HP: Slytherin disguise

"Are you Draco Malfoy?!"

This question was particularly loud.

Draco had to turn his head away.

See who this person is, dare to call him by his name.

Then he saw it.

Inside the auditorium, walk out.

A small group of senile witches and wizards.

Umbridge was standing next to a hunchbacked witch, with a respectful smile on her face.

If nothing unexpected happens.

This hunchbacked old witch with a tightly wrinkled face.

It was the examiner, Professor Marchban.

Draco turned around forcefully.

He said in a bad tone: "It's me."

"What did you say?!!"

Professor Marchiban asked loudly, but because he was hard of hearing, he couldn't hear clearly what Draco said.

"I said! It's me! Old lady!"

Draco replied impatiently and prepared to leave.

"Are you Dumbledore's favorite student?"

Professor Marchban asked, not feeling at all that he had said a lot.

Umbridge quickly stepped aside.

For fear of being affected.

This is pure nonsense. Draco has replaced Dumbledore as the principal of Hogwarts. When the last Minister Fudge was still alive, he still preached that Dumbledore was an old madman, and now he is carrying out reform ideas.

Completely and Dumbledore's views and ideas.

Run in the opposite direction.

Could this be your favorite student?

I'm afraid it's the most annoying, but that's about right...

There was a coldness on his fair face.

Draco sarcastically said, "You should read more of the Daily Prophet."

"At such an old age, you should retire as early as possible."

He turned his head and looked at old Professor Tofodi who was frowning and about to say something.

"And you."

"Shut your mouth, I don't want to hear any of you talking or mentioning anything about Albus Dumbledore."

"Otherwise, immediately! Immediately! Get out of here!"

I was never in a good mood.

At this moment, Draco simply stopped pretending.

Now he doesn't need to pretend to be gentle and cute.

Besides, his reform ideas have already made the entire magic world recognize him clearly, haven't they?

"Is this what Dumbledore taught you?"

Professor Tofty raised his hand and pointed tremblingly at Draco, in disbelief.

He would never have thought of it.

The delicate young man in front of me would say such ugly words.

"His whereabouts are still unknown. Once he appears, he will have to go to Azkaban."

"how?"

"You want to stay with him!"

Just as Draco was about to take a step forward, someone grabbed his collar and forced him back.

"Go to the staff room, I'm sorry, Professor Marchban, Professor Tofty."

"I apologize to you on behalf of Hogwarts."

"Now, please follow me to the staff lounge for tea."

It's Professor McGonagall.

She smiled nervously, her voice full of apology.

But the hand that tugged at the back of Draco's collar.

But he didn't let go.

Professor Tofty raised his hand and touched his bald head, and smiled back at Professor McGonagall. At the same time, he loudly talked to Professor Marchban to go to the staff lounge.

Professor Marchban is extremely deaf.

I didn't hear clearly what Draco said just now.

He nodded.

Under the leadership of Umbridge, we headed to the staff lounge.

Professor McGonagall quickly let go of Draco and followed quickly, accompanying him on one side and constantly apologizing to Professor Tofty and the other examiners...

He raised his hand and straightened his collar.

Draco was not offended by Professor McGonagall's rudeness.

Because he just stepped forward.

He planned to wait for the other party to say another word.

He pulled out his wand and cast the Death Curse.

Fortunately, the appearance of Professor McGonagall helped him regain some sense.

"minister!"

"roll!"

"Okay, Minister!"

Before leaving, Draco did not forget to drive away Ackerman who suddenly approached him.

Once he returns to the office.

Then he started to think wildly.

Finally came to the conclusion of a rest meeting...

the following few days.

OWL assessments are running normally.

Except for the fact that the examiners would loudly discuss the mistakes of certain students in the corridors, foyers, and auditoriums of Hogwarts, which was very annoying.

Basically everything is peaceful.

Unless Draco shows up.

Otherwise, this peace will not be broken.

And in the meantime.

Draco had also proctored the exams and watched the students hurriedly completing the exam questions.

Including Harry casting the Patronus Charm and getting bonus points.

Although the latter kept staring at himself.

He didn't care.

Draco changed his tune over the weekend, allowing Umbridge to now allow students to visit Hogsmeade.

But none of the students will go.

Everyone 'agrees' that it should be reviewed.

But whether he really thinks so is unknown. After all, the professors all had straight faces, staring intently at whoever dared to go outside to play at this juncture...

The last exam on History of Magic will be in the afternoon.

Draco left Hogwarts quietly in the morning.

He went to Riddle House.

Not surprisingly, he saw the ragtag group of Death Eaters.

Sometimes he wanted to pry open Voldemort's head.

See if he has no brains or no IQ.

It’s time to take action or not, and I’ll wait until the end of time before I feel it’s time to take action...

But what Draco didn't know was.

The reason why Voldemort keeps delaying is because he is studying more possibilities of Horcruxes...

"He's not in now?"

Glancing around the third floor, Draco saw no trace of Voldemort.

There was only a group of Death Eaters standing scattered around.

Either silent or whispering.

Also coming this time were the heads of pure-blood families.

Draco's arrival undoubtedly allowed many pure-blood family heads to find their backbone.

They all came together.

"We've been waiting here for more than an hour, and the owner hasn't shown up yet."

A pure-blood family leader replied.

Now Draco has a tendency to be on par with Voldemort.

The magic world has been experiencing intensified riots recently.

This is the best proof.

"Where is Dolokhov? Where did he die?"

Draco drew his wand and prepared to take action, but found that Dolohov was not there, not even Bella.

Trevor and Rookwood were standing in one corner.

Draco took out his wand.

The two of them quickly turned their heads away, pretending to be nonchalant, for fear of getting into trouble.

"Should be with the master."

Hear this reply.

Draco walked straight to the fireplace, the only one that belonged to Voldemort.

Take your seat slowly.

He leaned back in his chair and played with the wand in his hand.

The wand rotated several times on his white knuckles with great dexterity.

Only he can play with the wand...

Facing Draco, he sat down in Voldemort's seat.

The Death Eaters around had different expressions.

Everyone has their own hidden agenda.

Draco had just sat down for a moment.

There were footsteps coming downstairs.

And women’s shrill, excited shouts.

Everyone turned their attention away.

Draco wasn't surprised either.

Then they saw a wizard who was trembling all over, his robes had large patches of dark red, and his drooping hands were still dripping with blood.

Controlled by the magic spell, he floated up first...