HP: Slytherin disguise

"OK, all right."

"We know it soon, dear Mr. Principal!"

The two replied in unison.

Draco took a few steps back and looked down at his right hand.

Dirty.

"Confinement."

"what?"

"Confinement until graduation."

"Congratulations."

"Okay, you two, you can get out."

"Don't show up in front of me again."

Draco stopped looking at them and turned to get a tissue to wipe his hands.

The two people wanted to protest but didn't dare.

You can only open the door and leave.

The door closed particularly hard, making a loud noise.

Therefore.

Fred and George didn't go far before they were caught by Mrs. Pince who came in a hurry.

Drag them directly.

Went to see Professor McGonagall.

It can be said that if you don't do it, you won't die...

As soon as I wiped my hands clean, someone knocked on the office door again.

Draco was immune to this.

He picked up his wand and waved it.

The door will open automatically.

Putting down his wand, he turned back.

Want to see who it is.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Principal~"

"I'm sorry to disturb your peace, but I think two professors should have already told you about that matter."

"However, I think I still need to come over."

Holding hands wearing gems, the bright smile on Umbridge's face was particularly annoying. She was still wearing pink, and her curly hair was particularly eye-catching.

"Well--"

"What a nuisance."

"This is indeed true, but the students like to watch the fun too much and are nosy."

"This is not a good practice."

Draco didn't get angry when he saw it was Umbridge.

Although the wave after wave is really annoying...

He sat on the desk, shook his legs, supported the table with one hand, and picked up the wand to play with.

It is indeed a troublesome thing.

After today.

I'm afraid things will get more and more outrageous as word spreads.

There is no denying whether Fred and George will continue to act like monsters.

Umbridge was a little confused as to why Draco didn't expel these two people and why he let them return to Hogwarts.

But she didn't dare ask.

Draco raised his eyes and glanced at her.

"I'll leave them to watch the OWL assessment next month."

"Two big fireworks..."

"When the time comes, how colorful will it be?"

He looked up and fantasized for a while.

A smile appeared on Draco's delicate little face.

"Oh, right…"

Seemingly thinking of something, he set his sights on Umbridge again.

"You are looking for me, what's the matter?"

He didn't think that Umbridge came here because of what the students were discussing.

After all, Umbridge wanted to avoid him.

How could it be because of this?

Take the initiative to come to the office to talk to him?

Umbridge secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Draco finally got to the point.

Then he said: "That's it."

"I have a proposal."

"I wonder if Mr. Minister wants to listen?"

Her topic clearly had nothing to do with Hogwarts.

So the name was changed.

From 'Mr. Principal' to 'Mr. Minister'.

Draco frowned, feeling that Umbridge was talking too much nonsense.

Maybe he noticed the change in Draco's expression.

Umbridge quickly laughed twice.

He continued: "I don't think our Ministry of Magic should recruit staff of Muggle descent."

"It will pollute the air."

"A lowly mudblood should not appear in the grand magical world."

"They should go back to their own world."

"A world full of Muggles."

...

The more Umbridge talked, the more excited she became, wanting to uproot those Mudbloods from the magical world.

Throw it directly back into the Muggle world.

Draco raised his eyebrows, with a trace of sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.

If he remembered correctly.

Umbridge's mother is also a Muggle, right?

Even she herself is a mixed race.

Count it up.

Also considered half mudblood.

What a travesty.

But what Umbridge said makes sense.

This is a good idea.

It was at this time that Draco remembered his lofty ideals.

Patronizing career.

He had almost forgotten his pureblood glory.

Now that he has served as the British Minister of Magic, he has to make a start.

A wave of expulsions of Muggleborns.

Even Hogwarts.

We also have to implement this newly emerged plan.

But now it's time to start with the Ministry of Magic.

As for Hogwarts?

We can officially start not accepting Muggle students next semester.

Tsk…

What a great idea and so much fun.

Umbridge talked for a long time, but when she looked up, she found that Draco was lost in thought.

Didn't even listen to her inspiring speech.

"Mr. Minister?"

"What do you think?"

Although I already suspected that Draco hadn't heard a word of it.

But Umbridge still asked tentatively.

Come back to your senses.

Draco nodded approvingly, put down his wand, and raised his hand to motion for her to come closer.

Umbridge was wary and frightened.

after all.

Several times, she felt like Draco wanted to kill her.

However, wealth was in danger, so Umbridge gritted her teeth and walked over, bending down to get closer, wanting to know what Draco would tell her.

Looking at Umbridge who stretched out her ears.

Draco frowned again.

I want you to come closer because you are too far away from me and are almost standing at the door.

I don't mean to whisper to you.

"I'm not going to fight you, Umbridge."

"You can take a step back."

"Don't get too close to me, don't get too far from me."

In his own office there was no need for whispering.

Umbridge was stunned for a moment.

Then she realized that she had misunderstood Draco's meaning and thought that he wanted to discuss a secret plan with her.

"Sorry, Mr. Minister."

She took a step back and stood there without moving.

Draco stretched out, placed his hands on the table beside him, leaned back slightly and said, "Your suggestion is good."

"If you don't tell me, I won't be able to remember it."

"As the Muggle Registration Officer, do you remember how many Muggle-born staff there are in the Ministry of Magic?"

Shaking her head, Umbridge didn't remember at all.

I was too lazy to remember the number of these Mudbloods.

"Well, that's not important..."

"The top priority should be to issue a notice."

"But we cannot expel talented Muggleborns. They are qualified to stay as the lowest level personnel."

"It can be considered a gift."

"As for the rest..."

"Killing is prone to opposition, so do you know what we should do?"

Draco closed his eyes.

asked Umbridge.

Umbridge was very happy that her proposal was recognized and was about to be implemented, but it was not the time to be happy yet.

She thought for a while.

Then his eyes lit up and he said: "Send to Azkaban!"

"Send these mudbloods to Azkaban!"

"Letting the Soul Eater take their lives doesn't seem to be a problem, right?"

Umbridge was extremely excited.

Draco opened his gray-blue eyes.

Then he stared at Umbridge, who was complacent about his own ideas, with a look that looked retarded.

idiot…