[HP] S·M event book

No.50 Hmm... the tower. (2)

"Good evening, um... Draco." Dumbledore said with a smile, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Draco looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there were only the two of them here, he turned his attention to Dumbledore—his face was extremely pale, and he leaned weakly against the wall, "Dumbledore Principal, you look very bad."

"Of course, when people are old, there are always some minor problems." Dumbledore said leisurely, stretched out his scorched and withered right hand to scratch his beard, then relaxed himself and sat down against the wall - he had no intention of picking it up The magic wand that fell not far away.

Draco immediately used the Flying Curse to take Dumbledore's wand into his hand, but he still didn't relax himself. Dumbledore's complacent look made Draco uneasy, "What are you planning?!"

"Oh! You're thinking too much." Dumbledore said sincerely, "As you can see, I'm just an old man who can't resist now...and seriously ill."

But it looks too leisurely!

This is different from what he originally imagined!Draco was almost certain that Dumbledore had some other tricks left, and he looked around cautiously again, but at this time Dumbledore's words made him focus on him again.

"It does surprise me...to see you here," said Dumbledore, like a teacher who catches a good student doing a trick during an exam, "or maybe we should talk somewhere else, my office happens to be Some sherbet drinks I think you'll like."

The corners of Draco's eyes twitched, he hated the feeling of being out of control now, it would bring him panic and uncertainty.He gritted his teeth and said, "I hope you'll survive tonight to enjoy it!"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "Why not?"

"It seems to let you understand the current situation! Mr. Principal!" Draco said through gritted teeth, God knows that he is now extremely agitated, "—— Cruciatus!"

As the light entered the old man's body, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, his tense body trembled slightly, and a broken voice leaked out of his mouth. After a while, he gasped weakly, and said intermittently: "Well... this taste It's really uncomfortable, so, what do you want to express?"

His pain made Draco's tense nerves slightly relaxed. He suppressed his impatience, raised his chin slightly, and squinted his eyes slightly, looking like a manipulative master, "It seems that we There's a common thread now, isn't it?"

"Of course, if that's what you want." Dumbledore said softly, "But your way seems a bit... rude, and the Unforgivable Curse will get you expelled from school and even into Azkaban."

Draco sneered, "As long as you're dead, no one will know."

Dumbledore sighed regretfully, muttered something under his breath, and said, "So... are you going to kill me now?"

This topic made Draco concentrate all his energy. He took a deep breath and said indifferently: "This is the task assigned to me by the Dark Lord, and no one can disobey him."

Dumbledore looked at the Dark Mark hanging in the night sky, and shook his head helplessly, "I have to say, this is too unsteady, you are just a student."

"Stop your contempt." Draco said viciously. "I have my back. They're down there, but temporarily entangled by your guards."

Well, only if those are really just normal guards.Dumbledore showed a suddenly realized expression, "But according to the current situation, you can complete your task at any time, and you don't have to wait for them to come up."

Draco raised the corners of his lips strangely, tilted his head slightly, rolled the tip of his tongue, and said softly, "...but I want you to live."

The original relaxed expression settled down, Dumbledore stared at Draco seriously this time, his blue eyes pierced his face sharply, and said slowly: "If I understand correctly...you are going to betray Voldemort?"

The blood had completely faded from his face. The name made Draco shiver for a moment. His weak fingers almost let go of the wand, but in the next moment, he clenched it tightly in his hand again. He looked firmly at the pair of hands. Blue eyes full of wisdom, "This is none of your business."

Dumbledore watched him silently, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.

"I'll give you a chance to live." Draco said coldly, "but you have to give something in exchange."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and smiled softly. His weak body made him cough a few times. After a while, he smiled and waved casually at Draco, "Then... All ears."

It was as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed in his throat, Draco swallowed nervously, and things in his mind were spinning wildly, "Release... my father from Azkaban."

Dumbledore looked at him with some surprise, and said after a while, "I believe it's not the only condition."

