HP: Slytherin disguise

"Incompetent bungler."

Draco glanced at Umbridge, whose arms were held by two centaurs and whose legs were dangling.

The latter was in dire straits.

His hair was messy and there were scratches on his face.

He was kicking his legs.

Vitriolic yelling.

"You are the new Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Minister of Magic?!"

A centaur paved the ground with his hooves angrily.

Together with the surrounding centaurs.

Staring at Draco with angry eyes.

Standing on the raised ground, Draco looked down at them indifferently, and then raised his wand.

With the wand raised.

There was a strong wind all around, and vines rising from the ground rushed toward the centaurs.

slam-la-

The branches were blown loudly.

The centaurs began to flee in all directions.

Use the bow and arrow to attack Draco.

After one of the centaurs was entangled in vines, more and more centaurs were restrained by the vines, unable to move.

"People from the Ministry of Magic, let us go!"

"You are not welcome here!"

...

The centaurs began to shout.

Umbridge was also dragged further away by the centaur holding her.

He threatened: "Let go of our companions."

"Or kill her!"

They wanted to use Umbridge to threaten Draco.

"Avada Kedavra--"

Green magic shot out.

It hit Graup directly who was trying to struggle.

He let out a scream.

He fell down with a bang, crushing several centaurs who were tied in place.

Looking at the lifeless Grawp.

The centaurs began to become restless and struggled.

Draco raised his wand indifferently.

The vines began to shrink.

The centaurs were strangled tighter and tighter until their bones shattered and they lost their breath.

"Avada Kedavra!"

He waved his wand violently.

Kill the two centaurs holding Umbridge.

Draco slowly lowered his hand and stared at Umbridge who fell.

The latter got up in embarrassment.

His face was full of horror.

Afraid of already killing Draco with red eyes.

Kill her too.

"Where did they go?"

Fortunately, the scarlet color in Draco's eyes slowly faded.

He didn't kill her as well.

"They ran away!"

"We should go back to the castle..."

"The girl said that there is a secret weapon that Dumbledore asked them to refine..."

Umbridge spoke urgently.

Standing there timidly.

But Draco didn't ask her why she brought Harry and the others here.

"You can leave."

Draco stared at her, commanding indifferently.

Umbridge shrunk her neck and walked tremblingly outside the Forbidden Forest, not even daring to look back, trembling all over, and finally disappeared...

And at the rear.

Draco lowered the wand he had just raised.

Just a thought.

Umbridge never looked back because she made the right choice.

And survived.

"Forget it, kill them all..."

"killed…"

Draco lowered his head and looked at the wand in his hand.

Whispering softly...

under night.

Several people were standing on a Muggle street. The street was full of dilapidated buildings, and the dirty street walls were covered with messy graffiti.

As they walked into a red phone booth.

It takes less than a moment.

then disappeared…

Inside the minister's office.

Draco sat on the table, staring at Voldemort as he walked back and forth.

Voldemort was in a good mood.

It was rare that he didn't blame Draco's unfriendly cold gaze.

"They're coming in."

Draco warned aloud.

"None of this is important. What's important is that he got the prophecy ball."

Voldemort held his wand in his hand.

Feeling happy about impending success.

Curling his lips in disdain, Draco stopped talking, too lazy to pay attention to Voldemort.

He seemed to sense Draco's disdain just now.

Voldemort turned and looked at him.

He said in a low tone: "I'm warning you once, I am your master."

"Everything you say and do must be respectful."

"There'll be another time."

"I don't mind teaching you with my own hands."

The threatening tone made Draco turn around and look over.

Just jump off the table.

Draco's fair face showed a sarcastic smile.

He approached Voldemort.

Provocatively: "Then are you going to kill me?"

"very good."

"I'm going to warn you once too."

"Please think first before speaking."

"Before you treat me like the trash that you were, I don't mind letting you know what a threat is."

As he spoke, Draco raised his hand and pressed his fingertips against Voldemort's chest.

Looking at the latter's eyes that turned cold instantly.

Draco smiled contentedly.

Then he took back his hand, took two steps back, and ordered: "If Dumbledore appears, you must kill him."

"I don't hope that you can't kill Harry Potter, and you can't even fight Dumbledore."

"That would be very disappointing."

Taking two steps back, Draco smiled proudly.

Just passing by Voldemort.

Getting ready to leave the office.

"You are very confident, but you have to remember that you still have control in my hands."

"Draco."

"I'm giving you a chance."

"Why do you want to make me angry..."

Voldemort grabbed Draco's long hair and pulled him back hard.

There was no immediate spell cast.

Instead, he touched Draco's fair face with his fingertips.

Even if Draco was so provocative.

He can also quickly relieve his anger in the first place.

Draco was naturally aware of Voldemort's strange behavior these days.

Forbearance, Voldemort was particularly patient with him.

Even to the point of being weird.

According to the past, Voldemort would never let him go.

Provocation in the past.

Voldemort was only making verbal threats now.

So what happened to make Voldemort so indulgent to him...

Compared to this indulgence.

Draco hoped that Voldemort would be the same as before. After all, there must be a monster when things go wrong.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

He raised his hand in disgust and tried to pull away Voldemort's hand that was touching his face.

Draco just felt like he was being treated like an object.

A perfect item.

Voldemort seemed to laugh sinisterly, gripping his neck with his big hands, wiping his lips with his fingertips, and gradually tightened his grip.

"I've changed my mind."

"Although you are the most suitable."

"Be good and don't let me have that idea again."

Whisper something in Draco's ear.

Voldemort then turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Draco stumbled and fell to the floor.

He raised his hand and wiped his lips vigorously.

"Damn..."

"If you want to use me as a test subject, you have to survive until then..."

"You're next!"

Draco's murderous intention towards Voldemort.

has reached its peak…

If you can tonight, wait for Voldemort to kill Dumbledore first.

of course.

The premise is that Voldemort and Dumbledore fight.

Both sides suffer losses, or one dies and the other is injured.

It really doesn't work.

He doesn't mind taking action midway.

Although Voldemort is more hateful than Dumbledore.

But Voldemort had to be left to someone.

We can't leave that person unscathed...

Get up with your wand in hand.

Draco opened the door to his office and just walked out.

Then he saw Lester and Roberts who were about to knock on the door.

The two of them looked at Draco's somewhat messy long hair, and finally their eyes fell on it.

On his white neck.

On it, there are dazzling red pinch marks...