HP: Slytherin disguise

Raise your eyes slightly.

Draco held Professor McGonagall's bleeding left hand with his own fair hand.

He turned his head in surprise.

Professor McGonagall noticed that Draco was looking at her.

As the tender green fluorescence rises.

The wound caused by the knife began to heal quickly and finally returned to its original state.

Not even a scar was left.

He withdrew his hand indifferently.

Draco seemed to have completed his mission and no longer looked at her.

He smiled bitterly.

Professor McGonagall cut the peeled green apple into pieces, put them on the plate, and placed the silver fork on it.

"Have some green apples, Draco."

"After we finish eating and have a glass of hot milk, we can leave."

Look at the plate in front of you.

Draco picked up his fork and ate the green apple chunks woodenly.

There was no trace of emotion on that fair, delicate face.

Professor McGonagall sat on one side.

Staring at him in trance...

"Professor McGonagall, your luggage."

at this time.

Mr. Filch's voice came from outside the hall. He was standing in the entrance hall with a large gray-brown suitcase in his hands.

This also woke up Professor McGonagall who was in a trance.

She quickly stood up and strode over, saying as she walked, "Thank you so much for helping me move it down."

"Just leave it here."

"Draco and I will be leaving in a moment."

"You can go about your business, Mr. Filch."

After placing the suitcase on the steps outside the hallway at Professor McGonagall's request.

Mr. Filch did not leave immediately.

Instead, look at the weather outside.

Remind: "I just went out for a while. Although there was sunshine, the wind outside was very strong and made people shiver."

"It's better to leave later."

After a moment's pause, Professor McGonagall apparently didn't notice any of this.

She felt it carefully for a while.

I found that there was indeed wind, and I thought the wind outside would be stronger.

"Look at my attention, it's terrible."

"thanks for your reminder."

Mr. Filch seemed to be hesitant to speak, but finally nodded and said nothing more.

……

When Professor McGonagall returned to the Great Hall.

Draco was drinking a cup of hot milk. Not far in front of him, on the Slytherin Headmaster's desk, stood a house-elf.

It was trembling and saying something.

But when it saw Professor McGonagall coming back, it suddenly shut up.

He quickly turned around and disappeared into the auditorium as if escaping.

It seems like he is afraid of being discovered...

Professor McGonagall had too many things on her mind to notice anything strange about the house-elf.

With the departure of the house-elves.

Draco paused for a moment as he held the cup.

Then it returned to normal...

"Winky has been depressed ever since Mr. Crouch died."

"It probably thinks you know Crouch Jr."

"I want to find out."

Coming behind Draco, Professor McGonagall raised her hand to comb his smooth silver hair.

After combing the long hair neatly, she used a long black cloth to gently tie up Draco's long hair and tied a bow.

Put down the cup.

Draco stood up and followed Professor McGonagall out of the Great Hall.

"To be honest, I'm still figuring out where to go."

Picking up the suitcase, Professor McGonagall looked ahead absentmindedly.

"Take my hand, Draco."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to come back until school starts."

She turned her head.

Stretched out his hand.

The fingertips holding the wand trembled slightly.

finally.

Draco extended his right hand.

Professor McGonagall held Draco's hand tightly and led him down the steps towards the front door...

And behind a window somewhere in the castle.

There was a black figure standing quietly. After an unknown amount of time, it disappeared from the spot...

The wind howled.

The vibrant grass is blown all around.

Professor McGonagall paused as her robes blew up and billowed backwards.

Although the sun is shining brightly.

But the howling wind brought a chill.

It makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

And this violent gale seemed to have trapped Professor McGonagall in place.

She looked up at the horizon.

As the strong wind blew into her heart, she felt an indescribable sense of joy.

Suddenly dropped the suitcase.

Professor McGonagall turned around and used her body to block the strong wind that made it difficult for Draco to move.

And the wind whistled past from the side.

She quietly blew up the long hair that was not bound by Draco's face.

He bent down and took out the cloak from the trunk.

Professor McGonagall draped it over Draco and gently pulled up the hood to cover his dazzling silver hair.

Lift your head.

Draco looked at her with his grey-blue eyes that remained blank.

As if he had noticed it long ago.

I saw tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

As tears dripped down.

It fell into the grass and disappeared without a trace.

Professor McGonagall smiled in relief.

She held Draco's fair, delicate face in her trembling hands, and used her fingertips to push his hair behind his ears.

In a gentle but firm voice:

"Go home, let's go home, my little prefect..."