[HP] Noble

When he was a child, Scorpius finally knew why they needed to gather at Malfoy Manor, because the gathering place for the Portkeys was on the top of Mount Genu behind Malfoy Manor—of course, this did not rule out that Malfoy Mr. Fu spent some Galleons to buy a convenience at the Ministry of Magic.On the top of the mountain that cast the Muggle repelling spell, Blaise Zabini and his eighth stepfather were already waiting there when Scorpius and the others appeared in the dew, accompanied by Goyle and Crabbe and their respective fathers.

"Good morning, Lucius—oh, look who it is! Kyle Grace!—my old friend, it's good to see you again!"

Zabini's stepfather greeted him first, and after a polite greeting with Mr. Malfoy, he gave Scorpius' father a simple hug.Before coming here, Scorpius had heard Draco mention Zabini's eighth stepfather, an English-German mixed-race man who was also born in Slytherin and returned to Germany after graduating from Hogwarts, and then entered Germany The Ministry of Magic, two years later, quickly took over the all-important post of Minister of Justice.

In fact, when Draco said "eighth stepfather", Scorpius thought he had something wrong with his ears.

The adult men who gather here today have a pivotal position in the magic circles of various countries, but when their wives are not around, their first task is to be a father who can take good care of their sons—even including the ordinary Lucius Malfoy with a smiling face, every adult pulled out his wand after a simple exchange of greetings, impatiently waving different rays of light, trying to find magic traces in a certain corner, so as to find that nasty door key.

Under the guise of not being able to use any magic during the holidays, the children gathered happily and leisurely. They haven’t seen each other for most of the summer vacation. They have something to say—Scorpius stretched his neck and looked around: “We’re going to have they gone?"

"Otherwise you still want to stay here for lunch?" Draco put his hands in his pockets, squinting impatiently as he watched the adults walking back and forth in the grass not far away.

Zabini smiled and looked at the back of the platinum nobleman's head and said, "Oh, Draco, I thought you could be kinder."

Draco paused, turned his head and glanced at the handsome dark-skinned boy strangely, and growled in a low voice, looking very surprised: "Did you eat troll brains for breakfast, Blaise, I just came back for a summer vacation, so I don't need to drop by." Change my character."

Goyle and Crabbe laughed happily.

Scorpius said dryly, "Yo, you seem to be quite happy with yourself."

"Yes." Draco raised his slender jaw arrogantly, straightened his neckline, "Is there any problem?"

"Not at all, Your Royal Highness." Zabini shrugged and returned a fake smile. This summer vacation, he seemed to have taken a growth-promoting potion. If Draco only looks like he has grown taller, then he is definitely real. It really grew at least a few centimeters taller.Thinking of his mother's sentence "You're getting fat", Scorpius snorted and decided not to think about this question anymore——

"Wait, why didn't you see Pansy?" he asked.

"It's obvious, gills. Girls are never interested in that..." Draco explained, "Did you notice that Mother was only willing to send us to the gate of the manor - in her opinion, Quidditch It's a rough and dangerous sport."

"My mom thinks so too," Goyle agreed, scratching his head. "She doesn't even want my dad to bring me to see it."

Crabbe smiled honestly, looking a little silly: "Me too, but I threatened to run away from home if my mother wouldn't let me come—"

This topic obviously attracted Draco, and he let out a disdainful nasal sound, and some put on a lecture: "For Merlin's sake, you are almost 15 years old, Crabbe - run away from home!" Crabbe He obviously wanted to say something more, but in the bushes not far away, an adult made a pleasantly surprised voice. "It's pretty fast this year," Draco muttered, brushing the loose hair on his forehead, and walked to the center of the clearing first, and the other boys hurriedly followed him, where Scorpius' father was holding a A goblet with a hole in it.

Lucius Malfoy's facial muscles twitched rapidly before regaining his composure, and he said deadpan, "I think I forgot to give that idiot an extra ten Galleons to get him a slightly more respectable door." keys, not—”

"A broken goblet." Mr. Great acted exactly the same as Mr. Malfoy. He threw the glass on the grass in disgust, and under Scorpius' stunned gaze, he took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it hand.

"Beak, Dad!—" Scorpius said jokingly in Chinese, "You even helped mother dig earthworms to feed carp at home!—"

Mr. Great paused, then put the handkerchief back into his pocket calmly, and replied solemnly in Chinese: "For the sake of the Jade Emperor, don't expose me, son."

