HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah rested his arms on his arms and lay on the table tiredly. Decorah's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

If it weren't for the fact that my head was still tingling.

He had long since fallen asleep.

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore signaled the dinner to begin.

Everyone lowered their heads and ate the food in front of them with little interest.

No one had any appetite to eat.

They were still in a sad, panicked state.

Cedric's death and Voldemort's return made them feel depressed and gloomy.

"Why, does your head hurt again?"

came a soft, kind voice.

Decorah opened her eyes and stared at Dumbledore, who appeared next to him at some unknown moment.

"Um…"

Nodding, Decorah didn't have the energy to say anything more.

Dumbledore raised his hand, touched his forehead, bent down and whispered softly: "I'll take you home first."

"No need to wait for tomorrow."

Frowning in discomfort, Decorah muttered: "It's too troublesome..."

"I'll go back by myself tomorrow..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore smiled kindly and patted his head.

"Let's go, it's just a matter of apparating."

"I heard Fudge say that Lucius and your mother are not at home, and I don't know if they are there now."

Slowly sitting up, Decorah waited for a while before getting up.

He stumbled and almost fell.

Fortunately, he was supported by Dumbledore who was well prepared.

The auditorium was a little noisy, with students discussing in low voices the return of Voldemort.

Decorah only felt his head hurt from the noise.

He followed Dumbledore as he left the Great Hall, passed through the foyer and the front door, and then left the castle.

Because you don’t need to bring anything.

Decorah had no luggage at all, so he didn’t need to prepare anything if he wanted to leave.

Dumbledore was always paying attention to Decorah's condition.

Finally, put your hands on his shoulders.

In the auditorium, Harry, who witnessed the two people leaving, had a look of disappointment on his face.

He originally planned to do it on the last day.

Apologize to Decorah.

Then get back together, go back to the past, and continue the friendship from before.

But it seems…

late.

Maybe this delay will last a lifetime...

Looking at Harry who was stunned, Ron and Hermione shook their heads helplessly. There was nothing they could do.

In fact, Harry's guilt was already spreading.

At the same time, the two of them were also uneasy and worried that Decorah might be a Death Eater...

Left Hogwarts.

Dumbledore directly took Decorah to apparate, and after several consecutive times, they arrived outside Malfoy Manor.

The familiar decorations and scenes are the same as before.

The peacock inside was still walking around slowly.

The manor, which had been cast under a Muggle shielding spell, was located in a quiet mining field, surrounded by roads and paths, as well as forests and lakes.

This is indeed an excellent place.

"Want to go in and sit down? Principal Dumbledore..."

Although Decorah was groggy, he still said politely.

"Okay!"

Dumbledore nodded and agreed without any hesitation.

The two walked into the manor together.

It was late and dark, but the peacocks were shining white.

Especially after seeing Decorah.

The peacocks fled away in all directions, as if they would die if they ran too slowly.

Although the hall is brightly lit.

But extremely quiet.

Several house elves came to the two of them as quickly as possible.

"Good evening, young master!"

"Master and the others are not here."

"Is there anything we need to do?"

an elf shrieked.

He looked at the smiling Dumbledore with vigilance.

"Two cups of tea."

Decorah sat tiredly on the sofa in the living room.

"Okay young master!"

Several house elves disappeared in an instant and went to work in the kitchen.

Dumbledore followed and sat down.

With a smile on his face, he said: "Actually, I also think you should go work at the Ministry of Magic during the holidays."

"After Voldemort is resurrected, he should immediately eliminate the Death Eaters and family who betrayed him."

"He will definitely think of the Malfoy family."

"Besides, your father no longer obeys him."

"For safety's sake, it's better to stay at the Ministry of Magic."

"If you don't suggest it..."

"It's okay to stay at Hogwarts!"

"I am here!"

"No one can affect your safety!"

"Although you are very powerful, you are no match for Voldemort."

Dumbledore said as he took out a piece of lemon ice cream from his pocket.

Then he started eating on his own.

"Forget it, I'd better go to the Ministry of Magic..."

Decorah leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes, and her voice was extremely dull.

He didn't want to be with Dumbledore.

That's even more unsafe!

It's better to stay with Voldemort and be safer...

He didn't dare to go back to the Alliance headquarters. It was engraved in his bones that he didn't dare to go back, and he didn't want to meet Grindelwald.

Although Grindelwald has only two years left, he will not return to Alliance headquarters.

But he was afraid that the shadow could not be eliminated.

As for Hogwarts, he didn't want to stay for a moment, especially next to Dumbledore.

It was simply torturous and dangerous.

If Dumbledore discovers any clues, he will be in danger.

So sift and sift.

Voldemort is still safe and reliable!

With Voldemort here, who dares to touch him? Unless it's Voldemort himself.

Decorah's current strength is in a very strange position.

There was no way he could compete with top wizards like Dumbledore, but he could crush almost everyone below this wizard.

Strong, but not strong enough.

"Then I'll leave it to you Harry, although I don't know why you two fought last time..."

"But I believe your friendship is strong!"

"Hagrid and I have already enlightened him!"

After Dumbledore finished his lemon ice cream, he picked up the tea brought by the house elf.

Then he drank slowly.

"Well...I'll pay attention..."

Decorah raised his hand uncomfortably and pressed his temples.

Turning his head, the smiling expression on Dumbledore's face faded.

He put down the teacup and held Decorah in his arms.

Then he gently touched his head, comforting Decorah who had a headache and felt uncomfortable.

"I don't know why your spirit is like this though."

"But I respect your choice."

"Everyone has a secret, and you have the right not to tell others."

"Soul tranquilizer..."

"Drink less, you know the side effects."

"Just endure the pain for a while..."

As he softly comforted Decorah, Dumbledore's eyes behind his half-moon glasses were filled with kindness and gentleness.

Slowly shrinking into Dumbledore's arms.

Decorah's delicate face became paler and a thin layer of sweat began to form on his forehead.

"It won't hurt after a while..."

Dumbledore gently stroked the top of his head with his hand, his voice extremely gentle.

He looked even more miserable than Decorah.

"It's been hurting all afternoon...it hurts all the time..." Decorah buried her face in Dumbledore's chest, her voice trembling.

Holding the person in his arms tightly, Dumbledore felt powerless for the first time.

He couldn't stop Decorah's pain.

Except for soul tranquilizers.

Because this is not a simple headache, but the soul is hurting and the spirit is torn.

So there is nothing we can do.

Soul tranquilizers cannot be taken all the time, as this will completely accelerate the condition.

So sometimes...

It hurts... I can only endure it!