HP: Slytherin disguise

Inside the minister's office.

Following the door, it closed heavily.

Draco was forcefully released by Dumbledore and staggered to the floor.

The long dark silver hair is messy.

He raised his head fiercely.

Staring at Dumbledore who was slowly approaching with an expressionless face.

"Old guy, how dare you..."

I haven’t finished what I said when I was so angry.

Dumbledore knelt down and pinched his chin with his hand.

Use clean sleeves.

Wipe inch by inch.

Wipe the blood away from his fair face.

"Uprising in Azkaban, I don't know why you gave up your wand."

"Why did my memory become incomplete and confused?"

"but now."

"You are no longer a Death Eater."

The expression on his face became calm.

Dumbledore showed no kindness.

Instead, the tone was calm.

"I will help you correct your path."

"And the future."

"You need to listen to me."

"The rest, you have no choice."

He was not asking, not soliciting.

But notification.

Even more inclined to order...

Open your eyes.

How could Draco be convinced by just a few words?

He jerked his head away from Dumbledore's hand.

He immediately threw the defenseless Dumbledore down and strangled his neck with his hands.

While pinching him, he said crazily: "Who do you think you are!"

"Go to hell...why don't you die..."

"You all deserve to die!"

Looking at Dumbledore who was knocked down, but his face was calm.

Draco fell into a trance again.

Even his eyes were covered with confusion.

Why not afraid of death?

Why not struggle?

Why...have to be so calm...

who is it…

Who is this person... He obviously remembered it just now...

White beard, familiar face.

Is it... Principal Dumbledore?

But why is Principal Dumbledore here, and what is he doing?

Chaotic memories are like fragments.

flashed rapidly through my mind.

In those familiar yet unfamiliar scenes, Draco saw the old man's kind smile and cunning.

Just when he was about to wake up.

The sharp shouts resounded in his brain, becoming more and more harsh and distorted.

Countless dark and bloody scenes appear.

Just for a moment.

The confusion on Draco's face disappeared.

Turned into madness.

"You are not alive, right! Who are you!"

His hands gradually exerted force.

He almost lost his mind and was filled with murderous intent and panic.

"Let go, Draco."

"Don't make me angry."

Dumbledore has given up a lot for Draco...

"It came to me..."

"Why did you come here? Did you forget me..."

"…irritating…"

Draco, who had been frantically trying to strangle Dumbledore just now, suddenly let go of his hand, turned over and climbed up, ignoring Dumbledore.

Look into the empty corner.

That fair face.

Showing a hollow smile...

"Do you remember, Voldemort?"

I don’t know when.

Dumbledore was already standing aside, tentatively asking.

What he didn't expect was.

Draco turned his head and looked at him, his expression turning cold.

Turn slightly.

sarcastically said:

"That's a really stupid question of yours, Albus Dumbledore."

"It's the right-hand man, Hagrid's death."

"Did it excite you?"

"Or do you think I have lost my memory and can't remember anything?"

Just within ten minutes.

Draco showed several different images.

One moment he wanted to strangle Dumbledore like a madman, and the other moment he was talking to himself...

just now.

It's even more like returning to normal.

Even their expressions are exactly the same.

"I hope you're talking crazy?"

Dumbledore looked at Draco.

He seemed to have noticed something was wrong.

There is a possibility that Draco's mind has been divided and can change at any time, or he may regain his previous memories in an instant.

"You'd better be considerate of Potter, whose godfather is dead."

"He should be very sad."

Draco always likes to rub salt into people's wounds.

No surprises.

He was slapped by the expressionless Dumbledore and fell to the side, hitting the corner of the desk. He knelt on the ground, holding the table with one hand, and raised his other hand to cover his burning face, his eyes trembling.

It seems like I remembered something.

Painful memories flooded in...

On the dark third floor, there was a person sitting on a chair looking down at him.

Including an equally stinging face.

and cold eyes.

A trace of panic arose, and Draco only felt endless malice.

Why is he so afraid and in pain...

Who disappeared…

The emptiness in my heart, what have I lost...

But he couldn't remember.

All he could see was the twisted and sinister expression and the hand that dropped without hesitation.

Someone was snickering in the corner.

Falling to the ground, looking up but unable to see anything...

outside world.

Looking at Draco who suddenly covered his face with his hands and his body was shaking slightly.

Only then did Dumbledore react, recalling how he had become irritable as soon as he entered the office.

Staring down at his hands.

He seemed to be in disbelief...

"Draco..."

Reaching out, he wanted to touch Draco.

But unexpectedly, he saw the uneasiness and panic on the young man's fair face.

What are you afraid of?

Dumbledore grabbed Draco's slender wrist, pulled him in front of him, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Maybe you forgot this."

"It's the best result..."

He was long ago.

I thought about this idea, but in the end I couldn't bear it.

This time too.

Although I thought so, I didn't take action...

"Don't be afraid, Draco."

"it's me."

"It hurts...there won't be a next time."

"let me see."

Dumbledore had regained his sanity and no longer thought about those troublesome and irritable things.

But gently with your hands.

Wiping away the bloodshot corners of Draco's mouth.

Move gently.

Seeing Draco's eyes dull, he no longer resisted contact and became docile.

Dumbledore held him in his arms.

A tired voice said:

"There's been a lot going on lately, Draco."

"In the chaotic magical world, Voldemort is recharging his energy..."

"How should I protect the whims of the past..."

"but…"

Smile a little.

Dumbledore finally showed a kind look on his face.

He used his fingertips to carefully stroke Draco's little face, which was already red from being slapped.

"still have a chance."

"After all, no one can be sure of the final outcome."

"And you...when."

"How can you really choose the white wizard you admire most?"

His whispers were destined to go unanswered.

When I noticed someone approaching from outside.

The kindness disappeared from Dumbledore's face.

"Get some sleep, Draco."

As these words rang out.

Draco's dull eyes gradually lost color, and finally he closed his eyes and fell into his arms...

"You are very interesting, Dumbledore."

"It seems that I still hold you too high in my heart."

"So much so that I feel that you are a saint-like existence in the magical world."

"But you made the right choice."

The office door was opened.

A faint voice came.

It seems that I just saw the scene inside.

His tone was suddenly cold: "Don't touch Draco."

"And you can leave."