HP: Slytherin disguise

"The first time I gave up, I failed to leave the Ministry of Magic and was arrested by Dumbledore. I paid a huge price."

"The second time I gave up, I failed to leave Azkaban. My soul was taken away by the Soul Eater, and I went completely crazy."

Squint your eyes slightly.

She put the bottle of potion back.

"What do you think, sir?"

"Don't we need to take action?"

Turn around.

Inman saw nothing but emptiness.

Subconsciously turn your head.

Grindelwald clasped his hands behind his back and left here slowly...

click-

The cracking sound woke Inman.

She lowered her head.

He opened his bleeding palms.

The crushed love potion was revealed, and the potion was mixed with blood and dripped.

Falling with it.

There are also fragments of potion bottles.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and Yingman raised his head, his eyes showing regret and a look of inevitable victory.

"It's a pity that this bottle of love potion was refined for you..."

"but…"

"The days are long and we still have plenty of opportunities."

"Disobedient little doll..."

……

The night wind blew the hem of his clothes back, making a grinning sound.

Grindelwald stood on the boulder.

Looking down at the water below.

It seems to have a feeling.

He raised his right hand slightly and looked at the blood alliance mark on his middle finger.

A coldness appeared on his indifferent face.

The bloody mark is dazzling.

"Conceited, arrogant, arrogant——"

"In that case."

"Just temper your pride first."

Fingertips trace the mark.

Under the moonlight, Grindelwald slowly turned around, his eyes filled with endless indifference.

"I will wait for you, kneel down and beg me..."

……

Riddle House.

Several figures stood on the first floor.

I do not know how long it has been.

The cold breath descended.

The few standing Death Eaters knelt down and lowered their heads.

among them.

A new Death Eater with a haggard face, extremely thin, only fifteen or sixteen years old subconsciously raised his head.

But as he looked up.

A strong sense of crisis emerged.

The green curse magnified in his eyes until he was hit on the body and was knocked away. He rolled down several times and struggled painfully.

"Give you a glorious chance."

"Go to Hogwarts and supervise Dumbledore's every move."

"include…"

A cold voice came from upstairs.

Accompanying.

There were also screams.

The Death Eaters kneeling around him became more and more frightened.

Trembling.

"waste--"

Seemingly annoyed by the noise, the cold voice stopped.

Instead, the Cruciatus Curse was revoked.

Only then did the Death Eaters who raised their heads were freed.

He quickly got up and knelt on the ground again, pressing his forehead firmly against the floor.

His whole body was still twitching.

"I need you to repair the vanishing cabinet at Hogwarts and keep an eye on Dumbledore."

"On the night when the next term at Hogwarts starts."

"The great Dark Lord still needs to borrow your body to lure Dumbledore away."

"When everything is done."

"You are truly qualified to be branded with the Dark Mark."

"It's your pleasure."

A cold voice ordered.

Seems devoid of emotion.

Every word is extremely cold.

"I...I will finish it Master!"

"It's my pleasure!"

He spoke in horror and put his head on the ground, trembling all over but unable to stop being excited.

His heart was screaming at the moment.

In excitement, in resentment:

Draco Malfoy!

You also have today, you also have today!

Four whole years!

I never want to kill you, trample you under my feet, and let you experience the feeling of being humiliated!

Now the whole magical world wants you dead!

now.

I will also use your death to repay the four years that I lived in poverty without enough food! ! !

His hands were firmly pressed against the floor.

He gritted his teeth.

Red eyes filled with overwhelming resentment...

"Everyone get out!"

The cold voice suddenly became irritated.

Several people quickly got up.

Turn around and hurriedly ran out of Riddle House...

And upstairs.

The man sitting on the chair had a gloomy expression, and his scarlet eyes were staring at the ring on his fingertips.

This is an extremely delicate ring.

There is a blood-red gemstone inlaid on it, which is dazzling and noble.

It seems to have been carried by the owner for a long time.

It became more and more charming, as red as dripping blood.

There is also a faint fragrance...

Stare at the ring.

Voldemort seemed to think of the young man's slender, extremely white hands.

While wearing this ring.

The whole thing is so perfect that it feels like a work of art…

"Why do you betray me again and again!"

"Why!"

He slammed his hand against the armrest of the chair.

Objects around were broken.

The sound was harsh.

Voldemort's expression was sinister, and there was endless killing intent in his eyes.

The magic stone pretended to be handed over...

Destroyed Horcruxes…

Including, every sentence that made Harry Potter kill himself!

He has obviously given many chances.

Given the most tolerant privileges.

Given almost equal qualifications to myself...

"Draco Malfoy——"

"After all, you betrayed me again."

Chest rises and falls violently.

Voldemort used his strength and kicked Nagini away, who was getting in the way.

A twirl of fingertips.

The ring fell into the palm of my hand.

Being held tightly.

"Come on, come on, soon, you will be completely obedient to my orders."

"Yes, it belongs to me."

The scarlet eyes gradually became clear.

inside.

It has become cold...

……

Hogwarts.

In the principal's office.

Fingertips slightly raised.

Dumbledore used his wand to draw out a wisp of blue silk mist from his temple.

He stared at the blue silk mist.

Then, he looked at Draco, who was still unconscious.

"It's okay, just a few..."

"do not blame me…"

"child…"

Whispered a few words.

Dumbledore flicked out the mist from the end of his wand.

The blue silk mist seemed to be alive, seeping directly into Draco's temples.

With fluttering eyelashes.

Draco in a coma.

Slowly open your eyes.

He was placed on a chair by Dumbledore, who put his arm around his shoulders.

See him wake up now.

Dumbledore withdrew his wand.

"how do you feel?"

With a gentle voice, Dumbledore let go of Draco's shoulders.

Memory is being repaired.

Draco's fair face was full of indifference.

Dumbledore didn't bother him either.

Instead, he walked to the shelf not far away and picked up the green apple juice that had been prepared long ago.

"Do you think I will thank you?"

Indifferent voices resounded.

Dumbledore froze.

But no reply.

It seems that he also knows that this is undoubtedly the most painful thing.

Can…

Hadn't he already erased some memories?

Why does Draco still say that?

"child…"

Dumbledore wanted to turn around and say something to Draco...

"Don't turn around."

Draco stopped him.

This made Dumbledore stunned for a moment, with a look of silence on his face.

finally.

He still didn't turn around.

But I had a bad feeling inside.

But it’s getting stronger…

As the chair was pulled, a harsh sound sounded.

Dumbledore dropped his hand on the cup.

He was about to turn around.

There was a twitch in my heart.

bang——

After just a moment's delay, a heavy collision was heard, which made his heart throb instantly.

The smell of blood permeates the air.

There is blood.

It splashed on Dumbledore's clothes.

He turned around stiffly.

I was shocked to see it.

The scarlet corner of the desk dripping with blood.