HP: Slytherin disguise

【Hey Hey hey! Stop it! 】

[You are pinching yourself! Stop it! Stop it! 】

Seeing Decorah's eyes turn red.

Shu Ling was startled.

He quickly dissuaded Decorah from stopping.

after all.

The pattern is just a pattern and the pain cannot be felt at all.

So Decorah is about the same as self-mutilation.

Seeing the bleeding from pinching, Shu Ling was helpless.

[I didn’t expect this, it would be like this! 】

[I started it when you were eleven years old, three years have passed]

【I only discovered it recently! 】

[Absorbing blood is a recurring task I give to books! Three times a day! 】

【I really forgot! 】

[Just a few days ago, I had revoked this order! 】

[From now on, I will never absorb your blood again! 】

[Forgive me, Decorah! 】

【Stop pinching! I’m bleeding...]

Fonts appear quickly and disappear quickly.

Decorah was so angry that she cried.

He let go and buried his head in tears.

"Do you know how I got here in the past three years?!"

"Look at all my peers who are taller than me!"

"From not too obvious, to obvious, to very obvious again! Now there is a gap!"

"I'll stand in the same grade group."

"Just a junior student!"

"Harry is much, much taller than me...even Hermione is much taller than me!"

"hold head high--"

"I hate you! I hate you!"

The more she talked, the harder Decorah cried.

He felt uncomfortable when he thought that Hermione and Ron had bent slightly to kiss him in the top box of the Quidditch World Cup.

He was obviously taller than them in his previous life!

One person stands out from the crowd!

Why is he the shortest now? !

[Um...don't be too sad]

[Anyway, the three-year growth period has passed, and there is nothing you can do if you feel uncomfortable.]

【I don’t need to absorb your blood now】

【Slowly, you will be able to return to normal development! 】

【Isn’t it just a few years? No hurries? 】

"several years?!"

Decorah almost lost his breath.

In a few years, he will stand at the pinnacle of glory!

Is it possible that during this period, he will grow up as a dwarf?

Isn't this embarrassing?

Pure heart makes him uncomfortable!

【Hahaha…】

[It’s good to be shorter! look! They treat you like a child! 】

【Not even on guard! 】

【How wonderful this is! 】

[As long as you are the same as in your previous life, you will be a Malfoy with a gloomy face every day]

[Now you can be Decorah! 】

"I believe you? I have always been Decorah Malfoy, don't separate this to confuse me!"

[Okay, now that you’ve discovered it...]

[Let’s just say, can you wipe away your tears? 】

[Otherwise, if someone comes later, you may have to die on the spot! 】

What Jianshu Ling said makes sense.

Decorah quickly wiped the tears on her face and stopped the bleeding in her arm.

Ok.

He was so excited just now that he was so jealous that he even ignored the pain.

He directly pinched the place with the book pattern and drew blood.

If this could really pinch Shu Ling, he would be willing to scratch it with a knife!

Feeling Decorah's wrath.

Shu Ling knew that he had to express himself.

【You don’t know yet? The accumulation of these two years has made me full of change power]

[Want to extract emotions? 】

【or it could be…】

"Can I whip you?!"

Decorah had a heavy expression and didn't want to pay attention to Shu Ling at all.

[Hmm...Then you don't draw...]

[I will swallow the power myself...]

Pulling down her sleeves, Decorah stood up and walked to the door.

He is really boring.

As soon as he walked out of the minister's office, Decorah saw the door of an office not far away also opened.

From inside, a wizard wearing pink clothes walked out.

Decorah is familiar with this man!

Dolores Umbridge!

Fudge's confidant and Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic.

Senior Investigator at Hogwarts.

The person who turned Defense Against the Dark Arts into a display was Umbridge, who later appointed the headmaster of Hogwarts!

Oh--

Decorah felt that this man was the same as in his previous life.

Nothing has changed.

I still like pink and like cats and other animals.

Thinking of the fact that she had served as a member of that special operations team in her previous life.

Decorah didn't know how to look at this person.

fine!

If you don’t want to see it, just pretend you can’t see it!

Decorah instantly turned his head to the side, pretending not to notice that someone also came out over there.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face.

Decorah walked towards the elevator, intending to leave this floor.

However, there were footsteps behind him.

Umbridge seemed to be heading here too, and Decorah was a little afraid that this man was going with him.

To prevent seeing her.

Decorah quickly came to the elevator and walked in directly.

Just when the elevator door is about to close.

A foot in a pink low-top shoe reached in.

Blocking the door that was about to close.

Decorah shrank into the corner of the elevator, looking down at the ground, as if he had been sentenced to death.

Pretending not to know someone came in.

no way.

In his previous life, this man was a fellow-traveler and a fellow-traveler.

Suddenly faced.

Since he didn't know what to say, he wanted to avoid it.

Although, I don't know why I think so.

But Decorah just didn't want to bump into or talk to this man.

He could feel Umbridge walking in and standing next to him, waiting quietly for the elevator door to close.

Then go to the floor.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Decorah continued to lower his head and pretend to be dead.

"Which floor are you going to? Decorah."

Just when he was rejoicing, Umbridge spoke up and turned to look at him!

Decorah looked up, confused.

The two of them have nothing in common, so why would Umbridge call him by his Christian name? And also asked him where to go to the first floor...

now.

Umbridge was holding a large pile of parchment in her hand, looking at him with the same smile as in her previous life.

"I'll just take a walk..."

Decorah didn't know which floor he was going to, so he replied casually.

"Go to the second floor, you and I just happen to be together."

Umbridge didn't feel unfamiliar at all and was straightforward.

Decorah was confused when he heard this.

No, why should I be with you?

With an increasingly confused expression, Decorah glanced at Umbridge cautiously.

She was still standing in the same posture as in her previous life.

Always hold your head high.

As if she didn't notice Decorah's small eyes, she turned her head and looked over.

Just when they were about to stare at each other.

The elevator door opens.

Arriving at the second underground floor, the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go."

Umbridge walked out of the elevator with small steps.

Decorah hesitated.

Still followed out.

Go through two heavy doors.

You can see that the Auror headquarters is an open space divided into several small compartments, each of which belongs to an Auror.

If you go through another door, after walking down other aisles, you will enter a dimly lit and shabby corridor.

There is a broom closet at the end of the corridor, and in the door opposite is the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Articles.

The room was about the size of a broom closet, with two desks squeezed in, and a row of filing cabinets that were almost overflowing along the wall.