HP: Slytherin disguise

"One spot is missing."

Professor McGonagall spoke up, and you could hear that her tone was obviously much lighter.

"is it?"

"Why is there one less seat?"

Turning his head, Decorah looked at Mr. Filch who was standing in the corner.

The latter didn't seem to understand what was going on.

"Mr. Filch, please come here."

"I have a little question."

"I need your answer."

Wave.

Decorah glanced at the pale Umbridge.

Then he looked at Filch who was walking over.

Mr. Filch came to the table and glanced at Umbridge in confusion.

"Professor... no, Headmaster."

"What's your question?"

His first sentence successfully made everyone present pause.

Although he changed his tune promptly.

But it's obvious.

The principal's voice was too unfamiliar.

Decorah smiled, her eyes darting back and forth between Umbridge and Mr. Filch.

"I would like to ask, why is there one less seat?"

"You wouldn't make such a low-level mistake... right?"

"Look."

"Our Umbridge...Deputy! Headmaster."

“There’s not even a place for me now!”

Decorah drew his fingertips across his temples and spoke in a calm and indifferent tone.

Mr. Filch was visibly stunned.

Maybe he didn't quite understand why Umbridge was given a position.

After all, Umbridge has always been the headmaster.

Where else can this be arranged?

"But Principal Umbridge always has a seat, so why is there less?"

Mr. Filch turned his head this way and that.

Calculating why there is one less position.

Listening to his smooth "Principal Umbridge", Professor Flitwick lowered his head and laughed.

Umbridge's face turned pale and she turned to stare at Filch.

"Oh?"

"What about Umbridge's position as Deputy Headmistress?"

"Why didn't I see it?"

"Mr. Filch!"

“It’s so amazing…”

With a gentle smile and raised eyebrows, Decorah just looked at Mr. Filch.

this moment.

The sight of everyone in the auditorium.

It all converged on Mr. Filch.

Mr. Filch sensed something was wrong.

He looked around for a few seconds.

Then he reacted.

Especially when faced with Umbridge's hateful eyes and Decorah's half-smiling gaze.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Actually, Professor Umbridge has always occupied the position of Headmaster. She has never failed to occupy it."

"That's why Fairchild didn't arrange a place."

"I can testify!"

"It's not his fault!"

In this moment of complete silence.

Someone started to 'excuse' Mr. Filch.

It's Professor Flitwick.

He had a smile on his face, grinning happily as if he had grown a few centimeters taller.

It is clear.

Professor Flitwick wasn't really excusing Mr Filch.

It's about bringing things to light.

If you want to make a fuss, make it louder.

It's better if dog bites dog...

This was Professor Flitwick's first thought.

Although the wording is not very nice.

But his little brain really couldn't think of a more appropriate word than this.

What a good opportunity to avenge a private vendetta.

Thinking about it, Professor Flitwick laughed twice.

That was these two laughs.

Decorah had to turn his head away.

"Why do you know so clearly, Professor Flitwick!"

The smile disappeared, and Decorah stared at Professor Flitwick, his eyes becoming colder.

The smile disappeared.

Professor Flitwick's brain spun rapidly, and then he shrank his neck.

Somewhat embarrassing.

"I didn't know, I thought you were the person involved."

Decorah smiled again after the smile disappeared from Professor Flitwick's face.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, are you hungry?"

He put one arm on the table and asked Professor Flitwick with a sideways smile.

There was Professor McGonagall and Snape between them.

So when talking.

You have to probe slightly.

This way you can see each other.

Professor Flitwick, realizing that he was out of luck, quickly waved his hand, looking at a loss and looking particularly funny.

"Not hungry?"

"Ah...ah, yes, yes!"

Although Professor Flitwick was a little confused.

But I also knew I had to reply.

Although I don’t know why Decorah asked himself if he was hungry.

"Since you're not hungry.

"Then please get up, Professor Flitwick."

"Leave this position and leave the auditorium."

"Go back to your office!"

With a bright smile, Decorah reached out and gestured towards the outside of the auditorium.

Then he continued: "Give this position to those in need."

"Okay?"

His gray-blue eyes were smiling.

Professor Flitwick froze in his position.

For a moment.

His cerebellum shrank.

Not hungry… leave… the location… and give it to someone in need?

Turning his head, Professor Flitwick looked at Umbridge.

Umbridge was also startled, but then her expression changed again and again, her eyes flickering.

"me…"

Professor Flitwick turned his head back and forth in confusion.

Don't know if I should go.

After all, how could he leave on such an important occasion?

and also.

Why should he give up his position!

"Aren't you hungry? Professor Flitwick."

"Why hold on to this position?"

Decorah tilted his head pretending to be confused, as if he really didn't understand.

"Are you hungry? Umbridge...Deputy! Headmaster."

He straightened his head again.

He looked at the pale Umbridge standing in front of the table with a questioning expression.

Umbridge smiled reluctantly.

Forced myself to whisper: "Hungry..."

The voice was low and tinged with embarrassment.

"Hungry!"

"No Professor Flitwick heard."

"She's hungry!"

"Our Deputy Headmistress Umbridge is hungry!"

"Why don't you give up this position?!"

Decorah turned around and raised his voice to question Professor Flitwick, whose face was slowly turning red.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Professor McGonagall raised her hand to cover her face.

Snape also raised his hand.

Seemingly inadvertently covering the lower half of his face.

The teachers and staff sitting behind the guest of honor table.

They all started to move, making eighteen fake movements per second.

Either scratching his head or his neck.

The most common movements are looking left and right and moving the neck.

As for the students, they were already dazzled by the play at the moment.

I wish I had one more pair of eyes.

after all.

This semester is depressing and stressful.

There's really nothing interesting going on.

Now, I can finally see enough.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic all looked at each other and then bowed their heads in unison.

Don't look at things that have nothing to do with your work.

Face flushed.

There were tears in Professor Flitwick's eyes.

Slowly, his eyes became red.

Perhaps Professor Flitwick hasn't figured out what he did that was so sinister.

Will be questioned so loudly by Decorah.

Let him give up his position to the person who measures his height every day.

The key is.

The two men faced each other tit for tat, and it was he, the bystander, who was injured in the end.

Obviously he just told a few facts!

Why target him?

Why are you bullying him?

Why make fun of him?