HP: Slytherin disguise

Ministry of Magic, eighth floor underground.

main hall.

The grand hall is very long.

The floor was so clean that it reflected light.

now.

A group of wizards were kneeling on the ground with their heads hanging down and their faces looking gray. Their suits and robes were all a bit dirty.

With a sense of decadence after struggling to no avail.

behind them.

There stood a group of expressionless Auror members.

As for the front.

Standing were senior staff from the Ministry of Magic.

Of course.

They are all core members of Alliance.

Otherwise, I would not dare to stand openly and openly in front of these kneeling wizards, chatting and laughing.

No fear at all.

After all, the top officials of the Ministry of Magic are unable to protect themselves.

Desperately trying to keep his position.

Bring your family to surrender to the Malfoy family to show your loyalty.

There is no covering up.

Who let it, the current Ministry of Magic.

Draco covered the sky with one hand.

Power, wealth, fame, status.

Draco was not lacking either.

As long as he is a high-level person with a slightly normal mind.

Everybody can see it.

The Ministry of Magic is now Draco's private property...

Because of this reform plan.

The Ministry of Magic has disabled lifts and fireplaces leading to the outside world.

Nor does it accept visits from outsiders.

Even the reporters and the author ignored and ignored them.

So the main hall at this moment.

Extremely cold.

Even a little depressing.

As the elevator reaches this floor, the beep sounds.

The sound of footsteps came.

It was extremely loud in this empty main hall.

Alliance's core party members turned their heads and looked over.

A young man in a black suit walked slowly over. His snow-white skin was in sharp contrast to the darkness around him. His long, silvery hair was tied low like silver threads. His impeccably delicate face was like God's most perfect face. masterpiece.

He exudes a superior aura.

Grey-blue eyes.

As beautiful as a gem.

Of course, if the expression is gentler, it is like an angel.

It's a pity that there is no emotion on his beautiful face.

"Mr. Minister!"

"Mr. Minister!"

"Mr. Minister!"

...

The greetings rang out, and Alliance's core party members took a step back.

Draco walked towards the center.

When passing by the wizards kneeling on the ground, he lowered his eyes and glanced at them.

Disgusting smell…

Depressing atmosphere and quiet.

It made those wizards who lowered their heads panic and suffer.

A wizard was kneeling in the front row when Draco was about to pass by him.

Couldn't help but raise his head.

It wasn't Draco's gaze that greeted him.

Instead, Roberts stepped forward.

A hard kick.

He raised his leg and kicked him directly on the head.

Kick him to the ground.

The wizards kneeling around heard the movement and wanted to raise their heads.

"Lower your head!"

An Auror's cold command came from behind.

They had to lower their heads in panic.

Roberts stepped forward and kicked the wizard in the head.

Even if the other party screams and begs.

Draco didn't care.

Without even stopping, he slowly walked to the center.

Then he raised his head slightly.

Scan around.

There were nearly two hundred people kneeling.

They were all middle-level staff at the Ministry of Magic.

"It's a shame that we would 'talk' in this way."

"But that's okay."

"You will soon forget these memories."

Draco's clear voice dispelled the oppressive quiet atmosphere in the main hall.

After he finished speaking.

The wizards were obviously becoming more and more uneasy.

Because they know.

What awaits them.

They also struggled and resisted, but they were no match for these Aurors.

That's when.

They discovered that there were so many strange Aurors in the Ministry of Magic.

and.

The senior staff are also very unfamiliar.

Not even seen.

Draco ignored the panic and uneasiness of these Muggle-born wizards.

Instead, he turned his head.

He looked towards Roberts, who was still kicking the wizard who raised his head.

He has great strength.

The wizard had fallen to the ground motionless.

The head was covered in blood.

There was also a large pool of scarlet liquid on the floor.

"Is he dead?"

Draco asked indifferently.

Roberts bent down, grabbed the wizard's hair with his hands, and lifted it up slightly to check if he was still breathing.

Take a look.

He then let go of his blood-stained hand.

"died."

Move back to avoid the blood flowing on the ground.

Roberts strode over to Draco.

Wherever he went.

The wizards all trembled.

I have never been so close to death, nor have I experienced life, death, or heinous events.

The biggest thing I've ever been exposed to.

I guess I just heard that someone in a certain department was injured.

They are not Aurors.

I don’t have that much experience and a hard heart…

Draco lowered his head, took out a tissue from the inner pocket of his coat, and handed it to Roberts.

This is what he uses to wipe his hands.

Ever since slapping George...er...Fred at Hogwarts.

He understood one thing.

That means carrying some tissues with you.

Convenient for wiping hands.

I didn't expect that I wouldn't use it.

It can also come in handy.

"Thank you, Minister..."

Roberts was visibly stunned for a moment, then took the tissue with his clean hand.

The folded paper towel is not big.

His hand touched Draco's fingertips without any surprise.

Just a momentary touch.

This gave Roberts a strange feeling...

Draco didn't notice any of this.

After handing over the tissue.

He waved back without looking back and said, "Okay, let's get started."

"Sir who is proficient in the Forgetting Spell, please come to me."

"minister!"

Not waiting for the Alliance core party members at the rear to make any move.

Roberts was the first to speak out.

A smile appeared on his face, and after Draco looked over, he said, "I am the most proficient in the Forgetting Charm."

He raised his eyebrows.

A smile appeared on Draco's cold face.

But that smile.

fleeting.

Although this beautiful smile is short-lived.

But Roberts decided enough was enough.

Even if it's just for a moment...

"I remember that what you are most proficient in is the confinement spell."

Draco stared at him.

The tone was lukewarm.

indeed.

He remembered that what this man was most proficient in was the confinement spell.

Haven't heard of it either.

Good at forgetting spells.

"Since the minister remembers that I am proficient in confinement spells."

Roberts' tone was somewhat cheerful.

It was true. I didn't expect Draco to know and remember that he was good at spells.

Draco's gray-blue eyes trembled slightly.

He frowned lightly and said, "That's not the point."

The point is, how did you become proficient in the Forgetting Curse? Isn't it a confinement spell?

Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

"I'm proficient in everything, Minister." Roberts took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and stop being so restless.

"Um…"

"please."

Draco didn't care about it in the end.

It's the same anyway.

He led Roberts to a wizard and pointed.

The two nearest Aurors stepped forward.

Hold down the frightened wizard.

To prevent him from struggling…