"—Who is that?" Draco asked, suddenly appearing on Scorpius' right, who blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry—what?"

Draco frowned slightly, and after thinking about it for a long while, Prince Slytherin parted his thin lips lightly, and faintly squeezed out four Chinese pronunciations: "Jade Emperor... Great Emperor?"

"Hey!" Scorpius stared at him, as surprised as if he was about to eat Draco in one bite, "You actually learned Chinese?"

Regarding his question, Draco raised an eyebrow with some dissatisfaction, and asked dangerously: "You think I'm joking?"

Yes.Scorpius laughed dryly: "No, how could it be."

"Then put away this stupid expression—your eyeballs are about to drop." The platinum nobleman glanced at him contemptuously from the corner of his eye, "Has anyone ever told you that you have no talent in lying?"

Scorpius closed his mouth resentfully.At this time, Mr. Malfoy took out his wand, "Reparo (restored as before)—" he waved lazily at the dilapidated goblet lying on the lawn, and the gap on the rim of the goblet was completely filled. Rounded, the tip of the wand flicked again, "Scourgify!".

Now, lying among the crowd is a brand new, crystal clear goblet.

"Sorry, OCD." Mr. Malfoy put away his wand with a smirk.

"Oh, I can understand your little problem, Lucius," said Mr. Gretel indulgently, and he gave Scorpius a hand. "Come here, son, put your hand on this cup—no no no Not now, you move when I say one, two, three... At the same time, hold my sleeve tightly with the other hand and don't let go- put away your terrible eyes, young dads, I believe you don't want to let yourselves son broke his neck."

Lucius showed a half-smile expression, and nodded jokingly with a drawn-out tone: "Of course, Kyle Grace——Draco, come on, for your fragile neck, hold me tight."

Draco turned his head and smirked at Scorpius: "Thanks to you, dear Scorpius, I haven't pulled my father's robe since I was five years old."

Scorpius glared at him, turned his head and protested to his father in Chinese in a low voice in embarrassment: "Dad, I'm not a baby anymore, for God's sake, don't do this?"

"Better than your ridiculous face," said Mr. Great, deadpan, "I'm more afraid of you breaking your own neck. Your mother promised me that if you poke something out, I'll end up worse than your parents. The one-year-old dog was worse—" He paused, then raised his voice suddenly, "Well, gentlemen, put your hands over here and hold on tight, now, one-two-three-"

...it doesn't feel much better than Floo powder.

As if a cold hook had caught his belly button suddenly, Scorpius felt that he was about to be folded in half and stuffed into a moving box, spinning like a drum washing machine—fortunately, the process was over Very quickly, he lay down on another piece of wet grass, and the surrounding air became less fresh. Although it was still good, there was still a special smell of people in it——after Zabini kindly stretched out his hand to drag him As he got up, Scorpius noticed that at least all the people who came with him were standing.

A cold fingertip suddenly reached out and touched his cheek, Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, and when he turned his head, Draco was retracting his hand, and said lightly: "It's covered in mud." After saying that, he turned his head and followed Behind the adults, they walked towards the entrance of the camp not far away (Scorpius discovered that the living camp for Quidditch spectators was not far away).

Looking at the indifferent back of the platinum nobleman, Scorpius was at a loss: "What's wrong with him?"

"Possessive mania." Zabini stood beside him with his chest folded, sighing in an understanding tone.

"What?" The boy blinked, and was very confused about this complicated word, "What madness?"

Zabini patted his dog's head sympathetically and smiled without saying a word.

……

Dealing with the old man Roberts, the gatekeeper, is not a pleasant thing for pure-blood nobles.In fact, Scorpius speculates that the old man who guards the tent may be one of the few real Muggles in the entire camp, which makes talking very difficult-at least in Mr. Malfoy's opinion, a Humans who don't know Jin Gallon can't communicate in English at all.Mr. Gretel, the only one in Slytherin who is more receptive to foreign things, once again became the representative of the crowd. When he took out a large pile of colorful Muggle banknotes from his pocket, Lucius let out a dare Agreed nasal sound.

"Let me see - this one, plus this - there are four, yes, four camps, the one inside - then £120 - aha, here's a hundred!"

"Dad, God, that's RMB." Scorpius rolled his eyes and reminded depressedly.

