[HP] Noble

Christmas comes slowly and silently like an aging, wrinkled old witch who sits on tiptoe on a battered witch's broom.

When he got up in the morning, Scorpius was not surprised to find that the black lake was completely frozen into ice through the window of the prefect's dormitory. He imagined that the ground would probably look like that with snow.Sitting on the bed, the dark-haired Slytherin spent about 5 minutes wondering whether he wanted to go back to the future to visit the grown-up Slytherin King on this special day - the answer was yes, of course he If you want to go back, even if you say "Merry Christmas" to him under the contemptuous gaze of a madman, then turn around and run away...

But at five minutes and one second, Scorpius dropped the idea.

Because he realized that he had to keep an eye on the other, more difficult Draco all the time-somewhere in the school that caught the attention of Master Malfoy now, there was a second opened secret room ——In the secret room, there is a basilisk that can kill anyone at any time.

Scratching his head and sighing, at this moment Scorpius began to rejoice that he had never had the concept of "must celebrate Christmas" - in contrast, he prefers Christmas every [-]th of the Chinese Lunar New Year It's time to bring Draco from England, thousands of miles away, to live with him-although in the eyes of this typical and stuffy Brit, it's more than a month since the real New Year's Eve "New Year's Eve" in Bajingdi is an extremely unreasonable thing.

Once Scorpius completely gave up the idea after trying to explain the difference between the new calendar and the old calendar with Draco, because when Scorpius said these contents seriously, he was busy changing the hands at home Stove Lord statue, when he was using syrup to paste the mouth of the newly pasted Stove Lord statue, he turned around and found an international friend with platinum-blonde hair looking at him strangely with raised eyebrows.

"What is this doing?" the international friends at the time asked shamelessly.

"Put icing on the statue, so that when the god returns to his place, he can say a few nice words in front of God." Scorpius also answered this question that seemed a bit silly to him seriously.

Then he found that the expressions on the faces of international friends who got the answer became much more exciting—yes, no matter how much Draco is interested in Eastern "creatures" or so-called "magic", the cultural generation gap is the cultural generation gap, Just as Draco would never be able to convince Scorpius that a body as fat as Santa Claus could still squeeze down the chimney to deliver presents to children.

While thinking about the past, the current Slytherin prefect, who lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, showed a silly smile——he found that the feeling of missing someone every day even though he was by his side was very special. Strange, it feels like... the chest is full, but there is still such a harmless piece of vacancy in a certain part of the heart, sweet and with an indescribable pain.

Scorpius got out of bed, walked straight past the pile of Christmas presents placed beside the bed, went into the bathroom and finished taking a shower, and then slowly returned to the bed with a full body of relaxation, From the pile of gifts, he accurately picked up a gift that was not too big, but was wrapped in silver and green as the main colors and carefully tied with a beautiful bow.

Unwrapping the gift unhurriedly, Scorpius found some handmade milk candies inside——when he pulled the ribbon, a strong milky smell came out, and more than a dozen pieces were printed on the surface The "dragon"-shaped toffee is packed in a transparent and clean packaging bag, and each piece of toffee is cut into the same size by obsessive-compulsive disorder, which is more neat than the magic-made candy in the candy store—think about Della Coe grabbed the silver potion knife and handled the sweet-smelling candies with the seriousness of cutting daisy roots. The black-haired Slytherin raised the corners of his lips, grabbed a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth.

The thick milky aroma spreads from the taste buds on the tip of the tongue with just the right amount of sweetness. The soft toffee does not melt immediately like the ones sold in stores, but the softness is just right and not sticky to the teeth—when When Scorpius tried to bite them open with his teeth, he found that special coffee-flavored condensed milk that was richer and sweeter than the candy itself sprayed out from the center of the toffee... He raised his eyebrows. At this time, he was packing the box A note was found at the bottom, and it was written in gorgeous and beautiful cursive characters: 【Eat them with a grateful heart, there will be no next time. DM]

"..." Scorpius stared blankly at the note for three seconds, and by the way, imagined Draco's awkward face when he wrote this line, the fragrant and soft toffee in his mouth Rolling from the left cheek to the right cheek, this time he finally couldn't hold back his sneer, "Well, thank you Merlin, thank you Master Malfoy for giving me these handmade candies - they're delicious, well, praise. "

In the process of unwrapping the presents, Scorpius couldn't stop and wiped out half of the bag of candies. During the period, he also ate vanilla, cranberry and strong cheese flavors. Laco has a talent for making desserts and he has hidden it so well all these years! ...After a while, along with the candy wrappers falling at his feet, there were also countless carefully unwrapped gift packages. Scorpius received a small ceramic flower plate from Pansy. When he was doing something, he got a few more seeds from Daphne's gift, filled the flowerpot with water, and then threw the seeds in. The seeds took root and germinated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and palm-sized lotus leaves grew out. With a faint scent of flowers spreading in the room, Scorpius carefully placed a few potted plants with a beautiful white bowl lotus blooming on his desk; there was also a magic comb from Blaise, Any disheveled hair can be tidied up; hardcover book on Quidditch from Goyle and Crabbe who, like the left and right Warders Scorpius knew, would never send the right gift to the right There are also some gifts from other classmates, quill pens, magical error-correcting ink and other gadgets that filled Scorpius's desk in a short while...

