HP: Slytherin disguise

"Is Decorah always like this?"

Fudge's eyes fell on Decorah, who was sleeping in Lucius's arms.

"Yes, he is more familiar."

Lucius smiled lightly and gently stroked Decorah's cheek with his hand.

"Oh~"

"Then when is it convenient to come to the Ministry of Magic to complete the formalities?"

"I think this matter cannot be delayed!"

“The longer we delay, the more impossible it will be!”

"How about you choose a nearby time?"

Fudge was all smiles and eagerness.

He wished he could kidnap Decorah into the Ministry of Magic right now.

"Not urgent…"

Before Lucius could finish speaking, Fudge grabbed his arm.

Fudge was a little excited. He grabbed Lucius's arm and said anxiously: "Didn't we agree..."

"In case Dumbledore discovers..."

"You have to know how powerful he is and how he can hear everything..."

The more he talked, the more excited he became.

Looking away at the arm that was tightly grasped, Lucius said nothing.

Just looked at Fudge.

Fudge was talking alone and no one paid any attention to him. He seemed to be talking to himself.

After noticing something was wrong.

He looked up and met Lucius's calm eyes.

Quickly withdraw your hand.

Fudge laughed dryly and said: "Okay, but I think it would be better to complete the procedures in advance..."

"How about we do it after the Quidditch World Cup is over?"

Smiling, Lucius nodded and said, "Of course."

"Decora likes people from the Ministry of Magic."

"He admires those Ministry of Magic officials who have strong execution capabilities!"

That’s it.

Of course Fudge understood everything and nodded directly in affirmation: "Of course!"

"Decora is so good, but when it comes to the logistical work, it's just nonsense."

"I will first arrange for him a suitable and useful position that can utilize his strength."

"of course."

"It will be gradually adjusted upward later!"

"I know this best!"

Both of them laughed, as if they had reached an agreement.

The noise was as deafening as a heat wave.

Decorah was woken up and stood up in a daze: "Is the game over?"

He rubbed his eyes and looked towards the arena.

There, Veela fought with a group of elves, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

A group of medical staff were also included.

"Of course! You woke up just in time, we are about to hand out trophies!"

Fudge replied quickly.

Followed by.

The box lit up with bright lights.

All spectators in the stands can see what is going on in the box.

Decorah looked confused.

The two wizards panted carrying a large trophy to the top box.

"Let us applaud the Bulgarian team members who are proud to be defeated and come to the stage!"

Bagman shouted.

Then, one after another, the defeated Bulgarian players entered the box.

The audience below began to applaud and cheer.

The seven people came to the middle of the two rows of seats and shook hands with their minister and Fudge.

Bagman shouted everyone's name.

Last on the list is Krum.

Decorah finally came to his senses, and his eyes fell on Krum's blood-stained face.

This man is none other than Krum, one of the warriors in the Triwizard Tournament next semester. He is also a student at Durmstrang Academy of Magic and a seeker for the Bulgarian national team.

Krum looked up and looked at Decorah who was staring at him.

Krum was a little embarrassed at this moment.

Still holding the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Looking at everyone in the box, Decorah found that except for herself, everyone else was sitting on chairs.

No wonder Krum looked at him.

Just as Decorah was about to sit down, Fudge happily pulled him over and said, "I remember you like Krum very much!"

"Of course, he's a very good Seeker!"

"outstanding!"

With that said, Fudge shook Krum's hand.

Pushing Decorah forward gently: "This is Decorah, he is your Quidditch fan!"

Decorah almost lost his breath.

He did like Krum, both in his past life and now.

Krum was the Quidditch Seeker he admired.

And especially want to know each other.

But how did Fudge know? And he said it directly!

Before Decorah could take his breath, he was pushed by Fudge.

He ran into Krum's arms.

The scene was quiet.

Decorah looked up at Krum.

The latter was looking down at him.

Decorah wanted to say 'sorry', but he really didn't mean to hit the other person's chest.

It was Fudge who recommended it! ! !

Embarrassment surged into her heart, and Decorah's fair face turned pink.

He took a step back.

There was no way, Krum was too tall, and he was so short.

They were too close, and they had to look up at each other.

"Victor Krum!"

Krum stretched out his hand and looked down at Decorah, whose face was red with embarrassment.

"Decora Malfoy..."

Decorah raised her hand and held it with his.

Krum's hand was very strong, and the strength was not small. With such a grip, he directly wrapped Decorah's hand.

"Hahaha…"

Fudge laughed.

Bagman quickly shouted Krum's name, and the entire stadium instantly burst into warm applause and deafening cheers.

Because the Irish guys still have to play.

Krum directly pulled Decorah aside.

Fudge nodded with relief.

I feel like I've helped a lot.

In the future, Decorah will definitely be twice as fond of him!

Thinking about it, Fudge began to shake hands with the Irish players who were coming in one after another.

"Merlin!"

"How cool! Since Decorah is a fan of Krum!"

"Oh my god, Krum is really awesome..."

Ron excitedly pulled Harry's arm, shook it vigorously, and exclaimed in a low voice.

Harry was shaken dazed by him.

But his eyes never left Decorah.

Hermione clapped Ron's hand and said, "Stop shaking! Harry is going to vomit!"

"Oh no!"

Ron quickly let go.

I was afraid that Harry would actually vomit in this place at this time.

After all, the entire box is now being stared at by tens of thousands of spectators below.

It would be embarrassing for Harry if he vomited.

"But... you have to know that Krum is really powerful!"

"He can turn the tide and catch the Golden Snitch..."

"Although I still lost..."

Ron changed his grip, this time grabbing Hermione's arm and shaking her.

"I know!"

"I know!"

"You don't have to tell me, Ron!"

"let go!"

Hermione was angry. If Ron was dangling, she would probably punch Ron.

Slowly letting go of his hand, Ron closed his mouth with a cautious look on his face.

The main thing was that Hermione at this moment had a serious face.

If he keeps making trouble, something will probably happen.

Soon, he heard the ridicule from his two good brothers.

Ron turned his head.

Then he saw Fred and George sitting next to him staring at him and laughing.

I saw him looking over.

The two looked at each other and began to imitate Ron's actions just now.