HP: Slytherin disguise

Almost instantly.

Screams resounded.

And screams.

A group of wizards rushed towards the counter-reform wizards who were still cursing excitedly.

There are also sane wizards.

But they don't rush.

You have to rush too.

Because the wizards behind were pushing them forward.

Those fanatical followers mingled with the crowd and secretly carried out ruthless acts.

Kick people to the ground.

Go stampede.

Wherever you go.

There was screams and wailing.

Draco raised his hands, excitedly wanting to rush over and give instructions.

It's best to just kill those mudbloods.

"minister!"

"minister!"

"minister!"

...

There were exclamations.

Before Draco could rush over, he was stopped by several Aurors guarding his side.

If this goes in.

He definitely won't be able to get out.

after all.

All crazy...

A madman who has completely lost his mind.

"Die to Muggles!!!"

"Long live the wizard!!!"

"Die to Muggles!!!"

"Long live the wizard!!!"

Even though Draco was being dragged by several Aurors, he still yelled crazily.

Give this unfair fight.

Added stimulants.

Those fanatical followers even shouted: Long live wizards and die to Muggles.

Shout and attack at the same time.

Wizards who will counter-reform ideas.

They were all thrown to the ground.

Trample the signs and flags they hold.

Including white cloth with anti-ancestry discrimination written on it.

Cries arose.

The smell of death slowly filled the air.

Suppressed by sheer numbers.

There were even deaths.

The wizard, who came to see Draco simply because he liked him, began to panic.

He turned around and screamed loudly.

He kept shouting 'dead people'.

He wanted to calm down the fanatical wizards around him who were still rushing to attack.

But these sounds are like nothing.

Can't make any waves.

Under such rendering.

The wizards who didn't know what was going on also started shouting.

passionate.

Follow and rush forward.

It even affects innocent people...

Looking at the wizards in chaos.

Draco stopped and yelled.

He also stopped struggling.

Fair face.

Showing a crazy smile.

"Right, that is it…"

"That's it…"

Whispering to himself.

Draco pulled away, and the Auror tugged on his arm.

What a beautiful scene.

Those mudbloods should be stepped on.

Feel the approach of death.

But hopeless and helpless.

even.

Unable to refute.

Unable to resist.

Powerless to struggle.

Finally died a violent death.

"minister."

Lester stepped forward.

The expression on his face was a little gloomy.

After all, Draco just pushed him away.

And extremely hard.

Now it seems that Draco is also a madman...

"Did you see it."

Draco tilted his head and smiled beautifully.

"This is just being brainless and following others and going crazy."

"Reckless."

indeed.

Some of these wizards shouted together.

They don't know why they are crazy.

But the people around him were rushing and attacking feverishly.

Shouting: Death to Muggles, long live wizards.

They are also wizards.

It seems like we should follow along?

Under the huge flow of people, more and more wizards followed.

Lester glanced casually.

Then he withdrew his gaze.

He hates noisy atmosphere...

"Lester, you are really special."

"Unusually calm."

Draco raised his head and stared at Lester with his gray-blue eyes.

He clenched his hands imperceptibly.

Lester forced himself to look away.

Don't look into Draco's eyes.

Inside.

It's an endless abyss.

Once you fall into it.

There will be no recovery.

Draco is just a little unconscious, a little crazy...

"Come, my dearest followers!"

"Come to me..."

Draco stepped forward and asked the Aurors who were blocking him to move away.

All the Aurors clenched their wands.

Step aside.

Staring at the wizards.

The senior officials of the International Federation of Wizards were sweating profusely.

hurry up.

Enter the town first.

Don't leave again.

It’s too late…

This British Minister of Magic is crazy...

Draco's clear voice was heard.

Those fanatical followers turned their heads.

The face showed a unified expression:

Frenzy, excitement, excitement...

They no longer attack counter-reformation wizards.

Instead, turn around.

Rushed towards Draco.

The silver-haired boy standing at the front, dressed in a white suit, looked very sacred and stretched out his arms to them.

As more and more wizards stop attacking.

But stepped on it directly.

The screams became louder.

Wherever they passed, wailing broke out.

Leaving a mess behind.

Various items were trampled to the ground.

The counter-reformation wizards lying on the ground were unable to struggle and were covered in injuries.

Blood everywhere.

Some of them were even motionless and their faces were ashen.

The smell of blood is extremely pungent.

There were cries.

But he was drowned in the fanatical shouts.

Draco didn't wait for the wizards.

Instead, turn around.

Go into town.

Behind.

The Aurors were not trying to stop him.

Countless wizards rushed into the town and squeezed into the entrance.

Several Aurors stopped beside Draco.

But it was not completely isolated.

The fanatical followers who rushed over first gathered around and shouted Draco's name.

Reach out and touch him.

rear.

More and more wizards have rushed in.

Follow and gather around.

Draco raised his hand, smiling and touching the wizards around him.

Fingertips traced across their palms.

In the softest voice, he said: 'You did the right thing, Muggles deserve to die'.

The commotion around me was like noise.

Draco enjoyed it immensely.

He is extremely obsessed with this feeling of being crazily sought after by others.

more.

It's because he did it...

The huge crowd was moving towards the center of the town.

The wizards from the International Federation of Wizards and representatives from the ministries of magic of various countries all looked confused.

no…

Want to give a speech?

At least arrange the seats.

Is not it.

Do they sit at the front and listen to speeches?

How come it seems now.

Can't even squeeze in?

Moreover.

They can no longer see it.

Where is Draco...

Too many people.

The shouting was too loud.

Deafening.

It was almost so noisy that they started to have tinnitus...

The Aurors at the rear followed suit.

Stare into the crowd.

The wizard with a strange expression.

Those ones.

He is probably a counter-reform wizard who has not yet emerged...

And outside the town.

The counter-reform wizards lying on the ground were investigated by the Aurors who were left behind.

The dead were dragged away.

Throw them together.

For those who are alive, just cast the Forgetting Curse and then throw them into the pile of dead.

It takes less than a moment.

There was a huge pile of people.

There were about several hundred people.

The blood dripped down, and a pool of blood overflowed below.

"burn."

Lester raised his hand and gave an order.

Almost instantly.

The Aurors surrounding him cast spells.

Demonic fire rises.

The pile of people was submerged and a raging fire started.

The pungent smell permeated the air.

Lester cast a spell straight away.

Locks in odors.

Fire shot into the sky.

It was reflected on the cold faces of the surrounding Aurors.

inside.

There were several sudden screams.

Incredibly sharp.

It's those who are still alive.

But the wizard of counter-reformation thought was cast an oblivion spell.

Because the magic spell is not effective enough.

And the pain woke me up...