[HP] Noble

"Maybe the graffiti was there when Dumbledore was still at school, Draco," said Scorpius, good-naturedly, as he walked up the tower stairs, "he might think it was art." Kind of—like preppy decor."

"Oh of course, how could I have forgotten," Draco said in a tone that sounded sarcasm, "Our headmaster was once a complete Gryffindor madman, even now he is old, Just turned into an out-and-out Gryffindor madman."

Scorpius chuckled lightly, and said without any condemnation: "That's right, you can't accept Gryffindor's aesthetics, just like Potter and the others can't appreciate Slytherin's common room."

After Scorpius finished speaking, he strangely heard a sudden silence behind him. He looked back curiously—then unexpectedly saw the platinum nobleman staring at him with shocked and angry eyes. The pair of silver-gray pupils were extremely bright under the flickering light of the oil lamp on the wall: "You said Potter and the others dare to comment on our common room? - how dare they - oh, they should pay for it The price! If I knew this, I definitely wouldn't have let them walk out on two legs safely like this!"

"Judging from the aesthetics of most Gryffindors, it might be a bad thing to be recognized by them."

Scorpius said lightly, of course there is no false element in his tone - in fact, most Slytherins have a very similar side, for example, people who come out of this academy will always have a bias towards their own aesthetics Because of stubborn self-confidence - yes, believe it or not, even Professor Snape thought he was awesome in his black double-breasted sweater, black trousers, black shoes and black robe from head to toe...

According to Scorpius' observation, if the final composition of a family is "a Gryffindor" and "a Slytherin", no matter how much they love each other, they will eventually use "green" for the decoration on the fireplace at home. Or use "red" to make a big fight--

The wedding of Fred and Daphne was almost divorced without getting married because of the question of whether to use green or red invitation cards for the guests; the fence in the yard outside the house of Professor Snape and Sirius Black once It turns red and then green overnight; and since Wood and Flint are both people with no aesthetics at all, their family is unexpectedly harmonious-thanks to their having a Quidditch that they also love so much Odd team, which means that when they have a dispute in this regard, it is easy to get a third answer that satisfies both parties.

Oh, and without further ado, although what Scorpius is saying now is overwhelmingly in favor of putting things to rest, it doesn't mean that when they come to the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, he won't be yelling at the fat woman painting The scarlet drapery on the frame wrinkled the nose—gold frame, scarlet drapery, nothing unexpected.

And at this moment, Scorpius thought of another serious question - he blinked, turned his head and looked at the platinum noble who followed him silently in the darkness: "Password?"

Draco gave a very annoying half-smile.

"Okay, your expression tells me that we don't know the password, and it's all my fault." Scorpius said with a straight face, while he lowered his head and began to hang the dragon leather bag on his waist It was as if he was looking for something between the master and the apprentice, until His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin behind him came up curiously and asked him what he was doing, and he said without looking up, "I'm looking for am I smart enough?" By the way, I brought two talismans of the Wall-Piercing Curse—I really hope that thing can work in Hogwarts, you think Dumbledore wouldn't think of guarding against things other than Western magic?—”

Speaking of this, Scorpius suddenly thought of Mr. Savior of Gryffindor who was rescued by him from the middle of the Quidditch pitch with a wind spell in his first year.

At that time, for some special reason, Dumbledore personally cast a spell on the Quidditch pitch to prevent outside interference—it was probably for Potter’s benefit—but this decision almost cost Potter’s life in the end. — until Scorpius discovered that the "defensive object" of the barrier against interference did not seem to include the "tricks" he used.

Scorpius sighed, and under Draco's very distrustful gaze, he pulled out two crumpled pieces from his dragon skin pocket—the pale yellow talismans that were used to press the bottom of the box, and waved them between his fingertips. He waved it and shook it flat: "Oh, well, I guess nine out of ten it's fine."

"Nine times out of ten?" Draco asked critically, "Excuse me, if you don't mind, I would like to ask what happens when the remaining 'one' and 'two' happen?"

Scorpius blanked his face for three seconds, then turned to look at Draco and said, "...stuck in the wall?"

Draco looked like he was trying to keep himself from turning his head away. In the dark, he stared at the senior Slytherin in front of him and said dryly: "Sounds great, you know the walls of Gryffindor Integration is the greatest pursuit of my life.”

Scorpius scratched his head and smiled apologetically: "We won't be so unlucky."

"Unlucky? You mean it depends on my luck whether I'll hang my head on the wall like a house-elf when the sun comes up tomorrow morning for all to see? — oh, You don't mind if I can't laugh now, do you?" Draco showed an arrogant expression, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand and pushed Scorpius forward, letting him stand at the entrance of Gryffindor Beneath the frame of the huge oil painting, "Okay, happy times always go so fast - now let's get down to business, please look up, and politely tell this sleepy-eyed stare at us The long-standing 'Mrs. Rich', whose password is 'Godric's Mad Hatter'."

Scorpius: "..."

