HP: Slytherin disguise

With a faint blue light flashing.

Two dull sounds of landing broke the tranquility and depression in the cemetery.

"Where are we?"

A voice full of confusion and panic sounded.

Harry and Cedric let go of the Goblet of Fire on the ground, climbed up, and looked around with puzzled faces.

"Has anyone told you that this trophy is a portkey?" Cedric's voice was a little nervous.

"No!" Harry shook his head.

The gloomy surrounding environment made their chests feel tight and oppressive.

"Pull out your wand..."

Cedric pulled out his wand and looked around warily with Harry.

Came the sound of footsteps.

The two hurriedly looked over.

I saw a figure coming around from a marble tombstone, and immediately after, there was a trembling figure.

The trembling figure seemed to be afraid of the short figure leading the way.

"What are you following me for, rat?"

"Hurry up and bring the things over here!"

The cold voice was particularly unfamiliar, but it gave off a familiar aura.

The trembling figure quickly agreed.

Went back.

Slowly walking a few meters away from the two of them, Harry couldn't see clearly what the man looked like.

Because he wears a cloak.

Severe pain hit him, and Harry instantly fell to the ground, covering the scar on his forehead, shaking in pain, and feeling as if his head was about to explode.

"Get rid of those who get in the way."

A cold voice came from behind the marble tombstone.

The man tilted his head slightly, and after receiving the command from the voice, he raised his wand.

Facing Cedric who was helpless and wanted to defend, but also wanted to protect Harry.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light shot out instantly, knocking Cedric away with his eyes wide open.

He fell to the ground, his limbs stretched out.

With his gray eyes open, he died under the killing curse.

Harry's head felt dizzy and tingling.

But he reluctantly heard the movement and the cold voice of chanting a curse.

Very familiar, yet very strange.

He turned his head desperately, and although his eyes were darkened, he still saw Cedric lying not far away, no longer breathing.

Just when he felt depressed.

The familiar yet unfamiliar person came over and grabbed him by the collar.

Dragging him was easy.

Arriving behind the marble tombstone.

The familiar scent was magical, Harry couldn't believe he could feel it here.

Because he knew that this place was far away from Hogwarts.

The trembling cloaked man had lit an old lamp with his wand.

Not far from the marble tombstone, there is a large crucible.

This crucible is huge.

Can accommodate an adult inside.

The trembling cloaked man had lifted his hood, revealing a pale and haggard face.

Harry knows him!

It's Peter Wormtail! The man who is truly afraid of crime and absconding!

Next to the crucible, there was a chair, and there seemed to be something on it that frightened him and made the scar on his forehead sting.

Harry wondered, could it be...a mysterious person?

Before he could take a closer look, he was thrown in front of the marble tombstone.

A rope was conjured.

Harry could only watch helplessly as this familiar yet unfamiliar man raised his hand, wrapped the rope around him, and tied him to the tombstone.

Under the bright light of an old lamp.

He finally plucked up the courage and looked at the man's right hand.

The white, slender hands are very familiar, and the weird blood-red eye tattoo on the middle finger is also very familiar!

Realizing that his heart was aching!

Yes, Harry knew this person was Decorah!

The one who killed someone in the woods during the Quidditch World Cup was also Decorah! The person the Minister of Magic and the others said was a powerful dark wizard was also Decorah!

The person who is with Wormtail now is also Decorah...

So...Decora is a Death Eater?

Harry opened his mouth, his eyes red, wanting to question.

But before he could say anything.

A piece of cloth was stuffed directly into his mouth, blocking it so tightly that he couldn't make any sound.

He could only struggle feebly, his eyes red.

My whole body was shaking with anger, rage, and unwillingness.

Especially when he saw Cedric's body twenty feet away, his chest felt tight and painful like tearing.

Decorah actually killed Cedric!

Kill the warriors of Hogwarts! That brave, fearless young man!

This information seemed to come suddenly.

The pressure gave him a splitting headache.

Even if he had been lucky before, he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

But Dumbledore trusts Decorah so much... Minister Fudge values ​​Decorah so much... the professors at Hogwarts... the wizards in the wizarding world...

Who doesn’t like Decorah…

Even if he is just mediocre, he will still have a good impression of this extremely outstanding little wizard!

so…

Decorah fooled everyone! He is not as sunny and simple as he appears!

Harry struggled desperately. He wanted to go back and tell Dumbledore, tell everyone!

then…

Harry froze as his body froze.

and then?

Expose Decorah... and put him in Azkaban?

For a moment, Harry didn't know what to do, and his heart was filled with pain and reluctance.

Even if he really told it, would anyone believe it?

What's more... will he really tell it?

Wormtail Peter busily gestured with his wand under the large cauldron, and finally lit the fire.

Light up the surroundings.

The liquid in the crucible boiled, emitting bursts of steam, and heated up very quickly.

Wormtail's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he glanced at Decorah.

It seems to be waiting for something.

He didn't want to touch Voldemort, because it was too scary, and he was afraid that he would be frightened and scream uncontrollably.

After a moment's hesitation, Decorah walked over to the chair.

"Master, it's ready..."

He whispered, fearing to disturb Voldemort who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Throw me in."

The cold voice was like a biting cold wind.

Harry's headache became even worse.

But he opened his eyes wide and looked at the unbelievable scene in front of him.

He suspected that he heard wrongly...

Since Decorah calls that thing the owner...could it be...

Is that Voldemort? !

Pulling open the outer baggage, Decorah picked up a creature that looked like a curled-up baby. It had no hair, and its skin was dark and red, like injured tender flesh. Its arms were Soft and thin, with an extremely flat face and a pair of red eyes.

Her hands were trembling slightly, and Decorah felt the bone-chilling coldness.

Fear unconsciously arose in my heart.

But he still resisted this strong fear and walked to the crucible.

Wormtail quickly stepped aside, not daring to look at Voldemort in Decorah's arms.

With trembling hands, he placed Voldemort into the crucible.

Then he watched as he fell into the potion.

Wait until Voldemort completely sank into the potion in the crucible.

Decorah quickly took two steps back and rubbed his hands vigorously on his cloak.

He never wanted to touch that touch again in his life!

"You are also afraid of the master, right?"

Wormtail Peter saw Decorah's movements and screamed as if he had caught something.