HP: Slytherin disguise

But before he could stand firm, another blue light hit him.

After falling to the ground, Decorah felt the pain in his chest almost explode. He put his hands on the gravel-covered ground and tried to get up.

But next second.

He was hit again by the blue light.

The attack directly tore the wound on his shoulder, turning it into a bloody mess.

Her long hair was messy, and Decola's consciousness was blurred in pain.

This playful torture.

It had been going on for more than two hours, but Grindelwald refused to give him a fatal blow.

He kept looking down at him.

Then, say a few words full of laughter.

The flame had long been extinguished and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

The blackened ground.

It was also covered by the heavy snow that fell again.

In a daze, it seemed like nothing had happened.

But there were dazzling blood stains on the snow.

"how?"

"Can't you get up now?"

Grindelwald stepped across the blood-stained snow and slowly approached Decorah.

In his hand, he still held the wand casually.

Always have a smile on your face.

After hearing these two words, his dull eyes suddenly showed a fierce look.

Decorah endured the tearing pain in his shoulder.

Staggeringly, he got up from the ground and stood still in the snow.

The blood on his pale face had solidified.

The blood on his body has already frozen.

Even though he was in a miserable state, his gray-blue eyes were still fierce.

It was the kind of ferocity that was aroused.

"Very brave."

Grindelwald smiled, his smile particularly cold.

"You know, I don't want this outcome."

"But why are you so disobedient? Let me think about it, do you think you are qualified...to have dignity in front of me?"

"Ok?"

He raised his wand.

Slowly poking into the bloody wound on Decorah's shoulder.

Then stir vigorously and slowly.

Blood seeped out quickly and dripped onto the snow.

"The blood alliance is the dignity I give you, and it is also your last dignity!"

"Only what I give you is!"

"What do you think you have the right to have dignity in front of me?"

"Excellence, talent, status?"

"These are indeed qualified by others."

"But for me..."

"You are not qualified enough. Compared with that group of useless trash, it is your honor that I can personally teach you how to put down your dignity."

"You should be honored, shouldn't you?"

His expression gradually turned cold, and Grindelwald lost his patience.

For him, what he wants is absolute surrender and compliance.

When he made the blood pact, he thought he could treat each other as equals.

But in fact, he couldn't.

His strong desire to control and dominate makes him intolerant of anyone being outside of his plans and outside of his control.

As the greatest dark wizard.

These are absolutely not allowed.

No one can have dignity in front of him!

If there is... then step hard!

Did you step on it? Hit it to no avail! Absolutely cruel!

Although Decorah was injured and embarrassed, this did not prevent him from having his own pride in his heart.

Why can't he have it?

In his rebirth, he possesses the highest honor and status, as well as extraordinary strength.

Even without these, as a pure-blood wizard.

Nor can we lose the dignity and pride that are more important than life.

What's more, he has everything!

He has no shortage of strength, status, and identity!

all!

Even if he died, he couldn't really let go.

It’s okay to pretend, but it’s absolutely not okay to be serious!

"dream…"

Decorah's voice was trembling and hoarse.

But what he said made Grindelwald look coldly in his eyes.

"very good…"

"I want to see how tough you are."

"How naughty!"

"Not good at all..."

Smiling, he kicked Decorah down hard.

Then I just watched him struggle and get up.

After Decorah got up, he kicked him down again.

"stand up."

Grindelwald's tone was smiling and extremely casual.

Staring at Grindelwald fiercely, Decorah got up again. His face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss or too painful wounds.

Even so, he staggered to his feet.

"Why... do you think... that I... have to... kneel at your feet all the time?"

Blood dripped from the corner of Decorah's mouth, and snowflakes fell on his platinum hair.

Grindelwald smiled and raised his hand.

Slowly, she touched his pale face.

"Because...I am sure to cure you, Decorah..."

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Decorah hard on the face.

Slap him down on the snow.

"Can't you be smarter?"

"Why did you suddenly become stupid and want to compete with me?"

Grindelwald turned slightly and pretended to be confused: "Is it difficult to kneel down?"

"As long as you put down the dignity you shouldn't have."

"Kneel at my feet and I won't care about your disrespect and pride."

"How's it going? Decorah."

"I've already taken a step back for you~"

Due to excessive blood loss, Decorah felt that all the blood in his body was about to coagulate and he was frozen.

The body trembled involuntarily.

My face was burning and hurting.

But this pain made his vague will clear up a lot.

He held his hands on the snow, and even though his palms were cut by the sharp gravel under the snow, he insisted on standing up.

The smile on his face disappeared, and Grindelwald pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, looking at Decorah, who held his head up like a peacock, and remained arrogant no matter how embarrassed he was.

"Do you think I won't kill you?"

"Indeed..."

"With the blood alliance here...I really can't kill you..."

After murmuring a few words, he seemed to have suddenly figured out something.

After kicking Decorah down again, Grindelwald regained his patience.

"Tsk, but I have plenty of time."

"I want to see how tough you can be!"

Seeing that Decorah was about to get up again, he directly raised his foot and kicked him down again.

After struggling for a while, Decorah really ran out of energy.

But his remaining willpower allowed him to stand up even if he had no strength.

Be sure to stand up.

Even if you get kicked down...

Grindelwald looked down at him with his hands behind his back, struggling feebly.

Seems to be boring.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the castle, where stood a large group of Alliance party members.

They seemed to be standing there watching from beginning to end.

Witnessed the whole process.

See Grindelwald look over.

Cook, who had been stunned for a long time, suddenly woke up. He quickly turned around and ran back into the hall.

His face was full of panic.

Thompson reacted without any hesitation, and rushed into the hall with a rolling and crawling body. He even sprained his feet and limped inside.