HP: Slytherin disguise

Raising the wine glass slightly, Draco just gestured and drank the wine in one gulp.

There was no chance for the Aurors to clink glasses.

This made them all extremely regretful.

But they didn’t dwell on it too much, and they all raised their glasses and drank.

"During my tenure at the Ministry of Magic, what I most hoped for was that Mr. Minister could return to the Ministry of Magic and now come to Hogwarts for inspection. I also hope that you, Minister, can be here more often."

A black-haired Auror sighed while holding an empty wine glass.

The words were full of admiration for Draco.

He wasn't the only one who had this idea.

Most Aurors.

That's what I thought.

To them, Draco was more of a qualified leader.

Possessing noble pure blood and origin, a pivotal position, the right to violent suppression, a reputation that responds to all responses, and a talent that is unparalleled in the world.

Including that, the absolute suppressive strength.

It is a sign and a belief.

A powerful dark wizard who can be followed and believed in.

In comparison.

Grindelwald is the first-generation Dark Lord behind Alliance.

He can only reign over everyone.

Look down on everything with indifference.

No pity for the loss of any life...

"is it?"

Draco lowered his eyes, and the smile on his lips gradually became apparent.

He doesn't go to a place without a reason.

Every time I go, there is a purpose.

It's like he plans to stay at Hogwarts these days.

In my heart, I have things I want to do.

"I would like to express to you that I am absolutely loyal!"

The black-haired Auror put his hand on his left shoulder without hesitation and lowered his head.

Warmth flashed in his eyes.

Can be noticed by leaders and responded to.

This is a great honor.

"What's your name?"

Raising his head and asking with a smile, Draco became interested now.

He was somewhat curious about this black-haired Auror.

"Ackerman."

"my name."

Suppressing his inner excitement, Ackerman pretended to be calm.

He nodded.

Draco remembered the name.

After all, no one doesn't like this kind of subordinate who can talk.

He is also included…

"Mr. Minister...International Confederation of Wizards?"

Evans on the side still couldn't figure it out, so he finally chose to ask aloud.

This caused Brown to start laughing again.

"Who is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards?"

Draco put down his wine glass and looked sideways at Evans sitting next to him with a smile.

"Uh...the president of the International Federation of Wizards...is..."

Suddenly lowering his head, Evans' tone suddenly became stumbling.

For a while.

Even who is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Can't even answer.

"Didn't you sit in the audience for several hours that day during the presidential election?"

"Why can't you answer all of a sudden?"

Surprised, Brown felt that Evans was acting strangely.

Very sharp on weekdays.

Is this stupid?

Apparently the other Aurors found it hard to believe.

Only Evans knew that his mind was filled with the boy's stunning smile.

The smile made him speechless.

I can't stop thinking about it.

After a while, he recovered from it.

Although look up.

But he didn't dare to see Draco again.

"The president of the International Confederation of Wizards is Mr. Garcia."

He finally answered.

"Mr. Garcia is my most respected elder."

Draco paid no attention to this.

He turned around and picked up the glass into which wine had just been poured, and drank slowly.

This sentence was not elaborated.

But it can still make people guess the meaning.

Evans was not a fool, so he naturally understood.

He was a little embarrassed and went to drink with his head down.

I can only say that it is really not easy to answer these questions if you don’t pay attention to external news...

This little episode was quickly overshadowed by the cheerful atmosphere.

The Aurors stood around the table.

While joking, he and Draco chatted about relaxing topics.

No one sat down to enjoy dinner at all.

Instead, it was wine, bottles opened.

From beginning to end, Draco never refused Evans and the others to pour him wine.

In less than a moment.

His jade-white face turned pink, and his gray-blue eyes were covered with mist.

And those Aurors.

But they were not drunk at all, and they even thought that Draco would not be drunk, so they continued to pour wine...

Dinner is coming to an end.

The students had already left one after another, who asked the professors to signal.

As can be seen.

Professors are afraid that students will be influenced by drinking Aurors.

That's why he signaled the students not to stay and leave as soon as they finished eating.

Even the professors themselves had left in a hurry.

By candlelight.

The entire auditorium became extremely deserted.

Only the Aurors were talking and laughing.

There was another student sitting at the empty Ravenclaw table.

She was looking down.

Quietly looking at the notebook on the table.

Turn the page every now and then.

And every few minutes, she would look up.

Looking at the boy who was still drinking...

"It's undeniable that those Muggles still have some effect!"

"Then what is their role for you?"

"Just for appreciation, use it as a potted plant."

"Hahaha……"

...

Wine glasses intertwined.

Draco could no longer hear what they were saying.

Put down the wine glass.

He put his elbows on the table and raised his hands to his forehead.

"Mr. Minister, what role do you think Muggles play?"

Brown smiled and turned his head. As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Draco was looking down in a daze.

"Mr. Minister?"

After making a sound again, Brown didn't dare to raise his hand to touch Draco directly.

"Don't make any noise..."

Draco's voice was soft and he pushed it casually with his hand.

Straight into Brown's face.

"Are you drunk? Minister..."

Brown smelled the slightest fragrance.

For the first time, he strangely chose not to move.

The Aurors around were drinking and talking.

Didn't notice this.

"Shh..."

"I'm not drunk..."

Draco withdrew his hand and tilted his head unconsciously.

But at the long empty table in the distance.

I saw Luna, who was looking down at the book.

He turned around and tried to stand up with his hands to go find Luna.

"I'll help you."

Brown quickly stood up and supported Draco with his hands. He felt the warmth through the thin shirt, and the faint fragrance just now completely surrounded him.

"unnecessary…"

"Sit down..."

"sit down…"

Draco stood up.

He raised his hand and pressed Brown's shoulders, asking him to sit back.

Although his strength is very small, it can almost only be described as weak.

But Brown played along.

Sit back.

After moving the chair, Draco finally regained consciousness and could still walk steadily.

So no one needs to support me.

Look over again.

Draco found that Luna had already stood up and left, and the next moment, her back disappeared into the auditorium.

He was a little dazed and confused.

Finally decided to chase him out.

Facing Draco's departure.

Brown took a deep breath and suppressed the inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

But then.

But he stopped moving.

Because the faint fragrance still remained between his fingers, it was like a refreshing device, making him wake up instantly.

Put your hands down and hold them tight.

Brown quickly picked up the glass with his other hand and drank it in one gulp.

"Why did Mr. Minister leave?"

Evans, who was enjoying his drink, turned his head and found that the seat next to him was vacant.

"The minister has something else to do, so he will leave first."

Brown replied without looking up.

Soon, a group of Aurors gathered together to drink together with great interest, regardless of the fact that dinner time had ended for a long time.

And the house elves at Hogwarts were naturally unable to clean up the mess.

Just stay in the kitchen.

Wait slowly...