HP: Slytherin disguise

Fortunately, everything went well.

Bella's attention was completely on Draco.

He didn't care what Voldemort said.

After all, for Bella.

Nothing is more important than Draco...

"I'll give you one last chance. Give me control of Draco."

He spoke in a cold tone.

Voldemort didn't care what Dumbledore's expression would be.

There was silence for a while.

Dumbledore just laughed.

Laughing louder and louder.

And Lyons, who was standing next to Voldemort, also laughed.

"Do you think he will hand it over?"

He turned his head and looked at Voldemort speechlessly.

Ryans really didn't expect it.

Voldemort could repeat it a second time.

Still in an imperative tone.

"I also... don't need him to hand it over voluntarily."

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised.

Voldemort didn't even look at Lionel.

Just one sentence.

This made Ryans stop smiling.

Dumbledore smiled and looked up, suggesting, "How about this?"

"You'll be given three chances to attack me."

"If you hurt me."

"I will give you control of Draco."

As he spoke, a cunning look flashed in Dumbledore's eyes...

The confused Death Eaters looked at each other and began to talk, not knowing what Dumbledore was going on.

Even Tonks and others beside Dumbledore.

I was also surprised.

Hurry up and persuade Dumbledore not to do this.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's not that I don't believe you, but this really can't be used for gambling!"

Tonks didn't think Dumbledore could defeat Voldemort.

But don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

This means giving away control.

The order and rule of the wizarding world must be overthrown tomorrow.

No matter what.

Several people had to acknowledge Draco's powerful strength.

"No need to persuade, Tonks."

"Professor Dumbledore would not do anything without preparation."

Moody, who had observed Dumbledore's expression for a long time, raised his hand.

Signaling Tonks not to dissuade him anymore.

"Ugh--"

Kingsley sighed, not knowing what to do.

Dumbledore now.

Make them feel strange...

"interesting…"

Raising his hand to press the mask on his left cheek, Ryans felt that things were becoming more and more interesting.

"He's provoking you. Do you want to bet with him?"

He turned his head and asked Voldemort beside him.

Ryans is just like any other Death Eater.

They were all waiting for Voldemort to speak.

soon.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes under his hood and said coldly, "Okay."

"You are very confident, Dumbledore."

"Confident to the point of arrogance."

If I don't agree to this, I will look like a waste...

"Hehe, but..."

"If you don't hurt me, that's the bet."

"Just kill Lyons Gaunt."

He smiled and pointed the Elder Wand at Ryans who had been watching the fun.

Dumbledore blinked his left eye.

"what?"

The smile disappeared, and Lions quickly looked at Voldemort.

But in the next second.

Voldemort nodded.

"can."

The two of them made a bet on Ryans' life right there and then.

He didn't care about Ryans' wishes at all.

And Ryans himself.

I was immediately ready to run at any time depending on the situation...

After everything is accomplished.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Moody and others beside him, and said with a smile: "You step back first."

"Don't get hurt by mistake."

They all looked at each other.

Tonks took the lead and took Lupin's hand, retreating not far away.

Bill and Charlie are also sensible.

Mrs. Weasley, who had been in a very low mood, followed suit and stepped back.

"Professor Dumbledore, you have to be careful."

Kingsley and Moody gave Dumbledore a long look.

Then he turned and retreated far away.

"how?"

Looking at Mr. Weasley, the only one who hadn't left.

Dumbledore smiled and raised an eyebrow.

He raised his head and looked directly at the unfamiliar Dumbledore.

Mr. Weasley whispered in an emotionless tone: "The Order of the Phoenix needs you, although you don't need the Order of the Phoenix right now."

Hear this.

Dumbledore raised his hand and gestured to the Elder Wand in his hand.

"Wizard, just need a wand."

"Instead of relying on others for everything."

Looking at Mr. Weasley who was about to speak again.

Dumbledore raised his index finger.

"Shh-"

"It's not me that the Order needs right now."

“It’s an absolute deterrent.”

"Just like those Death Eaters, they make people terrified just by hearing about them."

"understand?"

He curled his lips and chuckled.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand and teleported Mr. Weasley away.

Then, he looked at Voldemort.

"bring it on."

Taking a step forward, Dumbledore opened his arms.

under night.

He stood straight with his tall figure, his dark brown hair swung back as he raised his head, and the moonlight fell on him.

Perfect reveal.

The charisma of a strong person...

Holding Lupin's hand.

Tonks couldn't help but say, "If Professor Dumbledore always looks like this, he is the 'strongest white wizard'."

"Then there should be a lot of people in the magic world who support him..."

This is indeed true.

Dumbledore now.

The charm of a strong man has been perfectly revealed.

"If he's always been like this."

"Where would the mysterious man be today?"

Moody, who was standing nearby, interrupted.

He looked at Kingsley and sighed again.

I don’t know if this is good or bad…

Stride forward.

Voldemort raised his hand to pull down his hood.

But then he lowered his hand again and did not pull the hood back.

Point your wand directly at Dumbledore.

"I hope I lose later."

"You can still maintain this arrogant look."

He rushed forward and released the Killing Curse, heading straight for Dumbledore's face.

Voldemort after casting the spell.

It's like a ghost.

Following the spell, he came closer to Dumbledore.

He raised his wand and condensed it into a black blade.

Stabbed hard.

Straight to Dumbledore's heart.

The best bet for Voldemort was to kill Dumbledore.

Rely on strength to seize control.

Rather than charity from the other party...

The green light reflected in Dumbledore's eyes.

But faced two death threats.

Dumbledore was not at all panicked and disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, a long whip of fire burst out from the wand in his hand.

He deflected the killing curse that Voldemort had thrown at him again.

According to the rules of this bet, he cannot attack Voldemort, but he can defend himself.

"You have two more chances—"

Retreat to a nearby distance.

Dumbledore just smiled and looked at Voldemort who had straightened up.

After Dumbledore said this.

Ryans took a few steps back.

He adjusted the mask on his left face with his hand.

Always ready to escape...

"Ah--"

He laughed sinisterly.

Voldemort instantly appeared in front of Dumbledore, and the sharp blade transformed from his wand stabbed him again, while black smoke appeared behind him.

And from the smoke.

Countless black strips of cloth appeared.

Wrapped around Dumbledore...