[HP] Noble

If Lucius Malfoy got the news at this moment and got out of bed and rushed to Hogwarts overnight, then seeing this scene before him, he might faint at the door of the medical wing——

At this moment, the compartment in the medical wing was quiet, and there were only three people staying in the entire room that was obviously cast some kind of space magic.

Of the four hospital beds placed side by side, only the middle one is slightly raised. A dark-haired Slytherin who looks to be about 17 years old is lying quietly on the hospital bed. His breathing is even, and he seems to have just fallen into a tired sleep state. .

On the left side of the hospital bed, sat this year's leader of the second year of Slytherin House.

He has the most iconic platinum-blond hair of the historic Malfoy family, pale skin that is almost transparent, and silver-gray pupils that are as beautiful as glass beads-for most people, having such a look will It means that when he becomes an adult, he will inherit a certain treasure house deep in Gringotts, and the rare treasures in the treasure house are probably beyond the imagination of ordinary people in this lifetime... And at this time, just stepping into the second The delicate facial features of the future heir of the Malfoy family have not been fully opened, which makes him look like an antique that should be placed in a collection cabinet when he maintains a deadpan and somewhat arrogant expression Ceramic dolls.

At this time, his facial expression looked extremely relaxed. Although there were a few scratches and stains on his face that had not been treated in time, this did not prevent him from placing his hands on his buttocks dignifiedly and gracefully like a true nobleman. On both sides of the armchair below, he looked at the uninvited guest in the ward with a blank expression——

Across a hospital bed and the black-haired Slytherin who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, at this time, on the other side, sat the only third person in the room.

To the right of the hospital bed, in an armchair of the same style, was Mr. Head Slytherin four years later.

After four years of growth, compared to the kid in the second grade, every strand of his short platinum-blond hair is hanging softly and obediently where they should be, and his facial features have completely lost their childishness. It made him look more handsome but also meaner than when he was a child. The color of the silver-gray pupils turned into a slightly darker mercury color. When he lowered his eyes, the long eyelashes could be seen under the pale eyes. Casts a small shadow on the skin.

At this time, the adult Draco Malfoy was leaning on the armchair with his legs crossed and a relaxed and lazy posture. On one side of the armrest, a slender index finger casually tapped on the armrest. At the root of that index finger, there was an antique ring engraved with the Malfoy family crest that only the master of the Malfoy family could have.

But at this moment, facing the vigilant scrutiny of the self from four years ago on the other side of the bed, His Majesty the King of Slytherin four years later silently rolled his eyes impatiently in his heart.

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin and His Majesty the King Slytherin, facing themselves in different periods, were relatively speechless for a while... Oh, to be honest, they even looked at each other a little annoyingly.

"So, you are still here." After about ten minutes, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin finally seemed to be unable to bear it and said, "It seems that the research and development of the time twister in a few years is quite successful, and it can actually make the Time travel has lasted so long without any trouble."

On the other side of the hospital bed, the movements of the fingers that were lightly bouncing on the armrest stopped abruptly.

"More successful than you can imagine."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin raised the corners of his lips: "However, letting your former self see yourself seems to violate the relevant regulations of the Ministry of Magic."

Oh, this is indeed the expression he would show when he was young... Draco thought calmly, and then recalled what kind of response he hated most when he was complacent about something, and paused , continued and said lightly: "Rules change with people. Many unexpected things have happened in four years, and the rules will also undergo earth-shaking changes—ah, but the principle of confidentiality has been completely preserved... …you should know exactly what those are, I remember jotting them down when I stumbled across them in first grade."

Therefore, due to the principle of confidentiality, I will not tell you anything.

If you are full of doubts, just hold back yourself.

His Majesty the King of Slytherin glanced at his former self casually, and was satisfied to see the momentary stiffness on that still memorable face, and then his eyes shifted again, to the moment lying on his face. The black-haired Slytherin on the hospital bed in front of him - he looks like he has been treated with a simple cleaning spell, the blood and venom on his body are gone, but there is a strange cleansing spell on his body before he can use it There will be a special taste.

... This look of dying does not seem to make people feel very happy physically and mentally.

Compared with the current combination of one sitting and one lying down, in fact, the adult Draco is more used to the combination of him half lying on the bed reading a book, and the black-haired Slytherin sitting at the table doing other things— —In the past few days, they have all spent like this. They can not have more than ten conversations in a whole day, but no one expresses embarrassment or boredom.

It's like the closest people only talk to each other when they need to talk to each other.

Getting used to each other is like getting used to the air around you.

Although he has lost part of his memory and only has a vague idea of ​​the identity of the person in front of him, Draco knows that he likes this feeling - in order to express respect for his love, he is very concerned about the black hair in front of him Young people... Oh, to be precise, they should be quite concerned.

Even if no one told him what their relationship was before he lost part of his memory, Draco could guess some of it, and he didn't need others to tell him this information, because some things used There is no way to fully express it in words——

What he lost, he would find a way to get back by himself.

So, even though there is a time gap between the two, when the person he cares about is in danger, he can still smell the danger accurately - he was enjoying his afternoon tea when the silver fork slipped out of the plate He made a rather harsh and harsh voice. From the third day since Draco learned to eat utensils, he would not make this kind of impolite mistake again. He, the young master of the Malfoy family.

He felt his danger as naturally as a normal person would feel a change in the air around him.

So he found Dumbledore almost without much hesitation, asked him to take a time twister, and then, under Dumbledore's prompt, learned about what happened in his second year, and hurried here again— —He had to say that he came at exactly the right time, maybe he could be earlier, but definitely not later.

