HP: Slytherin disguise

Slumped back into the seat.

Dumbledore suddenly picked up the Daily Prophet again, trying to use it to divert his attention.

But the more he looked, the darker his expression became.

Finally, I could no longer maintain my inner emotions.

Throw the newspaper back.

"Why do you know?"

He didn't look up or look at Snape.

I just don’t want to believe it…

Holding the blood-stained peacock feather, he stood with his hands behind his back.

A dark look flashed in Snape's eyes, and he said coldly: "Bellatrix came to see me last night."

He only told half the truth.

Bella did find him because Voldemort killed Lucius and Narcissa, and she suspected that Voldemort was crazy and would kill Draco as well.

So Narcissa's relics were given to him.

Hopefully he could help Draco.

Bella was very entangled and painful at the time, almost falling into a semi-mad state.

I don’t know who to tell...

And before that.

Another person came to see Snape.

But Snape didn't tell Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised his hand to cover the suddenly dazzling candlelight, so that Snape could not see his expression at this moment.

"Do you think Harry will hate me?"

In a low tone, Dumbledore said something irrelevant.

But this.

It already means his decision.

And a choice that goes against everything he has done in his life.

Snape saw this.

Then I knew that he had already made his choice, and asking was just to appease his heart...

Dumbledore has been on the right path all his life.

this moment.

No longer going straight.

"Potter should be grateful to you. After all, you didn't send him to Azkaban for covering up."

"Be careful, that little Weasley son."

"It won't be long before we have a disagreement with Potter."

Snape to these insignificant people.

Don't care at all.

Just when the two of them were silent.

Snape suddenly frowned.

His expression turned grim and he turned his head.

As a guardian spirit that was about to dissipate passed through the wall and came closer, it turned into nothingness under Snape's increasingly uneasy eyes.

"Patron Saint..."

Dumbledore looked up and saw the Patronus disappear.

Seeing that Snape's expression was wrong.

He also felt vaguely uneasy.

"A riot in Azkaban!"

"Those soul-eating monsters suddenly went crazy and rushed in. The goal was very clear..."

"My guardian spirit barely escaped to report the news."

"Voldemort wants his life!"

Snape had just finished speaking.

Dumbledore had already stood up and rushed out of the office.

He said in a low tone:

"I need to go to Azkaban!"

"You can't go, you need to keep an eye on Harry and don't let anything happen to him."

……

at the same time.

An island located on a sea area, where the clouds are so dense that no light can penetrate.

On the island stands the entire magical world.

Everyone was terrified of the Azkaban prison.

This is every wizard's nightmare.

It is a prison of despair guarded by Soul Eaters.

Waves crashed against the boulders.

Make noise.

In the sky, countless soul-eating monsters were hovering around the prison.

Eager to enter.

There are already soul-eating monsters pouring in continuously.

It seems inside.

Something is attracting them.

In other words, looking for a target...

It was always noisy.

Azkaban, which was still letting out harsh laughter and crazy shouts from time to time, was now silent due to the sudden uprising of the Soul Eater.

Occasionally.

There will also be the frightened scream of a prisoner.

"Death under the kiss of the Soul Eater should be your best destination, Draco Malfoy!"

"What if the master wants to destroy Azkaban and rescue you?"

"rest in peace."

"I will tell the master that these soul-eating monsters accidentally got out of control..."

A voice full of hate echoed.

In an area extremely far away from Azkaban.

Dolohov, who was wearing a black cloak, was looking at the ever-dark sea with a sinister expression on his face.

He seems to know the upcoming results.

He laughed again, his face ferocious.

Finally, raise your wand.

Turned into black smoke and apparated away...

And he just left not long ago.

Then three figures arrived.

"In this sea area, there is no order to directly apparate."

"It's too late, Moody, come with me."

"What about me? Professor Dumbledore, teacher."

"Tonks, you are not strong enough to forcefully break through the forbidden spell command in this sea area, so you are waiting for us here."

"All right…"

……

A cold aura spread throughout Azkaban.

On the dark stairs.

There was no sound of any movement.

There was only the Soul Eater floating downwards.

They come one after another.

Breath riot.

The prisoners held in prison.

He shrank into a corner in fear, his eyes wide open, his face full of horror.

Before this.

These extremely vicious prisoners once cheered and even shouted excitedly because of the imprisonment of the British Minister of Magic.

just now.

But like a timid mouse.

Hide back in a corner and live in an ignoble existence.

They have adapted to the dark environment and can naturally see clearly.

Those endless soul-eating monsters.

The fear originating from the heart cannot be controlled.

One can only pray.

These Soul Eaters don't torture themselves...

Azkaban, deepest.

As we go deeper, there are fewer and fewer prisoners in the depths, and by the last few floors, there is no one there.

And in the deepest part.

Outside a prison filled with chill.

Crowded with Soul Eaters.

They wanted to squeeze in, but they seemed to be afraid of the people imprisoned inside.

Dark corners.

At this moment, there was a young man sitting with his head lowered.

That long silvery hair was extremely dazzling in the dark night, like a glowing candlelight.

Compared with the darkness and gloom around it.

The boy's skin was so white that it was transparent.

Just sit there.

Fatal fragility will make people feel pity and intolerance.

But he is such a petite boy.

But it can.

Those terrifying soul-eating monsters stopped in sight.

Draco seemed unable to feel the anxious prying eyes of those Soul Eaters.

Just sit quietly.

by his side.

There was a wand that shouldn't be in Azkaban.

Faced with such a crisis, he did not hold a wand.

Because Draco can no longer cast the God-calling Protection Spell...

Close your eyes slowly.

He stopped thinking about anything and let himself go.

Let those soul-eating monsters rush in instantly and steal his soul.

Black soul.

Powerful and terrifying…

Just as Draco's delicate face became paler.

A golden ray of light appeared, smashing the Soul Eaters into pieces and turning them into long black smoke, which penetrated into Draco's temple.

Confusion, distorted memories and shrill voices.

Made him unconscious.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to feel a touch of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time...

On the white arms.

The light golden pattern slowly turned into golden particles, floating up.

At last.

Condensed into a simple and prosperous book.

The pages turn.

A line of exquisite fonts was revealed:

Contractor: Draco Malfoy

But as the font gradually blurred, the three words 'contractor' disappeared immediately, and then the name...

The paper was turned back and forth faster and faster, and when it was completely turned over, it was closed.

Transformed into golden light.

It spread to the surroundings in an instant and was shocking.

Until it disappears…

[As a punishment for the contractor not wanting to live, the book spirit will never respond again]

...

【Please forget me】

The darkness will eventually be driven away, but the light will not come...