HP: Slytherin disguise

"Draco Malfoy."

Snape raised his hand and grabbed the collar of his shirt with great force.

The fingertips have turned faintly white.

"Severus Snape?"

Draco opened his lips slightly, and his voice was soft and sweet with a smile.

His gray-blue eyes sparkled.

Seems like a joke.

But no one would call their teacher by his name in a joking way.

Snape stared at Draco with cold eyes.

But Draco didn't back down.

Strange.

No longer afraid.

"You should obey, I am your teacher."

At last.

Snape's voice became softer, and he let go of Draco's collar, his hands shaking a little.

Maybe they all know something.

Testing each other...

"But you don't want to stand behind your students."

Draco stood on tiptoe.

He stared at Snape a little aggrievedly, the ends of his eyes already turning slightly red.

Crouch down.

Snape ran his fingertips over Draco's pale pink lips.

There was silence in the deep eyes.

"The teacher will always stand behind you..."

"Behave, Draco."

"Don't get too close to Potter."

"promise me…"

His face is very pale, and his black hair is as black as ink, scattered on the side of his face. He smells of potion, which should be the smell he got when he just refined the potion.

His eyes gradually became hazy.

Draco moved closer, knelt down gently, squeezed into Snape's arms, buried his face in his chest, raised his arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and closed his eyes.

Snape's hand holding the book trembled slightly.

At last.

He put one knee on the ground and held Draco in his arms...

The rear foyer was illuminated by moonlight.

Sprinkle on them.

As if coated with a layer of indifferent brilliance.

Fact and hypocrisy.

entangled with each other.

Finally drowned in an ordinary embrace...

Malfoy Manor.

"It's so annoying~"

"Master wants to see me, why not use the Dark Mark?"

"Why do you need to make a trip..."

On the soft sofa.

The boy lay on the woman's lap and twirled her curly hair with his fingertips.

Bella caressed Draco's delicate little face.

From time to time, weird laughter comes out.

Draco, on the other hand, lazily enjoyed her cat-like caress.

He just doesn't understand.

Why is Voldemort so busy?

Is it possible?

Want to slap him again?

Of course, this was just a fleeting suspicion on his part.

In fact, he felt that Voldemort couldn't help it and couldn't help but want to figure out the mysteries surrounding Harry, including the prophecy ball in the Ministry of Magic's Office of Mysteries.

Although Voldemort always wanted to act sooner.

But don't know why.

There has been no action for a long time, and I don't know what kind of conspiracy they are planning.

what can be confirmed is.

Draco didn't want to act so quickly right now.

He hasn't solved it yet, where is that big guy Hagrid...

After all, he already had a plan in mind against Hagrid, but this plan had to be implemented in June.

Otherwise, flaws will easily be exposed.

Thinking.

Draco sat up, stretched and said:

"Go see him, if it's too late..."

"I'm afraid I'll be unhappy~"

At the mention of being late, Draco subconsciously touched his face with his hand.

Tsk…

"Not in a hurry…"

"Master shouldn't mind..."

Bella hugged Draco's slender and soft waist from behind, buried her head in his neck, and smelled the faint fragrance.

"The master is so cruel~"

"I'll get angry..."

"Poor Wormtail, that's how he left."

Draco tilted his head slightly.

I went to see her a little aggrieved.

This is indeed true.

Just because he was late, Voldemort slapped him several times, wishing he could just reward him with the Cruciatus Curse.

But in the end, Wormtail was really pitiful.

Enjoyed the death curse for him.

"Shh..."

With a low voice, Bella motioned for him not to move or speak.

"Go there later..."

One of her hands slowly moved up.

Finally, she covered Draco's mouth and buried her head in his neck again.

A feeling of moisture came.

in the air.

Permeated with a hint of sweet smell...

until.

Someone appeared in the manor and rushed in quickly, looking anxious and panicked.

It's Rookwood.

He covered his chest with one hand, his expression vaguely showing pain.

It seemed as if he had just been attacked.

Just went in.

He turned his head left and right.

Find someone.

No need to think about it, they were just here to find Draco and Bella.

God knows how angry he was.

The Dark Lord clearly asked that crazy woman Bella to take Draco to Riddle House, but the two of them disappeared together.

I haven’t seen you for a long time.

The master's expression darkened.

He just followed the trend and said something, and in the end he was cursed.

What bad luck...

Opening his gray-blue eyes, Draco broke free from Bella's restraints, sat up with a slight gasp, and looked at Rookwood up and down with an unfriendly look.

Bella lazily hugged his shoulders from behind.

Use your hands to slowly button the top button of his shirt.

"Master, are you impatient to wait?"

After Draco determined the purpose of the visitor.

Then he leaned against Bella dependently.

He didn't want to pay attention to the livid Rookwood at all.

"Yes!"

"I think you don't have any pressing matters, so you should go to Riddle House as soon as possible!"

"The master is already angry!"

"How long will you two keep the master waiting?"

"if not…"

Rookwood was emotional, his eyes were red, and his face was filled with resentment.

Emotionally, he is a fool.

How can these two people be delayed?

It was obviously intentional!

Damn it!

Causing him to be punished by his master...

He didn't wait for him to continue cursing excitedly.

Bella then picked up the wand.

Aim at him.

goo-dong-

The sound of swallowing was loud.

It was extremely loud in the quiet hall.

Cold sweat fell down.

In that moment, Rookwood regretted it.

He didn't know why he was so excited, venting his anger in front of these two lunatics...

If I could do it again.

He will definitely walk in quietly and leave quietly.

"Heart-breaking!"

Bella had a crazy smile on her face, in Rookwood's most relaxed moment.

He cast the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivables.

Green light flashed.

It hit the place that Rookwood was covering just now.

Almost instantly.

The screams echoed through the entire Malfoy Manor.

Extraordinarily miserable and painful.

This can be seen.

Bella is so cruel.

But she didn't feel it at all, she just felt interesting and excited.

He laughed wildly.

Completely ignoring whether Lukewood, who was lying on the ground struggling in pain, would die from pain.

"Auntie, you are so amazing..."

"This person is really cruel~"

"He should be taught a lesson."

Draco had an innocent smile on his fair face, raised his head excitedly, and held Bella's face with his hands.

The ferocity in Bella's eyes was no longer concealed.

Even lying on the ground.

He is her companion, the companion who follows Voldemort together.

Amidst Rookwood's screams.

Bella lowered her head and stared into Draco's eyes, then slowly approached...