HP: Slytherin disguise

Chapter 376 Obscure Information

Halfway there, he thought of Harry again.

Turning his head, he found Harry staring at Decorah in a daze as he walked over.

Ron stood outside the door of the underground classroom.

Plan to wait for Harry.

After all, if he went back alone, Hermione would definitely criticize him.

"Why didn't you refine it well?"

Decorah glanced at the untouched thing in front of him, feeling a little strange.

"me…"

Harry's tone was hesitant and he couldn't explain why.

Turning around, Decorah first checked the other students in detention and prepared the potion.

All are finished potions.

"Then you go back and remember the homework assigned by the teacher."

Hand the potion back to them.

Decorah asked several people to leave.

Several students did not stop, packed their schoolbags and left.

Inside the classroom.

That left Decorah and Harry.

With a smile on her face, Decorah began to help Harry cut off the bug heads he needed.

"Hurry up and refine it, Potter."

While helping, he urged Harry to make the potion.

Nodding blankly, Harry quickly followed the steps he had learned and put the materials inside.

"I think we..."

"You took the wrong step. The fire snake heart needs to be burned after the black toad skin has been released."

Decorah didn't listen to Harry at all.

He interrupted him directly and corrected the wrong refining steps.

Harry pursed his lips, lowered his head and absentmindedly put the black toad skin in.

He didn't quite understand Decorah's attitude towards him.

There were fights and quarrels.

We even talked about it a few days ago.

Sometimes it has become indifferent.

There are also times when it is clear that we already know each other’s innermost feelings.

But Decorah's attitude towards him.

He never understood.

One moment you can make sarcastic remarks to each other, and the next moment you can laugh and talk to each other.

It seemed that every time they met, it was as if they had just met.

Either full of malice, or plain and simple.

Harry didn't know where to start, let alone what to say.

After all, his words were interrupted.

It's hard to say it again.

Harry thought for a long time before he gathered up the courage to speak.

The magic potion was already there without even realizing it.

The refining was successful.

"Not bad, it's barely completed."

Decorah looked at it carefully and nodded in approval.

At the same time, don’t forget to advise: “There is an OWL exam in fifth grade.”

"You have to take classes seriously and work hard."

"Don't think about things that don't exist."

After saying that, Decorah left the underground classroom.

When passing by the door, he glanced at Ron who was standing on the side of the door.

The latter immediately smiled.

"The same goes for you. If you fail the OWL exam, you won't even be able to enter the Potions classroom in the future."

With a heartfelt advice, he walked up the stairs.

After leaving the underground classroom.

Decorah ran directly to Snape's office.

He knew the order, so he went straight into the office.

Inside, Snape was talking to Dumbledore.

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat depressing.

The moment Decorah came in, they stopped talking and turned to look over.

Scratching his head, Decorah opened his eyes wide and looked confused.

Why was Dumbledore in Snape's office?

What are the two talking about?

"Come here, stand here."

Snape glanced at Dumbledore and let Decorah pass.

Moved over slowly.

Decorah stood beside Snape.

He looked at the two people sitting on the chairs, his eyes moving back and forth between them.

and so…

Why is he just standing...

"Come here, kid."

Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Decorah to come over.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Decorah suspected that the two men did it on purpose when he walked around.

Stand around.

Although he thought so, Decorah still walked over obediently.

Come to Dumbledore.

"I would like to ask, was what you said in the Daily Prophet intentional or unintentional?"

Raising his hand, Dumbledore rubbed the top of Decorah's head.

The tone is kind and gentle.

With dull eyes, Decorah shook his head gently.

He looked confused and said, "What are you talking about?"

"child…"

"I'm not questioning you. You have the right to say what you want."

"I just want to know what you mean..."

Dumbledore's hand slowly moved down, and finally touched Decorah's fair face, his eyes softened.

Putting the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Decorah was silent for a while.

Then he said: "Uncle Fudge..."

"You know, during the holidays, he was already hyping up your confusion, suspicion, and creating panic and chaos. He now thinks that you are secretly cultivating an army and want to overthrow his rule."

"And I, as his most valued subordinate."

"Of course I have to do my part for him."

"I can't tell him that I believe Voldemort has been resurrected."

"He has now wanted to eliminate everything about Voldemort's resurrection."

"Don't even want to hear it."

"When he found out who the Death Eaters were who caused trouble at the World Cup Quidditch match, his first choice was to remain silent."

"Because he knows that there are many people behind those Death Eaters."

"Everyone has what they want."

"I think…"

"The advice I gave him was to lead the Aurors and law enforcement officers to arrest him."

"This does not include my intentional actions."

"Because once it's discovered, it has to be eradicated."

"In the later period, it was indeed rumored in the wizarding world that these remnants were arrested, and Voldemort did not appear, which means he truly disappeared."

"This is Uncle Fudge's wish to allow such publicity."

"The previous director died, and I was elected as director."

"At this time, it is impossible for me to do negative propaganda because I have just taken office as director."

"Um…"

"Can you understand me?"

What Decorah said was so confusing that people who couldn't even hear it would think he was going off topic.

But in fact, Decorah was already answering Dumbledore in a cryptic way.

Nodding, Dumbledore pondered.

Snape did not speak, but leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and concentrating.

"I think I know, kid."

"You go back first, I have something to discuss with your teacher."

Patting Decorah on the shoulder, Dumbledore smiled again on his face...