HP: Slytherin disguise

In this regard.

The Auror simply rubbed his boots on the corpse's clean clothes.

It seemed that he noticed the sight.

The Auror looked up with his bloodstained face.

He looked at Moody and the others expressionlessly...

Not only him, all the Aurors' bloodstained faces were indifferent and their eyes were ice-cold.

That's this moment.

Moody and his friends discovered a horrifying fact.

These Aurors are even more feared than the Death Eaters who are so feared by the wizarding world.

Even more terrifying...

With the end of the war.

The barrier covering the entire neighborhood disappeared.

Heavy rain also fell.

Washing away the blood...

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Inside the main castle.

As two figures walked out from the heavy rain outside.

Crisp footsteps.

It woke up Professor McGonagall who was sitting on the marble steps.

She stood up quickly.

The originally tired face immediately showed surprise and worry after seeing the two people coming in.

"Thank God, you are finally back--"

"Severus told me that you took Draco to Diagon Alley and fought with You-Know-Who. Then you left Diagon Alley and fought two battles with You-Know-Who in the Muggle world."

"As long as you're okay."

"I'm really afraid that the mysterious man will hurt any of you..."

The hand covering his chest trembled slightly.

After Professor McGonagall came in, she began to check Dumbledore and Draco.

Whether there are any injuries.

But before she could turn it over.

In the rainy night.

A few more people came in.

In comparison, several people were soaked and looked particularly miserable.

After seeing who those people were.

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment.

Then he asked in a trembling voice: "You all went?"

That’s right, Moody and a few others also returned to Hogwarts.

Especially after seeing the two sons of the Weasley family.

Professor McGonagall felt uncontrollably uncomfortable.

"Not only us, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic and senior executives from the International Confederation of Wizards all went there."

"We didn't suffer any serious injuries."

"but…"

Kingsley took off his wet coat.

The tone is elongated.

"But what?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Draco again, wanting to confirm whether he was really unharmed...

"But a lot of Death Eaters died."

"Those Aurors are like lunatics..."

"Kill anyone you see."

"If those Death Eaters hadn't escaped with You-Know-Who, I'm afraid we would have had to stay there."

"This is truly the most enjoyable fight I've ever had."

Kingsley laughed and reached up to pat Charlie on the shoulder.

"Especially this kid."

"Have courage!"

Having just experienced a life-and-death battle.

Return to a familiar and safe place.

Everyone relaxed and relived the fight just now, feeling it was particularly exhilarating.

relieved.

Professor McGonagall then looked at Dumbledore.

But then.

Then he was stunned.

She then realized that the person standing in front of her was a middle-aged man who looked both strange and familiar.

The memory seems to have gone back decades.

Professor McGonagall was surprised.

I felt something was wrong.

Everything is wrong, Dumbledore is wrong, Draco is wrong...

But the people are here.

Professor McGonagall did not ask directly, but asked them to go upstairs to wash up.

Go to bed early.

"You guys go to the Gryffindor dormitory and pack up, then get some rest."

"what's the matter."

"Let's talk tomorrow."

After arranging for several people to leave.

Professor McGonagall then returned, only to find Dumbledore already sitting down on the marble steps.

Those long legs overlapped.

Looking at Draco who was leaning against the stair railing on one side.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you, Albus?"

"And Draco, why did he become like this?"

Come to the bottom of the stairs and stand.

Professor McGonagall couldn't understand Dumbledore...

"You go back first, Draco."

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall for a moment, then turned and asked Draco to go back first.

Draco looked up indifferently.

Just ready to leave.

"No! Don't let Draco go!"

"Albus, I want to know what's going on!"

He raised his hand and grasped Draco's slender wrist.

Professor McGonagall sounded anxious.

But in the next second.

She saw a flash of blood in Draco's gray-blue eyes.

He raised the wand in his hand.

Blooming green light...

"Draco—"

"She is not our enemy."

crucial moment.

Dumbledore spoke up, stopping Draco.

After a long pause, Professor McGonagall still didn't react.

until.

Dumbledore stood up and came closer.

"Be good and give me your wand, Draco."

The tone suddenly softened.

Dumbledore bent slightly and held out his hand.

Under Professor McGonagall's increasingly incredulous gaze, Draco actually handed over his wand.

Then he stepped back.

The pale face is still expressionless...

"You controlled him?!"

He looked at Dumbledore in amazement.

Professor McGonagall would never have thought that Dumbledore would control Draco.

But it seems...

Everything seems to follow a trace.

Normally, how could Draco be with Dumbledore?

Going to Diagon Alley...

"Yes."

Dumbledore's expression returned to indifference and his tone was cold.

This was even more unacceptable to Professor McGonagall.

"Why exactly?"

"I just want to know, why?"

face questioning.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time before he said, "This is only temporary."

Obviously, this answer is for both of them.

All very pale.

Professor McGonagall was also silent.

It was still raining heavily outside, accompanied by lightning.

finally.

Professor McGonagall did not press the issue.

"Can I, touch him again?"

They both looked at the indifferent Draco.

but.

Dumbledore just watched calmly and did not let Draco get close to Professor McGonagall.

His eyes gradually dimmed.

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to leave.

Draco took a step forward, his grey-blue eyes expressionless.

Just staring at her.

"Thanks…"

I don't know why I should thank you though.

But Professor McGonagall spoke anyway and raised her hand.

Gently stroked Draco's face.

And aside.

Dumbledore stood with one hand behind his back, clenching it tightly.

He pressed so hard that his fingertips turned white.

But his face.

Still keeping calm and peaceful...

"Thank you for remembering me..."

"Maybe, you still remember me..."

For some reason, I met Draco's emotionless eyes.

Professor McGonagall felt a sharp pain in her heart.

"Thank you...Draco..."

finally.

She still couldn't help but hug Draco.

Didn't notice at all.

Dumbledore's increasingly gloomy expression and eyes...

After finally not feeling uncomfortable anymore.

Professor McGonagall then let go of Draco.

Embarrassed by one's own gaffe.

"I'm going to go see Moody and the others first. You can take Draco to rest early."

Turned and went to the side corridor.

Finally, Professor McGonagall seemed to have an idea.

Added: "Right."

"Professor Flitwick will return to Hogwarts early tomorrow."

...

With the departure of Professor McGonagall.

Silence returned to the hallway.

It seemed that he had noticed something.

Draco tilted his head numbly.

next second.

Dumbledore came forward, put his arm around his slender waist, carried him on his shoulder, and strode up the stairs.

Everything happened so suddenly...

After arriving at the principal's office.

Dumbledore walked into the door and threw the man roughly onto the bed...