HP: Slytherin disguise

"In this campaign, we have the honor to meet senior figures from the Ministry of Magic of various countries."

"Next."

"I would like to invite the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Madam Maxime."

“The right to vote this time.”

"There's also Madam Maxime's share."

Shi Shi's loud voice echoed throughout the place.

The wizards in the audience applauded.

Finally, after several opening ceremonies.

The real link.

It also officially started.

On a high platform in the center of the ice.

Standing was Mr. Garcia, flanked by three or four senior members of the International Federation of Wizards.

Except them.

It is the young man standing on the edge of the high platform.

The young man was wearing a black wizard robe and had a smile on his face.

The voice was full of laughter and a little hoarse.

It was this young man who spoke.

It was also the source of the sound that made Decorah uncomfortable, completely unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar.

in applause.

A tall figure stood in the front row.

It was Ms. Maxim wearing a gorgeous black satin robe. Her hair was neatly combed.

Wearing a huge gemstone necklace around her neck.

Ten fingers are also covered with rings.

Sitting around her were senior students from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Fleur was sitting next to her.

Although she has graduated, it does not prevent her from appearing here as an outstanding graduate of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

not to mention.

This opening ceremony, the first dance.

She was the one who took the lead.

As a student that Ms. Maxim favors.

Returning to your alma mater is nothing but kindness.

Sitting next to the Beauxbatons magic students were representatives from the French Ministry of Magic.

Because it is my home court.

They don't seem to have any tension or unnecessary emotions.

Sitting very relaxed.

From time to time, he would applaud and smile.

Ms. Maxim lowered her head and whispered something to Fleur beside her.

Fleur's beautiful face appeared on the curtain.

With a smile on her lips, she looked up as Madame Maxime left the audience.

It seemed that he was aware of his appearance on the curtain.

Fleur straightened her back without any stage fright.

Smile more gracefully and charmingly.

There were murmurs at the scene, and many young wizards blushed.

I want to see it but I’m embarrassed to see it.

Madame Maxime stepped across the ice and up the steps.

The young man stepped forward, stretched out his hand and politely helped Ms. Maxim to the high platform.

Then consciously return to the original position.

Mr. Garcia tilted his head, and Mr. Gonzalez beside him immediately handed over the tray he was holding.

On the tray, there are seven complicated long tickets.

Almost like a collection of art.

But this is not a work of art, but a precious voting right in the presidential election.

What’s interesting is that several old gentlemen who are also running for office are sitting in the first row of the auditorium.

Although they are also candidates for president.

But there was no chance to even show up on a high platform.

It's almost like a foil.

The whole process has nothing to do with them.

Mr. Garcia picked up a ticket granting the right to vote and handed it to Ms. Maxime.

Ms. Maxim's hands were shaking.

But I still kept the ticket firmly.

She moved her lips slightly and whispered something to Mr. Garcia.

Mr. Garcia nodded with an easy smile.

"please."

A staff member trotted up and led Ms. Maxim to a hidden room next to the venue.

Before leaving, Ms. Maxim did not forget to look back at Mr. Garcia.

The two were relatively speechless.

In the end, they all looked away tacitly.

The young man cleared his throat, and the next person invited to the stage was the representative of the United States Ministry of Magic.

A gray-haired old wizard.

He looked confused.

Someone needs to help you get up onto the platform.

That's true.

It didn't stop him from holding on to the ticket handed over by Mr. Garcia.

It can be seen that this is a respected old wizard.

At least.

He has high prestige and knowledge in the United States Ministry of Magic.

Although not many people at the scene knew him.

The old American wizard was helped into the room.

The young man raised his head and planned to continue speaking.

But this time, don't wait for him to say anything.

The representative staff of the French Ministry of Magic stood up directly and walked up.

This is a gentleman in his forties with a smile on his handsome face.

He was wearing a black suit with a bright rose on his chest.

Quickly ascend to the high platform.

The representative staff of the French Ministry of Magic came directly to Mr. Garcia and raised his hand to take the third ticket.

Cheers rang out.

All the French wizards present applauded.

They are celebrating that their country has two voting rights.

This is simply a great honor.

Although I don’t know how the tickets were arranged.

But it's very special.

"Next..."

"Representatives from the British Ministry of Magic are invited."

The voice paused for a moment, and the young man raised his head, a mysterious look flashing in his eyes.

Where no one notices.

He stuck out his tongue.

Because of excitement, my hands were shaking...

After adjusting his collar, Decorah stood up and prepared to go down.

But then I thought about it.

He suddenly laughed.

"Are you still following me?"

That's right.

he was asking Briggs.

Although I knew this person definitely couldn't go.

But you have to worry about it.

As expected, Briggs had a dull expression and said nothing.

Not even looking up.

Seems to be escaping from something.

"Maybe after a while...you won't be able to find me~"

Decorah bent down in front of Briggs and looked at him with a smile.

That smile was open and unrestrained.

"you…"

Briggs clenched his fists tightly, his face turning blue and blue.

But he still chose not to speak.

And twist his head.

"It's boring."

Decorah straightened up, raised her hand and pushed Briggs' head.

Borrowed from him.

Head to the aisle.

Curtain transition.

A bright smile appeared on the face of the boy with long silver hair.

Decorah, who was in a great mood, did not get tired of the outstretched hands from both sides of the aisle this time.

And the chirping excited shouts.

He raised his hand and skipped across the aisle, his fingertips tracing the stretched hands of those people.

Especially when passing through the aisles between Beauxbatons students and representatives from the French Ministry of Magic.

A representative from the French Ministry of Magic looked up.

He quickly stretched out his hand.

Shake hands with Decorah.

And very quickly, he bent sideways and placed a kiss on the back of his white hand.

Fleur stood up and crossed the female student beside her.

Stretch out your hand.

Let Decorah slide across her palms as she passed through the many outstretched hands.

The representative from the French Ministry of Magic turned around, stretched out his hand, and sniffed with his eyes closed obsessively.

Then, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Several colleagues beside him nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

At the same time, he smiled sadly.

It's a pity that they didn't have time to get up...

Take small steps up to the high platform.

Decorah directly avoided the young man's hand.

Didn't let him get in touch with her.

The young man's expression changed slightly, but then his smile returned.

The smile in his eyes deepened.

The wizards in the audience all stood up and applauded endlessly.

He expressed his love for Decorah, the representative of the British Ministry of Magic, very directly.

Decorah is a household name in the wizarding world.

Even if someone doesn't understand it very well.

But now, under the young man's bright smile, he began to like her unknowingly.

This smile is really bright and sunny.

Like medicine that heals pain.

Make people smile.

The mood turned from gloomy to sunny.