HP: Slytherin disguise

Take a deep breath.

There was a flash in Dumbledore's eyes, something indescribable and complicated.

He held the potion bottle tightly in his hand.

In the end, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

Watched for a while.

The old wizard handed the Veritaserum to the Auror.

motioning for him to feed Draco.

Gonzalez looked at the time and hurriedly turned around and left the courtroom.

The Auror took the Veritaserum.

Backing up, he turned around and walked towards Draco.

Gradually relax with your breathing.

Everyone held their breath and stared at what was going to happen next.

"minister."

Say hello in a low voice.

The Auror handed the Veritaserum directly to Draco.

His white hands took the Veritaserum.

Draco lowered his eyes, opened the cork, and stared at the liquid inside.

Then look up.

Drink less than half.

Then, throw the Veritaserum to the Auror.

He raised his hand and wiped his lower lips.

His eyes were staring straight ahead without any fluctuation.

After catching the Veritaserum, the Auror slowly stepped away...

"The truth serum has been drunk, and now the interrogation has officially begun."

"No one is allowed to speak during this period."

"Until the interrogation is over."

After the old wizard finished speaking seriously, he looked at Draco.

No one made a sound.

They all watched and listened quietly.

There are only a few scattered writers who make the sound of paper turning at all times.

"Have you ever helped the mysterious man accomplish something unforgivable?"

The old wizard hesitated for a long time.

That's why I asked such an unimportant question.

for him.

This question is not very important.

"Yes, done."

Draco spoke slowly, his gray-blue eyes lowered.

It has indeed been completed, and the massacre of the giant tribe is one of them.

He raised his hand and stroked his chin.

The old wizard seemed a little uneasy.

He turned his head and looked at the senior officials of the International Federation of Wizards behind him.

He asked something with his eyes.

One of them, a senior member of the International Federation of Wizards sitting in the middle, took out a note from his arms and handed it to him.

Take the note.

The old wizard turned back and looked.

The more he looked, the more uneasy his expression became.

"Are you a Death Eater, a subordinate of You-Know-Who?"

This question directly made the wizards watching the trial prick up their ears.

The rest frowned sullenly.

They basically already know the answer.

Those who squeezed in had nothing to do with the watching wizards.

"Yes."

Draco's reply.

That’s what really breaks those people’s hearts.

Some squeezed in just to see Draco, to protest, and to question the inside story behind his arrest.

Even doubt Dumbledore, doubt anyone.

He didn't doubt or think that Draco was arrested because he was an accomplice of the mysterious man.

In fact, this formation told that things were not simple.

However, they still didn't believe it.

But now after hearing those two short words from Draco, my heart is breaking.

"How could it be..."

Sobs sounded, and a wizard began to cry softly.

A few years of love.

After all, the wrong payment was made.

Where there is a beginning, there is a follow.

Low sobs came one after another, with unwillingness and sadness.

This includes Mrs. Weasley...

"How many people have you killed?"

The old wizard's hand holding the note began to tremble.

But I still asked.

"There are too many to remember."

Draco raised his eyes, glanced at the old wizard, and then looked away.

"Is the last Minister of Magic a Death Eater?"

"No."

"When did you join the Death Eaters camp?"

"four years ago."

"At that time, you were only in the first grade!"

A look of surprise flashed across the old wizard's face, and he raised his head in disbelief, staring at the expressionless Draco.

In this regard.

Draco's lips curved slightly, but the curve was fleeting.

No one has time to see it.

What emotion.

Dumbledore stood up almost subconsciously.

But it's not conspicuous.

Because when Draco said the reply 'four years ago'.

Many people stood up in shock.

If Draco had joined the Death Eaters in his first year, then...

Is it all a pretense?

A talented little wizard who is admired by the magic world.

From beginning to end, he was the subordinate of the mysterious man.

So what else is true?

I'm afraid, only people are real...

Dumbledore fell back into his chair. The potion bottle in his hand was crushed to pieces, and the Veritaserum inside flowed out without any notice.

He thought about the memories he had with Draco over the years.

But nothing was found.

Something a little unusual and wrong.

He had.

Inviting a Death Eater to join the Order of the Phoenix?

Dumbledore thought from beginning to end that Draco joined Voldemort's Death Eaters camp after contacting the Ministry of Magic.

Tell him now.

Draco had joined since his first year.

This is hard to accept and believe.

"Did you volunteer to become a Death Eater?"

The old wizard held the note, and although the disbelief remained on his face, he continued the interrogation.

After all, this is his job.

"No."

Draco didn't become a Death Eater by choice.

Didn't even think about it.

He was branded with the Dark Mark so quickly.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the old wizard raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Do you realize your mistake now?"

The old wizard tore the note into pieces.

No further interrogation.

Even if he wanted to ask, he couldn't ask any more.

Because he will die.

What's more, he really didn't have the intention to continue asking.

I can't wait to get it over with quickly...

"The effects of the medicine have ended."

There was no answer to this question.

Because the effect of the medicine has expired.

During this period, all questions were answered in a perfunctory manner, and they were not even asked in detail.

It's just a formality.

For the outside world to see the form.

But from beginning to end, there was no voice of doubt.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, frowning, his face extremely dark.

"Okay, then the first trial is over."

The old wizard raised his hand and struck the hammer.

He stood up and packed his things.

Ready to leave.

"Voldemort will never forgive you."

Abrupt words.

This interrupted everyone's movements and caused the wizards to tremble violently.

His eyes widened in horror.

Someone actually dared to mention the mysterious man!

Call me by name!

Looking, it turned out to be Dumbledore.

This makes sense.

After all, only Dumbledore dared to call the mysterious man this on different occasions.

But what does this sentence mean?

Some people's eyes changed slightly.

I sat back down again, planning to see if I could hear anything else.

"so what?"

Draco looked up, a smile on his fair face.

This smile was even more frightening than Dumbledore's words.

It's this smile.

Deceived the entire magical world!

Dumbledore knew what he was talking about, and Draco knew what he was talking about even better.

It's nothing more than that diary.

He even understood the importance of that diary to Voldemort better than Dumbledore.

That's a Horcrux...

And for Dumbledore.

Draco destroyed what Voldemort was going to use to move around and resurrect earlier.

and has been taken by the latter.

Learned from Harry's memories.

Voldemort's performance at that time.

This already illustrates the importance of this thing.

He won't let Draco go!

In other words.

Draco was now in a double crisis.

Or be captured and sent to Azkaban.

Or acquitted.

But even if you go out.

Voldemort will never let him go.

anyway.

Neither will have a happy ending...