HP: Slytherin disguise

The full lips curved slightly.

Draco's eyes darkened under his hood, and he said with a smile, "You wouldn't think that there are very few people with this kind of thinking in this world, would you?"

"It's really interesting."

"On the contrary, there are many wizards with this kind of thinking."

"I just don't have the courage to show up."

He looked up, under the shadow of his hood.

They are dark blue eyes.

"Again, I'm not the first, but I won't be the last either."

"And you."

Curling his lips sarcastically, Draco said the last words word for word: "You should take care of yourself."

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Oberon raised his head and poured all the mead in the cup into his mouth.

Then he gently put down the empty cup.

"You were once a talented little wizard that attracted much attention in the magic world."

Said this softly.

Mr. Oberon's expression was silent and his smile disappeared.

But kid, you promised me...

"what about now?"

Draco looked at him with a half-smile and asked in a mocking tone.

Get up slowly.

Mr. Oberon looked at Draco and made no reply.

"See clearly, I'm not as gentle and cute as the rumors say."

"on the contrary."

"I'm a vicious, reckless lunatic."

Draco didn't care whether he replied or not, he just lowered his head and slowly tasted the butterbeer.

"I hope you can wake up as soon as possible."

Mr. Oberon put his hat back on his head, took off the leather glove on his right hand, and held it out to Draco.

Draco didn't shake his hand.

And he didn't even look at her.

Finally, Mr. Oberon took his hand back, put on his gloves, turned and left...

Finished the last remaining butterbeer.

Draco stood up and prepared to leave the Three Broomsticks.

As soon as he passed by the bar, someone approached him.

"You haven't paid for your drinks yet."

This is a store clerk. He is smiling and deserves a beating.

Draco's face under his hood changed instantly.

He raised his hand to say something.

But in the end he could only hold back one sentence: "That person didn't pay?"

The clerk rubbed his hands and explained, "He said you pay for the drinks."

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Draco almost couldn't help but rush out, catch up with Mr. Oberon, and give him some color.

But in the end.

He still held back.

After all, it’s just a few drinks, so it won’t be...

"How many Sickles?"

Thinking about it, Draco planned to pay.

Unexpectedly, the clerk smiled, raised his hand and said: "Fifty Galleons, please pay."

"How many--"

The eyes under the hood widened.

Draco raised his voice and raised his head in disbelief.

Fifty galleons for two glasses of wine?

Why not grab it?

Isn't this pure fraud?

"Fifty galleons, the money for butterbeer and mead will be wiped out for you, but before that gentleman left, he asked for two barrels of the last two barrels of honeyweed red wine that our store has treasured for many years!"

"One barrel is twenty-five galleons, two barrels total fifty galleons."

The clerk quickly calmed Draco down.

Draco laughed out loud.

I’ve seen prostitution for free, but I’ve never seen such a huge one.

"Do you think I'm someone who carries so many Galleons with me at all times?"

"Uh...but..."

The clerk scratched his head and didn't dare to say a word.

After all, there are really not many wizards who carry around so many Galleons.

"what happened?"

At this moment, the wizard in front of the bar came over.

The clerk hurriedly hid behind him and said, "He didn't have a Galleons to pay for the wine."

The wizard at the bar laughed.

"Then no need."

"But…"

"It's not that much, but if I say it's waived, I'll waive it."

"But…"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

"Fifty Galleons!"

"What?"

"Drinks cost fifty galleons! The store manager will kill us if he knows!"

"what?"

The wizard looked at Draco in disbelief.

Draco took a deep breath and said, "Someone will pay the galleons later."

After saying that, he suppressed his anger and left.

The clerk was a little confused when he saw this.

"Aren't we going to stop it?"

"What if he doesn't come..."

"Haha, do you know who he is?"

"do not know…"

"If you don't know, just shut up and do your job!"

……

Exited the Three Broomsticks shop.

Draco lost the mood to continue observing and returned directly to Hogwarts.

Quite a coincidence.

As soon as he came back, the first OWL exam in fifth grade ended.

The students filing out cheered.

Draco stood on the steps outside the hall.

He staggered and almost fell when he was hit by the students who were flying out.

The student turned around subconsciously and wanted to apologize.

But when he saw who the staggering person he hit was, he was instantly speechless.

He stood there with a panicked look on his face.

No more happiness at the end of the exam.

The students walking around also stopped and did not dare to say a word.

Afraid of being noticed.

He looked down at his shoulder where he was hit.

Draco raised his hand to brush away the non-existent dust on it, his expression extremely cold.

He just turned around.

When I was about to call the student to the office and strangle him to death.

Someone came over.

"Draco?"

A cautious voice drew his attention.

The student also took the opportunity to slip away.

Seeing this, the other students walked towards the corridors on both sides, while the more timid ones quickly retreated into the foyer.

"Is something wrong?"

Draco turned back.

The one who called him was Hermione holding a book.

She seemed to be planning to go to the grass outside the castle to review quietly.

"Nothing."

Hermione smiled awkwardly and slipped away from him.

He walked out of the front door in a hurry.

Draco followed her with his eyes, only to find that the student who hit him was gone.

Looking around, there is no one.

Suppressing his slightly irritable mood, Draco walked into the hall.

I bumped into Professor Flitwick again holding a bench.

The latter sees himself.

Like a mouse seeing a cat, his face instantly turned pale, he hugged the bench and hurriedly ran up the marble stairs.

I almost fell down halfway...

"Have a great trip! Enjoyable! We've been here many times before!"

at this time.

In the auditorium, the loud and impatient voice of an old witch came.

"And I haven't heard from Dumbledore lately."

"What? Haven't you figured out where he is yet?"

The voice contained dissatisfaction.

Then, Umbridge's respectful voice came: "I haven't figured out where he is yet."

"But I believe that the Ministry of Magic will capture him soon!"

The old witch's loud rebuttal began again.

" Not always."

"If he doesn't want people to find out, there's absolutely no chance. When he took the NEWT exam, I personally tested his transformation... He can always use a magic wand to create tricks that I have never seen before..."

Umbridge didn't seem to want to talk about Dumbledore.

Change the topic directly:

"Yeah yeah."

"Let me take you to the staff lounge. After all, you have worked hard all the way and you need some tea."

Draco listened for a while.

He was not interested and prepared to go upstairs...