HP: Slytherin disguise

The boy fell to the floor, like a white lotus blooming in his blood.

Even though his forehead was already bleeding like a fountain.

Will fair face.

stained with blood…

Between life and death.

Draco tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Even if you are about to die.

I don’t want to look at Dumbledore either…

"Child, why can't you choose me..."

"trust me…"

"Even once."

Dumbledore's hands were shaking.

Heart throbbing.

Witnessing Draco's sideways behavior with his own eyes, he refused to even look at himself.

He just felt dazed for a while.

Why is it?

Breathing becomes increasingly weak.

Draco's face became paler and paler, his thick and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow under his eyes, and blood was still seeping out across his face.

It's impossible to sit idly by.

Dumbledore suppressed the sting in his heart.

Walk over and squat down.

With his fingertips, he stroked Draco's blood-stained hair.

"I think you have a choice and I want to give you a choice."

"I'm sorry, kid."

Dumbledore's expression became calm.

Take out the Elder Wand.

White light flashed.

Healing the bleeding wound deeper and deeper...

At last.

He bent down.

He gently picked him up and walked into the newly opened wall door.

"Let me choose for you."

……

next morning.

Pour out the refined potion.

Snape then turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, who was standing not far away.

"What potion do you want?"

Leng made a voice.

Snape turned completely around.

With a calm expression on his face, Dumbledore sat on a chair nearby and said, "Soul tranquilizer."

His expression suddenly turned cold.

Snape tilted his head and said nothing.

"I know you're worried, Draco can't take it in this state."

"But I've sorted out some memories."

"You can use soul tranquilizer for the time being."

When Dumbledore spoke.

Smooth out the wrinkles in your robe with your hands.

But next second.

His collar was grabbed by Snape who suddenly stepped forward.

"What qualifications do you have to choose for him!"

"Erase his memory?"

"This is not temporary hiding, it is erasing!"

"Total erasure!"

Snape didn't expect Dumbledore to do this.

It's just crazy...

Dumbledore was clutched by the collar and lifeless.

Instead, he said in a calm tone: "Don't get excited, Severus."

"I'm better than you..."

"I hope he can survive intact."

"The future is uncertain."

"So I have to do it."

Let go.

Snape took a step back and looked at Dumbledore coldly.

"I chose Draco, but he didn't choose me."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes.

It's hard to see his expression clearly...

……

"Albus, is Draco feeling better?"

"Better."

"Can I see him? I haven't seen him out since last night."

"The child is mentally exhausted and needs to take a good rest."

"Then...okay..."

Standing outside the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall shook her head in disappointment.

She always felt like something was wrong.

But I can’t tell.

Seeing her disappointment, Dumbledore changed his words: "In a few days, when President Garcia comes, you and he will visit Draco."

Hear the promise.

Professor McGonagall nodded with a complicated mood.

Turn around and leave.

After her figure completely disappeared around the corner.

Dumbledore closed the door.

His expression became calm...

"Don't hate me, kid."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

Entering the wall door, Dumbledore spoke kindly.

Along with the wall the door is also closed.

The light inside.

Darken down.

Only the faint candlelight shines.

Right now, on the carpet next to the bed.

A young man sat.

His wrists were tied with thin ropes, possibly due to a violent struggle.

The fair skin around the wrist.

Covered with red marks.

"The ground is cold, kid."

"After a while, I will find Slughorn and ask him to refine... some potions for you."

Crouch down.

Dumbledore talking about potions.

Smiled slightly.

He raised his hand to touch Draco, but was dodged.

Looking at the avoided hand.

He was not annoyed, but continued: "Slughorn is an old colleague of mine."

"He's a guy who likes to have fun and make friends with famous people."

"but."

"His knowledge of potions is exactly what the students need."

"Just don't know."

"This old colleague, do you dare to come..."

There is no reply.

The room was dead silent.

Only Dumbledore kept talking.

Draco turned his head sideways, his fair face still indifferent.

Like a machine without emotions.

Dumbledore seemed unaware of it.

Reach out again.

He pushed aside Draco's long hair that fell to the side of his face.

He smiled kindly and said:

"If I had taken Harry there before, he would have definitely agreed to come and teach at Hogwarts."

"But it should be difficult this time."

"Just like those people, they are extremely afraid of you and dare not approach you..."

He told the truth.

The current wizarding world avoids mentioning the name Draco Malfoy like a snake or a scorpion.

A talented dark wizard who has been dormant for many years.

It's really scary...

Dumbledore didn't expect Draco to reply.

But this time.

Draco turned his head.

Staring at him with those cold eyes.

"The wizarding world will condemn you, and members of the Order will question you."

"Because of your silence."

No one would have thought of it.

The most powerful white wizard in the magic world will be silent.

They would acquiesce, and those people acquitted a heinous dark wizard.

Dumbledore knows this better than anyone.

Because he has made his choice.

"I don't care anymore."

Dumbledore replied gently, as if he were treating a child.

Extremely indulgent.

"That's not all you are, Dumbledore."

"Hagrid and Sirius, aren't they your right-hand men?"

"really weird."

"Why do you still choose to remain silent?"

Draco stared at him coldly.

He said the most deadly words.

Dumbledore withdrew his hand and did not reply, but remained silent again.

He knew Draco was just irritating him.

Dumbledore was silent.

Draco turned his head sideways, feeling the burning pain in his wrist.

He couldn't remember what happened in Azkaban.

I can’t even recall the memory of the three trials.

All blank.

It was nothing more than Dumbledore erasing these memories.

But the more this happens.

Draco became even more indifferent.

The emptiness in his heart made him want to rush to death all the time.

But was always stopped by Dumbledore.

At last.

Even the wrists are bound.

Dumbledore ran his fingertips over Draco's bound wrists.

His tone softened: "You can't get away with a struggle."

"You'll only hurt yourself."

"But if you be good, I will untie it."

his words.

Successfully irritated Draco.

Let him struggle hard again, trying to break free of the rope binding his wrists.

"Why don't you just kill me!"

"What on earth do you want!"

Draco's fair, slender wrists were already bruised and bloody.

Bleeding began.

Dye the rope red.

Draco didn't understand why he was still alive and why he didn't die...

Don’t they all want his life?

Why don't you come and kill him...