HP: Slytherin disguise

"Cuckoo~"

Draco smiled and avoided Bella's approach, then stood up and walked outside.

Never go again.

After a while, Voldemort will probably come in person.

Bella stopped casting the spell.

He stood up slowly and passed by Rookwood.

She lowered her head and kicked Rookwood, who was motionless.

The latter had already fainted from the pain.

"Useless things…"

Bella tilted her head, feeling very bored.

As the two left one after another.

In the entire hall, only Lukewood was left lying unconscious on the ground.

He hasn't been lying down for a while.

Several corpses came down from upstairs.

He lifted him up as if he had consciousness and threw him out of Malfoy Manor.

By the way, clean the floor thoroughly...

Riddle House.

"Why hasn't Rookwood come back yet..."

Trevor, who was huddled in the corner, was a little anxious, wishing he was the one who left just now.

Dolokhov lowered his head and did not reply.

Sitting on the chair next to the fireplace was a terrifying snake-faced man. He was holding a wand in his hand and looking at it carefully. It seemed that he was in a good mood and even a little impatient.

This is also a strange place.

Voldemort was obviously angry just now, but why was his anger gone as soon as he turned around?

Could it be that I thought of something...

"Can't someone clean it up?"

There were footsteps coming downstairs.

Take your time.

Slowly climbed the old stairs.

There was a crunching sound, accompanied by the boy's somewhat disgusted voice.

Draco really missed Wormtail.

With this thing here, it can at least tidy up the environment of Riddle Mansion.

Now the floor is covered with dust and cobwebs.

Really dirty.

Could it be that magic is banned here and cleaning is done?

Go up to the second floor.

Draco immediately stared at Trevor and Dolohov huddled in the corner.

Especially Dolohov.

This guy talks nonsense and likes to question.

And because of his arrival, the latter's distorted face quickly darkened.

"Good evening, you two."

"Oh~"

"Antonin Dolokhov, why is your face so dark?"

Draco walked over pretending to be surprised and looked up at the dark-faced Dolokhov. His delicate little face showed curiosity and confusion, as if he was really curious.

Completely ignored.

Dolokhov's vicious gaze.

"Oh my god..."

"Did you just come back from escaping from the slums?"

"It's terrible, you smell so bad!"

"I really hope that you will change into clean clothes next time you come to gather~"

Draco raised his hand.

He picked up Dolohov's black robe with his fingertips and took a closer look.

He took back his hand in disgust and took a few steps back.

It's like being smoked.

"you!"

"Draco Malfoy!!!"

Dolokhov's expression was ferocious, which made his already distorted face look like a demon at this moment.

But he didn't dare to take action.

He could only use an angry tone to warn Draco.

"Why are you so fierce..."

"I just want to persuade you..."

Draco stared at him aggrievedly, his fair little face full of innocence.

The angry Dolokhov wanted to get angry.

The veins on his forehead had popped out and his eyes were red.

Trevor backed away silently, fearing that he would get burned.

Bella giggled at this.

Dolokhov turned to look at her, then suppressed his resentment and ignored Draco.

What the hell...

"Your attention shouldn't be on them, Draco."

at this time.

A cold voice sounded like a snake whispering.

Draco turned around, then remembered that he had forgotten about Voldemort.

to be frank.

When he came in, he didn't even notice.

There's another Voldemort, here.

Voldemort is still the same, but there is a hint of depth and coldness in his eyes.

That snake face.

Also with a weird expression.

"I didn't see you, Master."

"You're sitting too far away~"

Draco completely ignored Voldemort's cold eyes.

He jumped straight over and trotted over, stretched out his arms and threw himself into his arms.

"Master, why are you looking for me..."

"Did you miss me?"

After rubbing Voldemort's chest, Draco raised his head to look at him.

Voldemort lowered his eyes and stared at him with an extremely cold expression.

The hand on the armrest was holding the wand tightly.

"You don't miss me..."

"Is that thinking about Potter?"

Draco seemed unable to see Voldemort's expression.

Lowered his head again.

Use your white fingertips to draw circles on his chest.

Staring at Draco's furry head.

Voldemort forced himself to turn his head and look at Bella and the others.

Trevor lowered his head and signaled Dolokhov, who was still sulking, to leave quickly.

The two of them left together, knowingly.

Bella didn't really want to leave.

But after thinking about it, I could wait for Xiaolong downstairs and then go home together and then leave...

The entire second floor.

Only two people were left.

Everyone left.

Draco stood up and wanted to leave Voldemort's arms.

But not quite gone yet.

Then Voldemort grabbed his hair.

"I discovered something interesting."

"But it will take some time to prove its feasibility."

"Maybe, this would be a great idea..."

"You wouldn't mind if your great master experimented on you, would you?"

Draco was a little unhappy when his hair was pulled.

He raised his hand to break Voldemort's hand hard.

The voice said aggrievedly: "It depends on what experiment the master wants to do."

"If it is too dangerous, the master should find other experimental subjects."

"Also, you hurt me..."

Although I knew that Voldemort had absolutely no good intentions.

But Draco still wanted to know.

What is the experiment...

No wonder moon gods like Voldemort are haunted and not often in Riddle House.

It turned out that I was studying something.

Voldemort did not withdraw his hand, but instead raised the hand holding his wand.

Put the wand against his temple.

Very hard.

The poke hurt Draco.

"The suitable experimental subjects are already available."

"But it depends on whether this experimental subject is willing to express his loyalty."

The wand slid down.

From his face down, finally landing on his slender neck.

“A good location…”

Voldemort whispered to himself, a look of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

It's like pursuing eternal life.

"This is an opportunity, Draco, and you have to take it."

"All I need is your complete loyalty."

"Throw all your worries behind you..."

"wrong…"

Voldemort's expression suddenly changed, and he let go of his hand holding Draco's hair.

Push him away hard.

Then he stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the dark night through the blurred glass.

His back was particularly eerie.

It seemed as if something had been discovered through the window.

His expression gradually turned sinister.

Nagini, who had been huddled in a corner and sleeping, woke up and slowly slid to Voldemort's feet.

He stood up and was a little wary.

Draco was pushed away hard and fell to the ground.

His eyes darkened for a second.

He turned his head and glanced at the person and the snake in front of the window.

Then he slowly got up from the ground and patted the dust on his clothes...