HP: Slytherin disguise

"Hogwarts..."

"The Ministry of Magic personnel inside have all been replaced by our people."

"Ah."

"Minister, are you going back to Hogwarts?"

"of course."

"Those Death Eaters..."

"One of our own."

"Aren't they from the Dark Lord?"

“But it’s also controllable.”

"Control? The Imperius Curse?"

"You want to know?"

"Uh... don't want to..."

...

He curled his lips and smiled.

Draco turned and left.

Went to the main hall.

Leaving Roberts alone...

Exited the elevator.

Draco planned to go and leave the elevator of the Ministry of Magic.

"Hello, kid."

A smiling voice came.

Let Draco take a few steps back.

He quickly looked up to see who it was.

For a moment.

Draco thought it was someone...

It turns out.

He thinks too much.

This is a middle-aged man.

Wearing a gray suit and a gentleman's hat of the same color on his head.

He was staring at him with a smile.

"Are you pureblood or half-blood?"

Draco looked him up and down before asking.

A look of indifference.

Mr. Oberon was a little confused.

Then he said helplessly: "I..."

"Also, you should call me Minister."

"Otherwise I don't mind."

"I'll send you to a single room in Azkaban!"

Draco interrupted.

Just treat him as someone who comes to the Ministry of Magic for business.

after all.

The Ministry of Magic is no longer off limits.

Here come all kinds of people.

It’s not that hard to understand.

Looking at Draco who looked up and looked particularly fierce.

Mr. Oberon wanted to laugh.

Why is this kid so vicious?

This is his first time seeing...

Last time in the Faoshijin District, after the phantom disembodied into the distance, he did not follow him.

But wait until those people leave.

Pick up your own hat.

Got out of there.

Think about the recent unrest in the magical world.

and announcements from the British Ministry of Magic.

He regretted leaving that day...

"Okay, um... minister?"

Mr. Oberon tried calling 'Minister'.

But Draco frowned.

"I'm asking you, are you pureblood or pureblood."

Apparently he thinks he talks too much.

Still wasting time.

"Oh~ It's obvious."

"My last name is Oberon."

Mr. Oberon smiled kindly and extended his hand.

Draco subconsciously raised his hand and shook it.

But after releasing it.

He reacted.

"Are you mixed race?"

"I didn't know there was an Oberon pureblood family."

He looked down at his hands.

Draco's delicate face showed a look of boredom.

Take the tissue out of your pocket.

Under Mr. Oberon's confused eyes.

While wiping his hands, he spoke out to the Aurors patrolling around him: "Get him out!"

Subsequently.

Turn around and leave.

"Is this kid so bad-tempered now?"

"I can't even come and take a look..."

Mr. Oberon was speechless.

But he looked at a few Aurors walking over.

He chose to smile and wave.

Choose to leave on your own...

Hogwarts.

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.

After the students finished lunch, they wandered around the castle in groups.

A Ravenclaw student.

Basically spend time in the library.

Umbridge, on the other hand, was in the foyer, staring at Mr. Filch as he hung up the education order.

There was a circle of Slytherin students surrounding him.

Are discussing happily.

Their dear principal, will you be back in the next two days?

after all.

most of the people.

Everyone had already guessed what Draco was going to say as the last thing he did.

From the obvious hint.

It can also be inferred.

reform plan.

Definitely going to be in Hogwarts too…

Walk into the foyer.

Draco saw the scene at a glance.

I vaguely remember.

Come back once.

saw.

This is also the case.

that is…

Is this education order too much?

I can’t even book the wall…

"Professor Umbridge, is he making an education order or breaking it down?"

Draco stood outside the students.

Ask out loud.

The crisp sound is particularly pleasant.

Umbridge was startled.

Look back quickly.

The surrounding Slytherin students also turned their heads.

A look of shock and surprise.

And excitement.

But no one dared to come around...

I can only do it happily.

Mr. Filch, who was looking for a vacant reservation, lowered his head and said with some hesitation: "I'm looking for a vacant reservation."

"But it seems there's no time left."

There's really no time left.

Otherwise Draco wouldn't suspect that it was being demolished.

After all, with Umbridge’s temperament.

Impossible to dismantle.

"Mr. Principal, you are back..."

"Did the trip go well?"

Umbridge held back these two sentences for a long time.

Draco raised an eyebrow

He walked up the marble stairs and said, "It went very well. I want to talk about the second thing tonight."

"You arrange it."

Draco just left.

The Slytherin students cheered.

Umbridge breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he straightened his back...

Come to the third floor.

Draco stopped and looked up.

A huge stone beast stands tall.

rear.

It is a moving spiral staircase.

Draco wanted to leave.

But I felt the pull.

At last.

He walked up the spiral staircase.

The stairs rise slowly.

Makes a running sound.

Frowning slightly, Draco didn't understand why he wanted to go up.

But follow the stairs to reach the eighth floor.

He walked out anyway.

Walking aimlessly down the corridor…

Draco stopped outside an office.

That's the principal's office.

It was automatically closed due to Dumbledore's departure.

Lean against the wall behind you.

Draco crossed his arms.

Somewhat dazed.

That was the place he hated the most...

Maybe.

It was never this place that he hated.

But the old man inside...

click-

The door opened loudly.

Under Draco's confused gaze.

The door to the principal's office.

Open slowly...

Subconsciously taking out his wand, Draco looked wary.

But seeing.

There was no one inside.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost thought Dumbledore was back...

Draco just relaxed.

There was some confusion.

Isn't the principal's office closed automatically?

Why is it open...

Draco was silent for a second.

Then he decisively turned around and left.

Leave it alone.

Anyway, I won’t go in.

To prevent being fooled!

Sudden footsteps sounded.

staircase.

Professor Flitwick's dissatisfied voice came.

"I knew Umbridge had no good intentions in letting us go to the staff room."

"The feeling is that the madman is back..."

"He has brought the wizarding world into such a terrible state, and he still has the nerve to come back. Sooner or later, Hogwarts will be destroyed by him."

"Uh...yes, yes, everything you said is right..."

"Thompson, you are still young and don't know how important Hogwarts is to us old members."

"Hahaha...it's really important."

"Oh, I really hope that madman won't say anything shocking tonight..."

"Perhaps Mr. Headmaster wants to reform Hogwarts?"

"No! Absolutely not! Why should he reform Hogwarts!"

"Uh...but he is the principal..."

"Headmaster? What about the Headmaster? Hogwarts does not belong to the Headmaster, nor does it belong to him!"

"Well...but he's still the Minister of Magic..."

"Then...so what..."

"He is also the appointed vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards."

"Uh...Thompson..."

"What's the matter, Professor Flitwick?"

"We're here to get books, right?"

"Yes, the book is in your office."

"Oh oh oh, let's go get the books."

"He's still..."

"Don't mention this, Thompson, it's not interesting at all. I don't want to know what other important status he has..."

"Uh...okay..."

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