HP: Slytherin disguise

"Grindelwald!"

Seeing this harsh and extremely insulting word.

Draco went crazy.

Damn...

The last person to leave a mark of shame on him was Voldemort.

He didn't have time to retaliate.

Grindelwald actually dared to leave a mark on the back of his hand!

It's crazy! court death!

He turned around and waved his wand, and white light burst out.

Light up the black night sky.

The sea surface that had just returned to calm suddenly became rough.

Followed by.

A huge tsunami directly gathered force.

Patted over.

Dissipated sanity throws power out of balance.

The tsunami seemed powerful enough to submerge the entire island, slapping it and sinking it.

Grindelwald raised his wand and pointed at Tsunami.

The tsunami that was about to fall stopped.

Even the splashing waves.

It was also suspended in mid-air motionless.

"Don't let your emotions control your mind."

With the wand pressed down.

The tsunami flows backwards, like a replay.

Falling back into the sea.

Make waves.

Draco's gray-blue eyes were faintly red.

Because the emotions are too exciting.

His hands were shaking.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus."

Two spells were cast at the same time.

at the same time.

Both of them appeared more than ten meters away in an instant.

The spell was unbroken.

Instead, it forms the pull of death.

Too much power.

This will differentiate the difference.

One green and one red light flashed continuously, making a harsh electric sound.

Compared to Draco's harshness.

Grindelwald was extremely calm.

He still remembers the point.

That's why he used the unfamiliar Disarming Curse, which he had no longer used, instead of casting the Death Curse like Draco.

"I really want to kill you."

"Grindelwald."

Draco's fair face showed murderous intent.

"You have to know."

"loser."

"Ming Wei is not worthy of calling the winner."

Grindelwald said indifferently, and then the moment Draco was stimulated.

The wand snapped forward.

The red light pierced the darkness and completely scattered the green light.

Then hit Draco hard.

With a pain in his chest, the wand instantly fell out of his hand.

And Draco.

It was blown away by this powerful force.

Falling into the endless sea water...

The biting sea water enveloped the whole body.

There was no light around.

Horribly dark.

The silvery long hair floated slowly in the sea water, and the red blood mist bloomed on the chest and gradually dissipated.

That was the blood that had dried up long ago being washed away.

Snow-white shirts were washed.

The boy slowly fell to the bottom of the sea, his fair skin particularly dazzling, like a white flower blooming in the deep sea, fragile and sickly.

A wand suddenly fell in.

Stab through the water.

It landed directly next to Draco's hand.

Open your eyes.

Draco took hold of his wand.

The light blooms.

He disappeared into the water and reappeared.

Already kneeling and sitting on the boulder on the edge of the island.

My whole body was soaked and I was shaking slightly.

"Cough cough cough..."

A few violent coughs.

Draco felt a tightness in his chest, as if he was being suppressed by something.

Unspeakably uncomfortable.

"I'm in a good mood lately."

"Do you understand me?"

Grindelwald slowly knelt down and stroked Draco's cold face with his hand.

A small revenge on his assistant.

He didn't care at all.

"clear…"

Draco seemed to have suddenly become well-behaved, surprisingly docile.

He raised his eyebrows as if feeling something.

Grindelwald said indifferently without raising his head: "Re-refine the potion I need."

"I think I understand, sir."

Another voice responded.

Just now.

A person appears here.

A slender woman wearing a slim-fitting silk dress with a black belt around her waist.

It was Inman.

He is also 'the' senior potions master.

But her attention at the moment.

They were all attracted to Draco, who was kneeling on the ground and soaking wet.

The soaked white shirt clung to the young man's waist, revealing the slender and soft waist, including the obviously protruding deep collarbone.

Looking up.

There is still some kindness left.

"Did you refine those potions?"

Draco suddenly asked curiously, raising his gray-blue eyes to look at Inman with an inexplicable luster.

He was asking knowingly.

Sure enough, Inman walked right over.

He smiled and said, "Of course~"

She seemed eager to contact Draco to confirm the result she wanted.

"terribly sorry."

The green voice was apologetic.

That stopped Inman in his tracks.

An innocent smile broke out on Draco's fair face.

"I accidentally knocked over all those potions."

The smile on Inman's face slowly disappeared, and the arms that were hugged just now were lowered, her hands.

Some shaking.

The change in an instant was extremely obvious.

Draco knew it was Inman's heart.

He did it on purpose.

To kill someone is to kill one's heart.

"If possible, you should still be able to rescue him."

"maybe."

“One or two bottles survived.”

Opening your mouth is a provocation.

Inman couldn't accept this fact for a moment.

She didn't think Draco was joking.

That proud smile.

Undoubtedly the biggest mockery to her.

"You broke them all?!"

Inman couldn't help but question, the expression on his face twitching slightly.

It seemed like he could descend into madness at any moment.

The expression and tone at the beginning were completely gone.

"Why are you so fierce..."

"Maybe there are one or two bottles left that haven't been broken."

"Besides, I just accidentally knocked it down. What did I break?"

Draco looked innocent.

Feeling aggrieved, he moved towards Grindelwald.

Rub your face against his hand.

Completely different people.

Inman rushed into the tower almost instantly, no longer maintaining his dispensable elegance.

Because of the elegant premise.

It's her potions that are stored safely...

"really interesting."

Draco suddenly relaxed.

He comes here.

Originally, he was not looking for Grindelwald, but wanted to find Inman.

Since the person is not here, her hard work will be ruined.

very nice.

The person happened to come back.

Look at what it looked like just now.

Are you planning to confirm your results?

"It won't happen again."

Grindelwald stood up slowly.

The tone was indifferent.

"I didn't make a mistake."

Draco stood up, staggering and almost falling back.

Fortunately, he stabilized himself in time.

"Be good."

"Don't let me hear you say something rude."

From this point of view, Grindelwald seems to be in a good mood indeed.

otherwise.

Nor would he easily let go of Draco, who frequently provoked him.

He glanced at the words carved on the back of his hand.

Draco turned and cast a healing spell.

But what he didn't expect was.

The wound couldn't heal.

"What do you mean? Grindelwald!" Draco looked at Grindelwald.

His expression darkened.

It represents the same gloomy mood.

After all, no one wants to be on the back of their hand.

Such an obvious place.

With the three words 'loser' engraved on it.

Looking at Draco with indifferent eyes, Grindelwald spoke slowly.

"I said it won't happen again."

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Draco's slender neck.

But he didn't use any force.

Because of Draco's delicate face.

He already showed the expression he wanted to see.

"I was wrong, sir..."