HP: Slytherin disguise

"I'm not condoning it."

"No, I fired them."

A good-looking brow raised.

A smile appeared on Decorah's delicate face, with a hint of nonchalance.

Harry for a moment.

He actually froze in place.

He didn't understand why he was suddenly in a daze.

But that smile is really familiar.

same as before.

The dazed person couldn't move his eyes away.

Flamboyant and brilliant.

"The arrest of Hagrid was entirely due to his own fault."

"He contacted the giant tribe, didn't he?"

The gray-blue eyes were shining with light.

Decorah spoke calmly.

As if stating a small thing.

Harry shuddered.

Unexpectedly, Decorah would know about this.

You must know that Hagrid once said that this was a task given to him by Dumbledore secretly.

No one knows except Dumbledore.

Hagrid only said this after he came back and knew that he couldn't stay any longer and left his half-giant brother Grawp in their care.

So, how did Decorah know?

Did Dumbledore also tell Decorah...

but.

Hagrid said that only Dumbledore and himself knew about this.

The moment this question arose.

Harry froze again.

Doesn't this mean that Decorah never helped the Ministry of Magic from beginning to end? !

If only Decorah really helped the Ministry.

It won't.

Keep this matter hidden.

The mystery of the matter has been solved, but it has become more complicated.

Harry's mind was in confusion.

I don’t know what to think about first.

"As you can imagine, I didn't interfere in Hagrid's affairs."

"Nature and indulgence have nothing to do with each other."

"His expulsion will be a matter of time."

"Staying in Hogwarts is the most disadvantageous thing for him."

Decorah patted his pant leg.

He continued nonchalantly: "As for the dismissal, it is pure fiction."

"Ms. Trelawney was fired by Umbridge long ago."

"I just stayed at Hogwarts and didn't leave."

"Mr. Binns resigned voluntarily."

"These are all facts."

"What's more, you students are the ones who don't like being in his class."

"As...Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"I have an obligation to take classes with a professor that the students like."

"What, you don't like Professor Thompson?"

He raised his eyes and smiled softly.

Decorah's long silver hair was illuminated by candlelight.

Sparkling and dazzling.

Looking down at the steps, Harry was speechless.

It is really.

His brain is very confused now.

There was no time to pay attention to every word and every 'fact' that Decorah said.

"You know everything, right?"

Harry said suddenly.

The tone is affirmative.

With sudden solemnity.

Looking up, Decorah looked at Harry without speaking.

But those eyes of his.

The exact answer has been given.

There is sobriety in the eyes...

Yes.

He does know everything.

Know everyone's ending and future, know everything.

However, who can guarantee it.

Things haven't changed yet.

Maybe this time, everyone will die.

Just like in the prophecy ball, everyone will die.

Decorah turned his head, a little tired.

This tiredness came too suddenly.

Let him want to have a good sleep and rest for a while.

Wait until the dust settles.

In waking up.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Getting up, Decorah didn't want to stay any longer.

Harry took a deep breath.

He shook his head and said, "No more."

After getting the reply, Decorah left directly.

Looking at Decorah's back.

Harry opened his mouth.

In fact, he still wants to know if everything can go back to the way it was before...

But that ravine is so deep.

It is no longer possible to heal or cross over...

Even though I already knew the answer, I still couldn't get the initial treatment.

Maybe.

Nothing has changed.

The only things that have changed...are people...

Inside the office.

Decorah sat on the chair tiredly, raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

I don't know why, I'm just tired...

It is tiring from physical to mental.

Powerless.

Forget it, take a nap.

After waking up, I won’t be so tired anymore…

Darkness enveloped the land.

The whole Hogwarts was lit up.

Especially the auditorium.

Already brand new.

From the clean and tidy floor to the tabletop, to the thousands of candles suspended in the sky.

All are brand new.

Obviously, everything has been replaced with new ones.

No matter the seat.

A portrait of Mr. Garcia was hung on the wall behind the guest of honor seat.

Colorful candies are falling from the sky.

The students walked into the auditorium with shocked faces and looked around in a daze.

I almost thought I was in the wrong place.

but.

This is indeed the way!

It's the auditorium.

After discovering that the professors were already in the auditorium.

They then walked in doubtfully and found their exact seats to sit down.

Although confused.

But soon.

Students ignore these things.

He started picking up candies on the ground, and even all the candies on the table.

Everyone ate the candy happily.

The professors didn't let them quiet down.

It can be seen that tonight is a grand event.

The professors also put on new clothes.

Mr. Filch was busy moving chairs, and he was no longer wearing the old moldy tuxedo.

But a brand new black tuxedo.

Although it looks a bit lame.

But the whole person is no longer so annoying.

"Who is the person in that portrait?"

One student finally noticed the portrait on the wall behind the guest of honor seat.

He pointed.

The question attracted the attention of more students.

Everyone followed and looked over.

Then, discussions began.

Discussing who the person in the portrait is, why it is hung here, and how it is related to today's dinner.

They finally figured it out.

Tonight is definitely a very solemn dinner.

Otherwise, professors would not dress so neatly and brand-new.

Thompson fit naturally into the faculty.

Because his mouth can confuse black and white.

One has to admire it.

The person who accepted him the most was Professor Flitwick.

He liked this young man who could talk very much.

At least.

You can praise him from ear to ear.

Anyone who is short can be praised as someone who is tall.

The new professor of the divination class is an extremely silent young man, only in his twenties.

His full name is Reddenwith Creel.

Called by the students, Professor Redenweiss.

Although he looks young, he speaks with a very sophisticated tone.

He is much calmer than other professors.

Students tried to protest against him and not want to attend his class.

But he paid no attention.

That’s exactly it: fall in love but not fall in love, love to learn but not study.

If you don’t learn, someone will.

Anyway, the results are his own and have nothing to do with him.

Even less so.

Annoyed by student protests.

Under such indifference, students can only learn.

They soon discovered that the new professor's teaching method was particularly unique.

Easy to understand.

He won't be too arrogant, nor will he be mysterious.

Same as Thompson.

He also began to become popular.