HP: Slytherin disguise

Ministry of Magic.

In the elevator, countless letter birds folded into paper cranes were fluttering.

Noisy people get headaches.

Decorah swatted away a paper bird that landed on his shoulder.

Staring at the net gate with some boredom.

at last.

The elevator stopped descending.

Arrived at the fourth underground floor.

Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

The door just opened.

Then a large number of paper birds flew out, and some paper birds poured in.

Decorah stepped out of the elevator.

He straightened his collar.

Then he walked to the reception room.

This is a large office space with many connected desks.

There are many staff sitting behind the desk.

There are also people coming and going.

Rushing in and out with stacks of parchment.

After Deco pulled in, he went straight to the separate office room in the innermost corner.

This is made of clear glass.

Inside, it is relatively spacious and tidy.

He just pushed open the glass door.

The idle staff sitting inside raised their heads.

Seems a little impatient.

The Department for the Control and Control of Magical Creatures doesn't have that much tedious work.

Not to mention, he is a registrar.

I really don’t understand, who would come here to bother me so bored...

"You're here!"

He stood up in an instant, and the staff member was frightened after just one glance.

The impatience on his face disappeared.

Replaced by tension.

The whole person is no longer so carefree.

Already so nervous that I was at a loss.

The sound insulation here is very good, and you can't hear the noise from outside.

Quietly.

Therefore, outsiders probably can’t hear what’s being said inside.

Can only be seen.

Turning his head, he looked outside.

Some staff members who noticed Decorah's arrival turned their heads and looked over.

After spotting Decorah looking over.

They quickly lowered their heads.

Keep busy with yourself.

I didn't dare to look up again.

"You have information about all the staff of the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures, right?"

Decorah sat down on the only chair.

He raised his head and leaned on the back of his chair to look at the staff who stood aside and stood straight.

This man is an Alliance party member.

otherwise.

He wouldn't be so frightened.

"Yes, I know all of this and can look it up."

He stood stiffly in place.

The staff's throats were dry, and their spines were chilled by the invisible pressure.

"Who has contact with the giants?"

"Or…"

"It's an old employee who knows the giant tribe."

Decorah's eyes drifted outside.

He was not staring at the extremely nervous staff.

"Now, no one has any contact with the giant tribe, except for a few staff members from long ago."

"They seem to understand this."

"perhaps…"

He lowered his head and looked through the information.

Quickly, he wrote down several names and specific information.

After tearing off the paper.

He handed it to Decorah respectfully with both hands.

"Just these five people."

"They all used to be in the same office."

"But because the Ministry of Magic excludes giants."

"If we don't set up a special group for giants, these people can only learn about it privately."

"But now."

"They have all retired naturally."

He held the torn piece of paper between his fingertips.

Decorah glanced casually and determined their approximate ages.

The oldest one is over seventy years old.

The youngest one is over fifty years old.

above this.

Written clearly and clearly.

Even after retirement, he has clearly recorded how many times he has moved and how many family members he has.

Current address.

Also marked in detail.

Five people.

No one is left behind.

Raising her hand to rub her lips, Decorah knew such detailed information.

Enough for them.

Find the five people as quickly as possible and find out the whereabouts of the giant.

Someone will always know.

Moreover.

How could the five people who were so eager to help the giant not know the giant's habitat?

If you say you don't know, you'd be lying.

lie!

He raised his eyes and looked at the staff.

A dazzling smile appeared on Decorah's face.

"Don't be so nervous."

"Work hard."

Standing up, he raised his hand and patted the staff member on the shoulder.

Then fold the paper in half.

Put it in your pocket.

Then he left here.

relieved.

The staff slumped in their chairs, unable to regain their strength for a long time...

Go into the lift.

Decorah looked at the paper birds coming in and out with an expressionless face.

Except the paper birds passing the message were moving in and out.

During this period.

There are also staff entering the elevator.

After reaching the main hall, Decorah walked out.

Go ride the lifts that exit the Ministry of Magic.

He waited for a while.

The elevator reached the main hall, and then the door was slowly opened.

Someone hurriedly walked out.

Directly, hitting Decorah.

Looking at each other, Mr. Weasley opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

There is nothing to say.

Decorah frowned.

He raised his hand somewhat displeasedly and patted his shoulder where he was hit.

Then walked into the elevator.

The door closed slowly.

Work up, rise up.

Mr. Weasley had a complicated expression, and finally sighed, intending to turn around and leave.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the ground.

He stopped, then bent down and picked up the folded paper.

Look around.

Mr. Weasley thought about it and determined that it was Decorah who dropped it.

He probably hit Decorah.

That led to it.

Paper fell from Decorah's pocket.

Hesitate for a moment.

Mr. Weasley accidentally opened the folded paper...

Left the Ministry of Magic.

Decorah subconsciously put his hand in his pocket.

But found out.

Something is missing.

Think about it carefully.

The piece of paper with the information of five old staff members was missing.

I kicked the pebbles at my feet away angrily.

Decorah didn't go looking for it. He had already written down the specific information anyway.

That piece of paper is no longer needed.

Just lost it.

It quite upset him.

Take several deep breaths in succession.

Decorah forced down the annoyance in her heart.

Use Apparition to leave...

Garden Street No. 10.

"He seems to know some other information."

"Tsk~"

In the living room.

The breath of death came to my face.

There were several bodies lying on the ground that were still warm.

Next to the corpse, a pale old wizard sat slumped.

He looked desperate and angry.

Eyes full of anger, staring at the crazy woman walking around.

this woman.

He was the culprit who killed his whole family!

He knows it!

This is the Death Eater who escaped Azkaban, Bella!

Two more.

Also a Death Eater!

Trevor clicked his tongue and sat down on the sofa nearby.

He raised his foot and kicked the corpse aside.

Attracting the old wizard's hateful gaze.

Bella walked around the living room boredly, destroying everything wantonly.

The sound of breaking vases resounded.

Extremely harsh.

"Old guy, you have a very tough mouth!"

Seeing the old wizard who dared to glare at him, Trevor smiled coldly.