HP: Slytherin disguise

He took a step back.

Snape made way for Professor McGonagall, who was hurrying over.

He was not looking at Dumbledore with his cold eyes.

Instead, be a silent bystander.

A kind smile suddenly appeared on Dumbledore's face, and he glanced at Snape.

He said, "This kid is not in good spirits."

"But I will think of a way."

"By the way, Harry is temporarily detained at the Ministry of Magic."

"I want Hagrid to..."

stunned for a moment.

Dumbledore seemed to have developed the habit of subconsciously asking Hagrid to look after Harry.

Also.

In the past, Harry probably didn't really trust anyone except Hagrid...

"Stop talking about this."

"Did Umbridge leave?"

He stopped smiling.

asked Professor McGonagall who looked down at Draco carefully.

Professor McGonagall frowned and said in a low tone: "She just left a few days ago. She's already on vacation tomorrow morning. She's still staying at Hogwarts for such a long time."

"Maybe he doesn't dare to go back to the Ministry of Magic."

Nod.

Dumbledore already understood why Umbridge refused to leave.

The minister was a Death Eater and was arrested.

I'm afraid she thought everyone in the Ministry was in danger.

But in fact it is not the case...

Dumbledore knew when he thought of the strange Aurors in the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic is no longer the Ministry of Magic.

This is also true.

The reason why he dared to let Harry stay there and be imprisoned.

Everyone at the Ministry of Magic now.

They should just listen to their temporarily dismissed minister...

Compared to being in the Muggle world.

Harry is safer now...

"Albus..."

"I think...I think you still don't know what happened in school this semester..."

Professor McGonagall was a little nervous and sad.

What should she tell Dumbledore?

After all, she failed to protect the students...

But Dumbledore shook his head and softened his tone: "No, I already know it."

"Thank you for your hard work during this period, Minerva."

He looked up at Dumbledore's gentle eyes.

Professor McGonagall sighed.

It's already too late, so what's the use of saying all this?

It just adds to the sadness…

"Is it true that the International Federation of Wizards has revised the trial notice and asked him to temporarily recuperate in Hogwarts?"

Think of the latest news from the Daily Prophet.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, I will supervise it for the time being."

"But Albus, the students are afraid..."

"I know this is going to be hard for a lot of people to accept or panic about, but I have to do it."

"There will be opposition tomorrow..."

"But I don't care about that, Minerva."

"That…"

"Everything is running normally. I need to find a way to appease his emotions. If it doesn't work, I can only..."

The words go deep.

Dumbledore said no more.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall didn't understand, but she didn't ask any further questions.

On the other hand, Snape had been listening to them.

He had lowered his eyes and stood in a dark place where light could not reach.

It's impossible to see his expression...

"What happened to his face?"

"Who did it?!"

"It's just..."

A sudden exclamation sounded.

Professor McGonagall stroked Draco's fair face with her fingertips.

Including the bruise on the corner of the lip...

next second.

He seemed to realize that his tone was too anxious.

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment.

Then he thought of something and stopped making any sound.

Even the expression.

Also fell silent.

But the fingertips still haven't been withdrawn.

"I'll treat him later..."

"It's so late, let's all go get some rest."

Dumbledore spoke.

He signaled the two of them to go back and rest.

Rolling up the newspaper, Snape said in a gloomy voice: "Then he..."

"Draco will recuperate in my office from now on."

Dumbledore looked directly at Snape.

The tone is meaningful.

"Okay, it's very late, you two."

"If we don't go back, Mrs. Norris will bring Filch over."

The last two sentences.

He reminded the two of them again in a laughing tone.

"All right…"

Professor McGonagall retracted her hand.

Be the first to leave.

After her figure completely disappeared.

Only then did Snape move.

Come closer.

He touched Draco's smooth forehead with his hand and said coldly: "His soul has been completely dyed black, and is also mixed with the breath of the Soul Eater..."

"Keep him out of reach of the wand."

After the reminder.

Snape withdrew his hand and turned around.

He glanced at his fingertips that still had a delicate fragrance.

Finally left with lowered eyes...

The main hall fell into complete silence.

Dumbledore turned his head.

Looking out into the darkness outside the foyer...

……

The moonlight was pale.

But it did not illuminate the sparkling waves on the sea.

Only darkness remained.

On the island, the tall tower is like the only symbol.

Shine light…

Alliance party members were sitting sparsely, ignoring others leaving their seats.

Instead, he leaned back in his chair without saying a word.

Lost in thought.

"I think I've made it very clear."

"This...is what Mr.

Cook finally stood up and reminded the people who were still sitting.

But it's earned.

But it was Lester's cold expression.

He sat back helplessly.

"you…"

"Alas, the plan was originally far away from now."

"This can't be delayed."

"So, what are you thinking?"

Raising his hand to rub his temples, Cook felt a headache.

Where can he find out what Mr. Xiang means...

Is the gentleman someone he can see and ask casually?

Unless he can't think about it...

"Dumbledore took the minister to Hogwarts to recover."

"As a saint in the magical world."

"I don't know what he is thinking, but I can think of something."

"I don't think he is really good for the wizarding world."

"It's just that he has his own selfish motives."

"The minister is under house arrest."

Turning his head coldly, Lester pushed the "Daily Prophet" on the table in front of Cook.

Just one afternoon.

The Daily Prophet has published several new ones.

It's like pushing the limits.

All kinds of suspicions and protests...are endless.

Cook held down the newspaper.

He shook his head and looked at Roberts, who also didn't get up.

The latter raised his hand and rubbed his chin.

Apparently I think so too...

"Okay, everyone."

"Since you think about this, sir, you should give me some ideas."

"Then let me tell you a recent fact."

Take a deep breath.

Cook stood up and put his hands on the table.

Word by word: "He and his husband don't get along, and they often 'compete' with each other."

"This is something that is there for all to see."

"But is that the reason..."

"I don't have the qualifications to confirm."

"Okay everyone, go back to the Ministry of Magic and do your duties."

All reminders are for this reason.

He lowered his head and raised his hand to signal a few people to leave.

"is it?"

Lester stood up and straightened his clothes.

Then he pulled up his chair and strode away.

Everyone left one after another.

Cook finally breathed a sigh of relief and ran upstairs quickly.

But when it's about to arrive.

I lost my courage again.

In the end, he could only retreat.

Sir, I haven't seen anyone these days. If he really goes there rashly, there must be something wrong with his brain...

In the topmost room.

Inman was looking down at the hole in the wall.

Sorting out the recently re-refined potions.

In front of the window, stood Grindelwald bathing in the moonlight.

Take out a bottle of potion and examine it.

Inman glanced to one side and said, "That Cook just wanted to come up."

"It should be because of recent events."

Got no reply.

But she still continued:

"But I'm curious..."

"Little doll...why did you give up your wand twice?"