When the Slytherin prefect unwrapped all these presents, he found that he seemed to have missed the time for breakfast, and thanks to Draco's handmade toffee, Scorpius touched his belly and sighed and found that he Did not feel hungry.

Standing up and waving his wand, he cleaned up the unwrapped presents at his feet. After casually grabbing the clean winter clothes hanging on the sofa and putting them on, he couldn't wait to open the door and walk out of the prefect's dormitory——

At this moment, the Slytherin common room was as quiet as Scorpius imagined—almost all the students had gone home, but Goyle and Crabbe stayed behind, but they were probably huddled together at this moment In the kitchen I was preparing myself my first Christmas snack, and the common room was empty and quiet except for the crackling of the firewood as it burned brightly in the fireplace.

Draco didn't know where he went, but in broad daylight, if this guy didn't have a brain problem, he certainly wouldn't just run to Moaning Myrtle so grandiosely to cause trouble.

In order to rest assured of Draco's IQ, Scorpius didn't let himself run out to find someone like an old lady. After stretching, the black-haired Slytherin came to the soft sofa and looked at him. After scanning the various positions, he finally sat down on the seat Draco was used to on weekdays, grabbed the book Draco had read from the desk, and continued to read it at the place where he put the bookmark ——and just when he was about to find some fun in this boring theoretical book during his casual reading, the door of the Slytherin common room was pushed open from the outside.

Scorpius raised his head and watched a platinum-blonde head emerge from the shadow behind the door with a blank expression, followed by Goyle and Crabbe, who could be regarded as crawling and falling in, because of their relatively tall bodies. They were too tall for their peers, and these two guys were always clumsy. Gore bumped heavily behind the platinum nobleman who walked in first, staggering him who had managed to stand still.

"Oh, sorry." Goyle scratched his head, looking a little dull.

"Be careful, Goyle," Crabbe said vaguely behind them.

Draco ignored them. After standing still, he twisted his neck and looked around. His silver-gray pupils rolled around in the empty common room... At the same time , as the black-haired Slytherin on the sofa narrowed his eyes slightly, and then with a "snap", he closed the heavy book that was spread out on his lap.

Scorpius successfully attracted the gaze of the platinum noble who stood in a daze at the door to himself.

"I thought you would at least sleep in on Christmas morning, but you woke up by yourself and didn't call me, so I missed my own breakfast." The senior Slytherin who was sitting on the sofa moved With a smile on his neck, he raised the corners of his lips and looked at the platinum noble who was staring at him not far away, "Are you going to stand there stupidly all day?"

After hearing what Scorpius said, the platinum noble not far away showed a dazed expression, walked towards Scorpius unhurriedly, and then sat down on the sofa opposite him.

Scorpius raised an eyebrow.

At this time, Goyle and Crabbe also came one after the other, and sat down next to Draco.

Scorpius lowered his eyebrows, but the corners of his lips still kept a slightly raised arc. As if on purpose, he slowly turned his eyes away from Goyle and Crabbe. Compared to Draco, Goyle, who was almost taller than Draco, straightened up unconsciously under his gaze. Crabbe glanced at him, then cleared his throat.

"How did you get together?" Scorpius looked back, grabbed an apple from the coffee table and threw it up and down, "I thought you would choose to pour breakfast into the kitchen after Christmas and continue to make breakfast." Eat and celebrate."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin, who seemed to talk very little since he entered the Slytherin common room, sat still, staring at the senior Slytherin sitting comfortably opposite him with a pair of silver-gray pupils. Instead of speaking, Crabbe took the initiative to turn around and said to Scorpius: "I'm not that hungry today, so I didn't go, not to mention that Draco said he was not feeling well, so Goyle and I will accompany him back to rest."

Scorpius grabbed the apple that fell from the sky, raised his eyelids and glanced at the platinum noble opposite: "Oh, what's wrong?"

"It's probably because I drank too much ice pumpkin at breakfast, and my stomach is not feeling well." The person who was asked said indifferently, "You didn't eat breakfast, are you hungry?"

"I asked the house elf to bring it over when I got up." Scorpius smiled, lied calmly, and then looked at the person sitting opposite him and said, "Now you are going to go back to your room and sleep for a while , I'll call you at lunchtime, or would you rather stay on the couch?"

