HP: Slytherin disguise

"Albus, Dumbledore!!!"

A roar cut through the night.

From Knott Manor.

A large group of people standing outside wearing black hooded cloaks lowered their heads in fear and allowed the heavy rain to pour on them without daring to say a word of dissatisfaction.

The rain dampened the curls.

Bella stood outside the foyer, near the front.

Her face was frighteningly pale.

Haggard.

It seemed like he would faint at any moment.

No more madness.

On either side of her were Rookwood and Trevor.

As for Dolokhov.

The injury is not healed, and he is still alive.

Of course it won't appear here.

Not only a group of core Death Eaters were there, but the owners of the pure-blood families were also standing behind the crowd.

Most of them were already wet.

But no one said anything.

Didn't even dare to move.

In the brightly lit living room.

Already a mess.

Many things were shattered by the powerful force and piled randomly on the ground.

Especially the corners are full of broken items.

And in this.

There stood an angry man.

Large areas of his black robe were black and red.

At feet.

There was also a dying python curled up.

He was hanging his head, staring at the hideous gash on his body.

I hope his owner will treat him quickly.

But this is obviously impossible.

Because his master was in a state of rage at the moment.

The right hand holding the wand.

Already stained red with blood.

On the ring finger, only a neat wound was left.

No matter how he heals.

There is nothing that can be done.

There is no way to regenerate a broken finger.

Unless the body is reshaped...

"what--"

With a fierce wave of the wand, things on the ground were blown away.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes.

Has turned dark red.

His face was ferocious, and veins popped out on his forehead.

He still doesn't understand why Dumbledore suddenly appeared in Riddle House.

Without saying a word, he started attacking directly.

And terrifyingly strong.

When they start to move, they will kill the last one.

It’s completely different from the past…

I thought Dumbledore just wanted to destroy his stronghold.

In the end, it was running for his life.

If Voldemort hadn't given up in time, I might not have been able to leave Riddle House by now...

"Old thing..."

"I don't care why you suddenly became so scary, but just wait for me."

"It won't be long."

"It's your death day——"

The expression is distorted.

Voldemort swallowed hard tonight's embarrassment.

Bow down.

Staring at myself, my right hand with a broken finger...

……

The lightning and thunder outside were cut off.

In a room that is not too big or too small.

Only a few candles were burning.

Make the surrounding extremely dark.

On the bed, lying an obviously unconscious Draco.

He no longer felt cold and distant.

Some are just perverse and docile.

No more headaches…

Dumbledore sat at the table nearby and opened the drawer.

from the inside.

He took out a bottle of black potion.

As the potion is opened.

The inexplicably dangerous and heart-stopping aura spreads.

Suppressing the surrounding.

But Draco fell asleep and was not affected at all.

And as someone who is open.

Dumbledore would not be affected.

He held the potion and was silent for a long time, and then drank the black potion inside.

As the black potion was drank.

A strange and cold look appeared on Dumbledore's face.

It's like there's some kind of infection.

However, as he released a more powerful force than before.

Dumbledore was quick.

Then it returned to normal, feeling.

The stronger power in the body.

This is a mysterious power beyond the scope of magic...

Also.

He could hit the source of Voldemort's decisive escape.

"Cough cough cough-"

Putting his hand up to cover his mouth, Dumbledore coughed.

When he takes his hand away.

Then he saw that the palms of his hands were stained with black blood from coughing up.

Gather powerful strength.

Dumbledore burned the potion bottle to nothing, stood up and wiped the blood off his palms.

He walked to the bed.

A smile appeared on the face that had been expressionless just a moment ago...

As Dumbledore lay down.

The candle that was still burning was completely extinguished.

The surroundings fell into darkness.

Dumbledore did not sleep, but put his arm around Draco.

Hold him gently in your arms.

Whispering something.

A light fragrance filled the whole room.

The softness in his arms made Dumbledore's heart melt.

He remembered the past.

But I cherish every minute and every second now.

"There must be an opportunity..."

He rubbed the top of Draco's head with his hand.

Dumbledore closed his eyes.

"Just wait a little longer..."

……

The Burrow.

"School will start in a dozen days."

"Have you finished your homework?"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron and Ginny standing in front of the door with a straight face.

It's very late.

The two of them are still standing here.

Not afraid of getting sick either.

In fact, she knew why.

I just don’t want the two children to think about it again.

If possible, Mrs. Weasley hoped that the two of them knew nothing.

pity.

This is impossible.

"There's no homework in school, Mom."

Ginny was better than Ron, who had become depressed.

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth.

What else do you want to say.

But he was held back by Mr. Weasley who came down from nowhere.

She turned around and saw Mr. Weasley shaking his head at her, signaling to leave.

resignedly.

Mrs. Weasley could only go upstairs with Mr. Weasley.

Two people were left behind.

Standing at the door.

Looking out at the dark night with heavy rain.

"You like Potter, don't you?"

"But he doesn't like you, he likes Qiu Zhang."

"Not you."

Ron spoke gloomily, with a cold expression on his pale face.

He said this.

It seemed like he was trying to test Ginny.

otherwise.

Nor would I stand with her watching the rainstorm in the middle of the night.

"So what if you like it, so what if you don't like it?"

"It's not your turn to give advice this time, right?"

Ginny had a strong attitude.

I won't be ashamed at all because of Ron's few words.

That's who she is.

Of course, Ron also knew this.

After all, she is her own sister.

"I hope you stay away from this selfish person."

Ron's tone softened a bit.

But there is still an unquestionable feeling.

With a sneer, Ginny turned to stare at him and said word by word: "Do you dare to give such orders to father and mother?"

"Why, do you think I won't do anything to you?"

After saying that, Ginny turned around and left.

Ron quickly grabbed her.

He said with a cold tone: "Then you like him. That's what you said, right..."

As his vision went dark.

He groaned.

Holding his bleeding nose, he squatted on the ground.

I couldn't recover for a long time.

Ginny, on the other hand, glanced at her bloody fist.

Go upstairs and rest.

Ron was left squatting on the ground alone.

Face full of gloom...

……

a few days later.

Ministry of Magic, main hall.

"Are you okay? Harry."

"I'll pick you up from the Ministry of Magic and go to Hogwarts later."

"Do you need to take a rest first?"

"You look tired."

Kingsley put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

His expression suddenly changed to surprise.

He turned to look at Moody who came with him.

"Oh my god, he's lost a lot of weight!"

indeed.

At this moment, Harry looked pale, seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his hair was dry, as if he had been hungry for a month.

It's frightening to watch.

I'm afraid that he will fall down the next second...

"Ugh--"

"Harry!"

next moment.

Harry actually fell down and hit the ground with a loud noise.

It was as if all the bones in his body had touched the ground.

Kingsley was startled.

I wonder if I pressed too hard just now.

"Take him to Hogwarts first."

Moody's expression was solemn.

He looked up and saw the Aurors who escorted Harry out.

All looked indifferent.

Poker face.

"Lupin's injury hasn't healed yet, and now Harry..."

"Ugh--"

"I hope Professor Dumbledore can take action..."

Kingsley lifted the unconscious Harry up.

Somewhat angry, but helpless...