HP: Slytherin disguise

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

Forgot to even take a photo.

The reporters turned their heads in disbelief.

Look towards.

The reporter who asked the question.

He seemed shocked by his rebuttal and statement.

Draco glanced at Percy in the periphery and focused his attention on the reporter who asked the question again.

"So, you know it very well?"

peripheral.

Percy only felt a huge headache.

These reporters were all found by him to promote it.

Even some journalists among them.

He had planned out the questions to ask.

But why didn't this person obey the arrangement?

Who is this person's immediate boss?

Which newspaper company?

Percy was dogged by countless questions.

Especially Draco's flirtatious glance.

It instantly made his scalp tingle.

It was extremely uncomfortable at the same time.

He seems to have done something bad...

Taking a deep breath, the reporter who asked the question looked directly at Draco.

He said, "Yes."

These words once again silenced the entire audience.

next second.

The sound of shooting resounded.

Those reporters opened their eyes wide and felt that there were big melons and big headlines.

I had to shoot it quickly.

record it.

Go back so you can get a promotion and a salary increase...

"Nobby Ridge, the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic."

"Served from 1962 to 1968."

"He is also the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history!"

"But it's a pity."

"He ended up suffering from a sudden and mysterious illness."

"And was forced to resign."

"It is said that Abraxas Malfoy was involved in this 'resignation' incident..."

Maybe some kind of determination was made.

The reporter who asked the question completely dropped everything.

There was no holding back.

Directly share what you know and understand.

Speak up.

By the way, people from the Malfoy family were involved in the forced resignation of Nobby Rich.

The meaning is obvious.

You don’t even have to use your brain to think about it.

Just understand.

What does he mean?

"What's your name, sir?"

Draco stared at him, a sinister murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Maurice, just call me Morris."

The reporter responded aloud to the question.

After realizing that Draco's expression was not quite right.

He simply broke the jar and threw it away.

He said directly: "I am a reporter for Banlun No. 71 newspaper, but from now on, I officially resign."

"So he is not a reporter for this newspaper."

Another obvious meaning:

I have officially resigned from this newspaper. If you want to take revenge, just take revenge on me. Don't involve the newspaper behind me.

Draco suddenly laughed.

That brilliant smile looked so beautiful on his delicate face.

Like a blooming flower.

Dispel all the haze and darkness.

Akira surrounded reporters.

They were all in a daze.

But after reacting, he still abided by his duties and hurriedly took pictures.

This smile.

Even Morris was stunned.

From the bottom of my heart.

Guilt and self-blame arise unconsciously.

Even self-doubt.

Did he go too far...

"I was just asking for your name, Mr. Morris."

"What are you doing?"

Draco's coldness just now almost disappeared without a trace.

On the fair little face.

Already exposed.

Innocent expression.

Even his tone was exceptionally soft and soft.

"Hug...I'm sorry, Mr. Minister..."

Morris' face turned red.

After all, he was too young and had not experienced any big storms.

Draco's face changed visibly.

He didn't notice anything strange, and even apologized and doubted himself.

Draco laughed again.

But this time.

It's a mocking, sarcastic laugh.

"Do you think I will...retaliate against you, including the newspaper behind you?"

"Mr. Morris?"

The tone of play was very casual.

With laziness.

The elegant and decent young man just raised his eyes and looked at him with contempt and disdain, his delicate face full of ridicule.

It's a mockery.

I'm watching The Clown.

Scoffing at his earlier apology and self-doubt.

Disdainful.

It was about him quitting the newspaper.

Morris looked at Draco in disbelief, looking at him with a sneer on his lips.

Somewhat difficult to adapt to.

This sudden change.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and Draco returned to his cold expression and eyes.

"Since you said it is history."

"That's history that's gone."

"He was Minister for Magic."

"What's the connection with the current Muggle-born wizards?"

"Is it possible?"

"His tenure means that all Muggle-born wizards may become the next him?"

"Are you kidding me?"

The cold voice echoed in Morris' ears.

He shook his head.

Don't know how to reply.

"But…"

"But what should Muggles with magical talents do if they are not properly managed?"

Morris was a little anxious.

Draco curled his lips disdainfully, looked away and said:

"Then address the root cause."

"Cutting out their talent."

"after all."

"Magic should only bloom in a few."

"And we are the minority."

Cull?

How to eliminate it?

Morris didn't understand and couldn't figure out how to eliminate it.

He wanted to ask questions.

But Draco couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him.

Turn around and accept it.

Interviews with other journalists.

And he.

He stood there in despair, being squeezed to the back.

"Mr. Morris."

A cold voice sounded.

He raised his head subconsciously.

Then he met the eyes of an Auror with a hideous scar on his face.

Lester raised his hand.

A punch hit him directly in the face.

Blood spurts out instantly

Morris was instantly knocked unconscious by the punch.

He just fell to the ground.

Then he was dragged away by two Aurors.

By the way.

Wipe the blood on the floor clean.

the whole process.

All in less than half a minute.

No one noticed this at all, let alone that there was a reporter missing.

Even this reporter.

It was attracting so much attention just now…

"extreme?"

"What is extreme? Even if there are very few Muggles left, it is because there are very few that are useful."

"As for the kneeling service."

"First of all, he must have access to pure-blood wizards."

"Do you think they have access?"

...

Draco's point was simple.

Not complicated either.

He also responded to the reporters' questions one by one.

After all, this is just to announce the authenticity of the reform plan.

Instead of announcing major events.

There’s no reason to stage a speech.

Don’t even pay attention to your tone…

One morning.

All spent in interviews.

As noon approaches.

The visit time is completely over.

Those reporters who still had unfinished business were asked to leave the Ministry of Magic.

Returned to the newspaper office where he worked.

Quickly sort out the information and the moving pictures you took, and rush to layout them.

I want to publish it first.

But no matter how fast they are, they must be first.

It can’t beat the Daily Prophet.

that's.

The most trusted in the wizard's mind.

What's more, the Daily Prophet has already obtained the published content compiled by Percy in advance.

They had already produced countless newspapers.

As soon as the interview is over.

Distribute and sell instantly.

Nothing free this time.

Because the Ministry of Magic is not paying Galleons for the wizarding public.

But even so.

Once these newspapers were sold, they were sold out within an hour.

Because they desperately want to know.

The truth of this matter.

What's more, it's their dear Minister of Magic.

Explain in person...