HP: Slytherin disguise

Dumbledore left for a while.

Draco raised his head and stared at the deadly objects.

In fact, it is very simple to want to die.

Just close your eyes.

Find something to bump into, and Renren will pass.

And now.

Draco thought so too.

He completely forgot about Dumbledore's warning before he left.

But even if you remember.

Nor will he obey.

After standing up from the floor, Draco hadn't even taken two steps.

Then he fell back to the ground.

But the fall didn't hurt much.

Because the floors are covered with soft carpets.

It really can't be hit very hard.

Looking at the scarred wrist.

Draco was in a daze.

until.

He saw 'Loser' carved on the back of his right hand.

Cover the writing with the fingertips of your left hand.

Draco desperately tried to get up, but he felt weak.

Fingertips exert force.

He scratched the back of his right hand.

Let it become a bloody mess.

Look again.

The word 'loser' can no longer be seen clearly.

The stinging pain also made Draco regain some of his senses, and he forced himself to stand up.

He looked at himself now.

A hard object that seems extremely far away.

At last.

He looked down at his hands.

The white, slender hands were once so flawless, like pampered works of art.

Now the blood is flowing.

It seems.

covered in wounds…

Moving back half a minute, Draco raised his hands.

Close to your neck.

Dumbledore seemed to know that he would not settle down.

So I kept a backup plan.

He didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.

However, for those who want to die.

There are still many methods.

Draco pinched his neck harder and harder.

I wish I could suffocate to death immediately.

But it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

He soon ran out of energy and couldn't control his breathing.

He coughed violently.

When he still wants to continue.

However, he found that he couldn't muster the strength to do anything, and he was mentally exhausted and feeling groggy.

At last.

He fell down directly, his face turned pale...

……

The heavy rain came as expected.

Washing the earth.

Dark night falls, plunging the world into thunderstorms.

From time to time lightning would pierce the sky.

Inside Hogwarts Castle.

Filch was walking around with Mrs. Norris.

Worried about rainwater pouring into the foyer.

Because it was a heavy rain, and it was getting heavier and heavier with no sign of stopping, the flower beds were already flooded, and muddy water mixed with mud kept flowing out.

If it stops raining tomorrow.

A period of cleaning is definitely indispensable.

clap clap-

Crisp footsteps came from the dark night.

Let Filch arrive at the foyer quickly.

He looked out with a wary look on his face.

As a bolt of lightning flashed across, lighting up the dark night.

He saw someone walking towards the foyer in the rain, and his robe seemed to be stained with large areas of dark red.

Just a fleeting brightness.

Filch couldn't see more clearly.

He was stunned for a moment, then felt a little flustered.

This was in the middle of the night.

Who can come to Hogwarts?

Hearing the footsteps still approaching.

Filch quickly picked up Mrs. Norris and prepared to run upstairs to call Professor McGonagall.

"Filch."

A familiar shout came.

Filch, who had turned around to run, stopped.

He turned around stiffly and took a look.

It turned out to be Dumbledore.

At this moment, Dumbledore's whole body was entangled with the faint smell of blood, and his long snow-white hair and beard were a little messy, stained with dots of blood.

On that robe.

The vast expanse of dark red that Filch saw.

It was blood.

Blood stains that were almost dry.

Look at Dumbledore not hurt at all.

Those bloodstains...

"Filch?"

Dumbledore looked calm and looked at Filch in a daze.

Aroused, Filch backed away.

Somewhat flustered.

Even Mrs. Norris tried her best to get into his clothes. She was so scared that she wanted to fly away out of thin air.

"headmaster…"

"this late…"

Filch looked away.

Go and see the ground.

But they found that there was no trace of water.

"Ah."

"I know, you should go and rest quickly."

"It's so late at night, don't take Mrs. Norris around anymore."

"The temperature will drop later."

Dumbledore's tone was equally calm.

After finishing speaking.

Then he walked directly to the marble staircase.

Filch only felt inexplicable palpitations and panic.

This is not an illusion.

is real.

He pulled out the trembling Mrs. Norris.

Just put it on the ground.

Mrs. Norris grabbed his trouser leg.

Climbed up again...

……

As the door to the principal's office opened.

The portraits on the wall seemed to be unaware, with their eyes closed.

As if falling into a strange drowsiness.

In this regard.

Dumbledore didn't even look at it.

He placed the Elder Wand next to Fawkes's shelf.

He turned around and gave the door order.

Enter the room hidden behind the wall.

And after he left.

Fox opened his eyes and turned to look at the Elder Wand next to the shelf.

The dark red liquid slowly gathered.

From the Elder Wand, dripping down.

with.

The pungent smell of blood…

Inside the wall door.

Draco had already heard the noise and woke up.

After Dumbledore came in.

He was still sitting on the carpet, hugging his legs and resting his chin on his knees. He didn't make any sound, just huddled in the corner quietly.

"come over."

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's calm face.

Opened his arms.

However, Draco didn't respond to him.

Reluctantly, he took off his robe.

Dumbledore looked at the large area of ​​dark red at the hem of his clothes and said calmly, "What a timely rain."

"Disperse all the blood flowing on the ground."

"It won't affect the aesthetics."

"I just don't know if anyone has collected the body."

As he spoke.

He had already taken off his robe and put it on the hanger.

After confirming that there was no blood on the robe inside.

He just walked over.

He bent down and stretched out his clenched hands.

inside.

It seems to be holding something.

Draco began indifferently, without responding.

Dumbledore squatted down indifferently.

He smiled and said, "Are you sure you don't want to take a look?"

"This is a gift I brought back to you from Riddle Mansion on a special trip."

"Oh no."

Something seemed to come to mind.

He added:

"Look at my memory. I forgot that Riddle House no longer exists."

The sideways head moved slightly.

Draco wondered what Dumbledore meant by this.

But...what does it have to do with him...

"Angry?"

"Or do you simply don't want to pay attention to me?"

Dumbledore hit the wall several times, but still smiled gently.

Instead, he started to use a coaxing tone.

Let Draco take a look.

It seemed that he really didn't want to get too close to Dumbledore.

Draco moved aside.

The smile froze.

Dumbledore sighed and opened the hand he had been holding.

A slender severed finger stained with blood was exposed.

This must have been cut abruptly, the wound was neat and black.

It was still stained with dark red blood.

Even Dumbledore's hand.

It has also been dyed red.

"He knows how to make choices, even if a finger is broken and some subordinates are lost."

"You can still leave first."

The kind smile on Dumbledore's face was illuminated by candlelight.

More and more blurred.

Especially, in the palm of his hand.

There was also a severed finger.

No guesswork required to know who it originally belonged to.

Draco's pale little face wavered.

But not much, fleeting.

After Dumbledore noticed it, he smiled and burned the severed finger into nothingness.

Then, he raised his bloody hand.

Touch Draco's fair face gently.

"You're not like him in this regard..."

……