[HP] Noble

Scorpius listened to Draco's stream of taunts, but wasn't the least bit annoyed - in fact, those voices had now reached his ears as a string of meaningless and even cute "" Chirp chirp" or "hum chirp chirp", this makes Scorpius have the urge to laugh...

But Scorpius rationally did not laugh out loud. Although his head is indeed in chaos now, in his mind, there is still another very clear voice trying to bet with him, such as: If he really laughed heartlessly like a Gryffindor, that laughter would definitely be the last straw that broke the camel's back—and as that camel, the person sitting in front of him now , His highness, Prince Slytherin, who had already deflated his stomach all night long, would definitely throw a tantrum unceremoniously.

He might really overturn the long and happy table in front of him, full of exquisite desserts for Christmas special after dinner.

Staring intently at the platinum aristocrat with "ready to go" written on the delicate face in front of him for a while, his silver-gray pupils gradually became almost a Solidified mercury. At this moment, Scorpius only felt a warm breath flowing upwards from his lower abdomen. He gently exhaled a warm breath with the aroma of light wine, and then calmly transferred He opened his eyes and said in a calm tone: "Nonsense."

After waiting for a long time, he got such an answer—His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin showed a complex expression between "ridiculous" and "angry", he raised an eyebrow, and asked in a critical voice: "What do you think?" What?"

"I said, I didn't drink too much," Scorpius said, "I just—"

"Acting like an obnoxious alcoholic, eh?" Draco raised his voice slightly, sounding a little mean, "Okay, I get it, anyway, nothing but pumpkin juice and milk tonight I'm afraid you won't have the chance to touch any other food of any kind."

"Oh, but I don't think I'm full yet. That blueberry cheesecake looks good, except maybe a little bit of rum in it, but I don't think that's going to make much of a difference, do you think Woolen cloth?"

"..."

"...Okay, how about orange juice?"

"To shut up."

"..."

Suddenly realizing that he was probably the most unreputable prefect in history, Scorpius shut his mouth and sat aside obediently, listening to Draco chatting with Goyle and Crabbe as if he was sleepwalking , they talked about Quidditch, and laughed at the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain's new hairstyle as a torture device invented by Muggles in the last century (Scorpius guessed they wanted to say "dishwashing steel brush" or "Shoebrush" and the like), and joking about some new and interesting inventions in the spice shop lately - although most of them are classified by Draco as "boring childish pranks", it is strange What's more, he doesn't seem to be any less interested in talking about these things.

Time passed by every minute and every second, when the last piece of blueberry pudding on the long table was smoothly served under the incompatible stares of the belching Goyle and the blue-faced Ron Weasley. Crabbe snatched his own plate, and Goyle opened his mouth as if they had won some great honor as a combination. He pointed to the phoenix-shaped pudding that was probably orange flavored on the table, and rushed across the table. The red-haired Gryffindor laughed arrogantly: "Have the ability to jump on the table and eat that, Weasley - you will like this chocolate pudding!"

"You madman like a bear!" Across the table, the red-haired Gryffindor's face turned from blue to red, and finally turned the same color of ketchup as his hair, "It's obviously cranberry flavored !idiot!"

"That's not cranberry, Ron, I told you not to sneak eggnog - that's reserved for senior students!" Hermione's annoyed voice sounded immediately.

Amid Draco and Crabbe's unceremonious chuckles, Scorpius felt his temples throbbing and his whole head was hot and swollen. Now give him a bed and I'm afraid he can perform easily The stunt of "falling asleep immediately after counting to three seconds"-and the people at the table didn't realize it. Scorpius guessed that they were probably the most boring group of people in the world, because at this moment they were still thinking about that damn The phoenix pudding that no one is going to eat is endlessly arguing——

By the way, it's orange pudding, of course, and any idiot can tell.

Uh, wait a minute.

"...oh, now I'm starting to get a headache."

