HP: Slytherin disguise

After all, what Fudge wanted was his attitude!

In the future, whether he can become a core member of the Ministry of Magic, whether he can work for him and become his right-hand man.

This is what Fudge cares about!

As Minister of Magic, Fudge wanted to sit in this position forever.

This was also the reason why Fudge didn't want to believe that Voldemort was back in his previous life.

He just wants to enjoy this position safely.

Instead of fighting against Voldemort, who has cast a shadow over the entire magical world.

Therefore, it is extremely important to have excellent subordinates!

Decorah did not want to be favored by Fudge and train him to be his right-hand man.

After all, the one who has the last laugh can only be Alliance!

Time passes unconsciously.

Mr. Weasley glanced out the window and slowly pulled over to the side of the car.

Open the door and get off.

Only then did Decorah realize that drizzle had begun to fall in the sky.

This is located in the heart of London.

The streets are bustling and high-rise buildings can be seen everywhere.

Mr. Weasley got into a phone booth on the side of the road and dialed the number.

Decorah raised her hands to shield herself from the rain. The weather was gloomy and a bit cold.

"Well, I forgot to ask."

"What are you here for?"

He turned his head and looked at Percy who was standing upright.

"Father brought me here to share the minister's worries."

"In the past few days, those reporters and columnists have almost gone crazy trying to interview him."

"Under pressure, the Ministry had to let them in."

"It's in the reception hall on the eighth floor underground——"

"We will help him get interviews with reporters."

"The reporters' questions were so sharp that they almost asked the minister everything he knew and didn't know."

Percy's face was serious, his eyes full of pride and disdain for reporters.

"Oh…"

Nodding, Decorah knew Percy wanted to contribute.

Gryffindor's careerist, Percy.

I don’t know why the Sorting Hat sorted him into Gryffindor. It would be great to go into Slytherin.

This way, Fred and the others won't be bored every day.

"Come here, kids!"

Mr. Weasley was in the phone booth, waving to them.

The two walked in.

The phone booth is very spacious, after confirming that there are three people in it.

It started to operate and turned into an elevator to take them down.

Speechless all the way.

soon.

The elevator stopped and the door slowly opened.

What comes into view is a very long and wide main hall. The floor is so polished that it reflects light, reflecting the brilliant lights on the ceiling.

In the middle of the main hall.

There is a huge sculptural fountain.

At the end of the hall are twenty pale golden elevators.

There were people coming and going, coming and going all the time.

As soon as Decorah stepped out of the elevator, she heard the clicking sound of shooting.

Mr. Weasley's face was serious, as if he was not surprised by this. Percy straightened his back even more, as serious as a leader on inspection.

He raised his hand to block the light.

Decorah waited for the flash to go off before putting it down. On both sides of the main hall, there were more than a dozen reporters and newspaper writers standing.

It can be seen that they have been waiting for a long time.

When you see someone coming out, take a photo first and then talk about it.

After the quick photo was taken, everyone rushed up and surrounded them.

"Who set the Quidditch World Cup stadium on fire? Was it set on fire by a powerful dark wizard?"

"What is their goal?"

"Why didn't the Ministry of Magic stop the damage in time?"

"How many casualties were there among Ministry of Magic personnel?"

"Were those three Muggles tortured to death?"

Sharp questions were asked one after another.

Decorah was extremely irritable, he was not here for an interview!

Percy explained in a decent manner.

"Get out of the way."

A woman in a suit walked over. She was slender and moved quickly and silently. She pushed aside the reporters on both sides and took Decorah out.

The reporter turned his head and his eyes lit up.

Headlines! Why did the popular character genius wizard Decorah come to the Ministry of Magic? Is it related to this incident?

These news headlines flashed through my mind.

In an instant, a reporter wanted to take some pictures.

The woman in the suit turned her head and gave them a faint smile, which was full of warning.

Turning around wisely, the reporter went to interview Mr. Weasley and Percy.

Come to the elevator at the end of the hall.

The woman in the suit took him in directly.

Decorah raised his hand to straighten his messy long hair. He was thinking about what kind of expression he would need when he saw Fudge.

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were a delicate girl, but the second time I saw you, I realized who you were."

The woman in the suit also stands very straight.

He exudes cleanliness and decisiveness.

After being stunned for a moment, Decorah touched his face and said, "Really?"

Why doesn't he do anything? When did he become so refined that he became weak?

Isn't this nonsense? !

"Yes, it is!"

The woman in the suit smiled lightly, and the elevator reached the underground floor, which is the minister's office and the logistics department.

In addition to ministerial offices, many senior officials' offices are also on this floor.

The floor was covered with thick carpet.

Every wooden door is shiny, and there is a sign on it with the name and position of the office owner.

"Decora, good morning!"

Before Decorah could take a closer look.

A familiar voice came over. Not far from the elevator, Fudge was standing in a striped suit.

He had a smile on his face, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Uncle Fudge—"

After adjusting his mentality, Decorah trotted over directly, with a big smile on his delicate face, as if he was very happy to see him.

Stunned for a moment, Fudge hurriedly bent down and stretched out his arms.

He caught Decorah who jumped into his arms.

"Long time no see, do you miss uncle?"

Fudge picked up Decorah naturally and spun him around before putting him down.

"OK!"

Nodding, Decorah's fluffy hair relaxed, and some of it came out directly from the rubber band.

This also makes Decorah look.

Furry, cute and innocent, like a beautiful doll.

There is no way, not being tall, there are benefits to being short.

It directly makes people ignore your age and treat you as a child.

That's what Fudge is like.

He almost forgot that Decorah was fourteen years old now, and just regarded him as an innocent and cheerful child.

“I want it so much~”

Decorah tugged on the hem of Fudge's suit and looked up at him with her furry head.

Those little eyes are so watery.

Guaranteed enthusiasm and light to the outside world.

Fudge lost himself in these two sentences. He squatted down happily and rubbed the top of Decorah's head with his hands.

The woman in suit watched for a long time.

Almost silent.

How come she doesn't know that Fudge is Uncle Decorah?

Is it...

Is her information too backward? But she is Fudge's personal assistant. Is there anything else she doesn't know?

No one knows Fudge better than she does...