HP: Slytherin disguise

The smile gradually faded.

Dumbledore's expression turned completely cold and he lowered his eyes to look at his hands.

The joints are distinct and full of sexual tension.

Obviously.

Snape's overt and covert sarcasm still stirred up waves in his heart.

young?

Who can truly achieve immortality?

As the objects in the office began to shake, heavy books fell from the bookshelf one after another.

Glass products even began to crack.

A dark atmosphere swept through the entire office, as if it was on the edge of an abyss.

Slowly tilt your head.

Draco glanced indifferently at Dumbledore standing beside him.

That dark breath.

It's what emanates from him.

At this moment, Dumbledore was surrounded by dark red mist, and his raised hand condensed into a distorted human face.

A dark red light shone on his face.

Add a touch of evil...

"What an evil aura, what on earth is that..."

"Host, please wake up, I'm scared..."

"Can you please stop playing? You'll be in trouble if you continue."

"Why are both of them crazy?"

?Long just woke up and witnessed this scene.

It has only one wish at this moment, that is, the host wakes up quickly and stops pretending.

After all, this group of people.

The host has already driven me crazy...

?Long reasonably suspected that there was something strange about the host's loss of consciousness this time.

Probably.

It's still pretending, it knows its host too well...

But its sorrow.

There is no way you will get any response.

During this time, Dumbledore seemed to be aware of Draco's gaze.

The dark red in the eyes faded quickly.

The mist around Dumbledore dissipated, and the office instantly returned to silence, with only books falling to the ground and cracked and broken glassware.

Still announcing everything that just happened.

With a gentle smile on his face, Dumbledore moved behind the chair.

Bending closer to Draco.

"Voldemort is probably angry at his useless followers right now."

"Let me guess..."

"Will his next plan be just as I thought..."

He raised his hand and gently ran his fingertips across Draco's fair face.

Dumbledore's smile became increasingly morbid.

As a wound opened at the fingertips, blood gushed out and stained Draco's lips.

Make the already light pink lips.

More and more weird.

A hint of bloodshot appeared in the indifferent gray-blue eyes.

The magical animal totem behind Draco began to flicker...

He placed his bleeding fingertips into Draco's mouth.

Dumbledore moved closer.

At last.

He whispered softly in Draco's ear:

"Draco, my future godson."

……

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Dumbledore!!!"

"Damn old thing!"

"Why don't you just die!"

"Go to hell!"

Nott Manor.

Hysterical roars echoed throughout the manor.

Followed by.

There was a crackling sound.

In the hall.

Lyons stood aside with his arms folded, looking leisurely at the helpless and furious Voldemort.

The latter's face was almost distorted.

The eyes, which were already dark red, now turned scarlet.

Looks like a demon that just crawled out of hell.

"Tsk——"

"Stop taking out your anger on these innocent pieces of furniture."

"The whole hall is filled with smoke because of you."

He raised his hand to wave away the flying wood chips.

Ryans gloated.

He was obviously still upset about Voldemort gambling his life for control.

"Get out!"

The veins on Voldemort's forehead bulged and he was so angry that his head was hot.

This is such a shame!!!

Voldemort became furious when he thought about being pinned to the ground by Dumbledore several times in a row.

What's more, this old guy actually dared to play tricks on him!

"Oh, okay."

An evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ryans turned around and walked out of the hall, muttering to himself as he walked:

"What a coincidence, this control method..."

"I read it in a book."

“It’s really amazing to be able to achieve perfect control without any sequelae.”

"But it's not perfect."

"Its control seems to be able to change later..."

While talking.

He was almost out of the hall and into the night.

"Wait, what did you say?"

next second.

Voldemort turned around suddenly, staring at Lyons with his scarlet eyes.

Take back the step you are about to take.

Ryans smiled with confidence.

Turning back, Ryans waved his wand and a chair appeared behind him.

He sat down naturally.

Her long legs were crossed and her green eyes were gleaming with evil.

"This potion should have been made by Horace Slughorn. He must have returned to Hogwarts with Dumbledore to teach."

Lions' affirmative words made Voldemort somewhat suspicious.

Seeing his suspicion, Ryans stopped pretending and said directly: "This potion comes from a book. That book belongs to the Gaunt family. He once came to the Gaunt family to borrow the forbidden book about potions."

"I remember clearly that he only took away one book in the end."

"It contains the method of refining the control potion."

"When I was very young, I read that book. Many of the medicinal materials needed for the potions in it were basically impossible for the Gaunt family to gather. Some of them were even unheard of."

"I just don't know how Dumbledore got it all together..."

not to mention.

The controlling potion is the most mysterious thing in it...

"I just want to know."

“Control can change at any time.”

Voldemort became more and more annoyed as he listened.

But at this moment, Ryans just smiled and said nothing, as if he was waiting for something.

See him like this.

Voldemort's impatience was almost written on his face.

"Whatever you want, tell me now!"

He just finished speaking.

Ryans couldn't wait to snap his fingers, crossed his legs and said, "It's not really a request."

"But I'm just following you around for free, without asking for anything in return. Does that make me half your friend?"

"Since we have all been through this together."

"Then your followers are also considered half of my subordinates, right?"

Voldemort frowned and felt something was not right the more he listened.

This roundabout way of speaking seems to have other intentions?

as predicted.

next second.

Lyons moved the chair under him and moved closer to Voldemort.

"If you round it up like that."

"I am also half the master of your little Death Eater..."

The anger that had just been calmed down was ignited again.

Voldemort's face was grim, and the wand in his hand was ready to go.

He hates it the most.

Others snooping into what belongs to you...

"Riddle, you have to think carefully. The control of the little Death Eaters is now in the hands of Dumbledore."

"He seems to be particularly concerned about the little Death Eaters..."

Press the mask on the left side of your face with your fingertips.

Lyons was not afraid at all that Voldemort would attack him, he had 100% confidence.

Looking at Voldemort's increasingly vicious eyes.

He sighed, "If I had the power to control it, and if the little Death Eater was around me every day, I would care about him more than Dumbledore and hold him in my hands."

"I'll give him whatever he wants."

...

It was obvious that Lions's snooping made Voldemort very angry.

But after the anger, there is calmness.

"Okay, great, no problem, now you can talk."

"Haha, happy to help..."

...

As Ryans left Nott Manor and disappeared into the night.

Voldemort slowly raised his head.

In those scarlet eyes, there is endless gloom and murderous intent...