Frowning and propping his forehead, Scorpius grabbed a glass of iced pumpkin juice and poured it down his throat. The cool and sweet taste made him feel a little better, when Scorpius was almost listening to the happy conversation and laughter at the table When he was about to fall asleep, he vaguely heard Draco calling him, and the key words seemed to mention "the cellar" - at this time, his brain, which had become severely sluggish, worked with difficulty, and it took about five It took him a second to figure out that the meaning of this sentence probably meant "you can go back after the dinner party", he let out a long breath, and the senior Slytherin, who had long wanted to go back, rubbed his swollen temples from the table stood up.

He followed Draco almost unconsciously.

Then when he heard the sound of Goyle and Crabbe arguing with Ron Weasley behind him, he blinked and looked back to see that Goyle and Crabbe hadn't followed - and At this moment, the Slytherin prince who was walking in front seemed to have eyes behind his back, dragged his lazy voice, and said slowly: "There must be someone to send you back."

"Do you need to—"

"Need it." Draco calmly interrupted the senior Slytherin's refusal, "I'm sure no one wants to wake up the morning after Christmas to face the Slytherin House class." Huddled in the corner of the corridor and sleeping soundly with the trash can in his arms - just thinking about that picture is enough to make people shudder, and besides - oh, please excuse me... well, what's the matter?"

Draco suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, and when the topic changed, his tone suddenly became strange and subtle.

The protracted and flamboyant tone was clearly the headline method of "Malfoy's Foreign Diplomacy".

Scorpius was stunned for a moment, and after three seconds he figured out that those few polite words were not aimed at him, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then poked his head out from behind Draco— —Because of his height advantage, he easily saw what was happening not far in front of him at this moment, and now they seemed to have just walked out of the auditorium hall, and at the same time as Draco pushed open the heavy door of the auditorium, A little girl suddenly appeared from the doorway and held his way.

The little girl in front of her had light brown hair about the same color as Hermione's. From her stature and appearance, she was probably a second-year student—or even a first-year student, but she was very young anyway; The robe the girl was wearing was the result that she was probably a Ravenclaw; in the end, the workmanship of the robe was very exquisite, and it was probably a custom-made robe from abroad rather than an ordinary product of Diagon Alley-this shows from the side that this The girl's family would probably be aristocratic, or at least a pure-blood family.

Scorpius silently praised his observation ability in his heart.

At the same time, he was also very horrified to find that he had been unknowingly infected by Draco with his fluffy plot that Scorpius planned as "very unnecessary" many years ago.

Scorpius didn't know if Draco, who was just in the second grade at this time, had mastered this superb skill of "judging whether the other party is my kind in a second"-but it seems unnecessary now, because obviously at this moment The visitor had already declared his family name in a very well-mannered way—and in this way, everyone present could easily know that the person standing in front of the Slytherin family at this moment was the youngest daughter of the "Hogton" family, Kinna Hogton.

Scorpius vaguely remembers the first time he heard about the Hoggton family in the last battle, that is, they used the ancient alchemy magic circle they found from nowhere combined with the blessing of Salazar Slytherin Together, they formed a powerful barrier against the werewolf troops trying to break into the school, thus cutting off Voldemort's strong backup—and, this family has a long history, pure blood, and a family of Ravenclaws, extremely smart and Has outstanding achievements in the field of alchemy, an ancient magical classification.

For this family, Scorpius remains positive.

But Scorpius decided to reserve his opinion on the real intention of the little girl of the family blocking the way of the two Slytherins on Christmas Eve - when it was obviously late.

Apparently, Scorpius was not the only one who seemed a bit inexplicable at this moment. He clearly saw Prince Slytherin standing in front of him move, and then repeated in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing but sounded polite. Asked again: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing." The second-year Ravenclaw girl looked more relaxed than expected. She raised her chin and glanced back at Draco with the same pride. "I decided to stay in school this year. It just so happens that While my parents got the news, Mr and Mrs Malfoy got the news of your decision to stay - anyway, my mother thought I should have some ceremonial interaction with you on Christmas Day. "

...produce some ceremonial interactions.

The corners of Scorpius' lips twitched when he heard the two little ghosts-this is why he has always believed that the Gretel family hovered outside all wizarding noble families for so many years-whether it was him or his father, forever It is impossible to speak words so suitable for printing in books.

