HP: Slytherin disguise

"He looks exactly like my house elf, Guyari."

"A look of resentment on his face."

The auditorium is against the wall.

There are several large round tables.

placed above.

Food that doesn't fit in with Hogwarts.

And drinks.

The table was full of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.

Speaker.

He is a young Auror wearing a dark gray suit. He has short black hair, a handsome face, and a mean smile.

Also matched.

His sarcastic words just now.

The Aurors at the surrounding tables were sitting sideways on their chairs.

She turned around and listened to him with a smile.

Efas Brown.

It's his name, and it's a name he's proud of.

Because he is an absolute pure-blood descendant.

Also the leader of these Aurors.

Lester’s direct reports…

"That's a resemblance at best, Brown."

"Why use 'very similar'?"

At the round table on one side.

An Auror raised the corner of his mouth and sat sideways, with one hand on the back of the chair and the other hand holding a glass of wine.

After finishing speaking.

Evans drank the wine in one gulp.

He raised his eyebrows.

Under the same confused expressions of the surrounding Aurors.

Brown raised his hand and pointed.

At the guest of honor table, Professor Flitwick was eating his dinner comically with his left hand.

Then he smiled and said, "Oh, the reason is obvious."

"Gaiyari also has a broken arm."

"It's the right arm."

"I can guarantee that his arm was definitely made by Mr. Minister."

All the Aurors looked over.

Looking at it.

Professor Flitwick's arm around his neck.

Look at it this way.

It really makes sense.

Very similar.

After all, this man is indeed short and has a sad face.

And those dirty house elves.

Have the same expression.

They did understand why Brown felt so similar.

Thinking.

They all laughed.

An Auror teased and said loudly: "Then do you want to consider taking him back and making him a house elf?"

"Keep your Gaiyari company."

The Aurors laughed louder.

The noisy students were startled.

He turned and looked over.

Naturally, I also heard the Auror's loud suggestions and inquiries.

But the students.

I don't understand what this means.

Just pretend they are there.

Talking about those house elves…

"No no no."

"Gayari will fight him."

"It hates other people taking its work away from it, even the little things."

Brown raised his eyebrows.

Completely ignored.

Will those students hear who said these words?

after all.

As long as they are happy...

next morning.

The students got up early and ran to the auditorium happily.

Even if the meal hasn’t started yet.

But inside.

Students from four colleges have gathered.

They were all surrounding the Quidditch members of their own house, chattering away.

Discussing excitedly…

"There will be an exam tomorrow..."

Gryffindor Head of House table.

Hermione looked down at her notes with a frown on her face, completely unconcerned about the Quidditch match.

"Don't say that." Ron interrupted unhappily.

because of him.

Now the Quidditch Keeper of Gryffindor House.

Naturally, I don't want to be disturbed.

I hope Hermione will stop reading those damn notes...

It made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"It's up to you to take care of it. I hope you will be happy tomorrow. I will never lend you my notes again!"

Hermione was already anxious and irritable.

now.

He was immediately ignited with anger.

She stood up and shouted angrily at Ron; then she picked up her notebook and books and left the auditorium angrily.

"I'm not wrong..."

"What are you doing?"

"Hey! Hermione!"

Ron looked confused and shouted at Hermione's back.

But Hermione ignored him.

Just leave.

Never looked back once.

Ron was angry and helpless.

He really couldn't understand, was tomorrow's exam as important as the current Quidditch match?

"You have to go get her, silly Ron."

"That's right, you idiot."

Two teasing laughter came.

Before Ron could even turn around, he was surrounded by Fred and George.

He pushed the two away angrily.

sit on the chair.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Look at each other.

Fred and George both laughed and ran out of the auditorium.

Go after Hermione.

"Hey, Hermione!"

The two gathered around and stopped the angry Hermione.

I saw two people.

Hermione calmed down a little and said helplessly: "Are you going to ask about Harry?"

"He hasn't eaten all day."

"Keep yourself locked in the dormitory."

"Ron didn't dare talk to him at all."

"He is very emotionally unstable right now."

...

She talked a lot.

But found out.

Both of them looked at her with smiles on their faces.

No reply at all.

It didn't look like he was here to ask about Harry's situation.

Hermione stopped talking.

Fred and George put their hands on each other's shoulders.

"Ron pissed you off, didn't he?"

George asked with a smile.

Stunned for a moment, Hermione's face instantly darkened.

It turns out it was for that idiot who only knew Quidditch...

"Don't be angry, Hermione."

"There is something wrong with his brain, and it will take some time to heal."

"We will treat him well."

"Do not get angry."

"We'll help you teach him a lesson!"

Seeing this, both of them laughed.

Fred shook his fist and winked at Hermione.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"thank you all."

She felt much better.

"You're welcome, this is what we should do."

"Dear Miss Granger~"

"Please~"

The two of them got out of the way, one on the left and the other on the right.

Make a request.

Make way for Hermione.

Hermione felt deeply warmed by this.

After she leaves.

Fred and George raised their hands and patted each other.

Happy shouting 'yeah'.

Finally, they rescued idiot Ron...

It didn't take long for the two of them to be happy.

Then I glanced out of the corner of my eye.

Looking behind...

A man came down the marble stairs and was walking out of the foyer.

There seems to be something going on.

He didn't pay any attention to whether there was anyone around him.

Or.

It's too lazy to care at all.

"He finally showed up. I almost thought he was sanctioned by Big Bat."

"nonono...what you said is wrong~"

"why?"

"Didn't Pink Toad say that? George."

"Ah...I remember~"

"Go and have a look at him~"

"Aren't you afraid of getting slapped again? Fred."

"No, I'm George."

"Okay George, then I'm Fred."

...

Draco had just left the hall and walked down two flights of steps.

Then I felt a chill on my back.

There seemed to be something staring at him with malicious intent.

There was a stern expression on his face.

He turned back and looked over with cold eyes.

On the top step.

There were two identical young men standing with bright smiles.

Wearing Gryffindor's robes.

How to look.

None of them look like good students.

At least.

Draco thought they had bad intentions.

Absolutely no good intentions...

"Wipe down the entire Hogwarts stairs and Azkaban."

"You choose one."