At this moment, there must be only one corpse covered with a white cloth lying on the hospital bed in front of him at this moment.

Draco thought he had all sorts of abilities—but none of them included a heaven-defying project like bringing the dead back to life.

He had to admit that at this moment he could still feel how unforgettable the heart-pounding feeling when he blew open the wall of the secret room and saw the scene inside-this made him silent for a long time just now, he must This method should be used to suppress all the negative emotions that the momentary fear brought to his heart.

At this time, he was waiting for the black-haired young man to wake up, and with his help, he could get back his memory, and then return to the time and space that really belonged to them.

So in the process of waiting, he found that he had to face another very difficult self.

"If Gretel just came to me from your time for a certain purpose, I think you can at least tell me that so-called purpose."

"memory."

"What memory?"

"A bunch of stupid students, a damn potion accident, a break in my memory chain that caused me to lose quite a bit of memory... like a working machine, all the parts are still there There, but one of the parts that kept them in working order broke, so I needed a new replacement part to be reconnected."

After hearing the words from himself four years later, Prince Slytherin's face became slightly tense: "I'm afraid I don't have what you want here."

"If not, this guy wouldn't risk time travel to run to your side, brat." His Majesty the Slytherin King finally showed an impatient expression, "You, or me, in the first and second grades The memory of the time is the broken part, Gretel came to this place, collected them, and then completed the last one, pulling away some important breakpoints—”

"Don't even think about it." The second-year platinum nobleman interrupted the other party's words without hesitation. He raised his chin arrogantly, revealing his selfish nature without any concealment—even though the situation he was facing at this moment was fundamentally Even himself, he could still say mercilessly, "I don't need to pay for the stupid mistakes you made."

"Oh, it's really touching and determined," His Majesty King Slytherin showed a mocking face, "I probably said the same to another me who lost his memory four years ago."

"I wouldn't be as stupid as you - became a professor, but was sent to the medical wing in the first few days of class, and lost my memory?" The second-year platinum noble quickly made a face, " This is so stupid and I will never allow this to happen to me."

"What's the difference? Four years ago, I used to speak as beautifully as you. What happened?" The adult version of Draco calmly cast a sideways glance at himself, who was completely immune to his own sarcasm. Yes, after all, "Calling my future self stupid" doesn't have any meaning other than wasting saliva and being a bit stupid, so he paused, and then said slowly, "As a result, I'm still Why don't you just sit here and listen to me from four years ago yelling at me?"

Draco fell.

Then he was satisfied to see that sitting on the other side of the hospital bed, the four-year-old self closed his mouth - his face was paler than before, probably because of anger.

...Oh, by the way, I hope he got rid of the habit of pouting when he was angry when he was in the third grade, it's so childish.

a long time.

He heard the person on the other side asking angrily again—this time it sounded slightly compromised——

"Which memory will you take?"

"..."

Draco found himself not wanting to answer his own question at all.

Because he knew exactly what kind of reaction he would have when he heard the answer—it was nothing more than continuing to yell—of course, if someone dared to make the same request as him now, he would not yell, he would It will directly kill that person.

But this is impossible.

After all, things just happened—at least in the theory of the time refutation.

So after thinking about it for a while, he put down his raised legs, and his heavy dragon leather boots fell to the ground with a "boom", and he tried not to show any emotion and said, "I'm afraid it's about...um , something about the Chamber of Secrets, something about the Philosopher's Stone, oh, and everything about this guy."

As he spoke, he nodded vaguely with his chin at the black-haired young man who was sleeping unconscious on the bed at the moment, paying attention to the subtle changes in his words.

However, he didn't expect such a small language trick to fool even the self four years ago—so when he found that the other party's fur exploded like an angry bird when he heard the last sentence, he Not surprised at all.

"You mean, in the past two years, I can't remember all the horrible crimes I have suffered when I was with this guy? Including the hell dog that was bleeding, the devil vine trying to strangle me to death, and There is the chair under the white queen's ass, I was almost smashed by it, and now you tell me that I must forget the crime I have suffered?" said the second-year Prince Slytherin with a face full of disbelief, "I risked my life to open the Chamber of Secrets, and now you're telling me that I'm about to forget where the entrance is?"

"It's impossible."

"How stupid are you that you have to let yourself suffer like this four years ago!!"

"I've said it all, it's impossible."

"Now what's the point of saying that! If I had to hand over my memory - make it all blurry, and when people ask about my guide, I'll be like a white-eyed wolf who can't even remember that I can't remember who it is—" the second-year platinum nobleman said, for a moment he seemed to have something to say, but he stopped the car in time and closed his mouth with a pale face.

"I know what you're going to say," the adult Draco sat up a little, and he found it not so easy to negotiate with himself, "but you have to figure it out, I sent this guy to you temporarily , for the time being, do you understand the meaning of this word? I can look through a dictionary when I was one year old, so I know you understand... The expiry date of timeliness is over, as for your share, you'd better be patient Temperament learns to wait for itself."

"Oh, yes," the second-year platinum nobleman smirked, "When facing this, we have to be 'you' and 'me'?"

"How did I forget that my favorite thing to do when I was a child was to occupy other people's things."

"I'm so happy, it seems that after four years, I still have the same hobbies."

"It doesn't make a lot of sense to blame yourself here."

"You'll see that I'm not getting anything out of it," said the second-year platinum nobleman. "For a Malfoy to give something, they have to get something in return."

"You've got it, remember how annoying you are right now, because that's exactly why I haven't pulled my wand yet."

"..."

"..."

"I think it's better that we stop trying to continue any conversation until Gretel wakes up."

"Acknowledge the decision."