HP: Slytherin disguise

Voldemort tilted his head slightly, his eyes showing a chilling chill.

It seems.

He still indulges Decorah too much.

So much so.

I dare to speak to him in this tone now.

The surroundings were extremely quiet.

Decorah looked up and seemed to have thought of the problem.

Correct.

It was his tone and eyes just now.

Ok.

He really didn't want to waste all his efforts.

It took so much effort to put on so many layers of disguise for yourself, how could it just disappear like this?

He hasn't had enough fun yet...

Thinking about it, Decorah planned to explain a few words.

Justify your words.

Before he could speak, Voldemort slapped him awake.

He raised his hands to cover his face.

Decorah finally became honest.

Even the restless little heart.

Also followed by silence.

Wipe away the traces of blood from the corners of your mouth.

Decorah calmed herself down repeatedly, trying to smile.

"I was too kind to you."

"still…"

Voldemort raised his hand and grabbed Decorah's chin.

Make him look up at you.

Then he slowly raised the hand holding the wand and said coldly: "Do you want to experience the Cruciatus Curse?"

The pinched cheek felt stinging.

Decorah smiled.

That smile was completely incompatible with the scene.

Although her fair little face was slapped red.

But it doesn't affect him at all, he can smile so brightly.

"Master, I am telling the truth."

"In order to achieve a great goal together, I naturally have to be cautious."

"I'm talking."

"Identity is a good thing, but if it goes to waste, how can you control everything..."

"You have to know exactly what I do."

Decorah's voice was extremely green.

Voldemort's hand holding the wand slowly lowered it.

After noticing Decorah's smile.

He no longer had such strong malice.

More tolerant.

At least.

There is no more plan to inflict the Cruciatus Curse on Decorah.

"Smart kids always like people."

Voldemort stared at Decorah with great interest, wanting to see what other tricks he could pull off.

He raised his hand and slowly touched Voldemort's arm.

Decorah opened his gray-blue eyes, with a hint of innocence.

"Owner."

"Don't you think I'm very useful?"

He wanted to pull Voldemort's hand away.

Make sure you don't get pinched right now.

It really hurts~

He doesn't know how to be considerate to his subordinates at all.

At least, he is still a relatively useful subordinate.

Just pinch him at every turn.

Even a human being can't stand it.

"You're right, the disguise is destroyed and everything will be revealed to the public."

"Now it seems."

"Disguise is your most valuable asset."

Voldemort suddenly smiled.

This smile has no warmth at all, but more of suspicion and depth.

This was the first time he discovered it.

As a little Death Eater, what I am proud of is not my identity and status.

It's the layers of disguise.

Unable to be threatened?

Forced to follow orders?

Are you afraid of yourself?

Just cry?

No, no.

This is just the most basic disguise, to deceive others and lower their guard.

At first, he was indeed deceived.

It is true that Decorah was tortured terribly by the Cruciatus Curse.

There was no hesitation at all when she shed tears.

It gave him a sense of arrogance.

I think no matter what kind of genius you are, you still have to be obedient.

Now it seems.

It’s really one thing after another.

Decorah noticed Voldemort's displeasure and smiled even brighter.

"If you don't pretend, how can you help your master achieve great things~"

"Only when you disguise yourself deeply and deceive yourself into it can you get everything you want."

"Master shouldn't mind."

"Your Death Eater, isn't he so smart, flexible and thoughtful?"

He had succeeded in pulling Voldemort's hand away.

Also rescued.

His chin and cheeks stung.

Don't look.

Red marks are inevitable.

That's right.

How can you have everything without pretending?

Without pretending, how could he make that old guy Dumbledore relax his vigilance and slowly trust him?

Isn't this successful?

Even if he and Dumbledore fell out.

I don't see him either. The other party hates me and takes action against me.

That's the strategy.

A smart and long-term strategy.

Disguise needs to be laid from the very beginning.

Everyone believed it.

Then you have to believe it yourself and put on more disguises.

Create a perfect image for yourself.

in the eyes of different people.

He's just a different character.

Although viewed from God's perspective, he will be very weird and inexplicable.

But it turns out.

He succeeded.

If it weren't for Hagrid, that waste of life.

Decorah couldn't be so impatient that he would tear off his own disguise.

How much is he now.

Still a little uncomfortable.

after all.

Not even an excess.

Voldemort looked on expressionlessly, and Decorah pulled her hand away.

Who made Decorah smile so brightly.

Otherwise, there is no way to escape the Cruciatus Curse.

"Arrange it yourself, just don't die too much."

finally.

Voldemort was the first to let go.

To him, they were just a few Death Eaters, completely dispensable.

Even if you die, there will be more substitutes.

But after all, they are also subordinates of his own army.

Use it to kill others.

Even if I don’t feel bad, I have to be a little unhappy.

Ok.

It's the little Death Eater who helps him.

Can’t be unhappy…

Bear with it...

His expression twitched for a while, but Voldemort didn't say anything.

Decorah didn't expect that Voldemort's complex, suspicious... temperament could easily agree.

It’s the first time that the sky has eyes.

But he really needed Death Eaters to overthrow the Order of the Phoenix.

Destroy them.

If members of the Alliance party were allowed to go, it would be nothing but trouble.

As for the Ministry of Magic.

Forget it, it's too obvious and specific.

Dumbledore didn't kill him.

He died quickly.

Ok…

These Death Eaters are the most suitable.

The Order of the Phoenix was destroyed, and they could only think that their location was leaked.

Even though I was angry, there was nothing I could do.

We can only move to other places and slowly establish contact.

They knew full well that Voldemort was resurrected.

Even so, it was impossible to go to the Ministry of Magic to inform Fudge about these things.

After all, this is completely self-inflicted.

They are Dumbledore's private army...

Fudge won't think too much at all, he will only think more and further...

By the time.

The news didn't spread.

They would have to enter Azkaban and enjoy permanent food and accommodation.

Decorah is pretty smart.

He has not become stupid because of years of pretending.

At the very least, know how to use some of your own strengths and strengths.

Although a few people will die on this trip.

But those are small things.

It’s not like she died anyway.

It’s not a big deal, just sit back and wait for the news.

I just don’t know which few lucky people will be arranged to accomplish this great feat.

Deeds that will leave a name in history...