HP: Slytherin disguise

"Exactly the same."

"At first we thought it was a coincidence and didn't pay much attention to it, but we still asked Ron to ask Mr. Weasley if the dark wizard had any eye-catching tattoos on his hands."

"There has been no reply from Mr. Weasley for months."

"He was very busy and didn't have time to read the letter."

"It wasn't until shortly before the start of the third project that Mr. Weasley came to Hogwarts. Ron remembered it and went to ask."

"Mr. Weasley said yes. He vaguely remembered there were some red lines."

"Although he said he might have seen it wrong."

"But this is too much of a coincidence to be a mistake."

"Besides...the heights are too similar..."

"You weren't here that afternoon when the third project started."

"From that moment on, I knew it was a conspiracy."

"You saw the temptation in the morning."

"We all know it."

"You didn't hide it, and you didn't deliberately hide it."

"Those dark wizards who gathered to make trouble and killed innocent Muggle families and Ministry of Magic staff, you played the role of the leader, right?"

"Did you burn down the stadium?"

"Did you launch that terrifying mark?"

"You also killed people?"

The tone became more and more excited, and Harry's hands were shaking, as if he didn't even want to say it.

Not willing to admit or question.

But he must ask clearly, he must know this!

With his eyes wandering, Decorah clenched his left hand tightly and slowly rubbed his knuckles against the ground.

Only in this way can the tension in his heart be relieved.

His hands were so hard that the fingertips turned white, and the knuckles used to rub the ground were broken. Blood seeped out, mixed with the dust on the ground, and continued to rub back and forth on the floor.

"Why do you think so?"

Decorah didn't deny it directly, he didn't want to lie at all, this was just for Harry.

What's the point?

Does it mean anything to know whether he was the one who set the fire and caused the chaos?

Looking at Decorah blankly, Harry suddenly felt strange.

This was completely opposite to the sunny and innocent boy in his impression.

It seems that somewhere quietly.

Everything has changed.

"You obviously don't have to admit it..."

"Why…"

Harry opened his mouth and murmured softly in disbelief.

He felt tortured and uncomfortable.

It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be like this...

"Professor Dumbledore, he trusts you! He regards you as his junior!"

"in the end…"

Harry scratched his head hard and couldn't say anything anymore.

He could only vent his anger and beat himself on the head.

"Don't be a Death Eater, okay..."

"How about staying away from Voldemort..."

Harry suddenly hugged Decorah hard and said in a trembling voice: "I don't want you to look at me coldly!"

"I don't want you to stand across from everyone!"

"You will die...it is very dangerous..."

"I dare not tell Professor Dumbledore, I dare not tell others what happened that day..."

"I blame Wormtail for Cedric's death and Voldemort's resurrection!"

"No one knows!"

"No one knows what happened!"

"Let's just pretend nothing happened... okay?"

The arm holding Decorah gradually tightened, and Harry seemed to be afraid of losing something.

He is even willing to forget everything.

"What makes you think this is going to be fatal or dangerous?"

"What makes you think that I am willing to leave my master?"

"He can lead everything and is destined to rectify the entire magical world and achieve a common goal."

Decorah's eyes trembled for a moment, and then he became firm, with a cold expression on his face.

"He is not your master!"

"You are obviously so good! You are obviously so powerful, Decorah!"

"Why should you follow those dark wizards!"

"Professor Dumbledore is the greatest wizard! He is the leader we deserve to respect and follow!"

Harry grabbed Decorah's shoulders and shook her hard.

It seemed like it wanted to shake him awake.

"Professor Dumbledore told me that he is the white wizard you admire most!"

"He's proud of it!"

"You can't let down Professor Dumbledore's respect!"

"Do you know how big an impact this will have?"

"Almost half of the wizards in the entire magical world like you! They are always paying attention to your information and events!"

"They like this excellent prefect and professor!"

"Once you side with the Death Eaters..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Decorah pushed him to the ground violently, stood up and stared at him coldly.

It's like looking at a stranger.

Harry was right. Although Decorah didn't pay much attention to the outside world, he was still very aware of his influence.

Just like Lockhart, he has countless fans and people who like him.

Especially the ladies, when they have something to do at home, they will look through the Daily Prophet that they have kept about Decorah.

They have no resistance to a child with platinum blond hair, delicate appearance, cute appearance, cheerful and gentle personality, not to mention that Decorah is so outstanding.

Most people started paying attention to Decorah when he was in first grade.

In a blink of an eye, it was close to five years.

Decorah's excellent and cheerful image has been imprinted in their hearts.

Coupled with the fact that Decorah is getting better and better, promoting the relationship between bloodlines and reducing discrimination, almost no one dislikes him.

Even if you don't like it, you still have a good impression.

Therefore, once the news of Voldemort's resurrection spreads throughout the wizarding world, panic and riots will inevitably occur.

If at this time, Decorah's identity as a Death Eater was revealed to the public.

Then.

The real riots and panic have just begun.

When the time comes, there will definitely be a large number of wizards joining Voldemort's command and following him blindly.

So Harry was very embarrassed and troubled.

He didn't even dare to tell Hermione and Ron, he was afraid that the matter would spread and be leaked...

But Decorah didn't have that much thought.

He shook his sore left hand and said coldly: "Who told you that Dumbledore is the greatest wizard?"

Sitting paralyzed on the ground, Harry looked up, trying hard to see whether the indifference in Decorah's eyes was true or false.

But he can't see clearly...can't see clearly at all...

"The greatest wizard is the Master, who will..."

Decorah's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and his tone became excited.

But this time, Harry didn't wait for him to finish.

He stood up instantly, pushed him back hard, and shouted angrily: "No!"

"He's not! Professor Dumbledore is!"

"You're absolutely obsessed!"

"Can you wake up! Decorah!"

"this is not you…"

"This is not you at all! This is not who you are!"

"You are the one who is radiant and carefree!"

"Wake up, Decorah!"