HP: Slytherin disguise
Chapter 604: Fragmented consciousness falling into madness
Just landed on the island.
Dumbledore felt the breath of riot.
really.
Soon, a large number of Soul Eaters emerged from Azkaban.
It seems.
It seemed to be driven away by something.
The black waves blocked half of Azkaban.
No time to think about it.
Dumbledore cast Disapparate again.
Moody on the side was staring at the restless group of Soul Eaters, lost in thought.
Finally, after a while.
Then he apparated into Azkaban.
But when he entered.
Dumbledore had already walked up one flight of stairs and hurried toward the dark depths below...
Moody frowned and turned his head around.
I saw it.
The prisoners huddled in the corner, staring at him.
There was basically still fear on his face.
Seeing him actually made you feel a little relieved?
The further down Dumbledore went, the more painful his heart became, as if it was being held by invisible hands.
He even doubted it.
Was it right or wrong for him to leave directly in the first place?
can.
What is right and what is wrong?
There was crisp sound of footsteps in my ears.
soon.
Dumbledore then came to the bottom floor, where it was completely silent.
Still remains.
The cold left by the Soul Eater.
With just one glance, Dumbledore saw Draco sitting in the corner.
is awake.
And, he was still whispering something.
"D…Draco?"
"I'm here to take you out."
Dumbledore walked forward slowly and stood at the open cell door.
His tone was gentle.
With a reassuring peace.
"You just opened the cell door?!"
Moody didn't know when.
Already stood beside Dumbledore.
After seeing the open cell door.
He almost suffered from an occupational disease.
"No, it was always open."
Dumbledore replied softly, as if he didn't want Moody to mention prisons and cells...
The two of them moved their eyes in together.
But found something wrong.
That is, Draco didn't seem to notice their arrival or stop.
Includes conversation.
Completely silent in his own world.
Moody's eyes dropped.
The next second, the hand holding the crutch tightened.
For the first time, he was struck with shock and disbelief, including disbelief.
A mixture of several emotions.
Looking up, Moody looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore also looked at him.
The two looked at each other, then looked at the wand lying quietly on the ground.
Moody immediately drew his wand.
His face was wary.
"child."
"The Soul Eaters suddenly rioted. I think the answer is already obvious."
"It was ordered by Voldemort."
Slowly reach out your hand.
Dumbledore said in a calm tone: "Come on, child."
"He's not a very good home."
"And I will redeem you."
"To take you out of these strife and abyss."
talking.
He walked slowly into the prison.
Close to Draco.
Moody outside the prison kept his wand pointed at Draco to prevent him from suddenly rioting.
Just when Dumbledore was halfway there.
Clear laughter sounded.
With a youthful voice unique to a young man.
Like sweet silver bells.
But in the dark prison, there was an inexplicable violation of the rules.
The expression on Dumbledore's face froze slightly.
The bad premonition became stronger.
"Child, get up and follow me."
Squat down slightly.
Dumbledore tried to observe Draco.
It was obvious something was wrong.
It is impossible for a normal person not to hear footsteps and conversations.
Including what he just said.
"Be careful..."
Moody couldn't help but remind him loudly, but he forgot to control his voice and it was extremely loud.
Even in the depths of deathly silence.
It's also a bit abrupt and jarring.
That's the sentence.
Draco, who was still whispering and laughing, stopped his voice.
Then, under the gaze of the two people.
Slowly raised his head.
The messy dark silver long hair was scattered, covering most of her face. As it was lifted, it fell to the side, revealing a fair and delicate face.
Those gray-blue eyes were full of madness.
Brilliant.
The pale pink lips curved slightly.
Draco raised his slender fingertips and touched his lips.
"Shh-"
"It said...you are too noisy..."
……
Three days later.
International Confederation of Wizards.
President's office.
"Put it there."
"Yes, President."
Place the thumb-sized potion on the desk.
Gonzalez didn't leave.
Mr. Garcia said nothing.
He directly picked up the medicine bottle that only contained a few drops of liquid.
Inside is a clear liquid.
It seems.
Pure and flawless…
"President..."
Gonzalez seemed to want to say something.
But I was afraid that Mr. Garcia wouldn’t want to talk about it.
So I hesitate to say anything.
"Tell me." Mr. Garcia carefully put the bottle of medicine into his pocket and kept it.
Take a deep breath.
Gonzalez asked in confusion: "President, since you thought of this method, why did you imprison the British Minister of Magic in Azkaban?"
"No, you're ignoring the fact."
Mr. Garcia raised his hand and pushed up his glasses.
"The potion was successfully refined only today."
"And it should be used in the first trial to end this and prevent external public opinion from fermenting."
"But this method is very unstable."
"The white thorn stem vine matures in the past few days, not necessarily on a certain day."
"I can't possibly take everything."
"It's all based on one unstable factor."
Gonzalez was still a little confused when he saw him.
He continued: "Although this method is unstable, it is also the most stable."
"I had the wand released in Azkaban."
"But the sudden rebellion of the Soul Eaters was something I never expected. However, with Draco's strength, it is impossible for him to leave Azkaban..."
At this point, he paused.
And Gonzalez has already understood something.
Then he analyzed: "Could it be caused by Dumbledore's sudden appearance?"
His words are indeed somewhat thoughtful.
But not much…
"Then why did Dumbledore forcefully ignore the forbidden curse and appear in Azkaban?"
"He should be at Hogwarts, that is."
The corners of his mouth curled up in a warm arc.
Mr. Garcia lowered his eyes.
His face was full of indifference.
"Could it be..."
Gonzalez frowned, something was already caught in his heart.
But I can't think of a clue.
Mr. Garcia gave him no more chance to speak.
Just take off your glasses.
While wiping, he asked: "Where has Dumbledore taken Draco in the past three days?"
See the president and ask the right question.
Gonzalez quickly put the things in his head away.
"At the British Ministry of Magic."
"But Dumbledore never left."
"I feel like something's wrong."
Something is indeed wrong. Why does Dumbledore keep guarding the British Minister of Magic?
And never left.
Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were not yet allowed near the Minister's office.
Something seems to be wrong.
But it's possible.
It was because of the wand in Azkaban and the open cell door that he chose to guard it himself.
"There is indeed a problem...tomorrow is the second trial, right?"
"Yes, President."
"Let's make arrangements. I need to be there in person tomorrow to see Draco."
The somber tone softened.
Mr. Garcia put on his glasses again, with a soft smile on his cold face...
"I hope this kid won't be angry that I haven't seen him for a long time."
"It's really hard to coax..."
……
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