use it What."