"Really? Let me see... Oh, it's really dark, and I can't see clearly - that's it, okay? Six twenty, here's a tip for you - oh, yes, here's a tip .”

"You are foreigners." Mr. Roberts said enthusiastically to the generous guests in front of him with a tip, "You can't believe that just now, two people wanted to give me a gold coin the size of a soda bottle cap— - Hey, that's real gold - of course I confiscated it, I didn't do it, it's immoral to charge too much! Also, did you see - that old man, my God, he's a Pervert, he's wearing a pleated skirt, I can see his boxer shorts—”

"Obliviate -" Before he could finish his chatter, Mr. Malfoy pulled out his wand, successfully shutting the poor old man's mouth.Mr. Roberts shook, his eyes became confused.

At this moment, a wizard in a suit descended from the sky. He looked at Mr. Roberts, who was in a trance, and frowned as if he was about to reprimand something, but when he saw clearly who was standing in front of him, his face The annoyance on his face immediately turned into a fake smile: "Oh - good morning, Mr. Malfoy, it was my pleasure to see you early in the morning - it seems that you have done something to this Muggle, thank you very much, You know, we've been so busy this morning—"

Mr. Malfoy looked like he was trying his best to put a jinx on the wizard in front of him.

In the end, he nodded restrainedly and pulled out a smirk: "Good morning, Risk."

The man seemed very pleasantly surprised that the venerable Lucius Malfoy remembered his name.

In fact, he was so happy that he could hardly speak: "—Let me come, take you there!—Let me come, I have a map here, honorable House Malfoy, House Goyle, Crabbe Family, of course, and you, you have created a legendary and romantic story across the ocean, Mr. Gretel - oh, wait, Merlin! Mr. Feasley - I did not expect to see your true self come From the United Kingdom, on behalf of the British Ministry of Magic, with all sincerity—"

"...Why does he represent the British Ministry of Magic?" Draco lowered his voice and sneered disdainfully.

"Okay, just let him finish talking quickly and shut up." Zabini frowned, apparently being forced to get used to it.

Before the sun fully appeared, the sky over the camp was still shrouded in mist, the aisle was very narrow, and both sides were crowded with long rows of tents of all kinds.For the first time, Scorpius discovered that tents can also be so creative. Some tents are equipped with weather vanes, and there are bell ropes at the door. There is also the most exaggerated one. There are marble fountains and birdbaths in front of the tents. The most wonderful What's more, there are actually a few peacocks in front of the tent.

"That's terrible taste!" Scorpius tugged Draco, still brooding over last night's accusation.

Draco glanced at him and smirked falsely: "These creatures have never been in my comparison."

Behind the two, the boys led by Zabini sniggered.

A little brown-haired witch cheered and flew down the middle of the aisle on a toy magic broom, and almost knocked Scorpius down as he passed them. Fortunately, Draco caught him quickly before Scorpius had time to stand still , a panting girl ran up behind the little witch, that girl was very beautiful, even if the running made her waist-length curly hair a little messy, her fair face was stained with a healthy blush from the running, she forked Bending his waist and gasping for breath with difficulty but unexpectedly being able to maintain elegance, he whispered an annoyed warning——

"Blainey, Daddy warned you not to go outside the tent—oh, Draco?!" Astoria Greengrass covered his mouth, a blush flew across his face, "Scorpius— Ah, you're all—"

"Little Astoria." Zabini said affectionately, "Tsk tsk, it's so rare, I thought noble girls were not interested in Quidditch."

"There's always some surprises, isn't it?" Astoria smiled politely at him, and after a while, she exclaimed in a low voice as if remembering something, "Oops, Blaney—I'm sorry, I Gotta go get my sister back—”

Strangely, she said this to Draco, as if asking for his approval.

Draco nodded coldly.

Scorpius stared at the little girl's hurried back in surprise, and asked the people around him, "Why does she need your permission to chase her sister?"

"Do you have to ask everything you see to keep breathing?" Draco snorted and asked angrily.

"...What's the matter with him?" I can't wait to tug Zabini's sleeves angrily at the arrogant Scorpius with platinum hair on the back of his head, "Why does he always look like a cat with fried fur? ?!"

Zabini opened his lips and was about to answer him, when there was a commotion behind them——

The bucket fell to the ground with a harsh "clang" sound, and at the same time, a familiar voice sounded——

"—Hey, watch out, Sirius—what's the matter with you?!"