HP: Slytherin disguise

"It's a waste of effort and you end up having to take soul tranquilizers."

Snape was holding a bottle of black potion, with a cold and irritable expression on his face.

Dumbledore sat tiredly beside the hospital bed.

The whole figure seemed to have aged instantly, without the vitality of the past.

"Speak less, Severus."

Professor McGonagall gently touched Decorah's face with her hand.

The exhaustion and weakness on her face were very strong.

One month.

Everyone is trying hard to find a way, but they are defeated by the reality.

There is no way or possibility of treatment.

Suddenly, things got messy.

It's also extremely serious.

After investigating for so long, they didn't even know where Decorah had been in January.

It's even more impossible to guess what happened.

"Okay, if you don't take it, he will wake up!"

Snape said impatiently, then squeezed over and opened the potion.

Then he reached out and pinched Decorah's chin.

Pour the black potion into it.

"Soul tranquilizer is really troublesome and dangerous to refine."

“Materials are also difficult to find.”

"I've almost forgotten how to refine it."

"When Decorah wakes up, I have to teach him how to refine it."

"This way, we don't have to worry about it."

The tone was dull. At this time, Snape still had the heart to talk about these material issues.

He even thought about teaching Decorah.

The method of refining the soul tranquilizer.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but chuckle, and shook his head helplessly.

In fact, he has a method, but this method is very dangerous...

Very advanced…

Dumbledore would never use it unless absolutely necessary.

unless…

Dumbledore's eyes flickered and he fell into deep thought.

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth and turned her head to the side, not looking.

In addition to them, there were four Ministry of Magic staff not far away who were always watching.

Monitor their every move.

After filling a bottle of potion.

Snape put the medicine bottle aside with trembling hands, and then wiped the corners of his mouth that were stained with the medicine.

"Don't be so sad, he can't die."

He glanced at Professor McGonagall and said in a low voice.

Then he staggered his body.

Professor McGonagall turned around and held Decorah's hand sadly, her eyes red.

Those who didn’t know thought that someone was really going to die.

Before Professor McGonagall could say anything.

Decorah, who had been in a coma for more than a month, started coughing.

Then, he sat up directly.

Then he looked around with a panicked expression, trying to find something.

"How are you feeling? Decorah."

Professor McGonagall instantly covered up the sadness on her face and smiled.

Turning around, the moment he saw someone next to him.

Decorah shrank back in fright, then held his head with his hands, a look of pain on his face.

He thought about Grindelwald, and how in that cold stone room, he was kicked to the ground again and again, his ankles were trampled off, his wounds were torn apart repeatedly, and he was pressed to his knees over and over again...

All of this kept replaying in his mind.

It’s as clear as the next day!

It’s vivid in my mind!

I have obviously forgotten it, but I repeat it countless times in my dreams.

Until he wakes up.

Decorah didn't know how many times he had repeated this long dream.

But he clearly felt the helpless fear.

and boundless malice.

These things seemed to be forcibly stimulating him, not wanting him to be at peace.

Decorah murmured softly, and her body trembled slightly.

"Decora!"

Dumbledore noticed something strange immediately, rushed over, and held Decorah in his arms.

"What's wrong, Decorah?"

He asked softly, clearly feeling Decorah's trembling body.

Professor McGonagall stood up instantly, with a look of disbelief on her face.

She looked at Snape, speechless.

Snape's eyes were dark, and his tone was weak and irritable: "I have been advising you to give him a soul tranquilizer earlier."

"Within one month of forced coma."

"A divided soul will automatically and repeatedly recall things that it wants to forget."

"It was like having a long, torturous dream."

"The things a person wants to forget are often sad or scary things."

"So it's normal to overreact."

After speaking, he stopped talking.

Professor McGonagall was a little confused. Snape didn't tell them!

If she knew, she would definitely think twice before choosing which side to support!

Dumbledore, who was holding Decorah tightly, could barely hear a few of his murmurs.

"I was wrong…"

"Will do…"

"I'll be good..."

These few sentences are intermittent, making people confused.

Dumbledore had no time to think about what these words meant.

He kept comforting Decorah softly, trying to make him forget these things.

Complex emotions arose in my heart.

Dumbledore found that he felt distressed.

He didn't know why Decorah was so panicked and scared, but he knew he was anxious.

To him, Decorah is so good.

Just a child...

The last day of vacation.

That is, the leaving party.

Inside the auditorium.

Gone are the usual decorations, where the auditorium used to be decked out in the colors of the winning house.

But tonight.

There is a black curtain hanging on the wall behind the staff desk.

Here are the tributes to Cedric.

Respect for the deceased.

High respect for this young man who died in the Triwizard Tournament.

The real Mad-Eye Moody sat at the staff table.

A look of caution.

Whenever anyone spoke to him, he would jump with surprise.

after all.

For ten months, he had been locked in a box.

This naturally aggravated his fear of being attacked by others.

All the students sat quietly at the long table in their courtyard, with expressions of silence and sadness on their faces.

Especially Hufflepuff students.

They looked at the solemn and devoid of other colors in the auditorium and almost cried.

No one is smiling.

Even Fred and George.

The students in Slytherin House were not in a bad mood, and everyone had a dull look on their faces.

Cedric's death had a great impact on the entire Hogwarts.

He is an excellent prefect, student, and seeker!

He is the proud student of Hufflepuff House.

Also a Hogwarts warrior.

Even if there is any discord between the colleges, they cannot laugh at each other on this matter.

The saddest thing was Qiu, whose tears never stopped from beginning to end.

Lily kept hugging her and kept whispering comfort.

The head of Hufflepuff House, Professor Sprout, also looked sad and sad.

The entire auditorium was silent in sadness at this moment.

Everyone lowered their heads without saying a word.

There seemed to be a moment of silence for Cedric, no one spoke or looked up.

Although this is the last day, we have a holiday tomorrow.

But no student was happy.