HP: Slytherin disguise

There was a knock on the office door.

Decorah walked over and slowly opened the door, leaving a gap that could only fit his arm.

It's Dumbledore.

Standing outside the door was Dumbledore with a serious and melancholy face.

Beside him, there seemed to be others.

Decorah didn't turn aside to let him in, just looked at him.

His face was full of caution and indifference.

"Open the door, Decorah."

"I and…"

"I have something to talk to your cousin here."

"It's Sirius...you should know, Harry has told you, right?"

"He is innocent...the only one who is really guilty is Peter Pettigrew..."

Dumbledore saw Decorah's wariness and resistance.

The originally tired voice suddenly became gentle, and his tone was particularly good.

There were some urgent footsteps beside him.

Decorah still didn't make any move. His eyes wandered and he said, "If you have anything to say, just say it outside."

"Besides, I don't have any cousins."

He didn't want to get involved, and he didn't want to pay attention.

Voldemort is resurrected, so Dumbledore will definitely put the heavy responsibility on him.

Once Harry found out, he would probably be driven into a panic.

Thus telling something that Dumbledore didn't know.

"It's me, De...Decora."

A hoarse voice came, and when he said his Christian name, he was extremely unfamiliar and a little hesitant.

"Voldemort is resurrected, Harry has told us."

"These are all confirmed!"

"Let's talk, okay?"

"Do you remember that you are a member of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Dumbledore spoke softly.

Taking a deep breath, Decorah could only open the door.

Watching Dumbledore walk in quickly.

Then there was a slovenly middle-aged man. His black curly hair was disheveled and messy. There was a beard, dust and stains on his face. He was wearing an Azkaban prison uniform with no visible color. Wearing a coat.

It was Sirius Black, the cousin of Decorah's mother Narcissa, his cousin.

After letting both of them in, Decorah closed the door.

Dumbledore very skillfully came to sit on the chair behind the desk, and stretched out his hand to motion for Sirius to sit down as well.

Sirius, who nodded and looked around, sat down on a chair in front of the desk.

Then he clasped his hands and put them on the desk, a little nervously.

His eyes looked at Decorah from time to time.

I want to say something, but I can't.

"what do you want to do?"

Decorah's fair face showed an irritated expression, as if he was very impatient.

"Do you remember those spells I taught you?"

"Use them to protect Harry, okay?"

"You don't need to do anything else, as long as you protect Harry! Make sure he doesn't get hurt!"

Dumbledore's face was serious and solicitous.

It was not a unilateral request for Decorah, but an inquiry.

Decorah thought that Dumbledore would dump something big on him, but he never expected that it would be a task to protect Harry.

this is very simple!

It's so simple that it's nothing.

After all, Harry wasn't going to die.

A bright smile instantly appeared on his face. Decorah poked his little hand and said, "You should have told me earlier!"

"I thought something terrible had happened."

"Isn't it just to protect Harry..."

"Of course you can, but the premise is that you can't tell him about this relationship between us!"

"You can't tell him that I'm a member of the Order of the Phoenix!"

"It has something to do with these messy plans!"

"I'm afraid he's worried about me...um..."

With his eyes open and telling lies, Decorah naturally couldn't let Harry know his identity next to Dumbledore.

He also couldn't let him know that he was related to the organization that resisted Voldemort.

Otherwise, he would be an undercover agent.

"Hey hey hey-"

"Want some cookies?"

Decorah, whose face changed like a page in a book, dug out a plate of sandwich cookies from the cabinet.

Put it on your desk.

He looked at the two of them with a bright smile.

Sirius was stunned, but seemed to think there was nothing wrong.

after all…

Thinking of the past few months, in the form of a dog, I had been staring at Decorah every day in Hogsmeade Village, asking for food.

It seems that he already knows what kind of person Decorah is.

Dumbledore laughed helplessly, and his suppressed mood finally relaxed.

"Can you advise Fudge? He has been completely silent for more than ten years."

Dumbledore has noticed that the relationship between the two is not simple.

Naturally, we cannot let go of this relationship.

Gotta make use of it.

Nodding, Decorah did not refuse on the surface: "Of course, I will persuade Uncle Fudge!"

click-

The sound of biting biscuits was heard, and the two turned to look.

Then he saw Sirius, already devouring the plate of biscuits.

This eating appearance made Decorah feel inexplicably familiar.

But for a moment, I didn’t think of anyone I resembled.

Dumbledore quickly raised his hand and snatched a few biscuits. Without reaching out, he couldn't eat any of them.

"Your cousin...um..."

Dumbledore gestured softly and felt a little embarrassed.

Sitting up quickly, Sirius smiled at Decorah.

There are still cookie crumbs stuck between the teeth.

"I am your mother's cousin. How are Lucius and Narcissa doing in recent years?"

"Ah...you can just call me cousin..."

He seemed to have learned something from Dumbledore.

No ill will towards Lucius and Narcissa.

On the contrary, I was very pleased and kind.

Looking Sirius up and down, Decorah had a faint smile on his face.

"My parents are doing fine."

"Well, cousin..."

Hearing Decorah address him, Sirius quickly nodded in agreement, put the last biscuit into his mouth, and chewed it quickly.

Before they could continue talking about anything.

There was a knock on the door again, and the three of them looked at the door in confusion.

Sirius stood up quickly, a little wary.

At Dumbledore's signal, he transformed directly into a slovenly big black dog.

With an increasingly confused expression, Decorah stared at the big black dog and almost lost his breath.

No wonder it's so familiar!

Isn't this the big black dog that squats at the entrance to Hogsmeade every week? !

Although confused, Decorah walked to the door.

Opened the door a crack.

"Good morning, Decorah."

"How about working at the Ministry of Magic during the holidays?"

"With Percy, you happen to know each other, and who are your colleagues!"

Standing outside the door was Fudge, wearing a light-colored striped suit and holding a dark green hat.

Decorah's expression froze.

He was sure that Dumbledore had heard Fudge's words!

Things that really should be exposed should be exposed...

He has joined the Ministry of Magic and is the Director of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic's Legal Enforcement Department. He can't hide it today...