HP: Slytherin disguise

Draco looked down at this group of fanatical wizards with a smile in his eyes.

Tsk…

Inside, there were probably mixed-bloods and Muggle-borns.

So to say.

Glory to the purebloods, but I can't take them with me.

Forget it.

Just dispensable…

"Welcome wizard friends from all over the world."

The staff member who was trampled ran up and stood beside the capable wizard.

Talked about it.

Who let.

This is his mission...

Although some wizards below stopped shouting, it was still extremely noisy.

There were shouts one after another.

It was like a quarrel.

It doesn't matter what the staff member is saying.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

Draco yawned, feeling extremely bored.

He is almost sleepy...

"You go to the back and rest first."

"When it's over, go back to sleep."

Mr. Garcia straightened Draco's somewhat messy collar and pinched his face.

Only then did Mr. Gonzalez take him to rest.

Draco was really tired.

He didn't hold on hard either.

He left directly with Mr. Gonzalez and entered the lounge at the back.

Sit on the sofa.

Just close your eyes and rest your mind.

But as he rested, he fell asleep without even realizing it.

Really, sleepy...

Can't help it...

Mr. Gonzalez had just returned with a glass of hot water and was about to hand it to Draco.

But this look.

The person has fallen asleep, sleeping soundly.

He must be really tired.

Place the cup on the coffee table.

He turned around, walked out of the lounge, and came to the fence.

Because of Draco's departure.

The people below no longer shouted, but listened carefully to the words of Mr. Garcia, who was personally involved in the battle.

This is the president of the International Federation of Wizards.

Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books.

No matter what I said, this life is worth it!

Bragging has taken on new heights…

"President."

Mr. Gonzalez walked over, his voice low.

Turning his head, the solemn look on Mr. Garcia's face had not faded.

"what happened?"

"Mr. Vice President fell asleep."

"He must be tired. Send him to his room to sleep. I'll be back later."

"Okay, President."

Returning to the lounge again, Mr. Gonzalez walked over quietly.

Carefully pick up the sleeping Draco.

Then leave.

Exit via another staircase.

Heading to the room Draco was in when he was unconscious yesterday...

From the youngest prefect.

The youngest practical class professor.

The youngest Headmaster of Hogwarts.

The youngest Minister of Magic.

to the youngest vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards.

The title of "Best of Five" is very eye-catching.

It was also marked in big letters on the Daily Prophet.

This is a journey.

A process and experience of growth.

Excellent little genius wizard.

Within these few days.

He has completely become the most dazzling existence in the magic world.

Almost no one knows it.

Also followed, setting off a wave of fanatical pursuit.

Streets and alleys.

Follow the discussion and have a good conversation.

Sharing his treasured newspapers and moving pictures.

The moving picture of the boy standing by the fence on the second floor, looking down, is a freshly released newspaper cover.

Newspapers occupying almost countless newspaper offices.

Even though the young man's face cannot be seen clearly under the strong light, there is a strong sense of sanctity.

But it can offset everything...

"Who's up there?"

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Ravenclaw table.

Luna looked at not far away, a dozen students pushed away food and spread newspapers on the long table.

Asked softly.

One of the Ravenclaw students said loudly without raising his head, "It's the Vice President!"

"The default vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards!"

"Hey!"

"Crazy girl, why do you ask this?"

but.

He got no reply.

Because Luna had finished her last bite of pudding and tucked her wand behind her ear.

Get up and leave with the Quibbler's newspaper in hand.

"That's not the Vice President, that's Draco."

The disembodied voice was soft.

In the noisy auditorium, no waves can be made...

"Draco is so awesome...it was reported in the newspaper the day before yesterday that he became the Minister of Magic."

"Now."

"It became the International Federation of Wizards again, what the hell..."

"It's the unofficial vice-president!"

"Well, you're the smart one, Hermione."

"Are you stupid? Ron."

"Can't you see the big characters in this newspaper?"

"Uh…"

In a secluded corner of the corridor, two Gryffindor students sat.

They are: Hermione and Ron.

The two sat together with a large newspaper on their knees.

It was the Daily Prophet.

The large characters on it can be remembered almost at a glance.

"What, how long will it take for Harry to come?"

"It's hard to get a newspaper, but it will definitely be snatched away when it is discovered..."

Ron scratched his head and blushed from embarrassment.

Hogwarts still has owls delivering newspapers, but the portions are pitifully small.

There are only a dozen copies in total.

The professors alone took away seven or eight copies.

leftover.

The four courtyards fought hard to grab it.

He took advantage of the chaos and secretly took a copy.

Will be discovered later.

Those students must be pestered for it.

Hermione calculated the time, shrugged and said, "It should be soon..."

The voice just fell.

There were footsteps coming around the corner.

soon.

Harry trotted over, holding two sandwiches in his hands.

"For you guys."

After he handed the sandwiches to the two of them.

He sat on the other side of Hermione and eagerly took the newspaper and read it.

The more he looked, the more complicated his expression became.

Finally, he took off his glasses, wiped them carefully, then put them on and continued reading.

Obviously not for cleaning glasses.

It's about soothing your heart.

Hermione and Ron ate their sandwiches and stared at Harry's expression.

This is more convenient than a newspaper.

"Harry, you don't seem very happy?"

Ron finished his sandwich and went to see Hermione who had only eaten half of her sandwich.

The latter rolled his eyes.

Put the rest directly into his mouth.

"Draco..."

"he…"

After Harry read the entire newspaper, he raised his head in a daze.

Is he still him?

Are you still yourself?

When did it become…

Harry lowered his head in loneliness, recalling the past memories.

What did you remember?

Professor Dumbledore…Sirius…Professor Lupin…time at the Burrow…

But it happened to be Draco's place.

Why is it so blurry?

Have you forgotten it, or are you trying to avoid it?

"I know this."

"He served as the International Federation of Wizards'... default vice-president!"

"Long live!"

Ron chewed up the sandwich Hermione pushed him and swallowed it.

He raised his hand and started to answer.

Hermione had a speechless look on her face.

Don't look away from him.

Really, out of sight, out of mind.

"Okay Harry, don't feel bad."

"Draco is now the principal, minister, and vice president, so he must be very busy."

"You can be forgiven for neglecting us."

"Besides, we didn't take the initiative to find him."

"We can't let people come and greet us in person, right?"

"Isn't it okay to be more proactive next time?"

Hermione noticed Harry's sadness and spoke to comfort him.

But she only saw half of it.

The other half is sad, and only Harry himself knows it.

But in order not to worry Hermione and Ron.

He still smiled, nodded and said, "You're right, Hermione."

"What's our next class about?"

"Hmm... It seems to be Professor Thompson's History of Magic class."

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