HP: Slytherin disguise

"I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

Decorah felt a little guilty for some reason.

However, he still held on and found a reasonable and legal excuse.

obviously.

Bella couldn't refute this excuse.

after all.

If the principal doesn't stay at school, where will he stay?

Headmasters of all generations wish they could live in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the rest of their lives.

"When are you coming back?"

Bella bent down, with a mysterious smile on her face.

Somewhat crazy.

But Decorah is not afraid of this.

He's used to it.

"night."

"Can I leave now?"

He glanced outside.

Decorah thinks she should become a jasmine flower and go to Hogwarts...

As for why it needs to change...

Well, he didn't know why.

It's just an inexplicable impulse.

Bella said nothing and stopped playing with her wand.

There is a strange light shining in the eyes...

Instantly cheered up.

Decorah quickly kissed Bella on the cheek and said in a soft voice: "I want to go to Hogwarts, aunt~"

"Is that okay?"

"I'll be back on time in the evening~"

There was a look of prayer on his delicate little face.

The meaning of coquettishness is very strong.

With a smile on her face, Bella excitedly held Decorah's face with her hands.

Kissed him hard on his fair forehead.

"Little Longlong is so good——"

Placing a green apple flavored hard candy into Decorah's hand, Bella stepped aside.

He looked down at the candy in his hand.

Decorah smiled momentarily.

He threw himself into Bella's arms and rubbed her against her a few times.

Then he turned and left.

although.

Bella stole the candy from him.

But it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that this candy tastes great...

Hogwarts.

hall.

As the students arrived one after another, they sat down.

They were surprised to find out.

There was no food on the long table!

Before the students could say anything, Professor McGonagall walked in quickly.

behind her.

Follow the Hogwarts staff.

"Quiet, classmates."

"Everyone, please sit down and wait for the new teacher of Care of Magical Creatures."

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the guest of honor table.

He raised his hand to signal the students to sit down.

Although shocked and curious.

But the students still sat down obediently.

Shut your mouth and be quiet.

Snape sat in the seat behind the guest of honor, his brows furrowed all the time.

See him take a seat.

Professor Flitwick immediately went around and sat down, looking around with a smile on his face.

Professor McGonagall turned and glanced back.

He motioned to other faculty members to sit down as well.

Less than a moment.

Everyone is seated.

Everyone in the auditorium hasn't sat down for a while.

Umbridge walked in with a group of Ministry of Magic staff.

"It seems you don't have to worry about me, you've already made the arrangements."

He said something in his throat.

Umbridge waved to the staff behind her.

Go and sit down at the round table.

Under the disgusted and angry looks of the students, he slowly walked towards the guest of honor seat.

Then of course he sat in the middle position.

"Oh my god, she must be related to that position... she can't leave for a moment..."

"Can't you see the eyes of other professors?"

Speechless head tilt.

Hermione wanted to roll her eyes.

"Professor McGonagall was speechless, hahaha..." Ron looked at it for a while, then quickly turned back and laughed softly.

Seems to find this interesting.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione wondered if Ron was dying because he couldn't eat the chicken legs.

Is this interesting?

"Professor McGonagall has no news about Hagrid. Where do you think he went?"

Harry bowed his head.

He looked at the Gryffindor house symbol on his robes.

He really couldn't be happy.

Since Dumbledore left, everything has lost its direction.

wanton development.

If Professor Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts, wouldn't Umbridge be so rampant?

Watching the old man who once sat in that position be replaced by someone he hates.

Harry only felt tightness and cramping pain in his chest.

At the same time, he was also extremely panicked.

Sirius has not appeared since the last time.

Nor had Mr. Weasley sent a letter.

Even though the owl is under surveillance and control, there is no simple hello letter.

What happened to the Ministry of Magic?

With his mind racing with thoughts, Harry pressed his hands to his temples irritably.

Look at each other.

Both Hermione and Ron noticed Harry's uneasiness.

"Hagrid should hide, Harry."

"You have to know that the Ministry of Magic is looking for him!"

To prevent Harry from thinking in a bad direction.

Hermione quickly replied.

With a wry smile, Harry looked up and looked outside the auditorium.

Someone else came in.

Came this time.

All protagonists.

"You look a little nervous."

Decorah had a smile on her delicate face, and her pace was neither slow nor fast.

Briggs' expression paused, and the hand hanging by his side slowly clenched.

He didn't reply.

He just lowered his head in silence.

"Oh, principal, you are here too..."

"I thought you wouldn't come for such a trivial matter..."

The moment Umbridge saw Decorah.

He quickly got up.

Walking around the table, he planned to shake hands with Decorah.

But what made her a little embarrassed was.

Decorah put his hands in his pockets and had no intention of shaking his hands with her.

"This is Mr. Briggs, the new teacher."

"You need to take more care of him. He is introverted, taciturn, and not good at words."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Decorah passed by Umbridge and came to sit on the principal's throne in the middle.

"Please take a seat, you two."

"Don't stand there."

Raising her hand, Decorah motioned for the embarrassed Umbridge and the silent Briggs to take their seats.

The smile was forced, and Umbridge's face turned pale.

Briggs glanced up.

Then he noticed that there was only one empty seat left behind the guest of honor seat.

Obviously, that position is reserved for new teachers.

So there is no extra space...

So where does this woman in pink sit?

The auditorium was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone watched this scene.

This made Umbridge even more embarrassed.

Especially the students started whispering and whispering something.

The faces of other teachers and staff showed a smile of relief at the same time.

Professor Flitwick secretly cheered and wanted to stand on his chair and clap his hands.

Madam Pomfrey raised her hand to cover her mouth, trying not to laugh.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion.

She had to hold her stomach and laugh hard.

This time he finally let out a breath of bad breath.

I really don't know how high the sky is. I just punish the students on weekdays, but I also shamelessly ask the students to call me 'principal'.

Three meals a day, I wish I could have them inlaid in this seat that only a principal can sit on...

How arrogant is Umbridge?

At this moment, I also realized the seriousness of the problem.

Especially when he noticed the indifference in Decorah's gray-blue eyes.

She really felt it.

A chill.

It was accompanied by guilt and panic.

After all, she was too arrogant.

He is so arrogant that he ignores who is the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Plus, Decorah didn't care about this at all in the past...

Now suddenly...