HP: Slytherin disguise

"This is wrong and prohibited behavior."

"I don't think You-Know-Who has been resurrected."

"Because from beginning to end, it was all one-sided words made by that boy."

"Perhaps he does have a mental problem."

"And our respected Principal Dumbledore was also confused... and believed it blindly!"

"For the safety of the magical world!"

"The minister is not willing to change the rules to recruit homeless wizards."

"This will strengthen the Ministry of Magic's combat capabilities!"

"And the ability to protect the magical world!"

"Minister Fudge is the wizard we should worship most!"

"Please everyone, don't believe the rumors!"

"The Ministry of Magic will always be behind you and protect your safety."

"For Dumbledore's repressive education."

"We will appoint the Senior Under-Secretary of Magic: Ms. Umbridge, as the Senior Investigator of Hogwarts!"

"Come and correct Dumbledore's rumored and repressive education!"

"Take care of everyone, little wizard."

"They are the future of the wizarding world and the treasures of their loved ones."

"You should grow up happily and carefree."

"Don't panic because of any rumors!"

……

Decorah is clear and organized, taking every word seriously and emotionally.

Make people believe it involuntarily.

Especially the bright and cute smile on his delicate face.

It’s impossible not to believe it!

During a visit that lasted nearly a few hours, Decola would always speak with the interests of others in mind.

It seems that everything is for the good of the magic world.

As long as the masses are well, he will be well.

The serious tone is inevitably childish.

It’s easier to get support and appreciation.

Near three o'clock in the afternoon, the press conference came to a successful conclusion.

But it's not really over.

After Decorah left with Percy.

Those reporters began to interview the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic who had been serving as background, nodding and approving.

Sitting on the chair, Decorah closed her eyes tiredly.

Percy quickly poured him a glass of hot water.

"Go and arrange for the staff to go to Faoshijin District to prepare for the work."

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave for a few days."

After drinking the hot water, Decorah regained some energy.

He stood up, straightened his clothes and left the public office.

Percy nodded hurriedly, his eyes filled with joy.

After combing his hair, he held his head high and prepared for the follow-up work without squinting...

Austria.

Alliance headquarters.

Nurmengard.

It was already evening when Decorah arrived.

The weather was dark and it felt like it was going to rain.

Just walked into the lobby.

Thompson walked over to him with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha, everyone is already here..."

"Just wait..."

Walking straight to the stairs, Decorah interrupted him: "Where are my parents?"

"Sir and Madam have gone to bed."

"I didn't dare disturb them."

"Anyway."

"These things won't bother them."

Thompson followed, still smiling.

Come to the second floor.

Inside the Alliance core party member meeting room.

Without pausing, Decorah came directly to the main seat and sat down.

Then he looked at a large table of core party members.

These core party members have gained a few new faces and lost a few old faces.

However, Decorah didn't care at all.

Cook was there too. He was radiant and sat upright.

Thompson sat down with a bright smile.

I really want to say something.

However, he didn't dare to speak.

"I found the right opportunity at the Ministry of Magic."

"An opportunity for you to serve in the Ministry of Magic."

"All party members with normal status and normal family background should write an application for employment and submit it to me."

"I'll put you through induction."

"As for those with identity issues, please write a copy and give it to Cook, and I will find another way."

"Entering the Ministry of Magic, business as usual."

"Don't reveal your identity, and don't go out of your way to get together."

"You just need to do your job well."

"You will know the specific situation by reading tomorrow's Daily Prophet."

"That's all."

"After tomorrow, just leave the employment application to me."

Standing up, Decorah left his seat directly, and he patted Thompson on the shoulder.

motioning for him to follow.

With a look of surprise and joy on his face, Thompson quickly got up and followed.

Come to the third floor lounge.

Decorah sat on the sofa and looked at Thompson, who was extremely nervous.

"You also write an application for employment."

"I will let you work in the International Magic Cooperation Department."

“Keep working to the best of your abilities.”

"Probably after tomorrow, you will officially join the Ministry of Magic."

"you need to…"

"Forget it, go back first and we'll talk about it later."

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

Decorah suddenly felt tired and asked Thompson to go back.

Scratching his head, Thompson wanted to know what was going on, but he still left wisely.

Falling on the sofa, Decorah closed her eyes tiredly.

In his mind, recent events and things to be done in the future kept flashing through his mind.

Slowly, since he was unconsciously.

Then fell asleep...

Nurmengard in the morning still looks gloomy.

inside the room.

Lucius was sitting by the bed, reading a storybook describing beautiful love.

He was reading it to Narcissa.

The beautiful lady was lying on her side on the bed, wearing a dark nightgown that made her snow-white skin even whiter.

In the lady's arms, there was a young man with loose hair.

Narcissa gently combed Decorah's long hair with her hands, her brows filled with pampering and tenderness.

In my ears was my husband's loving reading voice, and in my arms was my well-behaved and lovely son.

all of these.

Extraordinarily real and happy.

Narcissa was happy.

She has always been a lucky person. She has a husband who loves her deeply, and they have well-behaved and sensible children together.

This is also the time and life she is most proud of.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Decorah felt like she was surrounded by warmth.

He heard his father's soft reading.

I felt it too.

Mother's tender embrace.

Although Decorah woke up, he had the thought of not wanting to wake up.

He shrank into Narcissa's arms, greedily feeling his mother's warmth, deep pampering and tenderness.

This is the gentleness that makes him feel that the world is real.

In this world, only his parents can make him feel that he has a goal and the perseverance to work hard.

Including...Shu Ling...

They are also the relatives he feels the world is real to...

In the gentle embrace, Decorah suddenly didn't want to leave anymore.

I don’t want to face the outside world.

I don’t even want to face what I have to do next, what is going to happen.

and so…

To keep all this, he must become stronger and work harder.

You must get everything you can.

Only these can give him the desire to love his relatives and the capital to protect them!

One call and a hundred responses is the status one should have...