HP: Slytherin disguise

When Decorah woke up, his headache was gone.

To be precise, it doesn't hurt that much anymore.

But the irritability in his heart was not less.

Because as soon as he woke up, the dragon seemed to be hungry, conveying a strong bloodthirsty desire.

Plus, there really is an extremely delicious soul and blood in the office.

?The dragon is already greedy and wants to suck it.

But this man is Dumbledore.

Even if Decorah is irritable and stupid, it is impossible for him to seek death.

"I go first."

He stood up and glanced at Dumbledore, who was studying the candy beans beside him.

When he reached the door, Decorah paused, looked at the door handle and continued: "You have been expelled from the Wizengamot and the International Federation of Wizards."

"Obviously, the students don't quite believe you."

"They believe the words in the Daily Prophet more and think you are losing your mind."

Looking away from the jelly beans.

Dumbledore turned to look at Decorah, who had his back turned to him.

The back figure was a little dazed.

It seems like there is a layer of veil between them.

"is it?"

Dumbledore threw a jelly bean into his mouth with a smile, and his expression changed accordingly.

“Chili flavored…”

He smacked his lips, as if thinking about it.

He didn't pay any attention to Decorah's words.

Placing the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Decorah felt much less irritated.

So how many people believe Dumbledore?

They would just think that he was a confused old lunatic who listened to a petty liar.

The reason why I hate Decorah is because he entered the Ministry of Magic.

During the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two sides, he served as the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic.

This is undoubtedly betrayal and confrontation.

That's why those students turned to hate Decorah.

Hate his actions and choices.

But Decorah wouldn't care at all about this.

He could say it behind his back, but if he said it openly, he would definitely have to show off his excellent fighting skills.

Shu Ling is right, this fighting technique can only be used when you are in a bad mood.

Talent can be brought out.

This is also where the strength of his punches comes from.

Opening the office door, Decorah walked straight out.

"As long as you believe it..."

The moment the door closed, Dumbledore's ethereal voice came through the crack in the door.

Until the office door closes.

Standing outside the door, Decorah looked at the closed door.

How could he not believe it?

After all, he contributed both strength and flesh to Voldemort's resurrection.

Believe it or not.

He believed more than anyone else that Voldemort had been resurrected.

Shaking his head, Decorah walked downstairs in an impetuous mood.

The bell for the end of get out of class could be heard in my ears.

and the sound of students running in the hallways and stairs.

The din of discussion was chaotic.

Decorah was distraught and planned to leave Hogwarts directly.

He had to go to Riddle House first.

Then plan the next step.

Descending the marble stairs, Decorah walked out through the foyer.

On the way to the front door.

Decorah bumped into Harry.

It was already raining heavily outside, and the sky was extremely gloomy.

Harry, on the other hand, looked as if he had just been caught in the rain. He was dripping wet and his hair stuck to his forehead.

Covering up that noticeable scar.

They both stopped and looked at each other.

Compared to the embarrassed Harry.

Decorah, on the other hand, is wearing a neat and clean black suit, with long, platinum-blonde hair that is very smooth.

He exuded an aura of irritation and overlooking.

Staggering her body, Decorah walked directly around Harry and walked out the front door.

"where are you going?"

A hesitant voice sounded.

Decorah turned her head and met Harry's gaze, who had already turned around.

Harry had a look of silence on his face.

After Decorah turned his head, he forced a smile.

Very bitter and helpless.

Decorah suppressed his irritability.

He turned around and walked forward slowly.

Seeing Decorah getting closer, Harry clasped his hands together helplessly.

The whole person froze.

He even held his breath.

Decorah stopped less than half a meter away from Harry.

A slight smile appeared on his delicate face.

The smile was obvious, but full of complexity, making it impossible to tell whether it was kind or malicious, or even more sarcastic.

"Of course I'm going to find the master."

"This year, you are safe."

"I can guess that at least you won't be seriously injured."

"He's just scaring you."

"Don't be so scared."

Decorah raised her white hands, carefully placed Harry's forehead against his, and lifted his wet hair away.

Then, he pressed his forehead with his fingertips.

That lightning-shaped scar.

"That's how he held your scar, right?"

"Does it hurt?"

Looking directly into Harry's eyes, Decorah's expression was gentle, but that gentleness had no warmth.

It's so cold that it chills your heart.

"Voldemort was just humiliating me."

"He did it on purpose."

"I just want to show his subordinates that he is not afraid of me. It's not that I defeated him."

Harry's tone calmed down and he stared at Decorah.

His tense spirit had been liberated.

After saying these words, he felt better about being imprisoned for contradicting Umbridge's words.

With her expression frozen, Decorah frowned and looked at Harry's whole body.

He seemed to be searching for where he could find his confidence.

"You're really...stupid..."

"I hate it the most..."

The voice suddenly became low, and after Decorah was halfway through speaking, he suddenly stopped.

He looked under Harry's increasingly panicked eyes.

He slowly withdrew his hand.

Then he slowly retreated to the front door.

"Goodbye, Mr. Potter!"

"The Boy Who Lived!"

Raising his hand, Decorah's fair face burst into a bright smile, and he shook his hand and said goodbye to Harry.

Finally exited directly through the front door.

Disappeared in the pouring rain.

This word from Potter instantly made Harry's heart freeze, and his body became extremely cold.

He lowered his head in a daze and looked at his empty hands.

Harry thought about the last time Decorah called him that, in first year.

At that time, Decorah's mood suddenly became unstable.

I also said that I hate him.

and so…

Is it the same this time?

But they finally got back together a few years ago.

What about this time?

Will it never be possible to reconcile...

Harry suddenly regretted that he wanted to talk to Decorah.

If you don't speak.

Decorah would not have said those words, said his name, and changed his title.

This means, between two people.

No more involvement.

Raising his hand to touch his scar, Harry looked painfully at the pouring rain outside the front door.

He didn't want Decorah to go find Voldemort.

He didn't want to hear anything Decorah said about Voldemort.

I don't even want to hear Decorah call Voldemort 'Master'.

He had to stop Decorah from finding Voldemort!

Turning around, Harry rushed into the foyer.

He wants to find Dumbledore and ask Dumbledore to prevent Decorah from leaving Hogwarts.

Although it was baffling to Dumbledore.

But he must do it...