HP: Slytherin disguise

As the photos were closed, a transparent passport appeared outside the card, with individual buckles on it.

It is meant to be worn on the chest.

"People are here."

"My dear, please stand on your tiptoes and let Mr. Hall take a look."

Umbridge lowered her head and looked at the eager Decorah.

The old man in the lobby was obviously stunned when he heard this.

People are coming?

Why didn't he see it?

Decorah stood on tiptoes, trying to be seen by the old man in the hall.

But he overestimated himself.

So does he.

It only reached half the height of the stacked books.

"People are really here?"

The old gentleman in the hall felt that Umbridge had no reason to lie to him, so he stood up and looked down in front of the desk.

then.

He saw Decorah standing on tiptoes and raising his head.

Those gray-blue eyes were staring at him eagerly.

Looks innocent and aggrieved.

"Hi Mr. Hall, hello!"

Decorah showed an awkward but polite smile and raised his hand to say hello.

Eyes widened, the old gentleman in the lobby never expected that there was actually someone there.

Thinking that I just called the person a girl.

He also showed an awkward yet polite smile.

"Hello, kid!"

"Decora, right?"

"Oh~ why do you feel so familiar..."

After thinking about it, the old man in the hall's eyes lit up and he said loudly: "You are the one who 'has hands', the practical teacher of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, right?!"

"Oh my God!!"

"It's really you!"

"It's unbelievable! Since you want to join again..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because, Umbridge was looking at him with a warning look on her face.

"Mr. Hall, I think the minister has made it clear enough about the employment application."

"You don't know anything about it, and you have to pretend it didn't happen!"

"If you can't remember, just go home and retire."

The corners of her mouth raised into a smile, and Umbridge's face was full of smiles, which really frightened the old man in the hall.

He quickly shut up.

He sat down obediently, handed over all the documents he had sorted out, and said, "It's all done."

"I do not know anything…"

After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at other documents.

"Have a nice morning!"

Umbridge smiled, took the large and small documents, turned around, and left the office of the Legal Enforcement Department with Decorah.

"These documents are kept by the minister."

"Of course, you have to take this."

"There is also the badge of the law enforcement inspector, which will be given to you tomorrow afternoon."

She handed Decorah the professional ID photo that she wore on her chest, and then walked towards the elevator.

"Follow me, honey!"

"Let me show you around the Ministry of Magic!"

Decorah followed.

Although he didn't know why Umbridge was so attentive to him, Decorah knew that it had something to do with his identity and Fudge.

What kind of person is Umbridge?

A person who is extremely obsessed with power.

All I want is to climb higher.

Being able to get to know more people is a very good thing for her.

Decorah felt that he was one of them.

Otherwise, Umbridge would have no reason to take such good care of him and call him by his Christian name.

"There are ten floors in the Ministry of Magic."

"Office of the Minister of Magic and Logistics Office (First Floor)"

"Department of Magical Law Enforcement (Second Floor)"

"Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters (Third Floor)"

"Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures (Fourth Floor)"

"International Magical Cooperation Department (Fifth Floor)"

"Department of Magical Traffic (Sixth Floor)"

"Department of Magical Games and Sports (Seventh Floor)"

"Main Hall (eighth floor)"

"Department of Mysteries (ninth floor)"

"Wizengamot Courtroom (Tenth Floor)"

"But, you don't need to care about anything else, because what you need to care about is the Wizengamot Trial Chamber!"

"It rarely has a public trial."

"Unless it's a big event!"

"If anything, you have to be in court and have a voice."

"I forgot to tell you, you are not an ordinary member of the Law Enforcement Department. Your professional position is: Director of Law Enforcement."

"This is a heavy portion."

"But now, it's not time to tell you your specific rights."

Umbridge spoke with great clarity.

Of course, Decorah knew that his position was not simple. After all, just the word 'supervisor' could tell the importance.

Next.

Umbridge began to take him around the various floors of the Ministry of Magic, explaining and introducing him.

Except for the ninth and tenth underground floors.

I visited the other eight floors.

And I almost understand it.

By the time we finished shopping, it was already noon.

Umbridge took him to the Ministry of Magic's canteen.

There are many canteens, large and small, and the corresponding departments are marked at the entrance of the canteen.

And what they entered was more like a dining room than a private room.

There is this huge rotating round table inside.

It was filled with food.

There are dozens of chairs placed next to the round table.

Except for Fudge, there was no one else here, though.

"Well--"

"You look a little tired, Decorah."

Fudge stood up, walked over with a smile, bent down and hugged Decorah.

"The Ministry of Magic is too big..."

Decorah rubbed her cheek against Fudge's arm and said weakly.

He told the truth.

A department has several offices with different tasks, and there are countless various places.

He almost threw up.

If Umbridge hadn't explained it neatly and without procrastination, I would have gone through it directly.

Otherwise, I don’t know how long it will take to visit…

Anyway, Decorah really didn't want to visit the Ministry of Magic anymore.

"Hahaha, let's eat first, okay?"

"I'll take a lunch break soon."

Fudge took Decorah and sat down at the round table and began to add food to him.

Umbridge also sat down.

"Why is no one eating here?" She turned her head and looked at other canteens outside the door.

Good, everywhere else was packed.

Although this is a place specifically for high-level officials of the Ministry of Magic to eat, there are still more than a dozen or dozens of people.

How come it's meal time?

Everyone has it?

Fudge raised his head with a smile and said, "They all think the food in the cafeteria is not delicious and not as good as the food they make at home!"

"This is normal. After all, there are people at home waiting for them to go back for dinner."

As he said that, Fudge raised his hand and touched the top of Decorah's head.

"All right…

Umbridge seemed dissatisfied.

Decorah ignored the chat between the two, but concentrated on eating the food, planning to rest as soon as possible after finishing it.

He was so tired that he didn't even want to eat.

However, it feels uncomfortable not to eat but to be hungry again.

After eating a few bites in a hurry, Decorah really lost his appetite.

"Why do you only eat this? Decorah."

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Fudge leaned forward slightly and asked softly.

"No, I'm a little sleepy..."

Decorah raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

"You eat first, I'll take Decorah to rest."

Fudge quickly stood up, picked up Decorah, who was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, and walked out of the cafeteria.

Umbridge wanted to follow.

But I felt that there was nothing wrong with the past, so I sat down and continued eating the stew.