HP: Slytherin disguise

The following Aurors all left the office.

Stand on either side of the door.

Seeing this scene, Thompson touched his nose, walked to a chair nearby and sat down.

Lester squatted beside the sofa.

Looking at Draco in his sleep, he is surprisingly well-behaved and perfect, without giving off any strong or violent aura.

Even that delicate face was perverse.

Fragile is not as cold-blooded and ruthless as the outside world rumors...

"What are you going to do?"

An unexpected question rang out. The speaker had lowered his voice as much as possible, but it was still very loud in the quiet office.

It also made Draco move in his sleep.

"I'm going back."

Brown was particularly speechless about Thompson's statement.

He had only one reply.

Then leave.

This is really no place for him to stay, it's too quiet and depressing...

With Brown gone.

Only Thompson and Lester were left in the office.

Raise your hand.

Leicester brushed the stray silver hair from Draco's forehead with his fingertips.

Just a light touch.

Then he curled his fingers together.

Before the delicate feeling dissipated, Lester turned his head away and stared at the corner to prevent himself from overstepping again...

The sound of footsteps came.

Someone walked into the office.

Thompson quickly looked up and looked over in surprise.

He didn't want to stay with this cold-faced party member.

After seeing that it was the black-haired Auror Ackerman, he stood up happily and planned to step forward.

But what Thompson didn't expect was this.

Ackerman didn't even look at him and walked directly to the sofa.

"director."

"Well, you watch here while I go out."

Lester got up and left Thompson's office...

He walked over to the sofa and knelt down on one knee.

Ackerman looked excited and wanted to get closer and keep the closest distance to Draco.

The warmth in his eyes.

Almost bursting into tears.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Thompson walked over and said, "Move back, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to meet Mr. Principal soon."

I heard someone talking next to me.

Ackerman was startled and hurriedly looked up. When he saw it was Thompson, he instantly lost interest.

Keep looking back.

Seeing this, Thompson also squatted down.

"I've never seen you so excited."

"What? Do you admire Mr. Principal?"

...

Lowering his voice, Thompson kept outputting.

But got no answer.

Because Ackerman's face already showed an extremely happy smile.

His black hair was a bit messy, his eyes hidden behind the hair were light gray, his pale skin was dull, and he exuded a fanatical aura.

Just kneel down to show your loyalty.

"Are you OK?"

Thompson was shocked when he saw Ackerman looking like a saint.

From what he knew, Ackerman was usually a very easy-going person and would never show such an expression.

Could it be that he is...

A fanatical follower of Draco? ! !

But don’t these all exist among wizards in the magical world?

It's really watertight.

Very well hidden…

"Can I touch him?"

"No...can't..."

"I can't touch..."

...

Ackerman lowered his head and began to talk to himself in a rapid tone.

Standing up silently, Thompson moved away from Ackerman and stood at the door.

Forget it.

It's better to stay away...

Three o'clock in the morning.

Draco slowly woke up from his sleep and felt the drowsiness in his head. He did not open his eyes immediately, but calmed down for a while.

Then he opened his eyes.

It is a strange place to the eye, but not unfamiliar.

He couldn't remember why he was here.

"minister!"

There was a noise from the side.

Draco sat up with his hands and looked over.

"Ackerman?"

He didn't expect that Ackerman would be standing guard next to him.

Seeing Draco wake up, Ackerman knelt down on the other leg, quickly calmed down the enthusiasm on his face, and replied: "It's me, Minister."

"This is Professor Thompson's office."

"Director Lester came to see you, but you were drunk. Let me wait here for you to sober up."

Hear this.

Draco pushed his long hair back with his hands. His whole body was a little agitated. He moved his slender legs off the sofa and sat leaning back, leaning on the back of the sand.

"What about others?"

Draco lowered his eyes and adjusted his shirt, returning to his indifference.

The enthusiasm was hidden, Ackerman lowered his head and said: "When you wake up, an Auror should inform him."

"The director will be here in a moment."

"Would you like some water? Minister."

"I'll get you some water."

Ackerman didn't want to leave Draco's side, because this was the closest distance.

But he wanted to do something for Draco.

"Need not."

Draco leaned against the sofa, raised his head and closed his eyes to rest.

Thompson, who stood and stood again, was completely ignored again.

He could only continue to sit in the chair.

Just keep your mouth shut.

Facing the sober Draco, Thompson was really afraid...

The sound of heavy yet brisk footsteps came.

Less than a moment.

Lester strode in, holding the long box in his hand, his expression as cold as ever.

Stand in front of the sofa.

He slowly knelt down and said, "Minister."

"give it to me."

Draco finally looked over.

Lester opened the box and took out a milk-white wand. Its surface was smooth and well polished, about 12.25 inches. It was made of acacia wood. The core of the wand was a phoenix feather.

After handing the wand to Draco.

Leicester closed the box and handed it to the Auror who had just walked in.

The Auror took the box and exited the office.

"Where is the Soul Eater?"

Playing with the new wand casually.

Draco lowered his eyes and focused on his hands.

"At the Owlery."

Lester replied truthfully.

"Well done, you can go back."

With those light words, the cold expression on Lester's face faded, and he stood up and left...

As soon as he left, the Aurors also left.

Thompson finally caught the opportunity and came over and said, "Mr. Principal, why do you want to change your wand?"

This really needs to be asked.

After all, how many wands can a wizard have in his lifetime?

I'm afraid I only have one to accompany me for life.

Suitable wands are hard to come by, and he has never seen a replacement wand.

"I have a question for you too, Thompson."

Put the wand away.

Draco stood up slowly and stared expressionlessly at Thompson, who was starting to sweat.

"Why do you have so many questions?"

With his handsome brows slightly furrowed, Draco stepped forward and approached Thompson, as if he wanted to know what was natural.

Ackerman, who was kneeling next to the sofa, stood up.

Somewhat inexplicably, he didn't want the two of them to get too close.

Laugh a few times.

Cold sweat broke out on Thompson's forehead, and he regretted his words again.

Why is he still looking for trouble for himself?

"Minister, let's go."

at this time.

Ackerman spoke out, stepped forward and stood beside Draco, and at the same time glanced at Thompson with a bulging and vicious look, but it was fleeting and soon returned to normal.

He glanced sideways at Ackerman.

Draco no longer approached Thompson, but walked directly past them and left the office...

His face was faintly red.

Ackerman's eyes were full of excitement and ambiguity.

The minister really listened to what he said, stopped approaching that person, and chose to leave...

Thinking.

He hurriedly knocked Thompson away and chased him out, with a look of fanaticism on his face.

He is a follower, a fanatical follower...