HP: Slytherin disguise

At the door.

Decorah's eyes glowed faintly with red light.

A strange feeling came over me.

He raised his hand and stroked the back of his neck.

There.

A line that goes straight into your own nerves.

Getting hot.

He seemed to feel the presence of something.

The dragon that has been silent for many days.

He also woke up and lazily sensed the situation outside.

Decorah walked in slowly.

Staring into the iron cage, wanting to see more clearly.

That was with him...

He could feel their anger and irritability, their desire for fresh life.

The scent of desire to kill.

"I saw…"

Decorah's chest rose and fell slightly.

Haven't had time to see it yet.

His eyes were covered with hands, blocking his vision.

"Percy, please get out first."

There was a sound overhead.

It's Fudge.

At the critical moment, he blocked Decorah's sight.

Don't let it see the stumps in that area.

Although I can't stand it anymore.

And Percy.

Already started to retching.

It seems like everyone can vomit afterward.

This forced Fudge to allow him to go out and then come back in slowly.

You can't vomit this...

There are more than a dozen staff members here.

They look relatively strong.

I was not disgusted by this cruel scene.

Percy covered his mouth, nodded quickly and ran out.

People outside, close the door.

Afraid of being affected by this terrifying roar.

"Minister, after these few days of diagnosis, we have come to a conclusion."

"This thing can still fight even if it is killed."

"Still being manipulated."

A Ministry of Magic staff member stepped forward.

Said somewhat uneasily.

This conclusion is enough to shock the entire magical world.

Once proven to be true.

That was hundreds of times more terrifying than the Soul-Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses.

Nod.

Fudge's brows were furrowed from beginning to end.

A strong crisis arose in my heart.

The staff retreated and continued discussing the possibilities with their colleagues.

"We have to get it out there, right?"

"Decora..."

"This must not be concealed. It must be reported to the International Federation of Wizards immediately..."

Fudge now.

No longer hesitate.

Instead, he made up his mind to report directly.

At least this way, I can keep my position as minister.

There is no need to be frightened.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Fudge."

"Don't cover my view."

"I want to see them."

Decorah pulled Fudge's hand away and looked straight at it.

next second.

The few people who were still in a frenzy all calmed down.

Suddenly quiet.

Let the air freeze, weird and terrifying.

Everyone looked up blankly.

He looked over in disbelief.

Inside the iron cage.

Those 'people' clung to the cage and looked at Decorah with red eyes.

It seemed like I sensed something.

"Decora?"

Fudge looked at Decorah who broke free from his hand and moved closer to danger.

Instantly tense.

He walked over quickly, trying to catch Decorah.

He suspected that Decorah was emotionally affected.

"host…"

"host…"

"host…"

The hoarse shouts were particularly harsh.

It's so weird that it makes people feel cold all over...

Stepping on the ground covered with black and red dried blood.

Decorah's eyes were filled with blood.

Exactly the same as them.

"Lord...save us..."

"host…"

"Lord...please redeem us..."

Slowly kneeling on the ground, these 'people' were like fanatical believers, begging the Lord for protection.

No mania at all.

now.

Sober and fanatical.

Fudge watched in disbelief as the terrifying, indescribable 'person' in the cage regained his composure, knelt on the ground, and reached out feverishly, wanting to touch Decorah.

That's the time.

He sensed something was wrong.

The sense of crisis is getting stronger...

"Grindelwald!"

With a sudden angry scream, Decorah woke up instantly.

Back away from the cage.

Just crazy!

Grindelwald is a madman!

A madman who wants to destroy everything!

?Dragon...soul...control...that thing...

It's Grindelwald!

Briggs and that Inman went into the Ministry of Magic just to find something from the Department of Mysteries!

And this thing must be related to these creatures!

It’s also related to dragons!

And the dragon can control these 'people'!

So who is he?

What exactly does Grindelwald want to do?

clam down.

Decorah slowly raised his head.

The delicate face is full of indifference.

I don’t know when.

He had drawn his wand.

"Knowing too much is not a good thing."

"Do you agree?"

"Uncle Fudge?"

Turning around slowly, Decorah looked at Fudge sickly.

Almost instantly.

Several staff members got into a rage and attacked their colleagues around them.

Green light flashes.

More than a dozen staff members didn't even respond.

Then he fell to the ground.

Opening eyes that are gradually losing focus.

The ones who did it were Alliance members who had infiltrated the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge backed away slowly.

The whole person was in a series of shocks, which was difficult to accept.

He opened his mouth.

Unable to say anything, he could only shake his head at Decorah.

Trying to figure out what's going on.

Why is this happening…

"Although I don't know who allowed you to live for one more month, what is supposed to come will always come."

"Goodbye, Uncle Fudge."

Green light bloomed from the wand and hit Fudge directly.

He opened his eyes and slowly fell to the ground.

That's it.

He died here inexplicably.

Not even a single truth is known.

Maybe at the last minute.

He thought it was a dream, or that Decorah was joking with him...

"Open the cage."

Turning around, Decorah looked at the 'people' in the iron cage

Several party members dug out the keys.

Step forward and open the cage.

"Do you know what to say?"

The moment they came out, these 'people' pounced on the corpse and started to eat it.

Don’t forget at the same time.

Thank you Lord for your reward.

?The dragon is absorbing the power they contributed, this power.

Naturally, the same was given to Decorah.

"Fudge was controlled by these things and wanted to force open the cage and attack us with magic, causing the things in the cage to go berserk, affecting other people's minds, and finally opening the cage."

"It happened so fast, we didn't even react."

"It's a tragedy."

"Now, we have to run out and seek rescue!"

"And Mr. Director, your wand was taken away by Fudge."

"There is no control over the situation."

"We need to evacuate with you."

"And after I get out, I'll help you get your wand back and control these things."

"It's a pity that the minister died."

"There were other colleagues, they were bitten to pieces and not even their bodies were intact."

Party members are smart and well-trained.

In a few words, he quickly made up what happened.

Although full of loopholes.

But Alliance members have infiltrated the Ministry of Magic, and even if someone wants to investigate, there is nothing they can do.

I can only accept this sudden tragedy...