HP: Slytherin disguise

Blood red light bloomed.

The moment Draco heard the loud noise, he took two steps back to one side.

Holding the wand.

He looked sideways at the office door.

The door is wide open.

Standing outside.

It was Professor Flitwick, holding a wand.

behind him.

Follow Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout.

There was a wary look on his face.

"Damn..."

Draco gritted his teeth secretly.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout walked in and helped Snape up from the ground.

"madman!"

See the blood stains on Snape's black robes.

Professor Sprout's hands were shaking slightly.

"Speak well if you have something to say..."

"Stop pointing your wand at me, it's rude."

Draco retreated imperceptibly.

Somewhat wary.

After all, these three people.

They all pointed their magic wands at themselves.

A look of anger.

I wish I could send him away on the spot.

"Put down the wand!"

Professor Flitwick stood at the door, pointing the wand directly at Draco, with a vigilant expression on his face.

Apparently he was afraid of a sneak attack.

after all.

He had already been sneak-attacked by Draco once.

Draco's delicate face.

There was a hint of coldness.

But scan it slightly.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout both pointed their wands at him.

Now beside him.

There are no party members from the Ministry of Magic either.

Besides, in such a small place, it would be a bit unrealistic for him to fight back.

Even if they cast a spell together.

He can only kill one.

I will also be hit by the curse...

"I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"And you are the dean."

"Are you sure you want to point at me like this?"

Clenching the wand slightly.

Draco gave a harmless smile.

Professor Flitwick's hands were trembling a little, and he was frightened by this sunny smile.

He replied directly: "Stop talking nonsense."

"Put your wand down!"

"You crazy person."

There was nothing he could do to Draco in the current situation.

All he could do was make him put down his wand.

Send Snape to the infirmary first.

Just in case Draco.

Attack with the wand in your backhand.

"Can…"

Draco bit his pale pink lips and squatted down slightly.

Put the wand in your hand.

Slowly placed it on the ground.

Then stood up.

Kick the wand forward slightly.

Professor Sprout looked at Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

After getting approval.

Then he cautiously stepped forward and picked up the wand.

After picking up the wand.

She was completely relieved.

No longer suppressing the anger inside.

Straight forward.

Raise your hand.

A slap hit Draco's fair face.

Then use the wand.

Pressed hard against his chin.

Lift up.

He said coldly: "How did you do it, attack your own teacher?"

"It's unbelievable..."

"That lovely student back then will become like this!"

"You're such a disappointment!"

"It also brings shame to Hogwarts!"

Head tilted up.

Draco's eyes were sinister, but he could do nothing with the wand pressed against him.

"Well done..."

Low cheers sounded.

It's Professor Flitwick.

"That slap just now was for Snape."

Professor Sprout felt deeply sorry for Snape.

after all.

Draco was his student.

From first grade to now.

A relationship lasting four or five years.

The results of it?

He was almost killed by his own students.

It can only be said that Draco is too cruel and extreme...

"He's already fought."

Draco sneered.

Don't bother to curl your lips.

"Then...just treat it as a fight for me." Professor Flitwick interjected.

Obviously still a little bit dissatisfied.

but.

If he were relieved.

That's a huge miracle.

"So are you planning to kill me?"

"It's really interesting..."

"You'd better take back the wand pointed at me now, otherwise I can't guarantee that after those subordinates find out the clues, they will notify the Ministry of Magic and send people to arrest you and take you to Azkaban."

He laughed strangely.

Draco continued: "Unless Albus Dumbledore shows up."

"otherwise."

"No one can save you."

"Including those students!"

Threat.

A naked threat!

flagrant!

But it left several people helpless.

This is the truth.

It's also something that might happen.

"Let him go."

A gloomy voice sounded.

It's Snape.

He did not let Professor McGonagall continue to support him.

Instead, he stood there.

Looked at Draco quietly.

"Ugh…"

"Let him go..."

Professor McGonagall closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When opened again.

Said the same thing.

Professor Flitwick curled his lips unwillingly.

"You are dismissed!"

"Go back to your Ministry of Magic!"

"Don't come back!"

Professor Sprout slowly withdrew his wand and no longer lowered Draco's chin.

That look was extremely cold.

A proud smile appeared on his fair face.

Draco backed away from the door.

Back away slowly.

The sinister eyes stared at Professor Sprout.

He seemed to want to remember her.

Professor Flitwick stood at the door with a wary face.

Quickly retreat outside.

Wanted to stay away from Draco.

next second.

Draco gave him a weird smile.

He raised his leg and kicked him to the ground.

"Collapse!"

"Collapse!"

Two magic spells were shot out instantly.

But there is only one.

Hitting Draco who suddenly attacked.

Knock him to the ground.

Hitting the hallway wall.

"You are an absolute lunatic!"

Professor Sprout was furious.

Anxious and corrupt.

Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, was kicked out by this sudden kick.

The wand fell from his hand.

Lying in the hallway.

'Ouch ouch' is different.

"Professor Flitwick! Wand!!!"

Professor McGonagall spoke up.

Draco fell to the ground and looked up sharply.

His face was full of sinisterness.

He turned over directly under Professor McGonagall's exclamation.

Picked up Professor Flitwick's wand.

Then get up from the ground.

"The flames are blazing!"

Draco waved his wand wildly.

Almost instantly.

Fire shot into the sky.

Surrounding the entire corridor, it was like darkness.

Eye-catching logo.

Simultaneously.

There will also be Professor McGonagall.

Drowned in the sea of ​​fire…

Turn around.

Draco ran downstairs with a stumbling step, a maniacal smile on his face.

A bunch of trash.

That's all it takes is a lot of people.

Otherwise, everyone must die!

All must die...

And now in the foyer.

A group of Ministry personnel had gathered.

"Why is it burning?"

"I'm afraid not..."

Thompson stood at the front, a little confused.

He knew it.

Something has to happen.

After all, he finally figured out Draco's temperament...

"The fight started."

"Draco... cast the spell."

Briggs remained silent.

Under Thompson's thoughtful and surprised eyes.

Step forward.

I want to go upstairs and have a look.

But he hasn't gone up yet.

Draco ran down the stairs, his steps unsteady on the last step.

He fell directly to the ground.

Briggs' pupils narrowed.

Step forward quickly.

Catched Draco.

Smelled it too.

The smell of blood…

"Oh, what happened?"

"Are those barbarians going to rebel?"

Thompson came over.

Trying to help Draco.

Draco stood firm.

Then he pushed Briggs away hard.

Turn around.

Staring up the marble staircase.

With the sound of hurried footsteps.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout gave chase.

They stood above.

After seeing a group of people from the Ministry of Magic below.

Gripping the wand tighter...