[HP] Noble

This is a relatively ordinary-looking notebook.

——The plain black outer skin, the inner pages inside are a little yellowed due to the age, and the edges have the kind of rough edges of paper and wood pulp... Scorpius was surprised to find that some of them even It looks wrinkled, and it makes a "squeaky" sound when it is turned over. It is obviously a phenomenon that will appear after being soaked in water and taken out to dry.

Scorpius held the notebook in his hands, pretending not to feel the particularly enthusiastic gaze cast on him by the platinum aristocrat at this moment - of course Scorpius knew that Draco was expecting him to keep the notebook intact Return it to him without moving... However, such a particularly "frivolous" thing falling from Draco's body from the outside to the inside, it is really impossible not to care.

Turning the book over and looking at it, there is no special words on the back cover and cover to show its origin, not even the logo of the manufacturer... After a moment of confusion, Scorpius at this time Only then did he vaguely recall that the notebook he was holding in his hand at this time has actually been seen very frequently these days. Draco carried it with him almost everywhere and would take it out to look at it at any time, but because its appearance was too Ordinary, and Draco has always looked like this nerd, so everyone didn't pay special attention.

The senior Slytherin let out a sigh of relief from the headache, and then closed the notebook with a snap.

"Where did you get the book?" Scorpius raised his eyelids and glanced at the platinum nobleman in front of him.

"Oh," the latter narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a vigilant expression, "is this an important question?"

"...I didn't think so before," Scorpius flicked his fingertips lightly on the cover of the notebook, "but now, after listening to your answer, I think we have to take a long-term view on this issue: yes , it's very important, you'd better do it honestly."

"..."

The atmosphere became a little tense for a while.

Goyle and Crabbe at the bottom of the stairs cast strange glances at the two Slytherins on the stairs—but they seemed to have long been used to not getting together to make fun of themselves, and after slightly lowering their joking voices, they got together He curled up on the sofa by the fireplace and went to rest by the fire... At this moment, Prince Slytherin tightly pursed his lips, and the expression on his face seemed to be a sign of embarrassment for the question he asked just now. Very annoyed.

a long time.

After hesitating again and again, Draco said slowly, "I picked it up."

"I picked it up?" Scorpius raised his eyebrows, "I don't know when you became a junk picker..."

"..."

This ridicule caused Prince Slytherin's face to produce a little rich emotional change. It seems that the term "picking up junk" is really new to him, at least—never—no one—will Said he - a Malfoy - was a junk picker.

"Oh, let me just say it casually, look at your bitter and vengeful look." Different from Draco's inexplicable nervousness, he glanced at the Prince Slytherin who was frowning tightly, Scott Pi sneered lazily, but the rare serious expression on his face before now relaxed.

——At this time, Scorpius, who hadn't figured out what the notebook in his hand was, didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

In fact, like all buildings with a certain history and continuous use, Hogwarts has always been mysterious-based on this, at this time Scorpius does not think that Draco just picked up which part of the school. Finding an old notebook left by a former student in a drawer is something to be fussed about... In addition to the effort at this moment, the Slytherin common room is warmed by the burning fireplace, The comfortable environment made people's bones almost fall apart, he took off his robe and put it on the stairs, then grabbed Draco and sat down on the not-so-wide stairs crowded with each other on the spot.

"You've been walking around with this notebook these days. What incredible information is recorded in it?" The senior Slytherin said while putting the notebook with a black cover on his lap, Under Draco's stare, he opened it a second time in an unhurried manner.

This time, Scorpius moved much more slowly, and then he noticed that at the top of the pages of this notebook, like most Muggle notebooks, had its own date attached, which seemed to imply that at this time he was It was a notebook that was being flipped through - but Scorpius didn't think it was Draco's diary - first of all, Draco wouldn't use such a weird, casually opened diary The notebook is used as my own diary; secondly, it is impossible for normal people to carry their diary around; finally, the date on the upper right corner of the notebook starts from August [-]...

