HP: Slytherin disguise

"Maybe he'll be back in a few days."

"Maybe it will be a month before he comes back!"

"So during this period, your practical classes will be changed to self-study, and you will be watched by professors who do not have classes."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore signaled that they could leave.

The students looked at each other in confusion at first, then they came to their senses.

They broke out into screams and wails.

They were shouting and protesting like a group of demons dancing around.

Originally, there were only a few practical classes!

And Decorah often makes excuses not to teach them.

Now the professor actually asked for leave! It’s still a long vacation!

This is absolutely intolerable!

Some students were already feeling uncomfortable and aggrieved.

Ron's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "I remember that we don't have many practical classes, right? Are we going to have self-study now?"

"Are you kidding me..."

"We can't even go to class! You can study by yourself in other classes, but you can't study in practical classes!"

"It would be great if Big Bat also took leave!"

He said dejectedly, just like those students.

"Why did you suddenly ask for leave? Decorah didn't even tell us..."

What Hermione cared about was why Decorah suddenly asked for leave.

Left Hogwarts directly.

I don’t know if there is something important that requires me to take such a long leave.

"I can guarantee that it will definitely be a big deal!"

Harry said categorically, he felt that Decorah would not ask for leave if it was no big deal.

They left the auditorium together with the sighing students around them.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, and Professor McGonagall was also helpless.

But there is nothing we can do.

After all, Hogwarts really can't afford such a large sum of galleons...

Wait until we get to Austria.

It's already night.

The strange thing is that the wind is still howling here, the snow is flying, and the whole world is almost white except for the dark sea.

Far far away in the Black Sea.

There is this island.

On the island, there is a huge, brightly lit castle.

There were wizards walking around outside the castle.

When Decorah teleported over, he almost fell into the snow because the boulders were really slippery.

He jumped off the stone and walked quickly towards the castle.

A red carpet appeared in front of you, leading directly to the door.

The surrounding wizards turned their heads. After realizing that the person coming was Decorah, they all stood still and then lowered their heads.

It's like a salute.

After Decorra entered, they raised their heads and continued patrolling outside the snowy castle.

Once inside, the coldness disappeared instantly.

The floor of the hall was covered with lush and thick carpets, and there were groups of new party members around.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and everyone is doing their part.

Decorah didn't hesitate and climbed directly onto the stairs leading to the top.

He even forgot to shake off the snowflakes on his clothes.

Wait until he gets to the second floor.

Then he discovered that the long table in the middle, which could seat hundreds of people, had dozens of people sitting around it.

Most of the entire long table was occupied.

Alliance's core meeting.

Only core and effective party members are qualified to sit here.

This also explains.

During his time at Hogwarts, Alliance had already recruited many useful and powerful wizards.

It is worthy of Ge Huang’s thoughts.

It's so popular that there are literally hundreds of responses, and some people are begging to join.

Which seat at the end of the long table is vacant?

Grindelwald is not here.

This is normal. Grindelwald is no longer accessible to them.

Only some of the most important confidants and subordinates can have close contact.

After all, Grindelwald's vision is high.

Looking at these silent Alliance party members sitting at the long table, Decorah frowned in confusion.

If I remember correctly, it should be ten o'clock now.

Ten p.m!

What are these people doing sitting here?

Didn't it say there is a meeting tomorrow? Are you planning to sit down in advance and wait until the meeting starts tomorrow?

With the understanding of not understanding but respecting.

Decorah planned to go upstairs.

Upstairs, there is a lounge.

As Alliance's heavyweight, he also has his own private space.

Of course, that was the initial preparation.

He kept it for himself.

"Good evening, have you just come from Hogwarts?"

As soon as he stepped up the stairs, Decola was stopped by the question. He turned around and saw the new members of Alliance sitting at the long table, all turning to look at him.

The speaker was Thompson, who was sitting on the chair next to the main seat.

I deliberately left a place there.

Sitting in the first position on the left side of the main seat is Cook, who is much more energetic.

He seemed to have been reborn, radiant.

"um, yes."

"This is what you are doing?"

Decorah nodded and retracted his upward step.

Thompson was very excited when he saw Decorah's reply. He stood up and said, "Sir, he won't come back until tomorrow, so we have this important meeting."

"We have gathered together to report the situation to sir."

"He has never been back to the headquarters since he left last year."

"So in order to facilitate the meeting tomorrow, in case someone is not here, Cook sent a message to everyone in advance. Well... there should be some people who are not here."

"I can't tell the difference either. There are too many new party members."

"It's relatively unfamiliar. It'll be nice to get familiar with it in the future."

He was smiling, wearing a formal dark suit and tie, like a gentleman.

All he needs is a top hat and a cane.

Nodding, Decorah didn't know for a moment whether he should go upstairs or sit here with him.

If we were to sit together, we would definitely have to sit until tomorrow.

During this period, nothing can be done.

All I could do was sit.

and so…

Decorah went straight upstairs, he didn't want to sit there all night.

"Aren't you waiting sir?"

Thompson was stunned for a moment and directly stopped Decorah from going upstairs.

Cook's expression changed from indifferent to confused.

No...how dare this person...

After the words came out of his mouth, Thompson seemed to react, and his face turned pale instantly.

He quickly explained: "That's not what I meant!"

"I mean…"

After hesitating for a while, he came up with no reasonable excuse.

Mainly just scared.

No matter how eloquent he was, he was nervous and incoherent at this moment.

Decorah's expression changed again and again.

Finally, he retracted his legs, walked over silently, and sat down at the end of the nearby table.

He just had the idea of ​​killing Thompson.

Thompson's face turned blue and white. He could only sit down and clenched his hands impatiently.

Because those old party members were all killed by Decora.

Therefore, the current Alliance party members are all strangers and do not know them at all.

There is no distinction between old party members and new party members.

Among these people, there are also several heads of pure-blood families, including Blaise's father, Mr. Zabini.