HP: Slytherin disguise

March 1st.

France.

Located in the capital Paris.

A secret area (shielded from Muggles, non-official magic wizards, location memory needs to be erased when leaving)

This is a place that can be compared with the square.

It's full of magic.

The little stars suspended in the sky shine like stars.

Similar to the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

come here.

Decorah actually felt a little friendly.

But more.

It's bland.

Crowds are still pouring in from all directions.

They are wizards from all over the world.

More or less, he has some status.

Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t even be able to get in.

The noise was endless.

Everyone went in groups to the innermost part.

Different languages ​​mixed.

Noisy people get headaches.

Decorah raised his hand and rubbed his temples, wanting to press the pause button.

Take a good moment.

But this is a bit unrealistic.

"Director, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Percy's concerned voice came from beside him, which woke up Decorah who had stopped moving forward.

Hands down.

He shook his head and said nothing.

But move forward slowly.

Percy adjusted his collar and didn't think much about it.

He followed quickly.

Behind the two of them.

Following were representatives from the Ministry of Magic.

They were arranged by Fudge.

After all, it is also the election day for the President of the International Federation of Wizards, so we need to arrange for more people to come.

That’s enough face.

And Decorah.

He is a representative from the British Ministry of Magic.

As the director of law enforcement, the principal of Hogwarts, and the young master of the Malfoy family.

His official vote on behalf of the UK made sense.

Of course.

Mr. Garcia's overt and covert hints are indispensable for this.

Although Fudge didn't want to get too involved with Decorah and Mr. Garcia.

But under various reasons and pressure.

He had to send Decorah to Paris, France.

Attended the International Confederation of Wizards elections.

Go through the long aisle.

Next to the multiple doors into large lecture sports venues.

There were several door-checking wizards in white robes standing there.

Although it has been tested outside.

But this is not the same wizard identity test as before.

It is a test of nationality and location.

Different wizards need to be divided according to their positions and nationalities.

There is an eye-catching sign on the door.

Reminding the confused wizards what to do.

Unlike the many entrances crowded with wizards.

The most conspicuous entrance passage leading directly to the sports venue is quiet and quiet.

Very few wizards go there.

Maybe it's to distinguish the difference of this entrance and the inexplicable sense of grandeur.

There is also a long red carpet in front of the door leading to this entrance.

Decorah walked straight over.

Two gate wizards standing outside the entrance came to greet them instantly.

With a big smile on his face.

Comparable to the sun.

"The president has arranged for us to come..."

The wizard walking in the front stretched out his hand.

With a smile on his face, he wanted to shake Decorah's hand.

He lowered his eyes and glanced.

Decorah had no intention of raising his hand.

He didn't even pay attention to the two of them.

Go right through them.

Went in.

The two gatekeepers turned their heads simultaneously and looked at Decorah, who had passed by them.

The smile on his face froze.

The wizard who reached out quickly changed his target.

He turned back and held Percy's hand.

"Hello Mr. Percy!"

"The president arranged for us to bring Director Malfoy in..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Percy withdrew his hand and strode away with his head held high.

Obviously I don't want to talk too much nonsense with them.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

The wizard who stretched out his hand looked at his colleague somewhat depressedly.

At last.

The two of them still managed to smile and went to shake hands with the representative staff of the British Ministry of Magic who followed them.

"Dear representatives from the United Kingdom..."

"Hello."

"That's right, President..."

Thompson had a smile on his face and stretched out his hands with ease.

Have two people each hold one of their hands.

Prevented them from shaking hands with others.

The corner of his mouth twitched again.

The wizard who stretched out his hand almost couldn't hold back his smile.

"Well, hello!"

After shaking both men's hands vigorously, Thompson returned the favor.

Then he let go and left.

As soon as he left.

Other representative staff did not dare to stay any longer.

He quickly followed him.

The two gate wizards were left cracking in place.

Angry enough to vomit blood.

What a group of...inexplicable people...

What you see is a circular and vast place, surrounded by seats that rise one level at a time like stairs.

It's so tall that it rivals all the stadiums in the World Quidditch Tournament.

But this is not for competition.

There is plenty of access to surrounding upper seating.

Some wizards have already found their seats and are sitting there chatting with fellow wizards.

There were large and small black cloths floating in the sky behind the surrounding seats.

In the middle below the auditorium is a lake.

The calm lake water is very clear, and there are strange fish swimming in it.

In the center of the lake, there is a high platform for speeches.

Although it was a bit strange why the entire site was occupied by lake water, no one paid much attention to it.

There are all kinds of weird things in the magical world.

It's nothing.

Decorah walked quickly after entering.

Follow the flow of people directly to the seats above.

He didn't really want to sit in the front seat.

Wait until he sits down in a remote corner at the top.

Only then did he suddenly remember that he had forgotten about Percy and the others.

Logically speaking, they should sit together, after all, they all represent the British Ministry of Magic.

You can't sit separately, right?

pity.

He really didn't want to wait for these people.

I don’t want to sit together either.

Thinking.

Decorah no longer paid attention to these.

Instead, he crossed his legs and looked at his right hand.

Precisely.

It’s admiring the ring on your index finger.

the other side.

Percy was already sweating profusely, he never expected how long it would take.

Just lost it.

So where exactly is Decorah sitting?

He stood by the passage and kept looking around.

Until Thompson and others came over.

"Hey, who is that?"

"Where's Professor Decorah?"

The smile on Thompson's face was still bright, and it seemed like nothing could stop him from smiling.

"do not know…"

Percy shook his head dejectedly.

He is considered a sinner.

Even though he was walking so fast, he still lost his backbone.

The smile paused.

Thompson looked Percy up and down, his mind spinning rapidly.

If he remembered correctly.

This guy named P...um...Per...Percy.

Always very positive.

I wish I could always be by Decorah's side.

The eyes are constantly glued.

Completely accomplished, inseparable in the ultimate sense.

What a critical time.

Just lost it?

What exactly is going on in this man's mind?

What a stupid Ministry wizard...

Well, although he now also serves in the Ministry of Magic.

but!

He is different!

He is a member of the Alliance who will overthrow everything and rule the world in the future!

Core party member!

There is no comparison between the trash of the Ministry of Magic and him.

Thompson's expression changed for a moment, and then he regained his composure.

But there was some sudden contempt and disdain in him.

Still caught by Percy.

Although that expression is fleeting...