Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Dumbledore tapped his slender fingertips on the table, and he looked at Draco with a new look.

Slytherin children are always a headache and can appear in your sight in unexpected ways.

"Please sit down, Draco, and let's talk about it. How do you want to cooperate with me?"

Draco silently took two steps forward and sat down on the chair opposite Dumbledore, pushing a cup of lemon black tea in front of him.

"Drink a little first, so you are willing to stand on the right path? I can help you, Draco."

Draco suspected for a moment that there was Veritaserum in it, and Dumbledore wanted to know if he was telling the truth or a lie.

He picked up the cup and took a sip without knowing the taste. The fragrance of the tea had a sweet and slightly sour taste.

It's a taste Indra would like.

"If you don't believe my surrender, I also know a secret. The disappearing cabinet. There is a disappearing cabinet in Hogwarts. It should be a pair. The other one is in Malfoy Manor. I bought it from Bojinbok. Now no one but me and Indra know that they can teleport and I can fix it."

Draco put down the cup, with suppressed anger in his cold voice, "The condition is that if you win, you must bail my father out, and do your best to protect my mother and Indra..."

Dumbledore's eyes really softened behind his half-moon lenses.

"A few months ago, there was a confused and miserable girl wandering the corridors in the middle of the night. I invited her up, and she begged me to save you..."

A look of trembling and guilt appeared on Draco's face, and his eyes were red.

"...But now it seems that you are also saving yourself..."

Dumbledore smiled softly and nodded approvingly, "You are lucky, because you haven't caused any irreparable damage yet, and you haven't gone too far yet. Everything can be changed."

Draco had not received Dumbledore's praise yet, but now his mind was filled with imagining how sad Indra would be when she begged Dumbledore, but he did not regret his original decision.

Although now they are back together.

"So, you agreed? Promise to protect my family?!" Draco looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

"Yes, and to protect you, Draco. When the time is right, I will send someone to take your mother to a safe place. Our cooperation has been reached. Regarding the disappearing cabinet, I hope it can be repaired before May. Can it be done?”

Draco nodded immediately, "Absolutely, there is one more thing..."

Dumbledore looked at him tolerantly and gently.

Draco opened his mouth, as if it was difficult to speak, but it wasn't that he was unwilling or afraid to speak.

But now, he actually began to worry that the news he was about to say would hit the old man.

"Believe it or not... Professor Snape is a Death Eater."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes, "Are you sure, Draco?"

Draco was silent. Snape was once his favorite teacher, but he had chosen his own path.

"Yes, I met him at Malfoy Manor, in the ranks of Death Eaters."

"This secret is now only kept in our heads?"

"Correct."

"Is that why you came alone?"

"Yes."

Draco then said, "What will you do with him? You can't do something now, I will be suspected."

Dumbledore said, "Don't worry, it's not the time yet. Your task now is to be a good student. Before the real war comes, I will do my best to ensure that you have the same rights as every student."

Draco nodded silently.

"Oh...is this the boy from the Malfoy family?"

A voice that seemed to have just woken up came from the portrait frame on the wall.

The wizard with a goatee and a silver-green costume was rubbing his eyes, and then looked at the boy with light blond hair.

"Stop pretending, Phineas, you've been awake a long time ago." Another witch said.

"Turn around and let me take a look." The wizard named Phineas continued to say to Draco indifferently.

Draco frowned and looked over suspiciously. He could only tell that this wizard must be from Slytherin.

"What, look at the look in your eyes, Malfoy boy, Narcissa's son doesn't even recognize me?"

Dumbledore smiled lightly and said, "This person's full name is Phineas Nigellus Black."

Draco suddenly realized that he was from the Black family.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a good impression of the Black family members he has met so far.

They were all lunatics from Azkaban.

Seeing Draco's still indifferent look, Black couldn't help but blow his beard.

"After all, I can be considered your great-great-grandfather. Can you stand up and talk to me?"

Draco felt even more desperate. He looked at Dumbledore and said, "Then I'll go back first."

Indra was still waiting for him.

"Hey kid, how about your child having a last name of Black?"

Phineas continued.

After the death of Sirius Black, the bloodline of the Black family was cut off, Bella had no children, and Andromeda had a daughter with a Muggle.

It just so happened that he liked the little girl born in Slytherin.

So the two of them came up with an idea.

"No wonder you are clamoring to see the Malfoy children. Is this your intention?" said another wizard.

Draco blushed suddenly, both annoyed and embarrassed, and raised his head to glare at the portrait of Black.

Who does he think he is!

Can decide things for two people at the same time!

"My surname is Malfoy." Draco said through gritted teeth.

"It doesn't matter, your mother is from the Black family..."

"Her last name is Malfoy now!"

Draco felt like he was going to faint from anger. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing when he came to the principal's office.

The portraits of past Hogwarts principals hanging on the wall actually began to discuss the possibility of this matter, even waking up Fox from his nap.

Probably from the moment he came in, the only one who was really sleeping was this phoenix!

Draco didn't know where to put his arms and legs.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Go back, Draco."

Draco strode away like a pardon, running towards the marble room on the sixth floor.

"Phineas, don't you admit that love is the most powerful magic in the world? Slytherin always surprises me..."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Phineas snorted angrily.

This Albus is still so competitive even at his age.

Let him admit it when you get the chance.

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