HP: Slytherin disguise

"It's just a monster—"

Ryans bared his blood-stained teeth.

The wounds all over his body were still bleeding.

Relatively speaking.

Voldemort was no better.

His black cloak was almost soaked with blood, and the hand holding the wand was dripping with blood.

"kill him."

Voldemort spoke in a cold voice, as if he had gone mad.

He raised his wand again desperately.

Attack Dumbledore.

Soon, this horrific war began again.

Ryans looked on in disbelief, wanting to kill the other two.

What a huge grudge this is.

What a huge grudge...

But there is no time to think about it right now.

In the end, Ryans still joined in...

There were wails everywhere.

Under the double siege of Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix.

soon.

Those Death Eaters were either injured or died.

All the deaths were caused by Aurors.

Moody and his gang would never kill, they would only injure and wait until the end to arrest them...

"Let's go first!"

"The master has no time for us!"

A pure-blood family head spoke up.

The other Death Eaters were moved.

Who let.

These Aurors were all deadly, and every time they attacked, they cast a killing curse.

More like a dark wizard than them...

"Whoever dares to leave without the master's order will die!"

Rookwood waved his wand fiercely, his face looking sinister.

His action startled the other Death Eaters.

Start booing and stop talking about leaving.

until.

A Death Eater looked up and let out an unprecedented cry of terror:

"People from the International Confederation of Wizards are here too!"

"Yes Yes…"

"It's the senior executive—"

With his cry.

Everyone who was fighting raised their heads.

That's the time.

They just found out.

On the rooftops of the surrounding streets, several senior executives in suits and black cloaks were standing scattered around.

They all wore pocket watches on their chests.

The pocket watch floats in the night wind.

It collides with the buttons, making a crisp friction sound.

They just stood there silently.

This gave this battle the most deadly oppression.

Moody and the others looked up, somewhat incredulous.

But then, they seemed to have thought of something and looked at Draco who was sitting on the edge of the roof.

Neither these Aurors.

He is also a senior executive of the International Confederation of Wizards.

I am afraid.

They all came for the minister who was temporarily dismissed...

Then he was blown away.

Ryans really couldn't hold on this time.

not to mention.

A group of senior executives from the International Confederation of Wizards also came.

Don't leave again.

He must die here today!

Thinking of this, he quickly got up and glanced at the senior executives.

"Stop it, Riddle!"

"We should go!"

"As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood!"

"Now…"

Turning his head, Ryans' voice stopped abruptly.

Looking at the empty back.

His brain began to load...

“Fuck——”

It took half a day for Ryans to finish loading.

It seems that Voldemort had already left just now.

Leaving him alone where he was.

Silly dissuasion.

I thought to myself that I was like a fool, being sold and still helping to count the money.

Ryans was so angry that his eyes turned black.

In the end, he ignored the Death Eaters and Apparated away...

And after the two backbones left.

The Death Eaters then realized the situation and Disapparated.

"Go quickly!"

He strode forward and grabbed Bella, who was reluctant to leave.

Rookwood takes her away with him.

Black smoke flickered continuously.

In less than a moment, the whole street became quiet...

on the ground.

Only pools of blood were left behind.

In the pool of blood, there were many dead Death Eaters lying.

Some are still groaning in pain.

Some Death Eaters lost their ability to resist and did not leave in time.

He was pulled up by the Auror.

Put the wand against your neck.

"Professor Dumbledore——"

Moody and the others hurried over to Dumbledore's side.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s finally over…

See the war is over.

The senior executives stepped back and disappeared into the night.

As they leave.

all.

Everything returned to peace.

The night wind blew by, lifting the corners of everyone's clothes.

And in silence.

Grindelwald, who was sitting on the edge of the roof, also disappeared into the night.

Inman before leaving.

Turn around.

I took one last look at the boy...

That's this moment.

Everyone raised their heads.

Look towards.

The silver-haired boy who witnessed the entire war.

Dumbledore's bloodstained face also revealed a gentle smile.

"Draco—"

"It's all over, come on.

"Come to me."

He strode through the crowd.

He opened his arms, trying to catch Draco who had already stood up.

But before he got closer.

Draco had already jumped down, his silver hair fluttering.

Under the moonlight, like an angel descending.

I raised my hand subconsciously, then put it down again.

Lester's gloomy eyes became darker...

As he landed lightly on the ground, Draco put one knee on the ground and withdrew his hands that were supporting the ground.

Stand up slowly.

His long hair flowed back and his eyes were distant.

After waving the magic wand to clean the blood on his body.

Dumbledore then held out his hand to Draco.

Step forward.

Draco placed his hand in Dumbledore's and let him lead him back.

"You jumped down just now, it was really dangerous—"

"Although, let me be frank."

"Don't do that next time..."

?Long was so shocked by Draco's jumping off the building that he couldn't recover for a long time.

If it weren't for the fear of being exposed.

It actually caught Draco...

"minister--"

"minister--"

"minister--"

...

As Dumbledore led Draco past the Aurors.

The Aurors lowered their heads.

Respectful regards.

"minister."

Looking down, Lester watched as Draco passed him.

Long hair fluttered in front of my eyes.

Leaves a light fragrance...

When he looked up again, Lester's face returned to its usual gloomy expression.

Turn around.

He looked at the Aurors behind him.

A cold voice commanded:

"The minister said, kill them all."

puff-

puff-

puff-

...

next second.

The expressionless Auror used his wand.

Slashed across the Death Eaters' necks.

Blood splatters.

The Aurors' cold faces were stained with spots of blood.

As they loosened their grip.

Dozens of still-warm bodies of Death Eaters fell to the ground.

Lying in a pool of blood.

Open your eyes wide with reluctance.

Die with eyes wide open…

No Auror would care how many people he killed.

Because of their main mission.

It is to protect the minister.

All people and things that could endanger the minister need to be eradicated...

The members of the Order of the Phoenix who had originally followed Dumbledore to leave subconsciously stopped after hearing Lester's cold order.

He looked back in surprise.

But it's just right.

I saw the moment when the Death Eaters had their necks slit and fell to the ground.

One was still twitching.

Blood kept flowing from his mouth, and he grabbed the corner of the Auror's trousers next to him.

Seems to be asking for help.

But next second.

The Auror, whose trouser legs he grabbed, lifted his legs.

Kicked him hard on the head.

A crisp snapping sound was heard.

The Death Eater's hands also dropped.

Half of the head is sunken.

The splattered blood also dyed the Auror's black boots red...