HP: Slytherin disguise

"It won't be far..."

"It's in Azkaban... soon..."

...

The sound went from being somewhat clear to becoming increasingly blurry, until it was completely incomprehensible and illogical.

He looked at his hand which had purple marks on it.

Draco raised his leg and kicked down Professor Trelawney who was still about to scream.

His chest rose and fell slightly.

I felt unprecedented oppression and threat.

What did Professor Trelawney see in his hands?

After all, it is suspicious.

still…

"Why didn't you just kill her instead of bringing her back?!"

Draco was about to get up.

Voldemort held his shoulders tightly with his hands.

"Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Voldemort looked cold and stared at the fragile back of Draco's neck.

And at the same time.

Like a spring, Nagini slid straight onto Professor Trelawney and thrust her head.

Warm blood spurted out instantly.

Professor Trelawney didn't even have a chance to react before he was bitten on the neck.

Then he was dragged downstairs by Nagini.

On the floor and steps, fresh streams of blood were left...

"Dumbledore has been around here, right?!"

Draco's fair face was also splattered with blood.

But he didn't pay attention and didn't wipe it.

Voldemort pinched his neck with one hand, half-smiling, and said in a hoarse voice: "Of course."

"Kill Harry Potter." Draco couldn't wait any longer.

"Why should I listen to you? Give your master a reason." came the whisper.

"If you want to get the prophecy ball, you need Harry Potter to go there in person. Without Dumbledore, why don't you just kill him?"

"Are you still going to make a stupid mistake and let him go?"

Draco raised his hand.

She wanted to break away Voldemort's hand on her neck.

"Maybe Dumbledore will show up."

"He's like an unkillable ghost."

"It always comes at the critical moment."

Voldemort let go of his hand, with residual warmth still remaining on his fingertips.

He stood up and straightened his shirt.

Draco turned his head and said, "Then kill him as well."

"If you can't...kill Harry Potter, I wouldn't mind killing him for you."

As soon as these words came out.

Voldemort's expression turned cold instantly.

"Are you so anxious?"

"Then Master, do you plan to keep Harry Potter alone for another year?"

……

Leaving Riddle House.

Draco felt inexplicably anxious.

He wanted to kill Harry Potter quickly, and since Voldemort couldn't do it, he could do it instead.

Let Voldemort kill Dumbledore.

In this way, either both of them will suffer losses, or one will die and the other will be injured.

Kill the living ones when the time comes.

No need to wait at all.

In just a moment, Draco was mentally prepared for the battle.

He wants to advance everything.

Let’s get rid of these three annoying things first.

Although he had the desire to kill Harry inside Hogwarts, Draco still felt it was inappropriate.

One is that it's not safe at Hogwarts.

Second, Voldemort knew that Harry was dead, so he probably would not face Dumbledore and fight him.

Instead, they will test and ridicule.

And keep this scourge.

The best way is to force Voldemort to face Dumbledore and attack until both sides are injured.

Really hope no one is halfway there.

Leaving without grace...

Hogwarts.

It was just around one o'clock in the afternoon when the auditorium was completely cleared.

Neatly arranged tables and chairs were placed.

There are test papers and quills folded back on top.

Several examiners were standing in the auditorium, looking down at the exam papers and talking about the correct answers.

Professor Marchban and others were in the staff lounge.

Talking about Harry Potter’s assessment results…

The last assessment will be conducted at two points.

But outside the auditorium.

A group of fifth grade students had gathered. They were squatting in front of the wall, flipping through books, hoping that the final History of Magic would get a satisfactory rating.

Harry and the three of them were not surprised, they were surrounding a schoolbag.

There was a fully unfolded notebook placed on top of the school bag. The three of them frowned and looked at it, memorizing it like they were cramming...

"Hey!"

"Are you planning to invigilate the entire exam this afternoon?"

Draco returns to Hogwarts.

Then he saw the smiling Fred and George, who seemed to have evil intentions.

"Any questions?"

Draco calmed down.

Watching with expressionless faces, the two of them laughed and ran away after receiving the reply.

After counting the time, he walked into the foyer...

"It's such a pity that two of the single-tailed birds raised by Briggs died, and they were exactly the same. The colors were so bright."

"Ugh--"

"what a pity."

Thompson's voice came from the corridor not far away.

Professor Creel, who was silent, surprisingly took the initiative to ask: "Why did you die?"

"Hey, you jumped too far. You wanted to fly out of the cage together, but the wild cat that was guarding you took it away. Briggs originally saw it and wanted to stop it."

"Unfortunately, I happened to be looking for him."

"I called him, and he turned around and forgot to scold the wild cat."

Thompson said sadly.

"It is indeed a pity..." After Professor Creel finished speaking, he stopped speaking...

Walk into the foyer.

Draco ignored him, squatting, standing, or lying on the ground outside the auditorium? Review students.

Just head inside.

There are very few Aurors walking around in Hogwarts.

Because half of it.

Went to Hogsmeade…

The auditorium was extremely silent.

Only a few examiners get together to discuss the answers to the test paper.

Draco's entry was not noticed by them.

Draco didn't say anything, picked up the test paper on the nearest table and started reading.

By the way, I will give you the standard answers to several questions.

He watched fascinated.

Didn't notice the passage of time.

When it was close to two o'clock, the examiners walked in under the leadership of Umbridge.

I saw Draco holding the test paper and analyzing the answers.

Professor Marchban said loudly: "Do you want to make one?"

The sound echoed throughout the auditorium.

Extra harsh.

Draco came to his senses from the questions in the test paper.

He put it back without forgetting to buckle it.

"let's start."

He looked at Umbridge and gave an order.

Umbridge didn't care whether it was two o'clock or not, and hurriedly rang the bell to enter the auditorium for the exam.

The students all stuffed their notebooks and books into their schoolbags.

Empty-handed people walked in one after another.

Draco walked around to a corner of the auditorium and stood, watching the students sit down and pick up their quills.

"Turn over the paper!"

"It's time to start!"

Professor Marchban shouted loudly from the front of the auditorium, turning the big hourglass over.

There was a clattering sound.

Followed by.

The students all lowered their heads and began to read the questions.

Most of them were watched for a while.

I wrote the answer easily.

Only a small part has just begun.

He kept frowning and scratching his head...

"and many more--"

"Why is there one less student? There is no one in that position!"

……