[-]?Not to mention Draco, probably even Mr. Lucius Malfoy was probably a junior student at Hogwarts at that time.

"Wow, it looks like something older than us."

"...[-]." Draco lowered his voice, which made his voice sound very muffled, "My dad was still in his third year at Hogwarts."

"Then maybe Mr. Malfoy even knows the owner of the diary." Scorpius heard Draco say this, but he didn't take it to heart, just thought it was something Draco remembered, and followed along Feel free to chat on this topic.

At the same time, the movement of his hand did not stop. After hastily flipping through the first few pages, he was sure that even the original owner of the notebook did not intend to use it as a diary—at least in the book A small and a half of the large blank pages in the front occupies the vast majority, only occasionally can I see a few nouns or numbers written down in ink that has almost become blurred.

Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly and tried to make out the handwriting that was blurred by various problems such as soaking in water or age. He saw a few words, some herbal plants, and some magical animals—most of them were composed of It consists of very long phrases, some of which are not even in the original English. After watching carefully for a while, Scorpius barely recognized one of the words as "Flammainmortui". He doesn't know Latin, so after struggling to spell it out, Pointing to this word, he asked the platinum nobleman beside him: "What does this mean?"

Draco came over to take a look, then paused and replied, "Fire undead."

Scorpius: "..."

"What's wrong?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "I thought it was a creature that only existed in legends."

Scorpius stared at Draco for a while, and after a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said indifferently: "No, they are real."

The Lord of Fire, at least before these things really appeared outside the Hogwarts castle and tried to burn everyone in the castle into roast chickens, Scorpius also thought they were the legendary evil magic products—— It is a pity that before that battle was about to end, he looked out through a window that was almost melted, and the scene full of raging flames is still vivid in his memory.

Scorpius pointed to a few more words and asked Draco, some of which were in such an ancient language that even Draco didn't know what they meant, but almost confirmed a few words After the specific meaning, Scorpius found that most of them that can be identified are some evil, creepy existences that make people feel creepy when they are mentioned-but unfortunately, even if this is the case, they are still It's just some scattered words that were recorded, and they don't even seem to have much connection. It is conceivable that the original user of this notebook just found these creatures when he was looking up some books, and happened to have no scratch paper at hand, so he found them. Take it out and jot down bits and pieces.

"This guy can write well."

"That's just because you wrote your own handwriting like you never took calligraphy lessons."

"I just can't write cursive, Draco, compared to most people, my handwriting is at least neat."

"Yeah, most of them—Goyle and Crabbe? Oh, and those Gryffindors."

"..."

Scorpius closed his mouth, pinching the book and flipping it back quickly. Suddenly, a strange symbol with thick ink on a certain page of the hardest-hit area soaked in water caught his attention—from With a puzzled groan deep in his throat, the senior Slytherin turned the book back to the page with some concern, and then he discovered that the symbol was actually just a huge Arabic numeral "7", which was scrawled and occupied There are some messy quill scratches on the outside of the "7". Compared with the beautiful handwriting on the front, this Arabic numeral is obviously a sign that the owner is upset or thinking about something. Random doodles when doing related things.お稥冂苐 "I'm almost [-]% sure that the original owner of this notebook was a Slytherin."

Scorpius grumbled, and turned the notebook to the front—usually people would write their names or make some marks in that place to distinguish the purpose of this notebook—but this time, Scorpius found that the owner of the notebook He was not disappointed. On the lower right corner of the title page of the notebook, and in dark blue ink that has not faded, there is a small line: Gift, the best player of the year, Mr. R.

"Best golfer? What the hell is that?" Scorpius asked, staring at the line.

"Oh, this. I heard my dad say that when he was a student, this was probably the most highly anticipated individual award in the Quidditch House Cup." Draco was obviously relaxed at this moment At this moment, he propped his chin and smacked, looking a little listless, "But it was canceled later, probably because Dumbledore's players in a certain academy beat his captain on the nose for this award." Later, I finally found out that the Quidditch House Cup has caused the relationship between the four colleges to be in dire straits, and there is really no need for the colleges to be torn apart over a personal award."

