HP: Slytherin disguise

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

Draco seemed to be wandering around, following the flow of people without any purpose.

He observed the houses around him.

Including those hidden passages and alleys.

His eyes moved.

Draco seemed to have seen something, and squeezed through the crowd, turned around several houses, and came to an alley behind.

There are some muddy roads with potholes.

Mix with turbid water.

The clean hem of the cloak was splashed with specks of muddy water.

Draco lowered his head and lifted it up with his white hands.

"We meet again, kid."

A smiling voice came from behind.

A middle-aged man walked into the alley and stood not far behind Draco.

He was wearing a light gray suit, a black coat, and old-fashioned brown leather gloves on his hands.

Seeing Draco turn around and look over.

He raised his hand and took off the hat on his head, smiling slightly.

"What do you want to do?"

"Or are you homeless and now urgently need to go to Azkaban to get a single room?"

Draco had long been aware of being constantly watched.

And this person.

It was Mr. Oberon whom I met last time at the Ministry of Magic.

The smile froze for a moment.

Mr. Oberon laughed dumbly and said: "No need to, I'm just curious about the... current principal of Hogwarts."

"Why are you here?"

"Aren't fifth grade students going to take the OWL assessment these days?"

"You should be invigilating the exam."

...

Listening to this man's preaching tone.

Draco frowned.

Should I still use you to teach me?

Are you the principal or am I the principal?

"So, you know it very well."

Draco stared at him with a half-smile, and almost turned his back on the spot and pulled out his wand.

Raising his eyebrows, Mr. Oberon raised his hand, marked the distance with his index finger and thumb, and said, "I only know a little bit."

Through that little gap.

He saw Draco's hands reaching inside his clothes.

This is the rhythm to attack.

"You're so young, so impatient?"

"Well, let's go to the Three Broomsticks and have a butterbeer."

Afraid Draco wouldn't agree.

Mr. Oberon added: "My treat."

After speaking, his right eyelid twitched a few times.

It seemed that he wanted to blink, but he was afraid of exposing anything.

Draco didn't notice this.

He withdrew his hand that was about to hold the wand, curled his lips with a disdainful expression, and looked at Mr. Oberon.

"can."

Smiling and nodding, Mr. Oberon stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

But Draco didn't leave directly.

It was obviously his intention to let Mr. Oberon go first and lead the way.

Smiling, Mr. Oberon shook his head helplessly and walked out of the alley first, heading towards the Three Broomsticks.

Draco picked up the hem of his clothes and followed.

He would like to see.

What is the purpose of this person? He keeps staring at him and talks so much nonsense...

Walk into the crowd.

Mr. Oberon had just walked for a while, then turned back and looked at Draco, who was following not far behind.

Half of the latter's face was exposed under his hood.

Extremely gloomy.

The pale pink lips were pressed down slightly.

He seemed extremely dissatisfied with the crowd of wizards around him.

Standing there, Mr. Oberon looked on with a smile.

But when he noticed that Draco's bony hands began to clench, he burst into laughter.

He quickly squeezed back.

Afraid that Draco would get angry the next second.

Just take out your wand and cast the spell.

After all, this child's temper is getting worse and worse...

"Hogsmeade has been very lively recently, with many wizards coming."

"It seems that he came here because of his fame."

He raised his hand to block Draco's side, protecting him from being squeezed by the crowd around him.

Mr. Oberon began to look for a topic.

Although Draco was protected by him, he didn't reply.

Mr. Oberon just smiled at this.

Not talking.

Following the diversion, we came to the Three Broomsticks store, which was also extremely crowded.

The bar was crowded.

Some of them were still drunk, gesticulating at others, or continuing to drink.

Draco was really impatient.

He directly pushed away Mr. Oberon who was in the way.

Then he came to the bar.

"Two butterbeers."

As soon as he spoke, he was noticed.

"please wait for a moment."

The wizard behind the bar rested his elbows on the countertop, leaning over and staring at Draco with a smile.

It seemed like you could tell who it was just from the voice.

"No, change the other glass to mead for me."

at this time.

Mr. Oberon pushed forward, smiled, and ordered a glass of mead.

"No problem." The wizard behind the bar turned and shouted to the back.

It takes less than a moment.

Someone brought butterbeer and mead over.

Draco didn't even look at it.

He turned around and squeezed out. Fortunately, there was still room in the corner. Wizards basically liked to gather together, so it was so lively.

Only a small number of people like peace and quiet.

Just settled in the corner position.

Mr. Oberon came over with two glasses of wine and sat down with a smile.

Put the glass of butterbeer in front of Draco.

He said with a smile: "I prefer drinking mead, because it is more famous and tastes good."

Draco picked up the cup and took a sip.

I didn’t pull down my hood either, after all, there were wizards all around...

"I would like to ask why you have the leisure to come here. You seem to be observing something."

"What, are you planning to renovate Hogsmeade?"

"Are you here alone? No Aurors are following you?"

"It seems like Hogwarts hasn't had any contact with the outside world for a long time."

"What did you seal it for?"

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic personnel were purged. Is it true?"

...

As soon as Mr. Oberon opened his mouth, there were a lot of questions.

Not even Draco's boss.

Ask again too.

Draco felt a headache from being asked, what is the difference between this and looking for trouble?

"You are the wizard of the Counter-Reformation Plan."

He gave Mr. Oberon a straight hat.

The latter was stunned for a moment.

Shaking his head, he smiled kindly and said, "Not really."

"Because I stand neutral, but I have to be shocked and question your reform ideas."

"I have helped Muggle-born wizards who were coerced."

"They lost their jobs and were homeless."

"I want to return to the Muggle world, but I must get approval from the Ministry of Magic."

The more he spoke, the more his brows furrowed.

His eyes would glance at Draco from time to time, trying to see the change in expression from the half of his face that was exposed.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

Because Draco listened expressionlessly from beginning to end.

The smooth chin was slightly raised.

Makes it difficult to see emotional changes.

"Wouldn't it be nice to go back to the Muggle world? That's where they belong."

Draco would not be said to be swayed.

What's more, trying to sympathize with a vicious and selfish person is nonsense in itself.

Draco was unmoved.

Mr. Oberon sighed.

"But the problem is that the Ministry of Magic, which governs them, has publicly supported your reform ideas and plans."

Frowning deeply, he continued:

"Do you think they go to the Ministry of Magic to apply to live in the Muggle world?"

"What's the difference between throwing yourself into a trap?"

"They can't go to the Ministry of Magic, but they can't go back to the Muggle world without the permission of the Ministry of Magic."

"Once you go to live in the Muggle world privately, you are seriously violating the laws of the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards that have been passed down the history of privately entering the Muggle world."

"You will be forcibly arrested and your qualification to hold a wand will be permanently revoked."

This makes those Muggle-born wizards.

How to survive?

I'm afraid they are all running around and hiding.

I don't have enough to eat, and I have to worry about it every day.

"Your thoughts are really like a person's."

After speaking the last sentence slowly, Mr. Oberon raised his head and stared at Draco sitting opposite, his eyes sharp and serious...