HP: Slytherin disguise

With a loud 'bang' sound.

The office door closes.

Snape pushed forward hard and released the hand holding Draco's collar.

Let him stagger a few steps.

fell to the ground.

"You're crazy."

Snape said coldly.

The hand hidden behind him was clenched into a fist.

Draco raised his head fiercely.

Staring at Snape.

"Crazy?"

"Why do you think I'm crazy?

"I'm more awake than you!"

Not crazy, just venting.

It is to vent the frustration and powerlessness suppressed in the heart.

After returning from Faoshijin District.

Draco almost went crazy.

He wanted to kill Voldemort.

This filthy, disgusting, product of love potion.

Including Grindelwald.

This old guy humiliated him several times.

No one can choose to face the humble facts behind the scenes.

So did Draco.

Even more painful.

Don't even want to face it.

What he wants.

I have always been blessed with thousands of honors.

Become the greatest wizard.

He wants to be above all else.

Includes rights…

"What do you mean by sobriety?"

"Is it an extreme reform idea?"

"Or are you going crazy and torturing anyone?"

Snape was irritated by Draco's look.

Take two quick steps forward.

The black robe fluttered with a cold breath.

Draco subconsciously moved back.

until.

His back hit the desk.

Unable to move even half a minute backward.

He sat on the ground and looked up at Snape.

His expression faintly revealed murderous intent.

"This is not extreme, this is great!"

"Muggles deserve to die!"

"Everyone who stands in the way deserves death!"

After Draco finished speaking.

Suddenly he laughed strangely, and his eyes flashed with a sinister light.

"Even you deserve to die!"

His voice was tinged with hate.

With madness.

Snape looked at Draco without any expression.

until.

A proud smile appeared on the latter's face.

"I should give you some time."

"To sober you up."

Snape's eyes were cold and he strode forward.

He raised his hand and grabbed Draco's blood-stained hair, and pulled him up from the ground forcefully.

Move his head.

He pressed it directly into the crucible filled with water on the desk.

Press firmly.

Let Draco choke and struggle.

"Don't let me hear your amazing speech."

"Unless you're still awake."

Lift your chin slightly.

Snape's eyes were cold and he had no intention of letting go of his hand.

until.

The strength of the struggle was a little weak.

He then pulled Draco's hair and pulled out the cauldron.

now.

Clear water in the crucible.

Already dyed red.

Blood seeped out and stained Snape's hands.

"Cough cough cough... let go..."

Draco stepped away, trying to get away.

He thought Snape was crazy.

Since I want to drown him...

"Are you awake?"

Snape pulled his hair back.

Forcing him to look up at him.

Draco's delicate face was covered with water stains, and his wet hair hung down to one side. He looked pitiful, with an uncomfortable look on his face, and the ends of his eyes were red.

"You will pay the price for your actions!"

"Snape!"

"Get your filth off..."

He hasn't finished his vicious words yet.

was terminated.

Followed closely.

It's the sound of water.

The splashed water dripped on the table and finally flowed to the floor.

Snape looked down at Draco's agony.

There was darkness in his eyes.

His hands became harder and harder.

At last.

He violently pulled him up again and said in a cold voice: "Are you awake?"

"you this…"

"Lowly... half-blood..."

Draco still stared at Snape fiercely.

Use the most vicious words.

Attacking him.

Snape looked at him expressionlessly.

Pressed back again.

"Lucius should discipline you."

"At least."

"You should know to respect your elders."

"Respect your teacher."

Lowering his head slightly, Snape continued: "Obviously, he didn't teach you this."

"As your teacher."

"I have to teach you for him."

"What is respect..."

...

After repeating it for a long time.

Snape once again pulled Draco's long hair and repeated those words:

"Are you awake?"

Got no reply.

Because Draco has been tortured.

Didn't have the energy to answer.

even.

He didn't even have the strength to struggle.

"Looks like."

"You're not awake yet."

Snape looked down at him, expressionless.

Plan immediately.

Continue to press inside the water.

In sobriety.

"...I...I was wrong...Teacher..."

"I was wrong…"

"...Please...don't do this..."

...

A low cry of supplication broke the silence.

Draco raised his hand to open it, but Snape pulled the hand on his hair.

He only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

Blood had flowed into the back collar.

Cold and slimy.

The whole person was extremely drowsy.

If this continues, he will most likely faint and die...

Snape stopped.

Look at Draco's pale face.

Those gray-blue eyes were filled with fear and pain, and were covered with mist.

The tail of the eye is red.

Tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Obviously.

Already woke up...

"yourself."

"Calm down for a while first."

Snape slowly let go of his hand.

Draco fell directly to the cold ground, miserable.

He rested his elbows on the ground.

Watch.

Blood on the ground...

Snape looked down at him coldly.

At last.

Turn around and go to the door.

Just as he turned around.

Draco slowly raised his head, his long silver hair stained with blood and extremely messy.

In those gray-blue eyes.

Endless viciousness arose.

He slowly got up.

Raise your hand.

Grabbing the knife on the table for cutting.

"You're still as stupid as ever!"

Draco's eyes flashed with blood.

Rush forward fiercely.

Raise the knife.

He stabbed Snape viciously.

puff-

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was heard.

Blood seeps out.

Dye the black robe dark red.

Snape stopped.

A sting in the back.

Let him turn his head slowly.

Right.

Draco gave him a sinister look.

The crazy smile on that face was particularly dazzling.

Lowering his head.

It was a knife that went into the waist.

Blood drips.

It also dyed the boy's fair and slender hands red.

"Giggle cluck..."

"Why are you like Potter, teacher."

"As stupid as he is."

"You obviously know everything."

"But you have to put on an absolutely impossible expression and pretend not to know."

"At the end."

"Instead come back and forget and question."

Draco loosened his grip on the knife.

Back away slowly.

The bright smile on his face is particularly innocent and soft.

With a sense of immaturity unique to teenagers.

So innocent.

Even.

His raised hand was covered in blood.

Snape firmly grasped the knife that was embedded in his waist.

Pulled it out violently.

Bring out a stream of blood.

The smell of blood permeates the air.

Extremely pungent.

"Dumbledore knows nothing."

"He doesn't know what's going on."

"He also has things he doesn't know about."

Snape turned back.

Looked at Draco.

"This shows that your disguise is perfect."

"But it's not perfect."

He gave it a sharp shake.

Throw the bloody knife in the corner...

"so."

"Teacher already knew that I was a Death Eater, didn't he?"