HP: Slytherin disguise

Just when the two of them were looking at the Soul Eater and worried.

The soul-eating monsters hovering in the sky suddenly dispersed.

It's like it has a purpose.

Just spread out.

It flew around and then wandered around.

Like a guard.

Always monitor the movements of the outside world.

The aimlessness and idleness just now were completely gone, and they were reunited together.

This time they really dispersed.

It seems that something has been discovered.

That's why he showed his careful guarding so quickly.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

Looked into the distance.

really.

Someone is coming.

This person is not someone else.

It was the Decorah she 'had longed for'.

The young man has long silver hair that reaches his waist and is dressed in a simple black wizard robe.

whole person.

They all exude a gentle atmosphere.

Decorah looked at Professor McGonagall guarding the front door with a smile on her face.

He raised his hand.

Greeted: "Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall."

"Ah, and Madam Pomfrey!"

Go straight to the front door.

Decorah walked between the two and entered the front door.

Although Professor McGonagall did not reply to his words.

But he still smiled brightly.

It was as if he couldn't notice the indifference the two of them were towards him.

Professor McGonagall turned her head.

Decorah had entered the foyer.

Leaving behind a figure that gradually fades away...

It was Friday afternoon.

Students without classes wandered around Hogwarts.

due to certain reasons.

They were expressly forbidden from going to Hogsmeade.

So weekend.

You also have to spend time at Hogwarts.

Precisely.

I spent time in the infirmary.

Groups of students fell ill and had fevers, and there were not even seats, let alone beds.

I can only drink medicine while standing.

People from the Ministry of Magic will not care about this at all.

Just pretend not to see it.

Although they follow Umbridge around every day...

See Decorah.

The students in groups in the foyer all had different expressions on their faces.

There is hatred, anger, anger...

Anyway, it’s all kinds of things.

On the wall next to the marble staircase, there is a wall full of educational orders.

now.

Mr. Filch was standing on the ladder.

Nailed to the wall was a frame with an education order on it.

Below stood a proud Umbridge.

Her smugness and arrogance.

It came from several Ministry of Magic personnel who were following him.

With someone protecting her, she would naturally not be afraid of anything.

Ignoring the hateful looks from the students and professors.

Decorah raised her hand to straighten her collar.

Go into the auditorium.

It's not yet dinner time yet.

But who made him the principal.

The house elves at Hogwarts have the power to hurry up and make some food...

When Professor McGonagall walked in.

Decorah is dining.

On the long table, squatting was an ugly house elf.

It drooped its head, a little scared.

The house elf was visibly relieved upon discovering Professor McGonagall's arrival.

Relaxed a lot.

Putting the tableware down, Decorah raised his head slightly.

He looked at Professor McGonagall.

The latter came to the table and stood there unable to speak.

He seemed to want to say something.

But I couldn't speak.

After wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin, Decorah stretched out boredly.

Everyone is lazy.

"Is there something wrong with Professor McGonagall?"

"If you have any questions, just ask."

"I'll give you the answer."

"The premise is."

"You have to say it first."

The soft voice was filled with laughter and was exceptionally clear.

Make people like it.

but now.

Professor McGonagall really didn't like this situation.

She is not cold-faced.

It's all because of past relationships.

Without Dumbledore, she had to be strong.

Put students at ease.

"I want to know why so many Soul Eaters are sent to guard the skies over Hogwarts!"

"This is a naked intimidation!"

"If you had any conscience, you wouldn't do this."

Take a deep breath and face Decorah again.

Professor McGonagall could no longer suppress her anger and annoyance.

She is disappointed...

I don’t even understand what Decorah wants to do.

What's the purpose?

But no matter what the purpose is, this is unacceptable.

At least.

Soul Eaters cannot appear outside Hogwarts.

It can't even be presented directly in front of those poor children.

Let them face the Soul Eater.

Watching the Soul Eater, wandering in the sky.

Throwing the napkin to the house elf.

The smile on Decorah's face disappeared, replaced by disdain.

Intimidation?

This is not intimidation, this is surveillance.

Besides, they are a bunch of useless trash.

He was not qualified to arrange for the Soul Eater to threaten him.

There are so many soul-eating monsters surrounding and guarding.

Isn't it an honor?

This is a one-stop service in Azkaban.

Really ignorant.

After twisting his neck, Decorah said calmly: "What is a guard?"

"It's protecting."

"For the safety of teachers and students at Hogwarts, isn't it normal to send some Soul Eaters?"

"You also know it's not safe lately."

"so."

"Is there a problem?"

chuckled.

Decorah leaned her elbows on the table and looked down at the house elf clearing the plates.

Looking at Decorah who was completely torn.

Professor McGonagall didn't know how to face it.

What words should you use to express your feelings.

But she must drive away the Soul Eater!

"Leave Hogwarts with these Soul Eaters!"

The cold scolding sound was very abrupt.

It's also extremely strange.

The house elf quietly raised his head and glanced at Professor McGonagall with a cold expression.

The one who said this was Professor McGonagall.

This is the first time I've seen it.

Professor McGonagall ordered others so angrily.

Strong momentum and tone.

Give it peace of mind.

Only by driving away the bad guys can Hogwarts return to its former glory.

Professor Dumbledore would visit them from time to time.

Teach them to make all kinds of weird candies!

"what?"

stunned for a moment.

Decorah raised his head in confusion and frowned slightly.

He was in disbelief.

Are you talking about him?

No, where did this man get the courage?

He doubted it.

I heard wrongly.

Obviously.

Decorah heard it right, and there was no need for self-doubt.

Because, Professor McGonagall repeated it again.

This time I have completely let go of my complicated inner feelings and been straightforward.

There was no longer any hesitation to speak.

After all, she is a kind and serious professor.

She couldn't put the students in a dangerous environment.

After all, she has already derelict enough in her duties...

"I hope you know."

"The danger comes from these soul-eating monsters and mysterious people."

"They have fallen into darkness."

"This is a completely certain fact!"

"Only the people from the Ministry of Magic are still covering up the facts! Just let it go!"

"Let the mysterious man secretly reserve his strength!"

Professor McGonagall put her hands on the table.

He began to lean forward and spoke word by word.

Face.

He wore a serious and determined expression.

Decorah was forced to lean back slightly, his gray-blue eyes trembling.

He was obviously overwhelmed by this momentum.