"When it's over...after the war is over, you'll have to put aside the relationship between the Malfoys and...that man," Draco continued. "And I promise that I will never use my brain on any Malfoy."

"...The latter statement is a bit sad." Dumbledore smiled, and then said with some distress, "But it is really difficult. Lucius is a Death Eater, and everyone knows it."

"But it's not completely impossible." Draco said firmly, "Don't tease me at this time, there are more ways to get... my father cleared of his crimes, such as telling everyone that he is your spy."

Dumbledore scanned Draco from head to toe strangely, and said meaningfully, "Smart boy."

Draco ignored his admiration, and was even a little uncomfortable. In fact, from the moment he first met Dumbledore, he had a faint feeling that something was wrong, but time was short, and he had no way to waste time pursuing it.He controlled his breathing, tried not to show any abnormalities, and looked extremely calm—even though his heart almost jumped out of his throat. "Finally...after everything is over, you have to give Sierra Morris a new identity, a new identity that will definitely not make anyone suspicious."

He was a little annoyed to find that when he said this, his voice was extremely hoarse, and his vocal cords seemed to be rusted.

——This is the real and only purpose.

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A new identity represents a person's rebirth, will be completely cut off from the past, and will never have to worry about it.

"This request sounds a little... strange." Dumbledore said slowly, his eyes fixed on Draco, "Syra Morris? I remember she was a Muggle."

"Of course." Draco said hurriedly.

"But why is she involved?" Dumbledore asked, "What reason do you think she needs to change her identity? Is there anything wrong with her now?"

Draco had a feeling of being out of breath, his eyes widened with difficulty, and he looked at Dumbledore out of focus, "The reason is not important, you just need to answer it is enough... And promise, absolutely Not going to explore everything about her in any way."

Dumbledore looked at him sympathetically, hesitating to speak, some words lingered in his throat, and gradually settled down, he suddenly closed his eyes, no longer looking at those eyes full of desperate and...expectation, lightly Said: "This deal is not fair."

Draco came back to his senses and smiled viciously, "No, it's fair, don't ignore the value of your life."

"...but actually, I'm not that afraid of death." Dumbledore said indifferently.

Draco stared at him in astonishment, and turned to growl angrily: "But your death will bring war! More people will be buried with you!"

"War is inevitable," he said, "but someone will end it."

"—That person can only be you! Only you can defeat him!" Panic overwhelmed him, and he could no longer restrain himself.

"You overestimated my ability and my value." Dumbledore said, still not looking at him, "my life is nothing. So the reward you get is much higher than the price I paid .”

"——NO!!!" Draco screamed uncontrollably, strode to Dumbledore and squatted down, grabbed his collar fiercely, and roared, "Don't tell me you put all your hopes on the Savior What is he!? What is he capable of?! He doesn’t know how scary that man is! The Dark Lord can crush him like an ant with just a move of his finger! You are gambling with everyone’s life A losing bet!"

"What about you? What are you betting on? You put all your hopes on me, so you're so sure I'll win?" Dumbledore still ignored him.

"—Because—he only fears you—Dumbledore!" The angry words came out from between his teeth, and they were also full of panic and confusion, "You must survive! Then push that person into hell!"

Draco's wrist was lightly held by a hand as dry as a branch, and Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes, the blue eyes almost piercing him, "Then make a deal."

He froze and stared blankly at the old man.

"I agree to all your conditions, and I will do my best to keep Sierra Morris alive, so that she can live, age, sick and die normally." At some point, Dumbledore's other hand had already held the wand , pointing it at the intersecting hands of the two, "And you, on your soul, you will pay your allegiance, to me, to Hogwarts, to Harry Potter...forever."

He knelt on the ground weakly, staring at Dumbledore without focus, cold tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, slid down his pale cheeks and seeped into the corners of his mouth—bitter, painful, like a deadly poison.

"... on my soul."

The tongue of fire shot out from the tip of the wand, dispelling the green light and turning the faces of the two people red. It wrapped around the two clasped hands like a vicious snake.

