HP: Slytherin disguise

The steps paused, and Decorah felt the strange atmosphere in the auditorium.

His eyes swept across.

He saw it.

Professor Flitwick standing on the dining table.

A big question mark popped up above my head.

Decorah was a little confused.

What is this doing?

next second.

Professor Flitwick, realizing that everyone was looking away, quickly climbed down from the table.

Sitting on the chair honestly.

Cover your face with your hands.

Thompson pursed his lips and turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

Don't worry about him...

He was only helping out of the goodness of his heart.

Walk quickly across the aisle.

After Descola climbed the steps, he walked around the table and sat down in the empty seat next to Mr. Garcia.

It was just too much rest.

Didn't pay attention to the time.

If there weren't still thoughts in my mind.

He could probably sleep until dawn.

With the arrival of Decorah.

The weird atmosphere in the entire auditorium was broken.

Everyone stopped staring at Professor Flitwick.

Mr. Garcia smiled and turned his head.

"March 1st is the election day of the International United Wizards Association."

"As vice president, I also participated in the election."

"In order to better serve the magic world after I become the president."

"I decided to express condolences to my alma mater before this."

"After all, Hogwarts is the best school in the wizarding world."

"none of them."

"What's more, it's about listening to the public's opinions."

"Let Hogwarts become bigger and stronger and create greater glory!"

Smiling and tilting his head.

Mr. Garcia glanced at Decorah.

Decora felt bad.

really.

The next second Mr. Garcia mentioned his name.

"For this, I would also like to thank the Headmaster of Hogwarts for his support and invitation."

"I'm deeply pleased."

The students who were originally extremely excited suddenly changed their faces.

That expression was like eating a fly.

Decorah raised her hand to her forehead, regretting that she woke up so early.

If only I could predict the future.

He won't come.

In the outside world, taking his name does work.

And, it’s very easy to use.

But this is Hogwarts!

Here, he was not welcome to begin with, but more so, he was hated.

Mr. Garcia's eyes flashed.

It seemed that he noticed the change in the expressions of everyone in the auditorium.

"As for me, I will stay at Hogwarts for a few days."

"It's convenient for everyone to give me opinions."

"If anything happens, just tell me!"

"I'll take care of it."

"At the same time, your identities will be kept confidential."

He suddenly chuckled.

What he said made the students’ eyes light up.

The energy and motivation came instantly.

This statement is obviously meant to solve all problems.

And leaders, come down and listen to opinions.

This is simply a good time to file a complaint!

The Ministry of Magic's actions and Umbridge's bad influence must be prosecuted!

Students seem to have forgotten.

Decorah was appointed headmaster of the International Confederation of Wizards.

They subconsciously imagined becoming the Ministry of Magic.

I think he was appointed by the Ministry of Magic.

His expression changed slightly, and Decorah looked down at the tableware in front of him.

What should he say?

A group of stupid students who believe whatever others say.

Sure enough, I still don’t know that people’s hearts are sinister.

Decola was certain that Mr. Garcia had a purpose in doing this.

After the purpose is achieved.

Certainly not, paying attention to these students.

Just don't know.

What is the purpose of this Lao Deng...

Faced with Decorah's bow.

The students thought he was speechless.

This directly confirmed everyone's suspicion that Mr. Garcia was here to save them!

As long as they snitch secretly.

All those wonderful futures.

It’s all just around the corner!

It would be best to get rid of the snobbish Umbridge.

By the way, punish the Ministry of Magic!

Decorah didn't know what these students were thinking.

Otherwise, I have to laugh out loud.

After Mr. Garcia finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense.

It is really.

Too lazy to say anything else.

The dinner party also officially started.

The students had great appetites and ate the sumptuous dinner on the table.

This sumptuousness is no less than a Christmas dinner.

Oh, right.

Last year's Christmas dinner was not held.

Now, it can be considered as making up for it.

It would be a lie to say you are unhappy.

Students from several colleges were discussing something excitedly.

The auditorium was extremely noisy.

Mr. Garcia did not show any displeasure, and Professor McGonagall did not ask the students to eat quietly.

The sound of clinking knives and forks came and went.

Decorah was distracted frequently, and he really couldn't fit into the atmosphere.

Sit here.

It's better to just go home and lie down...

"Your name seems unhappy here."

Mr. Garcia did not turn his head, but carefully cut the barbecue.

But his words were exceptionally clear.

Let Decorah wake up.

"It's normal. Students still like Albus Dumbledore very much."

He replied softly.

Decorah did not make himself feel bad, but chose to feel bad together.

His expression solidified.

Mr. Garcia finally laughed helplessly.

Dumbledore is really a thorn in his side...

Don't cover up his deeds.

He will definitely not be as happy as he wants as president in the future...

"Children are the most innocent and sincere representatives."

"If they support me..."

Mr. Garcia put down the tableware and looked sideways at Decorah.

He didn't finish his sentence.

But the meaning is no longer concealed.

After inserting the fork into a piece of cake, Decorah sighed slightly.

You just know that this person has a purpose.

Now it seems.

The purpose is already obvious.

Mr. Garcia just wanted to make students respect him under the guise of listening to the public's opinions.

Then express your opinions without reservation.

Even say some bad things.

And he will listen to them one by one.

Comforting by the way.

Establish a fair and just image for yourself.

When the time comes, the students will naturally be blinded and think that he is righteous.

Wait until the time comes.

Then you can let reporters interview and take pictures.

After recording everything.

He can then leave and let these things ferment out.

Get a voice of approval and support.

In order to achieve the purpose of having a positive image.

As for what these students told him, he would tell Decorah without reservation.

Let him figure it out.

Whether these students will wake up later is no longer important.

After all that time.

Mr. Garcia has served as president.

Sought after and supported by the wizarding community.

Become the new great white wizard.

This abacus made a 'pop' sound.

Decorah had to sigh at the gap between people.

really.

Or he is too simple-minded.

For a long time, I couldn't think of any useful strategies.

This means you can live longer and be able to come up with good ideas.

No wonder, the older this person gets, the smarter, smarter, and more flexible his mind becomes.

It is simply a lesson from heaven and earth.

Similar to that old man Dumbledore.

One is smarter than the other...