HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Draco's previous impatience was swept away. He now had only one thought, which was to see Lori as soon as possible. The boy was immersed in his own thoughts, his eyes as gentle as the evening breeze.

"Draco!" Crabbe, who came in with his head covered, shouted in panic.

The young man folded the letter and looked over. He saw the two bodyguards with their collars untied and dirty school robes, as if they had rolled on the ground. They were not wearing shoes. "I just read the letter and you became like this?"

Goyle pointed at the dormitory door and said, "Merlin - this is how we woke up from the broom closet. We just saw two people who looked exactly like us at the door!"

"What?!" Draco stood up suddenly, "Exactly the same as you!"

Crabbe nodded and then shook his head, saying uncertainly, "They're not exactly the same. One has a scar on his head and the other has red hair, but their faces look like ours."

As an excellent student in Potions, Draco immediately thought of Polyjuice Potion.

Who else but Harry and Ron would have scars on their heads and red hair and move together at Hogwarts!

"It's Scarhead and that goblin Weasley!" the boy reacted. He thought their behavior was very strange at the time.

"What do they want to do by becoming like us?" Goyle asked curiously.

Draco sneered, "Of course I want to know who the Heir of Slytherin is, but I don't know either."

After thinking with their limited intelligence, the two bodyguards decided that it would be better not to ask.

Goyle said, "We will arrest anyone who breaks into the Slytherin dormitory and send him to Professor Snape."

The boy frowned. If he tried to catch them now, they would be gone. "They are like goblins. I don't know where they are now. But I have to report this to the professor. I believe Professor Snape will take good care of them."

Given Professor Snape's dislike for Potter, he was able to successfully file the lawsuit without any evidence.

The three of them went to Professor Snape's office before curfew. Sure enough, after learning about this, the professor's face darkened several shades. It seemed that after Christmas was over, Potter and the others would have a wonderful performance in the Potions class.

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Harry and Ron gasped as they fled to the bathroom in panic.

"It's over!" Ron gasped. "We ran into those two big guys. Malfoy must have known we were pretending."

Harry's heart was pounding. "It's okay. We've gotten out."

Ron leaned against the wall, "What should I do now? I feel like I didn't get anything out of my question. It took me too long to find a dormitory."

The previous plan went smoothly. They deliberately mentioned how delicious the cakes made by the Hogwarts house-elves were, lured Crabbe and Goyle out of the hall, and waited for them to eat the small cakes that they pretended to accidentally drop, hid in the broom closet, pulled out their hair, took off their shoes, and went to the bathroom to transform.

Unfortunately, Malfoy was gone when I returned to the hall, so I had to go look for my dormitory. It took me some time because I didn't know the exact location, but fortunately I met Malfoy who was also returning to the dormitory.

"Hermione, we asked, and it seems that Malfoy really doesn't know who the heir is." Harry walked to the door of the compartment where Hermione ran in before and said.

Ron complained, "All he can think about is Gloria not replying to his letter."

However, there was no movement in the compartment, and Harry became anxious, "Hermione, are you okay?"

“Hahahaha——” Myrtle, who was sitting by the bathroom window, covered her mouth and giggled.

The two teenagers were confused. Ron knocked on the door loudly, "Hermione?"

"Go away!" Hermione screamed from inside.

Harry and Ron were startled by this attitude, while Myrtle floated down from a height into the compartment and soon floated out through the door with an exaggerated smile on her face, "You should see this, it's really funny."

The door was unlocked from the inside and Harry pushed it open carefully. Hermione stood in the shadows with her back to them.

Ron looked puzzled, "What's wrong? Can't you change back to your original appearance after turning into Bulstrode?" But judging from the body shape, it doesn't look like that, "Could it be that your face hasn't recovered yet!"

If Hermione had Bulstrode's fierce and ugly face, the mere thought made Ron shudder.

Hermione loosened her robes from covering her face and turned slowly. "It's worse than that. The hair I found on Bulstrode wasn't hers..."

Her face was covered with black hair, she had furry ears on her head, and yellow eyes, and she looked like a real orc.

"It's cat hair! Polyjuice Potion can only transform humans, not animals. I don't want to go out. Everyone will laugh at me!"

Myrtle burst out laughing, and Ron exclaimed, "You have a tail!"

Hermione cried even louder.

The mixture of crying and laughing made Harry feel overwhelmed. He quickly persuaded her, "It's okay. Most of the students outside have returned to the dormitory now. We will send you to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey won't ask too many questions."

Hermione shook her head and refused, covering Maomao's face and crying.

After persuading her in the bathroom for more than half an hour, Harry and Ron covered her with two school robes and ran to the hospital wing as fast as they could. Fortunately, they didn't meet any other students on the way.

Seeing Hermione's look, Madam Pomfrey looked helpless. She didn't understand why these children were in such a mess on Christmas, a day of celebration.

The two men helped Hermione to sit on the innermost bed. Madam Pomfrey drew a curtain for them and they worked together to surround the bed to avoid being seen by anyone who came in.

When she had stopped sobbing and remembered what she was doing today, she asked, "Did Malfoy say anything?"

Harry shook his head, "No, he doesn't know who the heir is either."

Ron added: "He said Gloria has a secret to making snakes obey, and it has nothing to do with the heir."

Hermione placed her hands on her legs and lowered her head, saying, "This is difficult. Even he doesn't know, who else can we ask?"

Harry said in a worried tone, "Don't think about it for now, the most important thing is that you recover as soon as possible."

Hermione stayed in the medical wing at night. Madam Pomfrey found Professor Snape and told him her symptoms. When the headmaster heard that she had drunk a potion mixed with cat hair and turned into an orc, his expression became even more gloomy.

The next day, Harry and Ron went to the Great Hall for lunch. They spent some time in the morning explaining that Hermione was unwell in the hospital wing and that they had tried hard to stop their classmates from visiting her. Now they were exhausted both physically and mentally.

Harry was eating corn listlessly, and soon he felt several strong gazes. Looking up, he saw Malfoy and the two followers staring at him.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows, as if to say with his eyes, "Wait."

Harry simply ignored him and continued eating, but Ron poked him from the side, "What's wrong?"

Ron said to him in a low voice with a bitter face: "Look up, Professor Snape..."

Harry felt something was wrong, so he looked up carefully, and happened to meet Professor Snape's dark eyes. He was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head, facing the plate like Ron.

"I bet Malfoy and the others went to complain and don't want to go to Potions class after Christmas." Ron could already foresee that Professor Snape would target them in the future.

Harry licked his lips. "Don't dream. Whether we do this or not, Professor Snape will not give up targeting us."

What he said made sense, but Ron still felt like there was a stone in his heart, sinking.