HP: Slytherin disguise

Riddle House.

Decorah apparated into the room instantly and fell to the floor.

Peter Pettigrew, who was breastfeeding Nagini, stood up instantly.

The milk jug in his hand was instantly knocked over.

It fell to the ground, and white milk spilled all over the floor.

Nagini spat out the scarlet snake letter and instantly became furious, wanting to bend down and bite Peter's neck off.

"Quiet, Nagini."

A high-pitched and cold voice came.

Nagini put down her attack state, slowly coiled herself on the ground, and stared at Peter.

Peter raised his hands in fear.

Trembling all over.

"Master, this is Decorah Malfoy..."

he said quickly.

He was afraid that Voldemort would be dissatisfied and Nagini would bite him to death.

Now Voldemort, under Decorah's care for several months, has regained some strength.

I guess now I can kill him with a wave of my wand.

Therefore, Peter no longer dared to refute Voldemort's words, and usually did not even dare to say a word.

Afraid of disturbing Voldemort.

Go see Merlin immediately.

The chair slowly turned around, and Voldemort, who was wrapped in a black robe, looked at Decorah, who was lying on the ground, shaking slightly.

Decorah looked embarrassed.

Beside him, Peter squatted down to clean up the ground silently, his face full of gloating and relief.

It seemed like Decorah would be happy if he got hurt.

But he does have to be happy.

If it hadn't been for Decorah, he wouldn't have been so worried for a few months.

He also lost Voldemort's patience with him.

Now he is dispensable.

He could be strangled to death by Voldemort for trivial matters all the time.

Before he could secretly laugh.

Another figure descended from the sky and appeared in the room.

It's Barty Jr.

He had taken off his mask and cloak.

Smiling and excited.

"Oh--"

Little Barty looked at Decorah who fell at his feet and exclaimed in excitement.

"Oh my god, I knew you were trying to be brave!!"

"Look, how embarrassing it is!"

"You should have fainted just now, I can definitely bring you here!"

"Then explain to the master."

"Why do you have to crawl out from the ruins and come back on your own?"

He knelt down and touched Decorah's pale face with his hand.

"roll…"

Decorah struggled to get up.

But he was held down by Barty Jr.

"Wouldn't it be better to be nice?"

He was as happy as if he had won a lottery.

"That's enough, Barty Crouch Jr.!"

Voldemort made a sound and looked coldly at the smiling Barty.

His gaze was like a cold tunnel.

Little Barty instantly stopped smiling.

At the same time, he also retracted his hand holding down Decorah.

Reluctantly getting up, Decorah knelt on the ground and raised his hand to wipe the dust on his cheeks.

His whole body was dirty from falling into the charred ruins of the tent, and his complexion was pale, making him look pitiful.

"How are you feeling? Decorah."

Voldemort asked coldly.

It was considered as being considerate of his loyal Death Eaters.

"I'm fine, Master!"

Decorah instantly resurrected with full health and moved over with her knees, trying to get closer to Voldemort and stay together.

Peter wiped the floor and stared at Decorah with resentment.

"ssssssssssssssssss..."

A cold hiss sounded in his ears.

He turned his head instantly and saw a snake head right in front of him, very close at hand!

Scream.

Peter sat down on the ground in an instant and almost fainted from shock.

Nagini slowly slid across his legs.

They came to Decorah's side, then curled up together and fell asleep next to Decorah.

In this regard.

Several people were not surprised.

do not know why.

Apart from Voldemort, the closest person to Nagini is Decorah.

Seems to like him very much.

Decorah knew why, because the book spirit absorbed the fragment of Voldemort's soul.

There is an intimate connection between the fragments.

As one body.

That's why Nagini likes to be next to Decorah and pester him.

"Stop making any noise, Wormtail!"

Voldemort stared at Peter with cold eyes, as if he had made another move.

It would be Nagini's dinner.

"Yes, Master!"

Peter got up and huddled in the corner of the room.

"The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin."

"I think I'm ready, Master."

Little Barty still had a smile on his face.

But less crazy.

"Ah, very good."

"Just throw Harry Potter's name in."

"When the time comes, he won't be able to escape!"

Voldemort's expression was ferocious for a moment, then returned to normal.

"Decora."

"Owner."

"You assist Barty Jr. at Hogwarts."

"Okay, master!"

After waiting for a while, Decorah was willing to get up and leave.

He had just left Riddle House.

Little Barty chased him out.

"I believe you will be an obedient and good student!"

"That's what the newspapers say."

"Excellent first-year prefect!"

He stuck out his tongue and smiled brightly.

"So, you're going to have to call me Professor Moody while I'm here?"

Seeing that Decorah ignored him, Barty Jr. continued.

"No, you are wrong!"

Decorah stopped, turned to look at Little Barty and said word by word: "I wonder, have you forgotten that I am also a teacher?!"

"As a practical class teacher, there is no reason for me to call you professor!"

Done.

Decorah continued to walk forward, trying to get rid of Barty Jr.

"Hahaha!"

"Don't be so angry, I was just kidding!"

"Maybe you can try calling it a name, that would be great!"

"The master will definitely be happy for us to perform like some others!"

"Do you want…"

Little Barty chased him like a ghost that couldn't be shaken off.

"Barty Crouch Jr.!!"

"Stop following me!"

"You are like candy that sticks to your teeth, it's annoying!"

Decorah turned around and stared at little Barty.

He didn't understand why this man talked so much and why he deserved a beating.

"Oh--"

"Sorry, don't be so angry..."

Little Barty didn't think he was annoying at all.

He still kept talking.

Decorah pulled out the wand and pointed it at Barty's face!

"Avada..."

next second.

The wand in his hand was snatched away by Barty Jr.

Little Barty's smile remained the same, but his eyes showed a fierce light.

"Don't be so excited, Decorah."

"I believe you are a well-behaved and good boy."

"A good boy."

"You wouldn't just point your wand at someone else!"

"That's rude!"

"You have to know..."

Little Barty's tone was full of warning.

Then, he used the wand he grabbed and pressed it against Decorah's forehead, slowly applying force.

"Be good..."

"Otherwise, I will be angry..."

There was a stinging pain in his forehead, and Decorah was forced to tilt his head back slightly.

But his eyes were extremely cold.

Staring at little Barty.

Until there was a puncture wound on his forehead and blood seeped out.

Sliding across his eyebrows, all the way down.

"Don't let me find a chance to kill you!"

Decorah said fiercely.