HP: Slytherin disguise

He really didn't know who to help, so he could only watch the scene in front of him, watching Fudge accuse Harry, and watching Ron and Hermione glare at Fudge angrily.

Until, Madam Pomfrey came over.

"I guess I have to tell you..."

"Professor Decorah's mental state is unstable. He is now in a state of excitement and can go berserk at any time."

"Before this, he seemed to have had mental problems."

"I don't know exactly what went wrong, but it's certainly serious."

"But I have no potion to appease this aspect of the soul."

"There is no way."

"We'll have to ask Professor Snape to take a look."

Madam Pomfrey's voice was low, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear her.

Dumbledore frowned deeply.

It seems that I didn't expect that there would be such a problem.

"Mental problems, what does this mean?"

"Why is this happening?"

He didn't quite believe that Decorah would have mental problems. This was too much.

What kind of person is Decorah and what kind of strength he has.

Dumbledore knew it all, and he didn't even notice that Decorah had a mental problem. He had always been fine.

He wondered if Detective Madam Pomfrey was wrong.

Sensing Dumbledore's disbelief, Ms. Pomfrey took a deep breath and whispered: "His spirit has always been in a state of tension, guarding against the outside world."

"With that, there's also mental trauma."

"I can feel that his soul has also been hurt."

"It should have appeared a few months ago."

"But it seems that because of something suppressed, it has never relapsed."

"But now, his mood swings are too great, irritating his nerves, so this state will relapse."

Although what Madam Pomfrey said was unclear.

But Dumbledore understood.

He walked quickly to the bedside with a serious look on his face, Madam Pomfrey following closely behind.

"Minerva, go and call Severus over."

Dumbledore spoke up.

Professor McGonagall stood up in confusion, but seeing Dumbledore's serious face, she nodded, walked around the two of them, opened the door and left the infirmary.

Dumbledore sat in the chair next to the hospital bed.

He reached out and placed it on the wrist of Decorah's right hand, pressing it firmly with his fingertips.

White fluorescence flashed from his fingertips into Decorah's wrist.

Before Dumbledore could close his eyes to feel it, the white fluorescence dissipated in Decorah's wrist, as if it suddenly disappeared.

The frown on his face deepened, and Dumbledore tried to use magic to search Decorah's body again.

But no matter what, it just can’t be queried.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Decorah?"

Fudge caught all their whispers, stood up eagerly, and stared at Dumbledore.

Ron touched Hermione and motioned for her to look up.

Harry wiped the water off his face with a towel and looked over with wandering eyes, his hands trembling slightly.

It seems that he is regretting or feeling upset about something.

Dumbledore was startled. He opened his eyes and looked at Fudge and said, "I remember that he went to the Ministry of Magic during his leave, right?"

After being stunned for a moment, Fudge nodded quickly.

Then he recalled: "Yes! I came back on February 3rd."

"During this period, I have been with him."

"There is no problem!"

Judging from what Dumbledore meant, it seemed that something happened during this period.

But Fudge was sure that there would be no problem at all during this period.

"Then do you know where he went in January?"

"Or was there something wrong when you saw him?"

"Think carefully!"

Dumbledore withdrew his hand, and his mood suddenly became a mess.

Voldemort's resurrection was already enough to worry about, but now Decorah had another problem.

The key is that this problem is very serious.

It can even affect Decorah's future mental state.

After frowning and thinking carefully, Fudge hesitated and said: "I don't know this, but Decorah has been clinging to me since he came back, and he seems to be a little insecure."

"And he still has bruises on his face and on his hands."

"I asked Decorah and he said he fell."

"But later on, this uneasiness gradually disappeared, and Decorah's mood became better and better."

"Before this, he had a bit of a bad temper."

"But he never gets angry at me. He only throws himself into my arms after losing his temper..."

As he spoke, Fudge went off topic more and more.

A smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Needless to say, I think it's been determined that there is a problem."

Dumbledore quickly stopped Fudge from continuing.

He stood up and pressed his fingertips on Decorah's temple.

Then close your eyes and feel it carefully.

Frowning his brows, Decorah, who was in a coma, whimpered uneasily and began to sweat on his forehead.

His face became increasingly pale.

Dumbledore quickly retracted his hand and comforted Decorah softly.

"What happened?!"

Fudge was extremely anxious. He was angry that Dumbledore was being suspicious and would not tell him.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, just about to speak.

The door to the infirmary was pushed open forcefully.

Followed by.

A black figure appeared and quickly came to the bedside. The black robe fluttered because of his movements.

It's Snape.

Professor McGonagall came in next.

Her hands were clasped together tightly, feeling extremely uneasy and panicked.

Dumbledore quickly stood up and pulled the chair away.

Make room for Snape.

Professor McGonagall took the opportunity to walk over and asked anxiously.

She didn't know what was going on, but she was sure it had something to do with Decorah.

And the matter is serious.

The three Harrys, who had been ignored from beginning to end, also began to become uneasy.

They sat on the hospital bed next to them, looking panicked.

Maybe they also realized that things were not simple.

Ron and Hermione held Harry's arms tightly, as if they were afraid that something would happen.

Even though his arm hurt from being scratched, Harry had no time to care.

He stared blankly through Fudge's back to see Decorah lying on the hospital bed.

Do you regret taking action?

certainly…

But he also hated Decorah for hurting him with words without mercy...

But he hated Voldemort even more!

Harry regretted it when he saw the solemn faces of Dumbledore and the others.

Thinking back to the first time the two met, to the current fight.

Everything is like a dream.

It was like having a beautiful dream, a dream that suddenly shattered.

Snape didn't care about other people at all. He used his hands with a gloomy face to test Decorah's spirit.

Finally, he used the wand directly.

Pull out a trace of black smoke from Decorah's temple.

"What are you doing!"

"crazy!"

Fudge's eyes widened, he screamed, drew out his wand and attacked Snape.

Dumbledore also looked shocked.

But he still used his wand to stop Fudge's attack.