HP: Slytherin disguise

In a blink of an eye.

The time came to February 24th, the day when the second project started.

9am.

The other side of the lake was already filled with spectators. The seats were packed and the crowd was buzzing.

At a table draped in a red and gold tablecloth.

A group of referees were sitting there.

Harry was so nervous that his chest ached, and he wanted to find Decorah in the chair.

Unfortunately, Decorah wasn't around at all.

Even if the game is about to start.

He couldn't help but suspect that the students were right. Decorah would probably miss watching the project.

But because he was looking for a way to breathe underwater, he didn't pay too much attention.

Now he was getting anxious.

It's not because of missing or any other reason.

"Listen up, everyone, our warriors are already at their posts."

"As soon as I blow the whistle, the second item begins."

"They have a full hour to get back what was taken from them."

"I'm counting to three."

"one two three!"

Mr. Bagman gave a loud voice and announced the start of the game.

Accompanied by a harsh whistle.

The cheers in the stands were deafening.

Harry didn't have time to think too much, so he quickly took off his shoes, stuffed the gillyweed into his mouth, then stepped into the lake and chewed the gillyweed hard.

Finally, he swallowed the gillyweed and plunged into the cold lake water.

There was a knife-like pain in my neck.

He touched it and found two long and narrow cracks, which opened and closed, allowing him to breathe freely like a fish in the water.

The tips of his fingers grew webbed, as did his feet.

Ignoring his surprise, Harry quickly swam deeper.

The bottom of the lake is full of algae and obstacles, and it looks dark...

On the shore of the lake, a figure was slowly moving to the other side. He was wearing a light white sweatshirt, brown straight pants, and a platinum-blonde high ponytail. He looked extremely refreshing.

This person is none other than Decorah, who has been missing for nearly two months.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Decorah looked at the packed stands and shook his head. He came back a little late.

The games have already begun.

It can only be said that Fudge was too enthusiastic and always asked him to leave after a while.

If I hadn't known that there were still Triwizard Tournament events to watch.

Fudge probably wasn't willing to let him leave the Ministry of Magic.

Come to the podium.

There are dozens of wooden chairs here, with a sparse Ministry of Magic staff sitting on them.

At the front is the referee's table covered with a golden tablecloth.

Sitting behind the referee's table were Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Ms. Maxim, and Percy, who came in place of Mr. Crouch. As for Mr. Bagman, he stood aside and had no intention of sitting down.

Decorah didn't make a sound and sat directly on the edge of the middle row of the rostrum.

After sitting down, he noticed a figure floating up.

There was an uproar in the stands. Fleur floated up. She looked very uncomfortable and could not breathe underwater.

She was eliminated only halfway through the competition.

After being fished out, Furong collapsed and cried, because she probably already knew what she wanted to save in the lake.

It's her sister!

Because she was too eager, she started to cry in confusion.

Ms. Maxim hurried over, wrapped her in a blanket, hugged her and kept comforting her.

Yawning out of boredom, Decorah leaned back and planned to rest on the back of the chair for a while.

next second.

He fell backwards and fell to the ground, and his head was hit by the stones on the ground.

"...W...T..."

Turning over, Decorah squatted next to the chair and began to hold the back of his head and inhale.

He had forgotten that these were benches.

There is no chair back to rest against at all.

Just as he fell, Cedric emerged from the water with Qiu in his arms and quickly came ashore.

Staff quickly put blankets on them.

The main reason is that the weather is a bit cold, especially the lake water, which is bitingly cold.

The spectators in the stands cheered.

Applause vigorously.

Dumbledore also smiled and raised his hands and clapped.

He shook his head and caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

Well, it was Decorah who was squatting on the ground and holding his head.

The smile on his face froze, and Dumbledore instantly became furious.

What is this?

Wouldn't it be enough to just say that you want to take forty to fifty days of leave?

It made him wait every day.

Ask from time to time if Decorah is back.

Sensing the resentful eyes, Decorah raised his head and met Dumbledore's eyes behind the referee's table.

Decorah's expression was stunned for a moment, then he stood up and sat on the stool again.

Then stare at the ground.

Ignoring Dumbledore's questioning and angry eyes.

"Why did you just come back?"

Dumbledore, who didn't get an answer, stood up, walked over quickly, and raised his hand to pull Decorah up.

His face was full of anger and resentment.

"I asked for leave, why can't I come back now..."

"Isn't today the twenty-fourth..."

"I came back as scheduled...I didn't go beyond the approximate time of the leave..."

Decorah shrank back, a little scared.

Dumbledore rolled his eyes in anger, and he wanted to strangle Decorah to death.

God knows how annoying it is for these students to stop him and ask questions every day.

If you have anything to do, just ask the professors if Decorah is back.

As soon as the professors heard Decorah's name, they avoided the students who spoke.

"But you're talking roughly!"

"You can't get stuck on words! You either come back soon! Or come back in the middle!"

“What do you mean you’re stuck coming back on the last day?!”

"Don't you want to go back to Hogwarts so much?"

"Can you think about how much the students miss you! How much the teachers miss you!"

"I worry and miss you so much!"

Dumbledore's tone was excited, spittle flew everywhere, and he became more and more excited as he spoke.

Those who didn’t know, thought it was true.

As he spoke, he immediately believed his own lies.

Being questioned and shouted at all this time.

Decorah didn't feel indifferent and wanted to quibble.

Without the emotion of fear, he really felt very calm about these feelings, thinking that Dumbledore was being stingy and impatient.

But it's different now.

He just felt that Dumbledore was questioning himself.

And yelled at myself.

Just because those students were not taught classes, they became angry and angry.

As an emotionally complete person.

Decorah was sad and scared. The man in front of him was the most powerful white wizard in the magic world.

If you get angry, will you slap him to death?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Decorah became.

His open gray-blue eyes began to become misty and wet.

Dumbledore's voice stopped abruptly.

He looked at Decorah with a confused look on his face, his eyes filled with tears and about to burst into tears.

He examined his tone blankly.

There seems to be no problem...

The point is, he always talks to Decorah in this tone sometimes...