HP: Slytherin disguise

"Oh~ don't be like this."

"Yes."

"We were just passing through."

"Just passing by."

Fred and George both raised their hands and shrugged, showing innocent looks.

His eyes were cold.

Draco ultimately chose to ignore it.

He didn't want to waste time here.

Or.

I'm just too lazy to waste unnecessary time on these two people.

Seeing Draco, he turned around and left.

George whistled.

"Hey, Mr. Principal, where are you going?"

Frowning slightly, Draco stopped.

Turn around.

Seeing this, Fred and George both laughed and backed away.

"I thought you were the Beaters of Gryffindor House?"

Draco's slightly lowered eyes were dark.

That expression was particularly gloomy.

"Yes, are you planning to fight with us?"

"Maybe he wants to compete?"

"Ang-that makes sense."

...

The two of them began to speculate as if no one was around.

"Do not."

"You don't have to compete anymore."

The cold voice was particularly clear.

With a commanding tone.

But this is indeed a command-like notice.

After finishing speaking.

Draco didn't care what the two's reactions were.

Just turn around and leave.

Fred and George, who had planned to play tricks and annoy Draco, were confused.

The two looked at each other.

incredible.

No need to compete?

No need to participate?

They don't need to participate in today's Quidditch match?

But the game will start soon?

"How about... we don't tell the others?"

"That's right, he told us anyway."

"This is all for the good of Gryffindor!"

"That's it!"

...

Just as the two were about to go back quietly.

When with other Quidditch members.

Draco is back.

The two stood up straight in an instant.

His face was as if nothing had happened.

"Professor McGonagall will be proud of you soon."

Draco walked up the steps.

Pass between the two of them.

Walk into the foyer.

"He he he he..."

"How could he do this?"

George whined, looking unhappy.

"Alas! Draco!"

"Speak well if you have something to say!"

Fred paid no attention to anything and chased after him directly.

A friendly smile appeared on his face.

I hope Draco can take back that vicious order.

George was stunned for a moment.

He also quickly chased after him.

The two of them just surrounded Draco on both sides.

Keep talking.

I saw that I had already followed Draco into the auditorium and headed towards the guest of honor seat.

Fred and George both stopped.

Don't dare to follow.

Draco, who had been ignoring them, turned around, raised his hand and waved.

"bring it on."

"If you don't want to even watch the game."

Helpless, the two could only walk over.

Despondent.

and the cheerful and tense atmosphere around.

Out of place.

Breakfast is already more than half done.

When the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor House saw Fred and George appearing, he stood up in a hurry.

Want to let them pass.

But noticing.

They were following Draco.

So he endured it forcefully.

sat down.

Damn it, the first Quidditch match of the morning is about to start soon.

What are these two idiots doing?

Draco just walked up the steps.

Umbridge was the first to stand up and come forward.

All smiles.

"Mr. Principal?"

"Well, these two."

Draco saw that Umbridge was here.

I didn't go to see Professor McGonagall anymore.

It doesn’t matter who you say it is.

He turned his head.

He raised his hand and pointed at the dejected Fred and George behind him, and continued: "Replace."

"Let Gryffindor now find two new batters to take their place."

Umbridge was stunned for a moment.

Then he showed a brighter smile.

"Okay, I understand, principal."

"Then do we need to change the game time of the fourth hospital?"

"There seems to be no batsman in Gryffindor who can take a shot?"

She wasn't doing it for Gryffindor's good.

But just plain ridicule.

By the way, he looked up and down at the angry Fred and George.

Then he raised his head and showed his disdain.

"Need not."

"After breakfast, we'll go to the Quidditch field quickly."

"I still have something to do."

"Be back in the afternoon." Draco had to go back to the Ministry of Magic.

Because Lucius and Narcissa are back.

"Okay, Mr. Principal, walk slowly."

Umbridge happily watched Draco leave.

Then the smile disappeared.

Turning around, he pointed arrogantly at Fred and George and said harshly: "What a miracle. You got cold feet."

She defines it directly.

The two did not dare to compete.

But in fact.

Umbridge guessed the reason.

But it can't be stated explicitly.

and so.

I can only bother these two annoying people to take the blame...

Ministry of Magic.

The oppressive atmosphere makes the place quiet and solemn.

Draco adjusted his collar first.

Then he opened the door and entered the minister's office.

"Father, mother."

A cute smile appeared on her fair face.

He walked straight over.

Lucius stood aside, looking a little unhappy no matter what.

On the other hand, Narcissa.

Smile gently.

"Hmm, is the injury feeling better?"

Lucius raised his hand and coughed, slightly blocking Narcissa.

"Just a Muggle weapon."

"It's harmless."

"But does father have a discomfort in his throat?"

"Drink some medicine."

"Percy."

Draco turned his head and looked at the door of the office.

next second.

Percy was there.

"Mr. Malfoy."

"plz follow me."

He made the gesture naturally.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Lucius' face turned dark.

"you…"

"Go, Father."

"See you later."

Draco didn't give Lucius a chance to continue, and directly blocked him.

"Good good..."

Lucius forced himself to smile.

Before leaving.

He didn't forget to pull Draco's face with his hand.

It's quite powerful.

Draco's fair face was pulled out with red marks.

Percy waited for Lucius to come out and then closed the office door.

Don't give him a chance to look back...

"Mother…"

Draco relaxed.

He fell directly into Narcissa's arms, hugged her waist, and rubbed her.

"Don't mind your father."

"He's been a little angry lately."

Narcissa hugged Draco and gently stroked his back with her hands.

She understood Lucius's displeasure.

After all, I was just halfway through the trip and was enjoying myself.

She asked to come back to see Xiaolong...

Now Lucius has looked away.

I just want to live a world of two with Narcissa.

As for the son...

Well, he also has a son…

"Mom, Xiaolong misses you so much..."

Draco hugged Narcissa tightly.

He looked up at her.

Those gray-blue eyes.

Faintly red.

With an inexplicable trance.

The hand paused slightly, Narcissa lowered her head and showed a gentle smile.

She brushed some strands of hair from Draco's forehead with her fingertips.

Although a little strange.

But Narcissa didn't think much of it.

She came back this time to see Draco.

The report in the Daily Prophet made her both flustered and distressed.

At the same time, he was proud of his little dragon.

Lowering his head, Draco buried his face in Narcissa's arms.

He closed his eyes.

There was a look of dependence on her delicate face.

seem…

It's too pathological and weird dependence...

"Can mother only love Xiaolong?"