However, despite this, the little Ravenclaw girl in front of him still made Scorpius a little bit concerned. Although he refused to eat pork, it did not prevent him from watching a large group of pigs running every day for so many years. , so he can fully understand what it means to mention the so-called "parents" at this time... Oh yes, Pansy also has a fiancé at a young age. As the holidays drew to a close and the future heir to the Malfoy family was graduating from his second year at Hogwarts, the Malfoys also decided it was time to find a suitable match for their son.

Oh, the words of the parents and matchmakers.

Even things that seem too outdated in China are becoming popular in the upper class of British wizards at this time.

This made Scorpius couldn't help but think of the later Greengrass family, and then he thought of Astoria—then almost uncontrollably, he unconsciously thought of him standing in a chaotic corridor, looking out of the window. The lights of various spells flying around seemed to be in a grand fireworks show, and through the window, he looked at the Hogwarts courtyard below his feet, shooting out from the front of Zabini's wand. A green light flashed through the heart of a girl his own age, and she fell in the snow, as silently as all the others who fell one after another in this war.

At that time, the person who made Zabini kill him was standing beside him, acting very calm.

It was exactly the same as the one-size-down him standing in front of this Ravenclaw girl, smiling very calmly and calmly.

A gust of cool wind blew from the end of the corridor, and the wind mixed with the breath of ice and snow poured into Scorpius' neckline - a chaotic brain seemed to be pulled out of the mud by a person and poured over his head After dropping a bucket of ice water, Scorpius couldn't help shivering, subconsciously straightened his back, and then he found himself completely awake.

He numbly listened to Draco exchanging pleasantries with Genna Hoggton in diplomatic language inappropriate for his age but not lacking in ambiguity, even though the two of them had nothing to do with each other in the field of research—such as The Hogton family likes to study those ancient alchemy, but in comparison, the Malfoy family covers a wide range, from medical treatment to education and finally to the Ministry of Magic. If you have to name a main research line... then Probably - how to make money.

As Scorpius leaned on the porch feeling himself full from the chilly north wind, he finally heard two second graders say "good night" politely to each other, thankfully.

Jinna returned to the auditorium among her friends, and Scorpius took a closer look. When her companion asked her where she had been curiously, the little girl smiled like a blooming flower in early spring... or A cat lying on the wall on a spring night.

It was clear that after a brief tentative encounter, she was very satisfied with where her parents "intentionally belonged".

——Well, to be precise, as long as Draco thinks, it is very difficult for a woman to be dissatisfied with him.

On the road leading to the Slytherin cellar again, Draco, who was walking in front, was counting the major achievements of the Hoggton family. After listening for a while, Scorpius resisted the urge to cast a Silencer Charm on him , in a voice that doesn't sound like much ups and downs but can be a bit overwhelming (you know it's hard to do that completely), "I thought it was international law that saying 'good night' to each other meant 'That's the end of the conversation'."

Scorpius wasn't sure if Draco wrinkled his nose, but he thought he probably heard the other's snort: "Where's the international law?"

"Oh," Scorpius laughed without embarrassment, "I just appeared, and the writer is me—that's a Ravenclaw."

"Then what happened?"

Listen - so what - sexual orientation aside because obviously liking a man or a woman has more to do with your lack of morals - but - at least I thought your headlines were slanted about your future partner It would be "If also graduated from Hogwarts then the other party must be a Slytherin".

"..." Scorpius thought for a while, and faced with Draco's shamelessness, he could only repeat it again and again, "That's a Ravenclaw."

"Yes, that's right, I said it too, so what's the matter?" Draco shrugged. At this time, they had arrived at the gate of the Slytherin common room. After using the password, two signs on the gate When the snakes entangled with each other and then slid away, and the door slowly opened in front of them, Draco turned his head and glanced at the senior Slytherin standing behind him in a somewhat inexplicable way, "Not yet When it comes to getting married, if it's just a date, it doesn't matter which academy the other party is from."

Scorpius then walked into the dark passage. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the terrible rules of "the bondage of marriage and the freedom of dating" when he popularized science with the simple first-year boy who had just entered the Slytherin cellar. Well, the main science popularizers are not this group of nobles who are trying to lose their morals...

Now Draco was just one of the goddamn bastards - oh no - the leader... nothing more.

