HP: Slytherin disguise

"Your hair is wet, Draco."

"Needs to be wiped dry."

Mr. Garcia sounded serious.

Same as before.

But after seeing Draco's aggrieved look back, he smiled helplessly.

"It will dry in a moment, very quickly."

"Why can't you use magic?"

"Because magic is prohibited in important areas."

"All right…"

"Don't be upset, let me wipe it for you, okay?"

"Um...will it trouble you?"

"No trouble."

...

Less than a moment.

Draco sat obediently on the edge of the bed, letting Mr. Garcia gently wipe his long silver hair with a towel.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Draco shook his legs.

Close your eyes and enjoy the top service.

"Because you are very cute and cute..."

"me…"

"I have never really taken care of my own children in my whole life..."

"When I was young, I only cared about my career."

"Looking back now."

"There must be something hateful about such pitiful people."

Mr. Garcia said, feeling a little dazed.

But then.

Then he smiled silently.

It seems to be a sigh, but also a self-deprecation.

"But you are not pitiful."

Draco raised his head and looked at Mr. Garcia with a smile.

Mr. Garcia was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile: "Oh, what should I say?"

"Because you still have me~"

"I can let you experience how tiring and annoying it is to take care of your children."

"Giggle cluck..."

Draco rolled onto the bed and lay down on the bed as quickly as possible.

Use both hands to pull up the quilt.

Cover half your face.

Only the gray-blue eyes were exposed.

It seemed to be shiny inside, sparkling and very beautiful.

"bed time story."

"I want to listen~"

The long silver hair is scattered freely, soft and silky.

Mr. Garcia held his long, messy hair together with his hands, his eyes filled with a soft color.

"it is good…"

"Why is it annoying..."

"As for the story, it's just about interesting things from my youth."

"I remember back then, when I was in my first year at Hogwarts, there was a big guy who liked to block the door of the class and not let students with dirty shoes enter the classroom. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because he mops the floor."

"Ah? What happened next?"

"Later..."

"He got lectured by the guy who was cleaning the hallways."

"The beating was so severe that my eyes were black."

"Because of what?"

"Because some students' shoes were dirty, they were clever and took off their shoes when entering the classroom and placed their dirty shoes at the door of the classroom..."

……

Under each interesting little story.

Draco fell asleep.

Although he tried his best not to sleep, it was too late.

The voice telling the story slowly dropped.

until it disappears.

Mr. Garcia bent down and gently rubbed the top of Draco's head with his hand.

The thickly curled eyelashes quivered slightly.

A shadow was cast on the porcelain white face.

Draco's cute sleeping face was soft and waxy.

Mr. Garcia's heart also became soft.

"Good boy…"

"It's so cute..."

After a long time, Mr. Garcia took back his hand.

After covering the quilt.

Then he quietly left the room.

Outside.

Standing Mr. Gonzalez.

After he noticed that the door was open, he turned around and said, "President, it's time for you to rest."

"Well, let's go."

Nod.

The two left here together...

this late.

Someone is sleeping.

Some people didn't sleep either.

Like, some of the students and professors at Hogwarts.

Opening his eyes, Harry raised his hand and touched the pillow.

Pick up your own glasses and put them on.

He quietly got up, got out of bed, put on his shoes and walked to the bedroom door.

Turning around, making sure no one noticed.

Harry opened the bedroom door gently and walked out.

before leaving.

Don't forget to close the door gently.

He was wearing thin pajamas, and the night was a bit cold for him.

Go downstairs aimlessly.

Arrive at the Gryffindor common room.

He sat down.

Closest to the fireplace.

There, there was no fire.

Maybe he was expecting something to happen inside.

Like Sirius' face.

At this moment of complete silence.

There were footsteps behind me.

"I knew you'd come out, Harry."

No need to look back.

Harry knew it was Hermione.

Sure enough, the person who came was indeed Hermione.

She sat down next to Harry.

Look at the dark and cold fireplace with him.

"I can't understand him, Hermione."

"I'm really afraid of losing. I don't want to lose."

"But I doubted it, and I was running away."

"I am too timid to forget him..."

"I regret it very much now, I seem..."

"What should I do, what should I do, Hermione."

Harry was suddenly overcome with emotion, even though he was already trying to suppress his voice.

But still, a little loud.

It was extremely loud in this quiet common room.

Hermione turned to look at Harry.

She had no idea what Harry was talking about.

Because she knows nothing.

Even less clear.

He also didn't understand Harry's mood and panic.

嗏

Hermione would still choose to comfort Harry first.

Do your best to comfort.

"It'll be fine..."

"You're talking about Draco, right."

"You don't know what's going on, but you just have to follow your heart."

"Try to catch what you want to catch."

"Friendship must be maintained by both parties."

"Instead of paying unilaterally."

...

Hermione said as much softly.

So much so that she even forgot what she said.

Harry slowly lowered his hands holding his head.

Also, calmed down.

"Sorry for worrying you, Hermione."

"It's okay, Harry."

"You should go back first, I want to be quiet..."

"Okay... Then you should go to bed early. You have to review tomorrow."

"Well, I will."

After Hermione left.

Silence returned to the common room.

Harry sat for a long time.

I also thought about it for a long time.

Finally he stood up dejectedly.

"But...I seem to have fallen in love with Draco..."

"From the first sight..."

"I just fell in love with it..."

He looked up at the dark ceiling.

"He is so good..."

"Yes, so ruthless."

"From beginning to end...it's..."

……

"Can you persuade him?"

In a dark office.

Snape stood by the equipment cabinet in the corner, his whole body blending into the darkness.

And next to the only light.

Sitting is Professor McGonagall.

She lowered her head slightly and held an ordinary, motionless picture in her hand.

Use your fingertips to stroke it gently.

Under the illumination of candlelight.

In that photo, it was herself, with a kind smile and a brand new black robe.

Just sitting in the chair.

Arms.

Holding a cat with snow-white fur and blue eyes.

"Weasley begged you."

A cold voice floated out from the darkness.

But Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"No, I did it myself."

"They are still young and need to graduate at Hogwarts."

"Only Draco agrees."

"They can come back and continue their studies."

"This is their last semester."

"If you miss it, the Weasley family's situation will be even worse."