HP: Slytherin disguise

His hand paused slightly, Voldemort suddenly retracted his wand and said in an indifferent voice: "Come here."

Decorah struggled to get up and knelt on the ground again.

He slowly moved over with his knees.

Finally, he knelt at Voldemort's feet.

Voldemort grabbed Decorah's chin with his hand and forced him to look up.

The delicate face was stained with tears, and the white to transparent skin gave people a feeling of vulnerability and weakness. The long hair wet with sweat was stuck to the white forehead, and Decorah's whole body was trembling.

Tears overflowed from his gray-blue eyes.

It was filled with deep fear.

"You still haven't figured out what you did wrong?"

"It's impossible, you are so smart and excellent..."

"How could it be possible? I can't think of it..."

The slender fingers pinched Decorah's cheek, and the sharp fingertips pierced his soft face.

Blood oozed and flowed down.

Tears of fear flowed out, and Decorah's lips had already been bitten and bled.

He was trembling all over at Voldemort's words.

Very scared.

"or…"

With a cruel sneer on his lips, Voldemort whispered: "Let's continue..."

"I suppose under the Cruciatus Curse."

"You will say it yourself."

As he spoke, he patted Decorah's face with his hand.

He shook his head in fear.

Decorah raised her hand and grasped Voldemort's black robe, her face full of panic and pleading.

"Master...if you tell me, I will definitely change it!"

"It will definitely change!"

"Please, I really know how to change!"

Tears overflowed from his eyes and flowed down his fair cheeks, mixed with blood.

Lowering his eyes, Voldemort chuckled.

"How to change it..."

"Member of the Order of the Phoenix, tell me, can I trust you?"

"After all, you are Dumbledore's man."

"The undercover routine is so shrewd, and you performed it so well."

"If I hadn't been paying attention to your contact with Harry Potter..."

"I'm afraid, I didn't even know you were from the Order of the Phoenix."

"Why, did Dumbledore gather his old friends so quickly?"

Voldemort's words were like a bolt from the blue.

Decorah tried to get up in a panic, but couldn't get up at all. He wanted to move back.

But Voldemort grabbed his hair with his hand.

Then pull it back.

He was forced to raise his head and look directly into Voldemort's cold, snake-like eyes.

There was also viciousness and murderous intent in it.

"Not such a master..."

"I am truly, completely loyal to you."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, he doesn't know that I am a Death Eater..."

With a trembling body, Decorah's voice was filled with tears.

"I hope you can explain it well."

Voldemort let go of his hand, just like that, looking at Decorah with a face full of fear.

Shrinking, Decorah lowered his head.

"Dumbledore never knew that I was a Death Eater. I entered the Order of the Phoenix two years ago..."

"He thinks you will come back sooner or later..."

"I didn't betray the master...it's just that I didn't know...that you would be resurrected like this...I just..."

"Please forgive me...Master..."

"I didn't reveal anything about you to Dumbledore, it's just that Harry knew my identity..."

"I've been trying to hide my identity as a member of the Order from Harry."

"But Sirius said it..."

"That's why Harry...came to ask me today..."

With a choked voice, Decorah grabbed the hem of Voldemort's clothes in panic, raised her head and prayed: "I shouldn't hide the master's secrets... Can you forgive me... Master..."

"Please, I was really wrong!"

The ends of his eyes were red, and tears kept filling Decorah's gray-blue eyes, overflowing and then streaking across his cheeks.

and blood from a puncture wound.

Slide it down together and drip onto your chin.

“If you make a mistake, you must be punished.”

"Especially you, since you dare to hide your master."

"Tell me, how should I punish you..."

Voldemort didn't believe Decorah's words at all, and even if he did, he was still on guard.

So when it comes to punishment, there is not even a trace of hesitation.

Looking at Decorah whose face was full of tears, Voldemort suddenly smiled.

That smile had no warmth.

He raised his hand, gently wiped away the tears and blood on Decorah's face, and said in an indifferent voice: "Don't be so afraid..."

"I am also a person who has a measure of kindness and punishment."

His hands slowly slid down and he unbuttoned the top two buttons of Decorah's shirt.

Then pull open the collar.

The milky white, delicate skin and deep collarbones were exposed.

His fingertips caressed the skin above Decorah's collarbone.

Voldemort suddenly pressed hard and then slowly moved to one side.

A stinging pain came.

It was as if someone was carving words on his skin with a knife.

The pain is very sensitive and sharp.

Finally, Voldemort let go.

Above Decorah's collarbone, a string of engraved words suddenly appeared: I am loyal to my master...

The words spelled out with wounds are neat and clear.

But it seems...impossible to heal.

"It will be etched on you forever..."

"This is the lightest possible punishment."

"Remember, you must always be loyal to your master."

Touching the string of engraved words, Voldemort smiled with satisfaction.

Especially when he felt Decorah's body trembling slightly, he was even more satisfied.

"I will... be loyal to... my master..."

Decorah's voice was green and trembling.

The shadow in my heart cannot be eliminated.

"Only I...can give you everything, what you want..."

"So... only loyalty will be appreciated."

"As for that Harry Potter, ignore him for now."

"We need to calm down first and prepare everything slowly..."

"Oh, right."

"There are still a few useful Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban."

"I have to get them out."

"So, during this period, don't get too close to Dumbledore. I don't want to get the news that you have too much contact with him."

"Otherwise, I will let you know what punishment is..."

Voldemort leaned into Decorah's ear and whispered a few words softly.

Lowering his head in fear, Decorah didn't dare to refute or speak out.

Until Voldemort stood up.

The powerful force disappeared, and Decorah knelt down on the ground as if relieved.

He raised his hand.

Wiping his cheek, the bloody wound from the stab wound.

At the same time, the fear on his face slowly faded into his heart and mind.

Decorah got up from the ground, still shaking all over. This was the aftereffect of the Cruciatus Curse. You know, it was nearly an hour of torture.

"I have a task for you."

"Tell the entire wizarding world that your great master has not returned yet and that Dumbledore is a liar..."

A cold big hand was pressing down on the back of his neck.

Decorah froze, raised his head slightly, and began to breathe a little frivolously.