[HP] Noble

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Hogwarts Slytherin Cellar Headmaster's Office

dong dong——

"Professor? - good night, Professor Malfoy?"

"Enter."

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and a head with black hair cautiously poked out through the crack of the door—eyeballs of the same color as that of the jet-black hair rolled around in the eye sockets. The black-haired young man wearing a Slytherin cloak looked around the warm, dry and quiet interior of the office. Finally, Scorpius Gretel stopped his gaze behind the retro and expensive desk.

Sitting there was a very young professor. As an adult, the soft and drooping platinum forehead was combed back neatly to reveal a smooth forehead, which added a touch of maturity to him. When he slightly lowered his head and looked down At that time, the long and thick eyelashes covered the pair of beautiful silver-gray eyes, and the tight thin lips added majesty to that extremely handsome face——Draco Malfoy, in the history of Hogwarts The youngest potions professor, and head of Slytherin House.

At this moment, he was lowering his head, expressionlessly correcting the papers handed in by the students with the delicate quill in his hand. There was not much emotion on his face.

Scorpius heaved a sigh of relief, and slipped into the office through the crack of the door he pushed open. When a corner of his robe was pulled out from the crack of the door, the two colors on the doorknob hissed and said, In an incomprehensible language, the door closed behind him with a "click".

Hearing the sound of closing the door, the platinum nobleman sitting behind the desk stopped his movements for a while, threw the quill away, grabbed the pocket watch at hand and opened it, then lowered his voice and spoke lazily. Say, "You're 1 minute late, boy."

"Because I was hesitating to discuss something with you, Draco, it took me some time." Scorpius sat down on the soft chair opposite the desk without raising his head, and sat firmly He raised his head only to find that the person across the table was looking at him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why, I can't sit?"

"First of all, you should respectfully address me as 'Professor Malfoy'," the head of Slytherin said with a drawn out tone, in a tone that could not appease his anger, "Secondly, you are here to be locked up—because you are here today In the Potions class, I threw the hot cauldron directly into the cleaning pool. Even a first-year kid would not make such a mistake. If I hadn’t arrived in time, you would have become the No. 1 seventh grader in history. A Slytherin who can blow up his own cauldron."

"..." Scorpius took a deep breath, "It's just a little warm, not hot - Della - well, Professor Malfoy, I'm here to discuss this with you, you You can't just lock up a student because of your preference, especially when he is the chairman of the male student union..."

Draco chuckled.

Scorpius rolled his eyes: "I've lost my face."

"Worry."

"When did you resign?"

"Before you graduate, no." Dracote shamelessly half-truthfully said, "We are relying on this meager salary to support our family, and the prices are soaring, Mr. Gretel, winter is coming, I hear Said that the price of winter cloaks has increased again..."

“…………………………………oh come on, like you know how much they used to sell for!”

Head Slytherin, who was originally sitting behind the desk, stood up, and he walked around behind the black-haired Slytherin, in an almost half-hug gesture from behind, with one hand resting on the armrest of his armchair At the same time, he lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "Otherwise? You can find a better, more low-key way to let us be alone for a while?"

"weekend."

"I can't wait that long."

"If you can see the look on the faces of the juniors when they say to me 'oh Mr Greeter are you going to detention again', for the mental health of the next generation, you can wait."

The man who was furtively reaching out his hand to caress the side of the black-haired Slytherin's cheek paused, and after a while, Draco sneered rather irresponsibly, "So what?"

"Listen to what you're saying - 'so what'!",

"The Daily Prophet followed our wedding all the way, and the next day we took up almost all the pages of the paper - do you know what that means, Mister Great - oh, you should still be called Mrs. Malfoy , Mr. Malfoy..." Draco said, "The whole world knows that we are married, even if I strip you naked and put you on the desk to do something, it is reasonable and legal."

"........."

"What do you think?"

"As if you've never done it before," Scorpius said deadpan, "Have some healthy detention, Draco."

After Scorpius finished speaking, he immediately felt that the person standing behind him was silent for three seconds, and then he actually heard him say "Okay" very happily - just as Scorpius was confused, this guy was taking the wrong medicine When he turned around, he saw Draco come to the clean bookshelf and took down a thick, extremely delicately decorated retro heavy book. Before Scorpius had time to react, the heavy book The book fell into Scorpius' arms.

"How about copying, picky student council president?"

Scorpius ignored the ridicule and ridicule from the people around him, he lowered his head to look at the book he was holding in his arms at the moment——

"Origins of Magic? ... what the hell."

"It's about time you learned some Malfoy family history, my dear."

"Are you asking me to copy the family tree?"

"Yes."

"Draco, when did you resign?"

"At least until you graduate, don't even think about copying, my boy."

"..."