Scorpius didn't speak, and for a moment he thought Draco was just joking with him - but surprisingly, as soon as the Platinum Noble's words fell, he heard immediately in the portrait, lying on the edge of the frame The sleepy fat woman said in a listless voice, "Although I don't know what you are going to do in the Gryffindor lounge in the middle of the night, the password is correct."

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire huge picture frame slanted to one side like a skirt lifted up slightly by a noblewoman when she curtseyed, revealing the dark passage behind the picture frame—and this At the end of the passage, apparently leading to the Gryffindor common room.

Scorpius: "..."

Under Scorpius' stare, Master Malfoy straightened his thick cloak very calmly, completely hid his thin and pale chin in the high collar, and said vaguely, "Let's go."

This time Draco was ahead.

And Scorpius was left behind because he was too shocked for a moment.

The tunnel leading to the common room in Gryffindor is narrower and shorter than that of Slytherin, and as Slytherin, Scorpius realizes that he will probably never know that he has to "crawl" back to the common room every day. What do the Gryffindors in the common room think, and right now, the situation means he can only hurry up and ask what Draco wants to ask when he's hunched over and crawling forward slowly, complaining. question……

"—how did I not know you knew the Gryffindor common room password?"

"...Aren't you afraid of biting your own tongue?"

"—oh, I mean, how do you know the password to the Gryffindor common room?"

"...because there was a student in Gryffindor named Neville Longbottom, a 'genius' who needed his grandma to send memory balls to the school in the first year - note, the mocking key to this sentence There are three words, 'Grandma', 'First Grade' and 'Memory Ball'."

"So?" Scorpius asked back.

Draco smirked towards a corner where no one could see: "So, when he recited the password in Potions class, the noise was so loud that one might suspect that he was actually inviting us to be guests in disguise."

When Draco graciously answered the questions that puzzled Scorpius, they finally stood on the carpet in the Gryffindor common room-of course, the carpet with red and gold as the main color, Scorpius watched carefully Looking around, he was surprised to find that he didn't find anything similar to the "prefect's dormitory"—and at this moment, as if he had already guessed what Scorpius was thinking, the platinum noble standing beside him raised his head. He straightened his platinum-blonde hair that was falling softly because he hadn't sprayed it with hairspray just after taking a bath, and said lightly: "Come on, in the whole of Hogwarts, only Slytherins who respect the privileged class have prefects." bedroom."

When these words come out of other people's mouths, it might make people think that he is swearing.

But when Draco said that, it sounded like it was really just a statement - he didn't think there was anything wrong with advocating the privileged class, as if maybe there might be a bunch of aliens in another dimension of the universe Feeling that 'one plus one equals three' is as rational as it is strong.

The Hogwarts house-elves hadn't come out to start tidying up at this time, which meant that the Gryffindor common room was insanely messy, full of parchment and opened and uncovered books. Ink bottles can be seen everywhere, and quills are randomly inserted into the ink bottles. All kinds of magic books and Muggle magazines are not rare at all. Seeing a Muggle porn magazine, the senior Slytherin calmly kicked it under the sofa before Draco could see it crumbling.

Finally, after Draco kicked a Muggle football into the air because of his inattentive step, they finally found the only staircase in the common room leading to the boys' dormitory.

Going up the stairs, after Longbottom's "gracious invitation", they discovered the second surprise tonight: a corridor similar to Slytherin's ordinary boys' dormitory and two rows of rooms, the density of which is much denser , and each door is hung with a name plate carved out of wood.

Draco pulled out his hawthorn wand, listened to the spell with a closed earplug, then flicked his wand impatiently and cast a rather subtle lighting spell - he obviously controlled his magic to let the lighting The spell was in a weak state, so the light would not pass through the cracks at the bottom of the door to any of the dormitories, but this meant that he could only hold the tip of his wand and look at the names one by one—

"It's unbelievable," said Prince Slytherin in a surprised tone. "Six people share a dormitory. What's the difference between this and a pigsty?"

"There are many people in Gryffindor." Although he used a shielding spell, Scorpius still unconsciously wanted to lower his voice.

Compared with his prudence, the second-year Mr. Malfoy is obviously much more unscrupulous - at the moment he is curling his lips and showing his signature sneering expression: "Yeah, the sow gave birth There's a lot of time too—you guess there's a little connection there?"

Scorpius rolled his eyes and ignored him, because at this moment, he was already standing in front of a room with the signboard saying "Harry Potter" and "a lot of other people who don't care who they are", squinting slightly After looking up again to confirm that he was not mistaken, he took out two invisibility talismans again, first slapped one on Draco's shoulder, and then it was his turn—when everything was ready, he Then he drew his wand, and cautiously cast an ordinary lockpicking spell.

With a light "click", the wooden door slowly opened in front of him with a "squeak".

Scorpius went in first.

Draco lingered at the door for a while and sounded reluctant to follow—because he heard Dean when Scorpius lifted the first curtain like a thief to see who was sleeping in the four-poster bed. Raco muttered something "like a pervert" behind him - which, Scorpius said, didn't matter - they were looking for perverts tonight anyway.

