HP: Slytherin disguise

"vomit…"

After finishing retching, Percy quickly washed his face and prepared to go back quickly.

He had just returned to the corridors of the Department of Mysteries.

Then I noticed something was wrong.

Because all the guards on the perimeter are gone.

Something was obviously wrong.

No time to think too much.

Percy sprinted back through the corridor.

Just turned down the corridor.

There was a crowd of people in front of him.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Accompanying.

There was also someone’s commanding voice.

Percy, who didn't know what was going on, hurriedly squeezed in, shouting as he squeezed, "What's wrong?"

"what happened?"

"What are you doing here?"

The people around them turned their heads.

There was a flurry of explanations.

"Dead people..."

"That thing came out and killed people."

"The minister is gone too..."

...

Chattering.

Percy stopped and his expression changed.

"What did you say!?"

"Something happened to the minister?!!"

"how come!"

He raised his hand to grab someone's collar and asked loudly in disbelief.

The scene was successfully silenced.

Everyone turned their heads.

Looked over.

Most people had the same indifference on their faces.

There seems to be nothing shocking about this news...

leftover.

They all looked sad and panicked.

It is really.

Everything happened so suddenly.

Minister their death.

It's also extremely sloppy.

It's hard to accept, even though everyone was fine just now.

This sacrifice was too sudden.

Fortunately, the director is fine...

Otherwise, their British Ministry of Magic will collapse...

"The minister went crazy. He was controlled by that thing and wanted to open the cage, and used magic to attack the people inside."

"Those things are stimulated and become even more violent."

"Leading more people to be affected."

"Finally the cage was opened..."

"But fortunately, the director killed those things..."

The guard looked up at an angry, unacceptable Percy.

Describe what just happened.

Percy felt dizzy.

The whole world seemed to be collapsing.

Someone stepped forward and pulled him away to prevent him from being stimulated and hurting others.

Look at the cold, sad faces around you.

Percy had to accept this cruel and helpless fact.

He just went out for a while...

How did that happen?

The minister is gone, what should he do?

For a moment, Percy didn't know what to do.

until.

The people at the front made way.

Percy looked up and saw bodies and blood on the ground.

The corpses were bloody and bloody.

Those who were bitten could not see clearly their true appearance.

And those horrible things have become broken limbs.

My stomach was churning.

Percy almost threw up.

Fortunately, someone showed up in time.

Blocked this disgusting scene.

It was Decorah, and a few surviving guards inside.

Their bodies were more or less stained with blood.

"Clean up the scene."

"We need to have a meeting to explain this tragic accident."

"Announce it and then report it to the International Federation of Wizards."

"Hopefully, the bodies can still be identified..."

Raise your hand to wipe the ends of your eyes.

Decorah's delicate and small face was full of sadness.

At the same time, he turned back, pointed at a bloody corpse and said, "That's right."

"That's Uncle Fudge's body."

There was movement around.

Start to clean up the corpses and blood stains all over the ground.

Carry out the bodies one by one.

To tell who it is.

With a hint of reluctance on his face, Decorah covered his lips and leaned fragilely in the arms of an Alliance member.

He said in a trembling voice: "It's so sudden..."

"My dear Uncle Fudge..."

"Why did you suddenly leave me?"

"It's all my fault, I had no defense, my wand was taken away, I couldn't take action in time..."

As he spoke, Decorah buried his face in the arms of others.

Like a broken delicate doll.

It's really painful and unbearable to watch.

The Alliance party member raised his hand to comfort Decorah, who was crying.

That's this moment.

Percy's mind cleared.

He hurried forward and said with a shocked look on his face: "I don't blame you, Director..."

"As long as you're okay."

"The Ministry of Magic cannot live without you. Director, please don't be too sad and cheer up!"

The surrounding party members stepped forward and acted as actors.

Follow the comfort and treat this as an accident.

And then there’s downplaying the horror of those things.

Think of these things as demonized or dark wizards who drank forbidden drugs...

Fudge is dead.

The British Ministry of Magic has lost a highly respected minister.

When this information is released.

The wizards in the magical world were in disbelief.

Not sure what happened at all.

Even the lower-level and ordinary staff of the Ministry of Magic didn't know what was going on.

But there was no time for a moment of silence.

The Ministry of Magic began planning for the next Minister.

The Daily Prophet also began reporting speculation.

Who will be the next minister?

But obviously.

Everyone has acquiesced in the fact that one person will be the next minister...

That's Decorah.

This genius little wizard in the magic world.

Current Headmaster of Hogwarts and Director of the Ministry of Magic...

And Decorah.

At the moment, I am attending a high-level meeting of the Ministry of Magic.

Huge conference room.

packed with people.

Sitting around the long table were senior officials, department heads, etc.

The ones standing were the core staff.

Decorah sat in his position as director.

Next to her, is Umbridge.

She seemed to have lost her motivation and was completely absent-minded.

After all, her big backer is gone...

The main seat is empty.

There is a white flower placed on it in a fake way.

It was a moment of silence for Fudge.

"So, those things are dark wizards?"

"Looking at it this way, it's more convincing."

"It should be that he took banned drugs."

"Also a possibility."

"Why do I feel like it's a werewolf?"

"We don't rule out the possibility."

"You damn werewolf, there's obviously something wrong with this!"

"Who do you think you are! How dare you contradict several division chiefs!"

"Come here, kick him out!"

There was a commotion in the conference room.

Decorah just watched the illogical speculations of several department heads.

Once someone wakes up and refutes.

They will be driven out angrily.

Decorah chose to remain silent.

Because it's meaningless.

People are dead, and those things have been eliminated into debris.

Know these things.

They are also high-level personnel, and there are very few people who know clearly.

so now.

Things started to get unclear.

blurry.

Everyone is more willing to believe that this is just a dark wizard or something.

How could it be something terrifying?

It’s just nonsense…

"Gentlemen, Directors, I think this is something strange..."

“You might as well think about it.

"How could a dark wizard..."

One man mustered up the courage to raise his hand and tried to say something.

But next second.

Then someone took him out and threw him in the corridor.

There is simply no shame left.

The gentlemen and directors were still chatting animatedly.

I didn't even notice that someone made a sound just now...