Thinking of this, Scorpius didn't know whether to smile or sneer, so after struggling for a long time, he chose a safe topic between "joke and ridicule" and "sarcasm": "The pretty girl in Gryffindor also Quite a few."

"Oh, never." This time, the voice from the front was firm, "That's the bottom line."

Before welcoming the warm breath of the cellar and the flickering yellow light, Scorpius rolled his eyes fiercely at the last bit of darkness in the tunnel.

Walking out of the passage, the stairs leading to the prefect's bedroom are right next to him. Scorpius stepped on the first step almost without thinking about it. At this moment, he suddenly heard Prince Slytherin behind him. His Highness fell silent for a while, and then very quickly, with Scorpius both feet on the stairs, Draco asked a question that nearly made Scorpius fall down the stairs—

"You're not happy about that?"

As soon as his knees gave way, Scorpius' body shook dangerously, but he quickly grabbed the handrail of the stairs to keep himself on his feet. He didn't roll down the stairs in embarrassment and ended up wringing his own neck on Christmas Day. Turning his head stiffly - looking down at Draco - at this moment, the latter was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his chin slightly raised and looking at him expressionlessly.

For the most part, Draco didn't like looking up at people like that.

But Scorpius just wanted to say that even so, his momentum was not lost to anyone at all.

Scorpius' lips twitched, and he said, "Oh—"

"Oh?" Prince Slytherin raised his eyebrows, "What does 'oh' mean?"

"..."

It just means "speak to you and get the hell out of here," you bastard.

Probably the expression on the face of the sixth-year Slytherin at this moment was so entangled that the second-year Slytherin standing under the stairs realized that he probably took the initiative in this silent confrontation, so After a few seconds, he moved, and with graceful and soundless steps he stepped up the stairs under Scorpius' feet, and that foot seemed to be stomping heavily on Scorpius' heart—or face...

The common room at this moment was eerily quiet.

It was as if time and air had frozen at this moment.

Scorpius stood on the stairs, watching the platinum nobleman walking towards him step by step with a ghost-like expression - finally, he stopped at a place that was still one step away from him, but it was already very close , Next, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin of the second year made an unexpected movement—he raised his hand, and then gently picked up Scorpius' hand on the stair railing and placed it on the The palm of your hand, and then cover it with your other hand.

He didn't speak.

He just focused on wiping the delicate tail ring worn on the little finger of Scorpius with the thumb of the hand covering the back of Scorpius - platinum inlaid with more than a dozen diamonds of the same size and quality gravel-sized emeralds, each surrounded by olive branches.

Last Christmas, Draco gave him this thing as a Christmas present in the name of "travel craft".

But now...

"It's not actually a handicraft." After staring at the ring for a while, Draco suddenly said in a rambling manner. His voice was a little low when it sounded in the quiet common room, as if It was a sound coming from deep in the throat.

"What?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows subconsciously.

After Draco took a deep breath, it was as if a puff of turbid air was exhaled from his chest, and then he continued calmly as if he had made up his mind: "It's not a handicraft, it's a really valuable fairy product."

"..."

"Don't say that you can pick any three of the ten silver coins, even if you use a warehouse of silver coins, you can't exchange for such a ring."

Draco let go of the senior Slytherin's hand, and looked at him quietly.

Obviously he was counting on the senior Slytherin to figure something out of it.

But unfortunately, Scorpius didn't.

At this moment, his thinking has completely diverged along that "silver Sickle in a warehouse". The day they were going to drown in the secret room together - of course there was no so-called damn engagement ring - now that I think about it, it seems that it was not because of any "circumstances forced me to pay so much attention" relationship - the real reason was probably Because as early as N years ago, Draco had already given this thing that seemed so suitable as a "proposal ring" to his guide as a Christmas gift.

Oh, this is really...

There was a soft "crack" sound from the explosion of firewood in the fireplace.

"Draco."

"what?"

"Do you believe in divination?"

"Do not believe."

"Trust it once, I'm good at this--I won't charge you any money today." Scorpius leaned slightly, approached Prince Slytherin and said expressionlessly, "Judging from your face , you may be a bachelor for the rest of your life and then an old life for the rest of your life.”