HP: Slytherin disguise

Almost less than half a minute.

This group of party members shrunk and ran back to the castle, not daring to stay here and watch the fun any longer.

There was nothing but fear in their hearts.

Now there is nothing.

Didn’t you say that Sir values ​​Decorah very much?

Is it...

The more you take it seriously, the worse you will suffer?

Or maybe something happened that made Grindelwald unhappy.

That's why there was a big fight.

Trample people to death...

What about them? Will I die if I look at Grindelwald one more time in the future?

With such a cruel leader.

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.

But now that you're in, there's no way out.

If you can survive one day, that is one day!

This is what others thought, but Thompson, who had been warned, still trembled.

He suspected that he would be the next to die...

Now, they have begun to feel that Grindelwald intends to kill Decorah.

After all, they watched it for more than three hours.

It can be seen that Grindelwald is deliberately crushing Decorah's psychological defense.

Then the abuse was repeated.

No one is not afraid of death, and Thompson is even more afraid of seeing death.

Now his mood has begun to get agitated...

Grindelwald didn't bother to pay attention to those Alliance party members. After all, to him, they were just a group of tools used to control the Muggle world and the Ministry of Magic.

Dispensable, but useless.

Can be discarded at any time.

Or change a new batch.

He turned back.

Then it was discovered that Decorah got up again with the help of amazing willpower.

"continue."

He kicked Decorah down hard and spoke indifferently.

Breathing slowly, Decorah used his last breath of hot breath to push himself up and try to get up.

"continue."

Don't wait for him to get up.

He was kicked back again, this time even the last of his strength was exhausted.

"Stop dreaming... I won't... die..."

A faint voice sounded.

Decorah felt like his breathing was about to be taken away, and it seemed to be getting lighter and lighter.

No need to lift your chest.

Then you can breathe.

In fact, it was just that he no longer had the strength to breathe.

Grindelwald directly raised his foot and stepped on his chest.

Staring at him coldly.

"I have plenty of time and patience."

"I will crush your dignity bit by bit and grind you into dust..."

"This is really interesting..."

He just wants Decorah to know that dignity is worthless.

In front of him, you must kneel!

He slowly opened his mouth, and a halo appeared in Decorah's gray-blue eyes. He didn't say anything, and stared at the gloomy sky.

In Decorah's sight.

Everything disappeared, there was only a blue sky and the warm sun falling from nowhere.

And he himself seemed to be lying on the soft grass.

The body is extremely light.

But there was something pressing on his chest, preventing him from floating up.

His brows furrowed slightly. He was a little tired and didn't want to pay attention.

Forget it, let’s take a nap first...

Outside, Decorah's eyes lost their luster and then slowly closed.

He was lying in the blood-stained snow, his delicate but pale face was mottled with blood, and his long platinum hair was scattered, like a porcelain doll full of cracks, which would break at a touch.

Withdrew his legs.

Grindelwald stood there, his eyes indifferent.

Finally, he laughed, slowly squatted down, and reached out to touch Decorah's face.

"This is how you behave..."

"arrogant?"

"It's okay, I'll help you crush it..."

"Only obedient children are lovable."

"Let me think..."

"Potion...soul...spell..."

"Which one suits you better?"

"Forget it...we'll talk about it when we get back."

He picked up the injured Decorah, then slowly hugged her tightly and walked towards the castle.

"gentlemen…"

Seeing Grindelwald come in, the Alliance party members in the hall said hello one after another and lowered their heads.

Don't dare to lift it.

Grindelwald ignored these people and went directly upstairs.

Wait until he leaves.

Only then did these party members dare to raise their heads and breathe a sigh of relief...

The top floor of the castle.

This is a narrow stone house that is extremely cold.

Both the floor and the walls are made of black and luminous stone.

Against the wall is a row of storage spaces carved out.

Inside were bottles filled with colorful potions.

In addition to these, there is an animal skin hanging on the wall that has been dried for many years.

I can no longer tell what kind of animal it is.

The only light source here comes from the window.

The window was empty and unobstructed, as if it were carved out.

Snowflakes fell in from there.

A thin layer of snow had fallen on the ground under the window, and it was extremely damp.

The cold wind howled.

It's getting colder and biting.

There is nothing here, only coldness and loneliness.

Grindelwald placed Decorah on the cold stone ground, raised his wand and cast a healing spell on him.

Those deep wounds were healed quickly.

After confirming that there is no danger.

He stopped and allowed the smaller wounds to continue to bleed.

As long as people are alive.

can.

Go to the wall full of holes.

Grindelwald walked back and forth slowly, his fingertips tracing the row of medicine bottles.

It makes a crisp collision sound.

Finally, his fingertips rested on a bottle of black potion.

"Soul tranquilizer..."

"It's really unfortunate. It seems like you have to suffer a lot..."

Grindelwald smiled and picked up the bottle of black potion, his eyes instantly turned vicious...

Decorah woke up from the pain.

My whole body hurts.

Especially the chest, because that's where he got hit the most.

After he opened his eyes.

The first thing is to get up.

This has become subconscious.

He felt like he was losing his willpower if he didn't get up.

next second.

Decorah was kicked down to the hard stone ground.

The force was so strong that it made his hands tremble in pain.

His forehead hit the ground directly.

Scratched skin.

It was Grindelwald, who had just walked past the window with snow falling inside.

"Just kill me, wouldn't it be better..."

"Or, you can use the Soul Imperius Curse..."

Decorah covered her forehead, her voice was hoarse and weak, but her eyes were still full of stubbornness.

Before he could stand upright, he was kicked down again.

"That's so boring..."

"It's still a long time, let's take our time..."

Grindelwald walked over, knelt down, and raised his white eyebrows lightly.

Then he grabbed Decorah's long hair with his hand and forced him to look at her.

"I will let you, willingly!"

"Kneeling!"

"Next to my feet..."

He slowly came closer and whispered in Decorah's ear.

Then he let go, stood up and said, "Continue."

"Let me see how many days you can last."

Next, he always looked down at Decorah with a smile on his face.

Watch him get up again and again.

Then he kicked him down again and again.

From time to time, he would step on his hand and crush it hard.

Slow torture...