HP: Slytherin disguise

And fanaticism.

They were also brainwashed by the painted pie.

Thompson also has a certain reputation.

"How is the infiltration of high-level Muggle circles going?"

"Ok?"

He turned his head and looked indifferently at White, a young man in his thirties with short and long black hair that reached below his chin, a handsome face and regular features.

"Already more than half done, sir."

"The current progress is 70%."

"Except for some more difficult officials, the others are basically members of our Alliance."

White replied respectfully.

His tone was extremely straight. When he replied, he turned towards the main seat and lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly at Grindelwald who was sitting there.

This is a very smart and discerning man.

No wonder he can serve as a leading party member in this task.

"Very good, don't worry, take your time."

Grindelwald nodded slightly, and the indifference in his tone became much lighter, as if he recognized White and his group.

White's eyes lit up and he was extremely excited.

Not only him, but every task party member of the high-level Muggle community's infiltration plan was very happy.

Because Grindelwald recognized them.

There was some slight approval in his tone.

This is a kind of glory, a kind of supreme glory!

"Where is the progress of the Ministry of Magic's infiltration?"

Grindelwald ignored White and others, and focused his gaze on the other side of the long table.

The middle-aged wizard Edwards hesitated.

He said: "Only a few have joined the Ministry of Magic..."

"Office of the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Articles."

This progress is almost pitiful and even a little funny.

Some people were already lowering their heads and secretly laughing.

It's ridiculous to be in the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Articles. It's a completely useless department.

For Alliance, it has no effect.

Grindelwald said nothing and had no expression on his face.

No one can guess his mood or anger.

Edwards quickly lowered his head, and the other mission party members next to him also lowered their heads deeply.

Raising his head slightly, Grindelwald crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the chair to wave to Decorah.

After hesitating for a while.

Decorah walked over and stood beside him.

He didn't quite understand why Grindelwald asked him to go there, it was none of his business.

Raising his hands, Grindelwald stared at Decorah.

He seemed to be touching the top of his head.

No matter how stupid he was, Decorah had already figured it out.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly knelt on the cold floor.

Grindelwald put his hand on his head easily and rubbed it leisurely.

Then continue to look at Edwards.

"This progress is quite unfortunate."

The indifferent voice did not contain any emotion, but it made the air in the entire conference room feel cold.

The party members who were still snickering at first also shut up.

There was solemnity and panic on his face.

To Grindelwald, they were a group of dispensable subordinates.

Said to be a core party member.

However, once they are no longer useful, they will be just like ordinary low-level Alliance members.

Even death will be in a daze.

Even if they survive until the war begins, they will be among the first to die, just like animals.

Contribute a little to warm up, gather the heads and quantity.

So, in Alliance.

They must work hard to climb up and maintain their status and role, because they have no way out, either work hard or die.

Be a stepping stone for others.

Originally, just now they saw Decorah kneeling down without dignity and letting Grindelwald stroke the top of his head like a pet.

They also find it unbelievable, strange, and contemptuous.

After all, Decorah is an important and popular figure in the outside world, the youngest prefect, the best student, and the youngest professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Picking one out at random is enough to prove its excellence.

What's more, he is a powerful wizard who can cast such terrifying advanced spells.

Just kneeling down like that is devoid of dignity.

It really makes people feel dishonorable and looked down upon.

But now, they discovered that such a powerful figure was so humble in front of Grindelwald.

What about them? They are not even qualified to stand.

It’s an honor to even be standing here now! The most glorious time of their lives!

If they don't climb up, they won't even be able to save their most basic lives.

A cruel and powerful dark wizard would not care how many people died for him.

Only those who truly survive and follow to the end.

Only then are you qualified to stand by his side.

At this time, they must work hard and work hard.

Dignity is worthless here.

After thinking about this clearly, all the core party members looked panicked and anxious.

Edwards quickly lowered his head and said in panic: "Sorry sir!"

"Please give us another chance!"

"We will speed up the progress and work hard to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic!"

Everyone knew why he was panicking.

Maybe if you don’t seize this opportunity, the task will fall on someone else.

What will happen to the waste that has not completed its mission?

After all, there are many new core party members who are younger, more powerful and talented.

Thompson's forehead was sweating. Although this had nothing to do with him, he also deeply understood how panicked, scared and desperate people would feel if they were ineffective.

Xin Hao, he doesn't have that strength.

There is only the task of recruiting new members, which is also his life-saving talisman, and must be grasped.

Although Cook was not panicked, his face was full of silence.

Everyone is thinking repeatedly about their own value.

"Tsk——"

Grindelwald tilted his head slightly and said regretfully: "Not only are you useless, you don't even know some common inside information."

“It’s no use even if I’m given a chance~”

Seeing that it was about to lose its use, Edwards quickly looked up.

His face was full of panic.

"Sir, it is difficult to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, and there is a problem with the basic identity of our party members. Even if there is no problem, there is not much specialness, so it is impossible to join the job so quickly."

"Even entering the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Articles."

"It has already exceeded the limit."

He was right, it was difficult for the Ministry of Magic to infiltrate directly.

Either you have to have connections, or you have to be a newly graduated wizard to directly enter the Ministry of Magic and join the job.

People like them join the job halfway.

They all need to go through rigorous and demanding screening and screening.

There is no way to penetrate.

With a chuckle, Grindelwald patted Decorah on the head and said, "I remember you joined the Ministry of Magic."

Stunned for a moment, Decorah felt a chill down his spine.

Although Grindelwald's tone was gentle.

But for Decorah, there was no warmth, instead it was bitingly cold.