HP: Slytherin disguise

After fainting, Decorah found himself next to the stone.

He succeeded.

The excitement was hard to conceal.

Decorah turned around and looked around to confirm once again that he had succeeded.

He held his wand and used Apparition again.

Almost the next second, he appeared next to Dumbledore.

He took a staggering step forward.

Decorah shook his head.

The first time I teleported, I felt a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he didn't feel like vomiting.

"amazing!"

Decorah's laughter was as clear and clear as a wind chime.

Dumbledore looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance and suggested, "You can try teleporting to the farthest distance."

"The farthest distance you can teleport to!"

"Try teleporting and see where your limits are!"

He felt that when Decorah used it for the first time, he should be able to teleport to a distant mountainside, or to a mountain farther away.

But definitely not beyond here.

Therefore, Dumbledore planned to let Decorah teleport to his limit.

"Let me try!"

Decorah began to think silently in his mind, 'The farthest place, the farthest place...'

He didn't know where the farthest place he could teleport was.

That’s all I can think about the target location.

"Apparition!!"

With a wave of his wand, Decorah disappeared directly from the spot.

Dumbledore smiled and looked towards the opposite mountain. There was no Decorah halfway up the mountain.

"Today's young people are so talented!"

He smiled and continued to look up.

The more he looked at Dumbledore, the smile on his face faded.

At last.

Dumbledore looked up and down the mountain a dozen times.

Decorah was not seen either.

After being stunned for a few minutes, Dumbledore began to use Apparition to search.

"Decora!!!"

He reached the top of the mountain and shouted louder.

The sound echoed around the entire mountain.

But there was no response.

His expression was confused. It was the first time Dumbledore encountered this situation.

Now that I am a little at a loss.

After thinking carefully for a while, Dumbledore continued to use Apparition to search the surrounding area on a large scale.

Until it got dark.

He didn't find Decorah either.

Is it...

Decorah has moved so far out?

There was no other way, Dumbledore could only return to Hogwarts Castle in a hurry.

Go to Professor Trelawney.

Let her predict where Decorah went.

But what is unexpected is.

Professor Trelawney said that people have exceeded the scope of prediction, and she can only get a useless message.

That is, Decorah is far, far away from them...

Finally, Dumbledore realized that he was in trouble.

He could only call Professor McGonagall and Snape to the office to discuss countermeasures.

Dumbledore had just finished talking about the causes and consequences.

The way Professor McGonagall and Snape looked at him changed.

"How can you teach him to Apparate!"

"He's still a kid!"

"This is dangerous!"

Professor McGonagall was a little angry and started to accuse Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, who was very old, actually felt a little aggrieved by what he said. Professor McGonagall didn't know whether to continue talking or shut up.

"To the Ministry of Magic."

"Wherever there is a tracking record of whereabouts, there should be a record of where Decorah teleported."

"As long as he's in England."

Snape suggested aloud.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave for the Ministry of Magic now!"

After getting up, the three of them dispersed.

A place far away.

Decorah felt that the world was spinning, and he appeared on the sea in an instant, and then fell into the cold and biting water.

When she opened her eyes, Decorah was confused and shocked.

Where is he?

As the feeling of suffocation came over, Decorah couldn't care why he appeared in the sea, and just came out with all his strength.

Struggling in the water, looking around.

The sky was gray and gloomy.

This also makes the seawater look like stagnant water.

Not far ahead.

There is an island with many steep rocks, and the waves are constantly beating against the huge rocks.

On Stone Island, there is a huge tower.

The towering towers resemble abandoned castles.

It looks extremely cold.

Like a huge cage, the depressed person can't breathe.

Decorah couldn't care less.

He swam directly over and tried to use his wand to teleport, but to his surprise, apparation couldn't be used here!

It took a long time.

Decorah finally climbed onto a boulder.

Then he jumped onto the island.

I cast a refreshing spell on myself, and my soaked clothes dried instantly.

Standing here, Decorah looked around.

I found that I was surrounded by endless sea.

Decorah was stunned.

Also stupid.

How to run?

"Apparate!"

He reluctantly tried to wave the wand, with predictable results.

There is no way to teleport at all.

Since there are restrictions prohibiting disembodiment.

"What a ruined place, and you still have such restrictions!"

Decorah took a deep breath and looked at the dark sea water.

He can't just wander away, can he?

It was so far away and there was no direction. Where could he swim?

You can obviously teleport here.

Why can't you teleport away?

Decorah still remembers the location where he teleported, but he was there just now and tried to use apparation.

Not at all.

He looked blankly at the surrounding sea water and the gloomy sky.

It's not snowing here.

But it was bitingly cold.

Sitting on the ground, Decorah raised his hands and rubbed his face.

He had a bad feeling.

"Principal Dumbledore!!!"

"Where are you!!!!"

Decorah shouted, wishing Dumbledore was around.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, where are you!!!"

After shouting again, Decorah almost lost his breath.

Kicking away the stone at his feet, Decorah looked back at the tower-like castle.

"Why does it look so familiar..."

After muttering, Decorah still planned to go in to take shelter from the wind and look for clues to see where this place was.

Looking down, the figure enters the castle.

In front of the window on the top floor of the tower, an old figure stood...

Walk through the door.

There were actually candles burning in the recesses of the wall.

It was empty, as if there was nothing there.

The cold atmosphere intensified, and he looked at the dust on the floor and knew that there was no one here.

Otherwise, why would the dust accumulate so thickly?

And there are no footprints or any traces of life.

As for the candles.

Decorah can be understood as a magic candle.

Just like the candles burning in the Great Hall and corridors of Hogwarts, they are supported by magic and will never burn out or go out.

"Why does it look like a prison..."

"residence?"

Decorah held the wand, feeling extremely wary.

He saw the side.

There is a ladder leading upstairs.

Walking over, Decorah just climbed the steps and saw a text on the animal sculpture on the side of the stairs:

For the greater good!