HP: Slytherin disguise

In the principal's office.

Decorah sat in that position again, then lowered his head slightly in a daze.

Empty your mind and think about nothing.

He didn't know what Dumbledore was looking for again.

It simply delayed him from giving practical lessons to the sixth grade students.

But deep down, Decorah didn't want to face Dumbledore. After all, what he did in the Ministry of Magic had already been published in the Daily Prophet.

Arrest the remaining members of the Resurrection Death Eaters and conduct a three-day trial.

He has also established for himself the image of a perfect, fair and just director.

His fame was once deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It's impossible to ignore his excellence, bravery, and 'justice'.

If there is something in the words, it directly misleads everyone.

They have decided that Dumbledore is just an old fool, just like what the daily newspaper said.

Although Decorah didn't mention this at all.

But the side meaning can easily be misunderstood and misunderstood.

Decorah didn't explain it, he just did it on purpose.

Looking at Decorah who was in a daze as soon as he entered the office.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time before slowly pouring two glasses of hot water.

Pushing one of the cups to Decorah's hand, he said, "Drink some hot water to warm yourself up."

Turning his head, Decorah looked aside, pretending not to know.

Dumbledore pursed his lips and sighed helplessly.

"Kid, I don't mean to blame you."

"If possible, I hope you will be more patient with the students."

"The news about you getting angry in class today has spread again."

"There is no need for the prefects to come to me, I already know what happened."

"You have to pay attention..."

After closing his mouth, Dumbledore stood up and came to Decorah's side, saying softly: "Ah, you have to know."

"You are more than a professor now."

"He also serves as... uh... Director of the Legal Enforcement Department."

"This is really not good..."

"I can understand that you are upset, but professors at Hogwarts would never touch students."

"Ah...it's time for lunch!"

"Let's go and talk while we eat."

After listening to the bell for a moment, Dumbledore pulled Decorah out of the office.

Go to the auditorium.

Decorah had already drank the soul tranquilizer.

Emotions are under control.

No longer irritable.

So he didn't feel anything about Dumbledore's words.

Anyway, as long as you don't strangle him to death, he can do whatever he wants.

After entering the auditorium, Decorah broke away from Dumbledore's hand and walked to his place.

As soon as he sat down, he noticed that Dumbledore was following him.

Then he moved a chair across from him and sat down directly.

For a moment, Decorah was at a loss.

"Oh, it seems the children all like pudding~"

Dumbledore moved a piece of pudding in front of him with a smile and started eating.

Maybe it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten this kind of food.

Dumbledore kept his head down eating, and even forgot to say what he originally wanted to say.

The students in the auditorium frequently turned their heads to look over.

A look of surprise and shock.

Maybe they didn't understand why Professor Dumbledore came to eat at the Slytherin table.

This also leaves the throne in the middle of the faculty bench.

Empty and conspicuous.

"They never peel the potatoes."

Seeing Dumbledore picking up potatoes, Decorah couldn't help but reminded him.

Mainly, he ate it for four or five years.

The potatoes were never peeled, whether they were mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, or even stewed potatoes.

After being stunned for a moment, Dumbledore stretched his head to take a closer look.

Sure enough, the skin that had been boiled was still sticking to it.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't notice it. You can only notice it when you eat it.

"Ah, I haven't eaten potatoes in a few years."

"Obviously, none of this was noticed."

"I have to tell them something in the future. No wonder there are the most potatoes left every time."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Without any hesitation, he inserted a fork into a potato and put it on his plate.

Then use a knife to cut off the skin.

Finally, under Decorah's incomprehensible eyes, he cut a piece of potato and put it directly into his mouth with a fork.

He chewed it with a face of intoxication.

"Seriously, these potatoes are well stewed, very delicate and melt in your mouth!"

After swallowing it, Dumbledore did not forget to praise.

Turning around and putting down the tableware, Decorah couldn't eat anymore.

"This is the first time I've heard that there are technical requirements for stewed potatoes. You can eat them once they're cooked."

“And potatoes themselves are delicate and can be eaten as long as they are cooked.”

He said a few words in a destructive manner.

Decorah witnessed it with her own eyes. Dumbledore frowned and then tried to swallow the thing in his throat.

His face turned purple.

Taking a deep breath, Decorah stood up, picked up the pumpkin juice not far away, and poured a glass.

Passed it directly to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore quickly took it and drank it, looking a little in pain.

"I'm older, I really can't eat this kind of thing!"

"It's easy to choke."

Dumbledore said as he drank a full glass of pumpkin juice before gasping for breath.

"By the way, thank you for pouring me a glass of pumpkin juice."

Dumbledore looked up with a smile on his face.

"Aren't you afraid that you will choke to death in front of me..." After muttering, Decorah put on a professional fake smile on his face.

As soon as he sat down, Dumbledore started acting like a monster.

"Kid, what is that?"

"Meat floss."

"Cut a piece for me and I'll have a taste."

"... "

"What is that? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"That's cabbage, radish and green vegetable soup."

"Oh~ give me a bowl and I'll have a taste."

"... "

"What combination is this? Why haven't I drunk it before?"

"It's peeled, mashed grapes, yogurt, and jelly."

"That's it, then you can pour some for me too!"

"... "

He looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting like a clock and commanding him all the time.

Decorah almost wanted to shove a plate of cakes all over his face.

This is the first time he has served someone like this.

The point is, this man is still relying on his old age to act like one!

"Bring it here, kid."

"what happened to you?"

Dumbledore, who was drinking soup, raised his head and asked Decorah to quickly put the cake in front of him.

He took a deep breath through gritted teeth.

Decorah forced herself to calm down, don't be angry, don't be angry...

In the end, he put the plate of freshly cut cakes over.

"I'm a little tired. Go and bring the fruit platter over there. I'm eating some fruit."

Dumbledore looked around, under the uneasy eyes of all the students.

He raised his hand and pointed at the Gryffindor table.

Throughout breakfast, they witnessed Dumbledore constantly directing Decorah, serving him this and that, and then serving soup and water.

The key is that the ones nearby don’t taste good.

Dumbledore started, directing Decorah to pick up something in the distance.

Sometimes, I just go to other deans’ desks.

The most important thing is that Decorah's face is gloomy and his whole body exudes deep resentment.