Dumbledore looked at him, twitched the corner of his mouth feebly, but said nothing. "Sira..."

She looked at Dumbledore in a trance, her slack gaze gradually concentrated, her face turned pale, "...you know...you know it's me, and you also know who I am and what my identity is...right?" The hoarse sound of pulling and tearing the vocal cords that had been cut to pieces by the scissors leaked from the lightly bumping lips.

Dumbledore leaned wearily against the corner, and after a while, he nodded slowly.

Saila closed her eyes dejectedly, not knowing what to say or what to say, her mind was blank.There are some things faintly swirling in the bottom of my heart, but they often disappear inexplicably when they come to my mouth.She took a deep breath and said calmly: "There are 4 Death Eaters below, one of them is a werewolf, your guards won't last long."

"The premise is that they are just ordinary guards." Dumbledore smiled and struggled to support himself, but he sat down on the ground again with a slip of his hand. He said helplessly, "I'm sorry, can you give me help?"

Saila hesitated for a while, until she was sure that the old man was really weak to the extreme, and then helped him stand up by his arm - she could feel the weight of the other man on her body.

"Fortunately Draco is a tall and powerful kid." Dumbledore smiled happily, "Where is he now?"

The name caught Sierra's attention for a moment, "In the bathroom, I cast a fainting spell on him."

"And stripped him naked?" Dumbledore relaxed happily at the possibility.

Seira paused, faltering, "I've tried the Magnification Charm on my clothes, but..."

"Well...hope he doesn't have a cold."

She hesitated for a while, then said, "Can you erase his memory? Otherwise, he will suspect me."

Dumbledore paused, and said, "Of course, some appropriate modifications must be made."

Saila breathed a sigh of relief, "What should I do now? Downstairs..." She suddenly stopped, only then did she realize that the original fighting sound downstairs had long since disappeared, and there was no movement.

"Looks like it's over," said Dumbledore with a smile.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed up the tower, making Sierra's body tense up suddenly. She quickly aimed her wand at the man, and when she was about to say a spell, a withered hand pressed her wand down. down.

"Relax, Sierra," Dumbledore reassured, "Severus is one of his own."

This made Snape snort in disdain.

Serra looked at Snape in shock, "But he's obviously..."

"That's only the surface," said Dumbledore, and then smiled regretfully at Snape. "I'm sorry, Severus, there have been changes in plans."

"This really disappoints me. I have prepared a eulogy for you." Snape said sarcastically, but he did not show any surprise, and turned to look at Sierra who was wearing Draco's skin, and took her Scanning it from head to toe, he curled his lips noncommittally, "Potion Potion? Good idea, I guess...you should have left him a pair of shorts."

Saila blushed suddenly, unable to speak out in embarrassment, and finally choked out a small voice, "Stay..."

Snape snorted, then said gloatingly to Dumbledore, "Greyback is gone."

"Oh, really? This is really bad news." Dumbledore frowned cooperatively.

Such a deliberate move made Snape, who was about to look at him in trouble, slumped again. "On your whim, Malfoy's mission has failed - again. I don't think the Dark Lord will calm down so easily this time." He looked at Sira sarcastically as he said this.

Sierra turned pale suddenly, but Snape sneered.

"I thought you knew what mission failure meant to that lord, so put away your boring guilt." Snape said coldly.

"No..." Saila said with difficulty, "I have a way..."

"Don't frighten a child, Severus," said Dumbledore.

"You didn't do anything too high," said Snape, "—again, should I say congratulations?" Dumbledore was silent for a while, coughed weakly, and finally Said: "Draco's mission is not considered a failure, but this will have to be discussed later." He said, he gently pushed Sierra away, "Go and send Draco to the medical wing, before he wakes up, Sev Les will be there."

Sierra complied, and helped Dumbledore to Snape's side, until he took Dumbledore in disgust as if he had swallowed a slug, and then hurried down the tower.

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