HP: Slytherin disguise

He had this mission for Voldemort.

Resistance has arisen.

However, it was obvious that Voldemort no longer trusted him.

After all, everything would arouse his suspicion, let alone knowing that he was a member of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.

It is impossible not to doubt.

That's why Voldemort temporarily gave him this task.

If Decorah did it, he could barely clear himself of the suspicion.

Not to do it, or even to postpone it.

That means that he is a traitor and is not loyal to Voldemort at all.

For Decorah.

He didn't expect this at all.

Don't even want to.

Start confronting Dumbledore now.

So strange, so inexplicable.

Dumbledore probably didn't even know why he did this, let alone what his purpose was.

In Dumbledore's eyes, Decorah was a well-behaved child who occasionally lost his temper.

I didn't think he would be related to the dark wizard or Voldemort at all.

So even if Decorah does this.

He probably wouldn't think of this aspect either.

Dumbledore doesn't need to worry here, but what about Harry...

Harry felt that he was a member of the Order of the Phoenix and was with Voldemort for a purpose, almost like an undercover agent...

Then.

Is it really possible?

but…

His mind was in chaos, and Decorah had no time to think.

Because Voldemort's hand was slowly exerting force, his fingertips dug into his neck, and then penetrated.

Blood seeped out quickly.

"how--"

"Can't do it?"

"Or...Dumbledore is the one you are truly loyal to."

came Voldemort's snake-like whisper.

It was light and ethereal in his ears.

Shaking his head hard, Decorah said weakly: "I can do it..."

"I also believe you can do it."

"after all…"

"This task must be completed by you~"

"Decora..."

Voldemort's figure flickered, walked around to the other side, and then slowly moved in front of Decorah.

He bent down and slid his bloody hand forward.

Finally it landed on the string of words carved above Decorah's collarbone.

"For our glory, you have to know how to sacrifice."

"Friendship is a dispensable thing."

"Especially family affection..."

"People are most vulnerable to betrayal..."

Voldemort's eyes were fixed on Decorah, and his hand suddenly touched his chin, making him look up and look at him.

With his eyes wandering, Decorah wanted to take a few steps back.

But he knew.

This is impossible.

"I know…"

"But maybe I can't sacrifice these..."

Before Decola could finish speaking, a burning pain came from his collarbone.

That string of words started to get hot.

It turned bright red.

On fair skin, it is particularly dazzling.

Frowning her brows, Decorah felt her whole body sink into pain.

He raised his eyes and looked at Voldemort.

"Don't contradict me, Decorah."

"This is a warning."

"Next time, I wouldn't mind using the Cruciatus Curse."

Voldemort slowly approached, and finally he was close to Decorah's face.

Opening his eyes, Decorah tilted his head slightly uneasily.

Body trembling slightly.

"Fear not, my loyal Death Eater."

"Your great master always distinguishes between rewards and punishments. Where there are rewards, there are punishments."

"If you do something wrong, you will naturally be punished."

"What's more, your master trusts and likes you so much!"

"So the requirements and rigor are naturally higher..."

"but."

"This is an honor, a great honor!"

"Only if you complete the task seriously can the master be gentle to you——"

"The mission is completed..."

"I can ensure your loyalty to me."

Inductive whispers are persuasive.

Decorah unknowingly almost fell into it, but fortunately he did not look directly into Voldemort's dangerous eyes.

Nodding, he clenched his hands in a panic.

"Look at your performance...I will always...

"Watching you!"

Accompanied by a cold chuckle.

Voldemort disappeared here, and even the air was no longer so cold.

Sitting on the ground weakly.

Decorah put his hands on the ground, bent over, and put his forehead on the back of his hands.

The whole person looked very fragile and powerless...

Hogwarts.

Thursday.

Two days before the weekend.

Decorah sat on a chair in the practical classroom and read the newspaper quietly.

It's today's Daily Prophet

It is obvious that the above is still promoting the greatness and action of the Ministry of Magic.

and the brave decision of Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

and the leadership capabilities and own strength of Decola, Director of the Legal Enforcement Division.

It can be clearly felt.

Wizards in the magical world are very concerned about these things and even want to know some answers.

That is, whether the mysterious man comes back or not.

Why did Dumbledore publicly warn everyone that the mysterious man was back?

Although Fudge is already suppressing the propaganda.

But later on, I ignored it and allowed these things to ferment.

After all, those remnants were sent to Azkaban.

There was no support, and Voldemort didn't show up either.

So this also made Fudge more certain of his conjecture and suspected that there was something wrong with Dumbledore.

They want to overthrow his rule and take away his rights.

In the quiet practical class classroom, there was only the sound of newspapers being flipped.

It's lunch break time.

There are basically no people here in the main castle.

Except, the Ravenclaw students were reading in the library across the corridor.

Decorah raised her eyes and looked away from the newspaper.

It landed outside the classroom door.

There, a pale blue, transparent ghost is wandering.

The whole body exudes air-conditioning and melancholy.

It should be the main castle, a lonely ghost.

After licking her lips, Decorah's gray-blue eyes glowed with blood.

It seemed that he was aware of the dangerous sight.

The ghost turned around and floated in through the partition wall.

"Are you going to declare war on me?"

It sounded sluggish, like an old machine.

"come over…"

Decorah closed the newspaper, a bright smile on her delicate face.

He hesitated for less than a second.

The ghost floated in front of Decorah, not waiting for it to speak.

A strong suction shattered it.

It turns into a trace of light blue silk thread.

Then it seeped into Decorah's body and disappeared without a trace.

An old ghost that had existed for hundreds of years just disappeared and was swallowed by the dragon.

The powerful force of retaliation made Decorah lean back in his chair.

I closed my eyes, extremely intoxicated.

After all the power was digested, Decorah opened his eyes still unfinished.

The whole person is in high spirits.

Even my head no longer hurts.

My mood is no longer controlled, irritable and restless.

This even.

More effective than a soul tranquilizer.

Desperately getting up, Decorah walked out of the classroom with the blessing of the dragon's desire.

Walking slowly towards the corridor outside...