HP: Slytherin disguise

"The support of all students at Hogwarts..."

"It is indeed more convincing than ordinary support..."

Decorah nodded, knowing what role he needed to play next.

He's in it.

Definitely a bad character.

A villain who encouraged students to get close to Mr. Garcia.

Ok…

The students had enough hatred for him anyway.

The role allocation this time is not bad either.

"You leave Hogwarts for a few days."

"Let the students."

"Be braver."

Fingers clasped together, Mr. Garcia spoke calmly and indifferently.

He curled his lips disdainfully.

Decorah stood up and said: "You are more brave to tell the truth, right?"

"Hmmmm~"

"I hope I'm not that bad in their eyes."

Pull out the chair.

He walked right around the table and down the steps.

At last.

Left the auditorium.

Those students would indeed be intimidated by having him at Hogwarts.

Don’t dare approach Mr. Garcia…

Malfoy Manor.

Standing on the grass next to the fountain, Decorah was looking for a small blooming flower.

Although it was only fleeting in his own sight.

But he.

I have seen it clearly.

Squatting down, Decorah carefully pushed aside the young grass.

Finally inside.

Saw it, a white flower in full bloom.

A very ordinary little flower.

In a green world, it is particularly eye-catching.

It was still stained with morning dew.

Vibrant.

Poking it with his fingertips, a smile appeared on Decorah's delicate face.

Only with vitality can there be a future.

A ray of sunlight shone down and hit the flowers.

It raised its head, as if it was born toward the sun.

The beam did not fall on Decorah.

Coincidentally, no sunlight was given to him.

The clouds in the sky cover the sun, and the sunlight refracts through the gaps.

Feel free to shine lucky ones.

And this flower is the lucky one who is loved by the sun.

The image of flowers is reflected in the gray-blue eyes.

Decorah lowered her eyes and retracted her fingertips.

A few peacocks walked back and forth on the grass, making a "rustling" sound.

The whole world is extremely quiet and peaceful.

until.

A crazy laugh came.

Breaking the tranquility.

Decorah looked up and saw Bella, who had disappeared for half a month, rushing into the manor.

Cheering with arms raised.

Behind him were two Death Eaters in black robes.

It's Trevor, Luke Wood.

Two of the leading Death Eaters escaped Azkaban with her.

Bella was gone for half a month.

Back, now that I have brought two Death Eaters with me.

His brows furrowed.

Decorah didn't want the manor to have any traces of other Death Eater activity.

At least.

I don’t want to let my pure land go.

contaminated.

Standing up, Decorah knew that he probably had a mission this time.

Otherwise, Bella wouldn't be so excited.

You'll know it at a glance.

It was Voldemort who gave her the order.

I just don’t know what this mission is related to.

To sum it up.

He must have a share.

If it wasn't for him, Bella wouldn't come back and yell.

I have long since completed the task assigned by my great master.

"Little Dragon Dragon~"

"Ah hey~"

Bella rushed over excitedly and hugged Decorah, who was resigned to his fate.

Then on his fair forehead.

Kissed hard.

"The master has finally issued a mission, which is really exciting!"

"Oh~"

"Kill the unfaithful giant!"

"Kill all enemies that stand in your way!"

"Calling Talisman——"

Pushing the person away, Bella raised her arms and spun around a few times.

Successfully transform the white flower that grows towards the sun and is patronized by the sun.

Trampled to pieces.

Decorah was almost pushed to the ground.

Fortunately, he responded quickly.

He took a step back in time without falling.

As terrible as it was, Decorah captured the important message.

Giant…enemy…

killed.

Obviously, this is to kill those giants and enemies who do not surrender.

Also.

Voldemort harvested a group of giants who succumbed to the darkness.

But that's just a tribe of giants who are inherently cruel, and surrender is normal.

There are some giants too.

Be gentle.

Although he was dissatisfied with the arrest and persecution by the Ministry of Magic.

But they also received Dumbledore's rescue and help.

Will not give in to the darkness.

Even if they are forced to migrate again and again, leaving places suitable for survival.

These giants, for Voldemort.

It has no effect.

Rather than leaving them to help Dumbledore in the future, it would be better to take the lead in eradicating them.

At the same time, scare other giants.

Let them understand the truth: those who obey me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish.

If you don’t surrender, you will die.

As for who the enemy is, Decorah doesn't know.

But what is certain is that they all have to die.

I just don’t know if the giant tribe that got in touch with Hagrid is also on the death list...

"Do you know their traces?"

If you want to hunt them down, you must first know their habitat.

obviously.

Bella didn't know.

"It's easy to know."

"only need to."

"Ask a few old employees of the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures."

"They have more or less contact with the giant tribe and know their habitat."

Trevor looked around for a while.

He was the first to reply.

At the same time, he looked at Decorah carefully.

It seems that he wants to see something famous.

see.

How could this little wizard, who was only fifteen years old, become a public figure in the magical world?

Popular with people.

Why did he become the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic at such a young age?

As a spy placed by Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic.

He understands the importance of these positions.

Is it because the Ministry of Magic is in decline, or is this person really good?

"The Cruciatus Curse is perfect for this."

"Master's intention is not to kill without mercy."

"We need to persuade him first."

"It just doesn't work."

"Just kill and silence them."

Rookwood had a ferocious smile and was a little mentally disturbed.

Spent time in Azkaban prison.

How many normal people are there?

By contrast.

Decorah is more like the little lamb that strayed into the pack of wolves.

Helpless and pitiful.

But it's true.

Is it really?

in the end.

Who is the most dangerous existence...

Although he didn't know the whole story, Decorah didn't ask any further questions.

It's no use knowing too much.

Since he is among the people assigned the task, then complete it.

There is simply no need to know that much.

Damn people will die.

Life is dying every day, so what if he knows.

"time limit?"

Decorah asked directly about the time limit of this task.

He didn't believe it.

Voldemort arranges tasks without giving specific restrictions.

"Nine days."

"We have to let the remaining giant tribes make a choice, surrender or die."

"As for destroying the enemy."

"That's not our mission."

Glancing at Bella, who had been smiling, Rookwood twisted his neck.

It seems that he is ready to give it a try.