HP: Slytherin disguise

"Go away, don't touch me!"

Draco moved back, keeping Dumbledore from touching him.

His violent movements.

Just let go of the buttons of the shirt, revealing your snow-white neck, and further down, your delicate collarbone.

Dumbledore originally wanted to appease Draco.

But as his eyes moved downward.

His expression instantly darkened.

His eyes were fixed on Draco.

She suddenly raised her hand and put it on his shoulder, suppressing her anger and saying, "What is this!"

Dumbledore's irritation.

Originating from above Draco's collarbone.

That string of dazzling words:

I am loyal to my master

This was hard-wired into it.

There seems to be no way to heal.

Just looking at it made Dumbledore's heart burn with boundless anger.

Draco suddenly returned to normal.

Become indifferent.

The lips were slightly raised and curved.

"I will always be loyal to my master..."

Snapped--

His head was tilted to one side, and his long hair was scattered, covering Draco's expression.

But it can't be covered.

That sarcastic laugh.

"Do you really want to die that much?!"

After Dumbledore finished the fight, he suddenly regretted it.

He pressed his hand on Draco's collarbone.

Wipe it hard.

The fingertips glowed white.

But what.

He couldn't erase the words that made him have the intention to kill Voldemort...

Draco didn't speak.

But Dumbledore knew.

You don’t seem qualified to say this?

The slightly darkened eyes gradually returned to normal, and Dumbledore forced himself to calm down.

Don't do anything to Draco.

To take action, it is also against Voldemort...

It seems.

It was because he pursued peace and comfort too much in the past.

In fact, it is not the pursuit of comfort.

But they are afraid that the fight will affect innocent people.

It's just that Dumbledore has no time to think about this now.

That day in the Department of Mysteries.

He had warned Voldemort.

You shouldn't be setting your sights on Draco...

That being the case.

Then you have to pay the price!

Murderous intent caused dark clouds to form over Hogwarts, plunging the surrounding area into darkness.

Professor McGonagall and Snape seemed to feel something.

Or get out of the castle.

Or open the window and look into the darkness outside.

"Is it going to rain?"

Professor McGonagall whispered.

Sighing and turning around...

"Don't make me angry, Draco."

"You are a good boy."

Dumbledore's tone became gentle again, but slightly depressed.

He no longer seemed irritated.

Instead, he gently stroked Draco's neck with his fingertips.

Ruoyouruowuo pressure appeared.

With a chill.

Even though Draco wanted to anger Dumbledore and make him kill him, he felt inexplicably panic.

What does it feel like…

Why do I have heart palpitations?

The unknown power is the most deadly.

He started with a stubborn side.

Draco didn't want to see Dumbledore.

But as his chin was pinched hard, he could only be forced to raise his head and look directly at Dumbledore.

"Since the Dark Mark can be removed."

"It's not impossible."

"I will find a way to heal it completely."

"Until then, it needs to be covered."

The eyes are gentle.

Dumbledore eased his grip on Draco's chin.

before letting go.

Wipe the blood from the corners of Draco's mouth with the pads of his fingers.

The slap was so hard that the corners of my lips were broken...

I don't know if it's because of Dumbledore's pressure or what.

Draco wasn't struggling.

Instead, he regained his indifference and stared blankly at one corner.

He seems to be thinking about something...

For Draco's meekness.

Dumbledore was so satisfied that he cut the tip of his finger.

Before the blood could drip out, he pressed it on Draco's collarbone, on the string of writings left by Voldemort.

Wipe it hard.

Stain the blood.

As a red shadow appears.

There seemed to be a phoenix cry.

This made Fox, who was lying on a shelf in the office outside, look up.

Looking around…

Slowly wiping the fingertips revealed a lifelike phoenix.

Withdrew his hand.

Dumbledore looked at the branded phoenix.

The mark of the spreading phoenix.

Perfectly covering the string of writings left by Voldemort.

Compared to the engraved handwriting.

This phoenix totem.

On snow-white skin, it is even more pleasing to the eye.

The mark seemed to be alive, and the spread wings shone with a touch of gold from time to time.

the whole room.

All had a burning sensation.

Lowered his eyes.

Draco was like a delicate, tiny doll, numbly allowing himself to be manipulated.

Even if the chin is lifted again.

The lips were carefully touched with fingertips...

"Wait a minute, I have to go to Riddle Mansion."

Dumbledore gently stated what he was about to do.

The tone became more kind.

As for what to do?

it goes without saying…

He stared into Draco's glassy eyes.

He smiled and moved his fingertips.

Gently untying the string that bound Draco's wrists.

Dumbledore just looked at it.

What will Draco do next...

The rope was untied, freeing the scarred wrist.

It stings so much even when I move.

Rao is so.

Draco still raised his hand to wipe his lips and chin.

Everywhere that was touched.

At last.

He even wanted to scratch the top of his collarbone, where the mark of the Phoenix was left.

For Draco.

Dumbledore is no different from Voldemort.

Because Dumbledore used to be too fair and just. He was a saint in the wizarding world and a kind white wizard.

When he has selfish motives.

It will become extremely sinful...

"I told you, don't make me angry."

Dumbledore's tone suddenly changed.

But it’s earned.

But Draco replied coldly: "So what? Kill me."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly.

Seemingly inadvertently.

Picked up the rope that had just been untied.

"You know, I don't want to get angry with you."

That's all he said.

No more words to say.

He paused for a moment and placed his hand on the ground beside him. Draco's remaining arrogance completely disappeared.

He lowered his eyes weakly.

Dumbledore got the meekness he wanted.

"In a few days, the president of the International Federation of Wizards will come to see you."

"Come closer, Draco."

"It hurts. I made a mistake. I shouldn't do it again."

Mention Mr. Garcia.

Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something.

Look at Draco and ask him to come closer, not so far away.

Draco didn't move at all.

He then used the hand that was still holding the rope to pull Draco into his arms.

This time, Draco was surprisingly docile.

No struggle or resistance.

Just like his other form, cat-like...

"Forget it, don't mention this."

"I'll bring you something tonight."

"wait me back."

Dumbledore put his arm around Draco's shoulders and buttoned his shirt.

before leaving.

He never forgot to remind him kindly: "Behave."

This sentence.

It seems to be mixed with a warning...

Close the office door.

Dumbledore walked slowly towards the stairs leading downstairs.

The mysterious aura on him became stronger and stronger.

But when we got to the foyer.

Then suddenly disappeared.

Back to normal.

"Is this its backlash?"

Stop.

Dumbledore looked outside, and there was no murmur of joy or anger in his tone.

finally.

He stepped out of the hall.

Disappear into the castle.

"Riddle House…Tom Riddle…"

"Why are you."

"I have to touch him..."

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