"On the sofa." Goyle blurted out.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows again—and this time, the platinum aristocrat opposite him finally reacted. He turned his head and frowned at the assertive Gore, seemingly dissatisfied. After showing a hesitant expression, he closed his mouth and said nothing. He turned his head and looked at Scorpius silently, as if he had acquiesced in Gore's idea of ​​"sitting on the sofa".

Scorpius didn't speak, and at this moment, there was a brief silence in the common room with only four people.Scorpius didn't take the initiative to talk, just reached out and dragged today's "Daily Prophet" on the desktop to look at it, and then found an interesting message in a small corner of the newspaper, which probably said magic Arthur Weasley, director of the Ministry of Misuse of Muggle Substances, was found to have illegally concealed an enchanted coupe and was fined fifty Galleons—

It really only occupied a space as big as a block of tofu, but Scorpius still read him word by word in a clear voice without haste.

"Fifty Galleons," the smile on Scorpius' face became clearer, which made his eyes look slightly curved, "it may be a big bonus for the Weasley family." Expenses—I happen to hear that Ron Weasley's wand was broken at the beginning of school, and there's no way to get a new one now."

Scorpius raised his head in a low voice, and just in time saw the platinum noble sitting opposite him opened his mouth and showed a smiley expression, while Goyle's face twitched quickly - just once, but not could escape Scorpius' eyes, and this time, Crabbe said in his gruff voice, rudely and mockingly: "Poor Weasley - but no one will pity him for that, and a broken wand is It's his own fault, so he has to bear it, even if he fails the final exam because of it, there's nothing to complain about—well, can't we not talk about this kind of disappointing topic because of the big festival?"

Scorpius nodded and put down the newspaper.

"Oh yes, before I went to the auditorium this morning, I saw Justin's parents—that mud, mudblood, poor old mother who couldn't stop crying," said Prince Slytherin who was sitting opposite Scorpius. He rolled his eyes gracefully, "But I can't blame anyone, who made his birth bad - there are also some self-deprecating people around."

Scorpius shrugged, "Hmm."

He looked at the eyelashes of Prince Slytherin who was sitting opposite him slightly trembling, and then said in that unhurried voice that deliberately prolongs the end of each word: "I want to know who it is Move your hands, if necessary, I can provide a long list of attacks-"

Goyle and Crabbe let out a gruff, flattering laugh.

Scorpius retracted his feet and let his whole body fall into the corner of the sofa - because the Slytherin common room is located at the bottom of the lake, the light is dark all year round, and now it is cloudy and snowy, and the lake is frozen into ice again , the whole lounge was as dark as it was at night... The firelight in the fireplace danced on half of the black-haired Slytherin's face, and when Goyle and Crabbe laughed loudly, he also aroused Lips, smiling silently, but at this time he lowered his eyes, even if he was facing the platinum noble sitting opposite him, he couldn't see if there was any extra emotion in his eyes.

After Goyle and Crabbe finished laughing, the platinum noble sitting next to them stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip, then said slowly, "Grete, I guess after lunch, I want to wash up on the second floor." In the room—”

"Didn't I tell you not to go near there again?" Scorpius interrupted him.

"Oh," the expression on the face of the platinum nobleman paused, "Yes, you did say that, but I still care about those things, you know, about the secret room—"

"The Chamber of Secrets was once opened, when your parents were still in school 20 years ago - a student died, and the school announced that it was a suicide caused by a campus incident, and the dead student was probably the crying lingering there myrtle, though she knows nothing, not even how she died."

"..."

"The opening of the secret room last time implicated the hunting ground manager Hagrid. He was ordered to drop out of school at that time. Whether he was wronged or not, it is impossible for him to be ignorant of this matter."

"Hagrid?"

"Yes, that's him. This year, for some reason, the secret room was opened again. No matter who opened it, the tragedy repeated itself, and the attacks happened one after another. Although we don't know the first few who were attacked Why do people just petrify, but that Hufflepuff dies directly? We can guess that something that ran out of the secret room attacked them, and that thing may have finally recovered the ability to kill because it became stronger and stronger. We It is guessed that the entrance or exit of the secret room is in the girl's bathroom on the second floor, but we are not sure whether the thing that escaped from the secret room is a human or some other dangerous magical animal." Scorpius was not in a hurry Talking slowly, during this period, he kept staring at the platinum noble sitting opposite him, until the other party slowly opened his mouth with an uncontrollable surprised expression because of the series of huge messages he said, Scorpius then Paused suddenly, and then said lightly, "We don't know much, if you want to ask, you can ask me directly, Potter——next time someone catches you using your clumsy tricks so ostentatiously." Act like Draco storming the Slytherin common room and I promise you'll be torn to pieces."