The super pervert who has messed up the magic world for decades.

When pulling back the curtains of the second four-poster bed, Scorpius finally found the person he was looking for-Potter was fast asleep on the bed, and Scorpius saw Potter lying next to the pillow at a glance. That black diary—Obviously, Mr. Savior is going to have a good habit of looking through it before going to bed.

Scorpius was about to reach out to take it, when suddenly, the curtain that he opened a slit implicitly was torn apart a lot - a platinum nobleman who joined in the fun squeezed in through the big opening, and he looked at it. The Gryffindor savior, who didn't provoke anyone and didn't provoke anyone, just slept in his own bed, said in the aria that can only be heard in church: "Oh, my God, I wish someone could Pity the boy, and tell him kindly—he looks like a toad when he sleeps!"

Scorpius: "..."

Unscrupulously speaking ill of him in front of the person himself - Scorpius felt that at least none of the several uses listed in the textbooks for listening to the earplugs spell was for people to use in this way.

And at this time Draco hadn't stopped, he made a disgusted sound, and said in a fuss: "Look, he put that diary next to the pillow like a treasure--Merlin's flowery pants, didn't he?" There's something wrong with it - it's something I picked up from the standing water next to the toilet - and Moaning Myrtle's only hobby seems to be performing fancy diving in that toilet every day - how can he talk himself into it By the pillow?"

Scorpius rolled his eyes for the first time tonight.

He stretched out his hand, clamped the diary with two fingers, and carefully——

"You know, looking at Potter this way I can't stop stuffing something up his nostrils before walking away, and I don't expect you to be walking around with a carrot and say what you have in there that fits— —”

"Oh, Draco, for Merlin's sake, don't shake me—"

Before Scorpius could finish his words, the diary that was already precariously held between his fingertips fell off with a "snap", and landed firmly on Potter's face!

Scorpius only felt the hand on his arm stop abruptly, and just as Potter let out a pained cry, he swore that he had never reacted so quickly from his trouser pocket in his life. Li took out his wand, and said a spell quickly with such strength and speed that he almost poked the tip of the wand into Potter's nostril——

A pink light flashed, and the Gryffindor savior, who was about to wake up from the pain, suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he clicked his lips, turned over and let out a long and loud cry.

Scorpius let out a long breath.

Grabbing the diary again and clamping it under his arm, he turned around and stared at the platinum noble beside him: "Thank you!"

The latter smirked at him without looking guilty at all: "You're welcome."

After the two got the things, they quickly evacuated almost without hesitation. When they went down the stairs, Scorpius was still complaining about Draco's untimely trouble-and the latter obviously had strong rebuttal excuses, such as——

"Come on, if I hadn't come with you mercifully, you wouldn't even be able to get through the Gryffindor door tonight - oh yeah, maybe you feel like a house-elf putting your own head on There's really no shame in hanging on a Gryffindor wall!"

"Compared with being found by Potter - a Slytherin prefect - lying on his bed in a prostrate position in the middle of the night, I really can't decide which is more embarrassing!"

"That's why you can't handle it yourself!"

"If you have the ability, don't shake my hand!"

……

Another little-known use of listening to spells with earplugs: brawling unscrupulously in the common room of other colleges.

There is no need to worry about the sound of two people descending the stairs louder than the other, who will be disturbed - don't even worry that the wooden stairs will be trampled by yourself - after all, they belong to other colleges.

So in the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night, two tall and short figures walked down the stairs at high speed, and when they were arguing and trying to compete whose footsteps sounded more angry, suddenly Suddenly, both of them saw an extra person standing beside a certain sofa in the common room!

The two Slytherins silenced at the same time——

In fact, to be precise, they were terrified.

It would be like this for anyone else——in the dark and windy night, in the common room with only dim moonlight, I suddenly saw a thin girl in white pajamas with shoulder-length hair hugging her shoulders and leaning against her. Shivering on the edge of the sofa...

At this time, the moonlight showed its face from behind the dark clouds, finally casting a little clearer light into the quiet lounge, which allowed Scorpius to see the head of the "White Ghost" in the first place He froze for a moment, subconsciously looking at Draco - who was obviously looking at him in bewilderment at the moment.

"Ginny Weasley?" Draco frowned. "What the hell is she doing up here so late at night?"

That tone, as if he appeared here in the middle of the night without sleep is very righteous.

Scorpius pursed his lips, and the little doubt in his heart about the Weasley little sister became more certain—at the same time, as if to prove his guess, after hesitating for a while, Jin Ni stood up from the sofa slowly, her bare feet were still trembling on the carpet, and every step was full of hesitation, she looked extremely pale.

However, she was indeed walking towards the direction where Scorpius and the others were step by step—and behind Scorpius and the others were the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory.

"...I haven't cared about the life of the poor magic family for many years. It seems that some aspects of their concepts have been liberated by leaps and bounds. Tell me, who is this little weasel's boyfriend?"

Draco said abruptly behind Scorpius.