HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah quickly hugged Voldemort's arm and shook it.

other hand.

He pointed at the confused Dolokhov.

Trevor and Rookwood looked at each other and moved aside in tacit agreement.

Expose Dolohov from behind.

Accept Voldemort's sight.

Voldemort glanced at his arms held by Decorah.

Then, he turned his attention to Dolohov.

"Owner!"

"I...I...he..."

Dolokhov instantly fell to his knees on the ground, his face turning blue and purple.

He still hasn't reacted yet.

But it’s better to kneel first.

Voldemort frowned slightly and turned back to look at Decorah.

"Master..." Tears instantly overflowed from Decorah's gray-blue eyes, filled with innocence and sadness.

And a cautious look.

After watching for three seconds, Voldemort made his choice.

He took the wand in his left hand.

Aiming directly at Dolohov who was kneeling on the ground.

Eyes wide open in disbelief.

Before Dolokhov could complain, he was hit by the green Cruciatus Curse.

He fell to the ground instantly.

Screaming in pain and struggling.

Trevor hurriedly retreated to a distance and observed three seconds of silence for Dolohov.

The other Death Eaters retreated silently.

Turn your head away.

Only Bella watched with gusto and shouted excitedly.

By the way, I raised my hands and applauded...

"Master, you are so kind~"

Decorah said softly, her face directly pressed against Voldemort's arm, and she rubbed it.

"Don't pretend in front of me."

Stopped the Cruciatus Curse's torture of Dolohov.

Voldemort turned around, his voice cold.

How could he not see that Decorah acted deliberately.

And he acted openly and honestly.

"Cuckoo~"

Decorah smiled instantly, knelt directly at Voldemort's feet, and grabbed his robe with her hands.

"Master, what I said is sincere~"

"You have to believe me~"

Pulling back his robe, the expression on Voldemort's face became more and more gloomy.

"It seems that the master doesn't like this~"

Decorah stood up and once again lamented Voldemort's inadequacy.

This alertness...

It's on a completely different level than Briggs.

That's the time.

Decorah suddenly realized that Briggs seemed to have disappeared.

Strange though.

But Decorah didn't pay much attention.

Better not to show up...

As for Voldemort...

Forget it, just don’t take advantage of this disguise.

Anyway, some people like this.

"I think I could go to the Ministry of Magic now..."

Thinking.

Decorah plans to kill Uncle Fudge to calm down the situation.

"get out."

Voldemort interrupted him without giving him a look.

"Yeah~ Master, please remember to take care of yourself~"

Decorah didn't forget to say something disgusting to Voldemort before she left.

By the way, Dolokhov, who had just gotten up, kicked him back to the ground...

Ministry of Magic.

Before coming, Decorah did not forget to tidy up his image.

Even when riding the elevator.

He is still tying his hair.

Having too much hair is not a good thing, and it is a bit difficult to take care of it.

Exited the elevator.

When passing by a mirror for grooming.

Decorah stayed again for half a minute.

When he was humming a song and was about to knock on the door of the minister's office.

His hand was grabbed hard.

Then he was pulled back and came to the corner.

"Percy?"

Decorah almost didn't recognize Percy in front of her.

Because he was wearing dirty everyday clothes with a coat over it.

The hair is extremely messy.

There are pieces of hair hanging down in front of his forehead.

He had a wand in his pocket.

Decorah glanced at it, and felt familiar at just one glance.

But he didn't think much about it.

Anyway, this was the first time he saw such a sloppy Percy.

Licking his chapped lips, Percy still held Decorah tightly in his hand.

"Decora!"

There seemed to be something wrong with his mood.

Even the spirit is not right.

But those eyes were fixed on Decorah.

Moved a step.

A hint of impatience and indifference flashed deep in Decorah's eyes.

But on the surface.

He still looked at Percy confused.

Percy opened his mouth, and Percy's rapidly rising chest slowly calmed down.

"Minister Fudge is not in the Ministry of Magic right now!"

"He just went to the International Confederation of Wizards!"

After finishing speaking in a hoarse voice.

Percy looked around.

"what?"

"Uncle Fudge isn't here..."

"pity…"

Decorah tilted his head, a little regretful.

It seems it's a little late.

"Then do you know when he can come back?"

Withdrawing her hand forcefully, Decorah smiled.

Percy shook his head dazedly, but then nodded vigorously.

He hesitated: "I'll probably be back in about five months..."

"He will not come back during this period."

"I just found out too."

"The minister left without telling many people..."

Eyes twinkling.

Before Percy could finish speaking, he glanced around the corner.

"Go back, I will write to you when the minister comes back!"

Say this quickly.

Percy turned and ran away.

Decorah looked down at his hands, feeling a little uneasy.

Just now Percy touched himself with a dirt-covered hand.

Really use your hands.

But why are there no marks on his hands?

No trace of dirt whatsoever.

Not even a speck of dirty dust remained.

Watched for a few minutes.

Decorah didn't wait any longer, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

In the elevator, Decorah saw a staff member as soon as he entered.

Probably an Auror.

"Good morning, Mr. Director!"

"Um...Hello~"

As the elevator started, the Auror asked curiously while reading the documents: "Director, are you here to see the minister?"

"Yes~"

"The minister has missed you for a long time. He was telling us about you not coming to see him more than ten minutes ago."

"It's really just a matter of mention."

"The minister's mood these days is probably so good that he can sing a song at any time!"

This Auror was very talkative and his tone was very relaxed.

But what to say.

But it made Decorah thoughtful.

Did Fudge ever leave the Ministry of Magic?

Shaking his head, Decorah was no longer thinking about these things.

Forget it, May is May.

Same thing morning and night.

The elevator reached the hall, and the Auror did not forget to say goodbye before leaving.

The corner of his eye swept across the hall.

Decorah saw a familiar figure from behind.

It's Percy.

But he seemed to have put on a clean suit.

Not at all embarrassed as before.

Staring down at the upper, Decorah waited for the elevator to rise...

The first thing Decorah did when she returned to Malfoy Manor.

Just use magic to sort out the damage inside.

Although the trip to the Ministry of Magic was in vain, he still left Riddle House early.

He didn't want to hear what Voldemort had to say to brainwash those losers.

Of course.

Do not rule out those useless suggestions and talkative plans.

After cleaning up Malfoy Manor.

Decorah went back to the room to wash up.

After taking a shower, he changed into a nightgown and jumped onto the bed.

Fall down and go to sleep.

No hesitation at all.

Not even covered with quilt.

I have to sleep again to make up for the suffering I suffered at Hogwarts last night...