HP: Slytherin disguise

Just when everyone was in deep pain.

A person walked in outside the auditorium.

The sound of gentle footsteps is not loud.

But in the extremely quiet auditorium, it was infinitely magnified.

Everyone looked up and looked over.

It's Decorah.

Decorah had been missing for more than a month and only appeared at the leaving dinner at the end of the semester.

His long platinum hair had lost its luster.

It started to turn white, and it seemed like it would turn white soon.

In particular, his face was extremely pale, extremely weak and haggard, and his gray-blue eyes had lost their luster, and were instead gray and lifeless.

His whole person seemed to have changed his temperament.

After entering, Decorah's eyes wandered, and finally he walked directly around the long table in Gryffindor House.

Then he walked towards the long table in Slytherin House.

Finally sat down in his place.

During the entire process, he never looked at anyone else, he only had the target location in his eyes.

After sitting down, Decorah's eyes became trance-like.

Put your hands on the long table and cross them tightly.

He stared down at the table in front of him.

Everyone withdrew their gazes and did not think much, but continued to meditate.

The moment Harry saw Decorah.

He wanted to get up, but was held down by Hermione and Ron in time.

"What are you doing!"

"Get up at this time, you are crazy!"

Ron scolded Harry in a low voice while holding him tightly with his hands, fearing that Harry would suddenly stand up.

Harry's eyes glazed over, and he nodded before he realized it.

Then he bowed his head and became silent.

Dumbledore looked at Decorah, his expression changed again and again, and finally sighed.

He got up.

The entire auditorium fell silent, and everyone looked at him.

"Another year, it's over."

Dumbledore looked around and whispered, then his eyes fell on the Hufflepuff head table.

The atmosphere at this long table is the most depressing, and every face is the saddest and pale.

"I have something to say to everyone tonight."

“But first I have to say with great sadness that we have lost a great student who should have been sitting here!”

"Enjoy this dinner with us."

"I hope everyone will stand up and raise a glass to pay tribute to Cedric Diggory."

Everyone in the auditorium stood up.

The sound of moving stools was loud.

Somewhat jarring.

In the entire auditorium, only one person was still sitting.

That was Decorah, who had his head lowered and his face was pale, looking extremely uneasy.

This naturally made the students who noticed it look angry.

As a professor, when a student dies, he should take the lead in mourning and mourning.

But Decorah didn't even want to get up!

Not to mention a toast.

"Cedric Diggory."

The uniform, deep voice echoed throughout the auditorium.

Everyone raised a toast.

Qiu cried even more sadly.

Although many students noticed that Decorah did not get up, they also knew that this was not the time to dwell on the matter.

Everyone sat down again.

Harry sat down and stared at Decorah blankly.

Is it...

Decorah feels guilty?

Harry felt a little happy, but soon he felt it was impossible.

But Decorah's state is really unpredictable.

Harry began to deceive himself.

I kept brainwashing myself, thinking that Decorah was guilty.

Hermione, like the other Rongan students, had a sad expression on their faces.

"Cedric embodies all the spirit and physique of Hufflepuff!"

"He is a brave, strong and motivated student!"

"Also a Hufflepuff prefect!"

"He believes in fair play!"

"His death has shocked you all, whether you knew him or not!"

"So I think you have a right to know what's going on."

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

Then he spoke firmly, with a sonorous voice: "Cedric Diggory was killed by Voldemort."

There was an uproar and silence in the auditorium.

Everyone looked at Dumbledore with a solemn and serious face in horror and disbelief.

"The Ministry doesn't want me to tell you this!"

"Some parents of students may be shocked by what I did."

"But you have the right to know the truth!"

"Instead of being hidden!"

"Maybe many of them don't want to believe that Voldemort has been resurrected and is really back."

"Maybe they think I shouldn't tell you about this, after all, you are still so young."

"But I believe it."

"It's better to tell the truth than to lie."

"If I attributed Cedric's death to an accident or to his carelessness, it would be an insult to his image!"

Dumbledore looked around the hall, watching the shock and horror on their faces.

They are all young and green faces.

"There is one other person who must be mentioned when talking about Cedric's death."

"That's Harry Potter."

"He escaped Voldemort's clutches and risked his life to bring Cedric's body back."

"He has shown a determined and courageous spirit in all aspects, a spirit that few wizards can display in the face of Voldemort's coercion, and for this, I pay tribute to him."

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Harry who was stunned.

Raise your own goblet.

Others in the auditorium also raised their goblets to show respect to Harry.

But Harry was in a trance the whole time.

Keep looking at Decorah at the Slytherin table.

Even if everyone stood up again, chanting his name and toasting him just like they had just expressed their respect for Cedric.

He had no time to care.

Finally, Hermione pinched his arm.

This woke him up.

When he found that everyone was standing and toasting to him, he quickly stood up and raised his goblet in return.

Decorah, on the other hand, still had his head lowered, never raising his head or even moving.

There was an aura of uneasiness all over his body.

This feeling is very strong, as if he is in an extremely dangerous place, and something unexpected will happen all the time.

That's why I feel so uneasy.

Everyone sat down again, then turned to look at Dumbledore...

Decorah raised her hand to hold her forehead, feeling dizzy and aching.

He was used to the sting.

After all, since waking up, he has been shocked by the stinging pain all the time, and sometimes the pain can even make him weak and sweat on his forehead.

Uneasiness enveloped him, and when he was in pain, he would think of things he didn't want to think about.

These things surrounded him like a nightmare.

The most painful thing is that the slightest unusual movement will make him frightened.

My heart was beating fast and I was panicking.

Even the sounds of moving stools made him sweat on his forehead and his heart beat faster.

No matter how much he restrained himself, he couldn't eliminate it.

He couldn't hear what Dumbledore was saying, nor what the other students were discussing in alarm.

Decorah only vaguely knew that Dumbledore told everyone.

Voldemort is back.

Then there is a long series of long speeches and motivational topics.