HP: Slytherin disguise

Chapter 608 The differences between Ron and Harry

"so…"

Harry seemed to understand what Dumbledore meant.

He backed away slowly.

Side retreat.

While shaking his head.

No, Professor Dumbledore is not that kind of person.

Not such a person!

how come…

How could this be the result...

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't understand why this is happening."

"I just want to know."

"Their death means nothing!"

"What the hell!"

Harry asked in a broken voice, his eyes red.

But Dumbledore just shook his head.

No answer is given.

"I don't hate you, Professor Dumbledore, because I respect you."

"If I want to hate, I only hate that I am powerless!"

"Can't avenge them!"

Turning around, Harry opened the door directly.

Rushed out.

Close the door hard.

Just as the door is about to close.

Dumbledore lowered his head.

Finally he spoke hoarsely:

"Please let me be selfish for a moment, Harry..."

……

"Daily Prophet": He is the third generation Dark Lord, good at disguising with tears--Draco Malfoy

An innocent, gentle and talented little wizard.

An extreme, cold-blooded Minister of Magic.

Is he really innocent?

Does his absolute strength and status mean that if he is not discovered, he will become the third generation Dark Lord?

Killing, cruelty, disguise.

Which one is the real face?

Will the elimination of the Dark Mark really allow him to take the right path?

The result after the third trial.

Will there be an acquittal?

still is……

Suspicious, uneasy.

Sweeping the entire magical world.

A Death Eater who has been a dark wizard for several years.

At the second instance.

Through a mysterious potion, the Dark Mark was eliminated.

Is there a conspiracy?

Why do the extreme reform ideas of the past still exist?

Yes.

Draco was indeed down.

But that thought.

Still a permanent presence in the magical world.

Sprout……

British Ministry of Magic.

Inside the minister's office.

"Don't move, Draco."

"It's dangerous out there."

"It's going to hurt."

Mr. Garcia held Draco in his arms and spoke softly.

Even if the latter keeps struggling.

Even cruel.

Bite his arm until it bleeds.

He didn't waver even a bit.

"I saw someone die and he stood up."

"Close to me..."

Draco was trapped, unable to break free.

He stared blankly ahead.

It seemed as if someone really came over there.

Mr. Garcia's eyes flashed with self-blame and sudden distress.

"Don't be afraid, Draco."

"I am here."

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have sent you to Azkaban..."

"Blame me..."

Maybe he never thought of this dangerous method.

It won't be like this...

"You lied to me, you never believed me!"

"Why can he..."

"Why do you hate me and leave me..."

"They're all lying..."

Draco suddenly became nervous and struggled to free himself.

Knocking Mr. Garcia's glasses askew.

But the latter held him gently in his arms from beginning to end, giving him comfort and warmth.

Until the office door is opened.

Gonzales walked in.

He looked at Mr. Garcia cautiously, stepped forward and said, "President, I have dispersed the rest of the people outside."

"Look, do you want to leave?"

As a confidant.

The most understandable thing is the boss's mood.

Gonzalez naturally saw it.

So he needs to be careful.

Prevent the president from getting angry.

Speaking of which, Mr. President has not been angry for many years...

"go out."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Draco who suddenly became quiet.

Mr. Garcia's tone suddenly became cold.

"Yes!"

Gonzalez bowed back, left the office, and closed the door gently.

Adjust your glasses.

Mr. Garcia stroked Draco's furry head with his hand and said gently: "After the third trial, how about I take you to the International Federation of Wizards?"

"My people are all there."

"I won't let you be wronged..."

"Look."

"Why are you crying again?"

"Don't cry, I'm here..."

He gently wiped away Draco's confusion with his fingertips.

Tears shed.

Mr. Garcia has done that.

Extreme patience and pampering...

……

The Burrow.

The place is covered in haze with a dead atmosphere.

Mrs. Weasley pretended to be relaxed.

Give each person an omelette.

"Okay, kids, it's time to eat."

She smiled and turned away, continuing to fry the sausage.

And at the dinner table.

There were only three people sitting, Ron, Ginny, and Harry.

Originally crowded.

No longer exists.

Ginny lowered her head and ate her breakfast without saying a word.

Ron, on the other hand, was staring at the fried eggs with a gloomy look on his face.

Harry had no appetite at all.

But he had to pretend to be hungry when Mrs. Weasley turned around.

at last.

In this tense moment.

Mr. Weasley is back.

He panted and sat down on the chair, shouting: "Unbelievable!"

"President of the International Confederation of Wizards."

"He actually behaves like a madman..."

"He's almost stationed at the Ministry of Magic. It's terrifying."

But greet him.

No more lively replies and laughter.

Ginny put down the utensils, left the kitchen and ran back upstairs without looking back.

This made the atmosphere extremely awkward.

As can be seen.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there.

Pretending to be relaxed and forgetting sorrow, forgetting the death of loved ones.

to the children.

The safest and most comfortable atmosphere.

"Stop talking about this, let's eat something first."

Mrs. Weasley knew better than to bring up these matters now.

See this.

Several people stopped talking.

Until, Harry got up and made an excuse to say that he was full, left the kitchen, left the Burrow, and walked into the wilderness.

Not long after Harry left.

Ron stood up and left without saying a word...

"I want to ask a question."

In the endless weeds.

Ron called to Harry.

They both stopped.

Seeing that Harry didn't answer.

Ron didn't care whether he wanted to answer or not, and asked coldly: "It was because of Sirius's death that you told Professor Dumbledore the fact that the mysterious man was resurrected, right?"

His lips trembled slightly.

Harry didn't know how to turn around and face Ron.

He is not qualified to explain.

Can't even refute...

"Ah--"

Ron smiled sarcastically and clenched his hands tightly.

His former friend had become so hypocritical in his eyes.

How ridiculous.

"I think I've figured it out."

"It turns out that you are not a righteous savior. You are just as selfish and hypocritical as ordinary people."

"If Sirius doesn't block the death curse for you that day, you will die."

"I'm afraid you will remain silent, right? Potter."

Ron Yue said.

The sarcasm in his tone became more intense.

Like countless thorns.

Stab into Harry's heart, causing him to tremble in pain.

"I'm not!"

Harry because he mentioned Sirius.

And felt annoyed.

He didn't even want to face Sirius' death!

Ron looked at him coldly, like Harry whose tail was stepped on, and finally said viciously, "You are it!"

"The savior of the wizarding world."

"What a sacred title."

"pity."

"You are not worthy or qualified to be called a savior."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Harry was left confused...

Harry was not returning to the Burrow, nor was he staying there according to Dumbledore's wishes.

in the morning.

Just left the village of San Kechipo.

Back to the Muggle world.

Indented.

That small stairwell that had been with him throughout his childhood...

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