HP: Slytherin disguise

There was a red light in his eyes.

A faint blood mist enveloped him.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and then dripped on the ground. The pungent smell of blood was very tempting to Decorah.

Until all the bright red blood was sucked away.

Only dark red blood was left.

Push down Weihai, which has lost its vitality.

Decorah raised her head with a face full of enjoyment, and licked her blood-covered lips with her tongue.

A burning sensation came from his back.

Then spread throughout his body.

Unparalleled power instantly filled his heart.

That obviously increases magic and strength.

Decorah was obsessed with it.

?While the dragon was sucking it himself, he did not forget to give him powerful and pure power in return.

And these powers are extremely powerful.

There are no side effects at all.

Slowly kneeling on the ground, Decorah licked the blood from his fingertips clean as if possessed.

His eyes were filled with desire and madness.

"Hahaha…"

"strength…"

"Soul...blood..."

Looking down at her hands, Decorah almost went crazy.

What a powerful, wonderful force!

This is what he wants!

?What the dragon wants is soul and blood, and what he wants is great power.

It's a match made in heaven!

After feeling Decorah's thoughts, the dragon turned over.

It was the first time I had a mental interaction with him.

That is a strong desire and desire!

Even urgent!

Desperately wanting to suck souls and blood!

For this reason, its thoughts are particularly strong, and it also affects Decorah's thoughts.

Looking at Weihai's brown eyes losing their light.

Decorah raised her hand and slowly closed his eyes.

He stood up and took a few steps back.

There was no one around, and no one saw what was happening here.

After turning around and leaving the garden, Decorah used the wand to clean himself up.

Then he apparated without looking back.

Left the town of Longwell.

The first thing Decorah did when he returned to the Ministry of Magic was to notify several Ministry of Magic special personnel to go to the town of Longwell to collect the body.

He gave a reasonable explanation.

That is when he went to Weihai and discovered the fact that he had been killed.

Almost instantly.

Several Auror members also went to the small town of Longwell.

Together with the task force, they examined the body.

When they discovered that the body had lost its soul, they thought of the Soul Eater!

After all, the Soul Eater escaped just a few days ago.

And Weihai's death was also due to the loss of his soul!

That must be caused by the Soul Eater!

As for the bloody bite marks on the neck, they had no reasonable explanation.

In order to close the case as soon as possible, they directly pinned the death penalty on the Soul Eater.

Among them, Decorah's deliberate suppression is indispensable.

and urging and anxiousness.

As a friend of Weihai, it is normal for Decola to be anxious and angry.

It's only natural to urge them to find the murderer.

But the time given to them is simply pitiful.

In order to save their jobs and give Decorah an explanation, they didn't dare to talk too much about the wound.

Only the disappearance of the soul is mentioned.

This crime was naturally placed on the Soul Eater.

Decorah also pretended to praise them and thanked them for finding the murderer.

These privileged people and those few Aurors who couldn't turn back.

I can only accept this thanks and praise.

Keep this matter in your heart.

Don't dare to speak out.

On the third day after Decorah came back, he was already looking for his next target.

What a pity? Dragons are too picky.

There are no suitable candidates at all, and even if there are, they are all high-level officials of the Ministry of Magic, or members of the Alliance's core party who have infiltrated the Ministry of Magic.

These people are temporarily unable to move.

He could only keep searching.

?Long was particularly eager and irritable, constantly conveying his strong desires to Decorah.

Decorah was impatient, after all he was the same as Dragon.

I also want to get the power I want.

August 12th.

News of Harry's early trial spread throughout the Ministry of Magic.

All the officials who needed to be present stood up.

Rush to the trial room on the tenth floor.

This is a large hall with walls cut out of black stone. The light from the torches is very dim and eerie.

On both sides of the entrance, there are rows of empty stools that gradually rise up.

At the front, figures were already sitting on the tallest stools.

The chair in the center stands out.

It is used to judge prisoners.

When Decorah came in, she didn't even have a chance to look carefully, so she was waved over by Fudge, who was sitting on a row of stools in front and in the middle.

To Fudge's left.

Sitting there was a witch with a broad build, a square chin, and short gray hair. She wore a monocle. She was none other than Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement.

"Sit here, Decorah."

"If you still feel uncomfortable, lean on my shoulder."

Fudge raised his hand and rubbed the top of Decorah's head.

Nodding obediently, Decorah sat down on his right side.

In addition to them, there are many officials wearing purple-red robes with a delicate 'W' tattooed on their left chest.

Percy was sitting at the very edge of the front row.

He held parchment and quill in his hands, his face full of solemnity and seriousness.

The scene became quiet.

A figure hurried in, with a nervous and eager look on his face.

It's Harry.

He was wearing clean jeans and a shirt. He had grown a lot taller and matured a lot.

After all, he is fifteen years old.

"you are late."

Fudge spoke coldly, without giving Harry a chance to explain, and continued: "Sit down."

Harry opened his mouth and could only walk to the chair in the middle and sit down.

He raised his head nervously and looked at the people sitting in the front row.

Pupils dilated, Harry looked at Decorah sitting next to Fudge with some disbelief!

Since it's Decorah!

Harry never expected that Decorah would be here!

Will be in the courtroom!

Will sit next to Fudge!

In fact, he had already heard Mr. Weasley mention that Decorah now works in the Ministry of Magic.

is the Superintendent of the Law Enforcement Division.

But only when he saw it with his own eyes would he be shocked and in disbelief.

Is Decorah supporting Fudge?

But he's a Death Eater...

Could it be that Decorah did it on purpose just to convince Fudge that Voldemort was not resurrected?

What does Decorah want to do, what is his purpose...

Countless thoughts were spinning in his mind.

"Good, the defendant is finally here, let's get started!"

"are you ready?"

Fudge turned his head and shouted to Percy on the far side.

Percy nodded quickly and responded loudly: "Yes, sir!"

"Judgment of August 12,"

Fuji's voice was as loud as a bell.

Percy quickly held the quill and recorded on the parchment.

"Trial of the case against Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Minors and the International Statute of Secrecy."