"..."

"It was Ravenclaw that happened back then, but the award seemed to go to a Gryffindor later."

"..."

Scorpius made up the beautiful picture in his brain, and then silently turned the notebook in his hand backwards—almost as he expected, after the strange "7" symbol and those fragmented words, followed by What followed were dozens of blank pages in a row. After turning the notebook to the end and Scorpius almost giving up finding some information from it, he suddenly found several consecutive pages with traces of writing. Yes, each page seems to have a few lines of varying lengths written in a serious manner.

That is a very beautiful cursive font.

The dark green ink has become a little fuzzy. Now that the owner of this diary is almost confirmed to be a Slytherin, Scorpius almost wonders why the owner of the diary more than 30 years ago used ordinary cheap Ink instead of the premium stuff that more Slytherins like that are guaranteed to never fade.

Fortunately, the handwriting is not blurred enough to affect reading.

Squinting his eyes slightly, under the dim light of the Slytherin common room, Scorpius patiently began to look——

[October 1968, 10, cloudy with light rain

I wonder which professor's idea it was to "just - give the best golfer a - unremarkable book".

I'm going to put a cage of Cornish elves in his office. 】

There was a momentary emptiness on Scorpius' face, and then he turned his head and looked at His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin who was yawning next to him: "You can ask Professor Lockhart if he has a stage name "R" , and then told him that we seem to have found his diary."

"Oh, don't be stupid, it's not him." Draco paused for a half-yawn and rolled his eyes.

Scorpius gave a low laugh, and turned back again. The dates were not continuous, and it seemed that the owner of the diary did not have a good habit of keeping a diary.

[November 1968, 11 was cloudy and the weather turned colder

It is worth noting that several students in the lower grades have begun to emerge.

Counting from the beginning to today, Regulus has complained to me for the fifth time that his brother entered Gryffindor and made his mother heartbroken, and I, even as a guide, have obviously lost my sense of continuity. Soothe his patience—it is enough to repeat the same dialogue twice, there is no need for the fifth time, in fact, even the third and fourth times must have appeared when I was sleepwalking. 】

"Oh, this." Scorpius pointed to the diary, and said with a little excitement in the voice of discovering the New World, "Look, Regulus Black—the younger brother of Sirius Black!"

"Oh, my uncle." Draco looked extremely disgusted with Scorpius's behavior of peeping other people's diaries with great interest, he raised his eyebrows and showed a mocking expression, "It's a pity that he disappeared before I was born, otherwise Black The family will not be as lonely as it is today-this sentence is now for me to say, my mother is heartbroken about this, so far no one has dared to mention the name 'Reculus Black' in front of her, otherwise she will never end It's gone."

Scorpius gave Draco an annoying "tsk-tsk" and continued to flip the notebook backwards.

The content of the following diary is still complaining about some trivial things. From the content of the diary, it can be seen that this "Mr. R" is probably also a figure at the level of a schoolmaster, because he is like Draco who occasionally hates him. Complaining that the textbook knowledge is too shallow is uninspiring... Besides, he seems to have a very good relationship with Regulus-although when the name is mentioned in the diary, it is all kinds of gestures complaints.

Then, starting from a certain page, the writing style of the diary suddenly changed without warning.

This phenomenon was started by a succession of diary entries that appeared to be relatively brief and illegible.

[Damp on November 1968, 11

According to the literature, the age of wizards can be extended up to 700 years for the family bestowed by BETHOR, the second ruler.

700 years?

That might sound like a good number, but it's too short for me.

I need more time to learn knowledge, past, present, and future, "missing" and "ignorance" make people panic. 】【Overcast November 1968, 11

Haven't had a good night's sleep for two days.

An unprecedented fear gripped me.

tired. 】

【Drizzle on November 1968, 11

Life should be eternal and irrefutable. 】

Scorpius flipped back again, but regrettably found that there was only a thick stack of blank pages, and the diary came to an abrupt end here.