HP: Slytherin disguise

Covering his bleeding forehead, Decorah stood up from the ground. Only then did he wake up. Harry and Cedric passed through the Goblet of Fire and went back again.

As expected of a door key, this speed is incredible.

"Come here, Decorah."

Voldemort raised his chin slightly, with an indifferent look on his face.

The surrounding Death Eaters were frightened and backed away.

Afraid of getting into trouble.

Decorah picked up the wand and walked over quickly, staggering a little.

"Owner!"

Decorah ignored the bleeding forehead and looked at Voldemort with an innocent face, then pointed at the place where Harry and the others disappeared, and said with a trembling voice: "I didn't know it was the Goblet of Fire!"

"They're back, back to Hogwarts!"

"That door key..."

"I was hit and there was no way I could stop Harry Potter..."

With his eyes wandering, Voldemort held Decorah's slender neck with his hand.

Voldemort had a faint smile on his face.

He slowly stroked the back of Decorah's neck and whispered: "It's none of your business..."

"Just run away. We have plenty of opportunities to kill him. Let's let him live for a while first."

"Does it hurt?"

"Let me see the wound..."

Voldemort lifted the hood on his head with his hand, and gently touched the wound on his forehead that was bleeding.

Apparently, the Goblet of Fire is heavy.

The wounds were also very serious.

Staring at Voldemort's smiling face, Decorah suddenly wasn't so scared anymore.

His face was full of enthusiasm, as if he was looking at the person he admired most.

Completely like a fanatical follower.

"You should go back to Hogwarts first..."

Voldemort used his wand to heal the wound on his forehead and whispered softly into his ear.

Then, he looked at the Death Eaters with cold eyes.

"Okay...Master..."

"Then...then when can I come to see you!"

"I want to stay with you, Master..."

Decorah raised her hand and gently grabbed Voldemort's robe, with a bright, childlike smile on her delicate face.

The Death Eaters around him swallowed secretly. Maybe it was their first time meeting someone who wanted to follow Voldemort at all times.

Isn't this just crazy...

But this man is Decorah...the son of Lucius, a genius wizard from the outside world...

Thinking about it this way, it seems reasonable.

Just like his Aunt Bella!

Just a lunatic!

A total cult following!

"You can come find me here anytime."

Voldemort raised his eyes and glanced at Riddle House not far away, where the headquarters would be...

That night, Hogwarts was immersed in grief.

The school has lost a warrior, Hufflepuff House has also lost an excellent prefect, and it has also lost an excellent seeker.

This brave and sunny young man.

He just died at the end of the third project and became a cold corpse.

Gloom enveloped the entire Hogwarts.

It also put a slight layer of sadness and sorrow on everyone's psychology.

It's not just Hogwarts that has lost a champion.

The Death Eater army also lost an outstanding follower.

That's Barty Jr.

He died at the hands of the Soul Eater, robbed of his life by its kiss.

And the initiator.

It’s the Minister of Magic, Fudge!

Because he did not want to believe that Voldemort had been resurrected, he took the Soul Eater directly into Hogwarts and allowed it to take away Barty's life.

In this case, there will be no witnesses at the trial.

Naturally, there is no way to prove that Voldemort is resurrected.

Fudge would rather remain silent in the safe magical world he created than believe that the mysterious man was resurrected.

This is undoubtedly the most terrifying thing for him.

Decorah felt a little regretful and tormented by the death of little Barty.

He was not sure whether Dumbledore had asked Barty Jr. for any information about him.

Exposing this would undoubtedly make him public.

By then, he will definitely enter Azkaban.

Another thing that made Decorah more wary was whether Harry told Dumbledore the whole incident.

He already knew that Harry recognized him.

And he also knew that he was the one who killed Cedric...

Until, I spent the night peacefully.

Decorah knew that Harry hadn't said anything about him, not even revealed it.

It was weird...and seemed normal.

Will Harry really turn him out?

of course not…

Even if there is an innocent dead person in the middle, even if there are many wizards who died in vain...

There is no sunshine in the morning, it is cloudy.

Everyone's mood was as gloomy as the weather, even sad.

Inside the auditorium.

Except for Decorah, who still had a faint smile on his face, almost no one was laughing, and no one was making trouble.

Slowly pick up a glass of hot milk.

Decorah looked at Harry who was looking over.

What kind of look is that?

Resentment, pain, sadness... very complicated eyes!

It's all contained in Harry's green eyes behind his glasses.

He didn't seem to tell Ron and Hermione.

Who really killed Cedric that day and what really happened that day.

Who really helped Voldemort resurrect!

In the final analysis, Harry placed all the blame on Wormtail.

Nothing was mentioned about Decorah.

Slowly withdrawing his eyes, Decorah had no other expression on his face.

Not even the least bit of guilt.

For Decorah, he couldn't even remember how many people he killed and who they were.

How could he remember such a small life?

Harry lowered his head, a look of deep pain flashing in his eyes.

He thought Decorah would feel guilty and wouldn't dare to look at him! No matter how bad it is, there will be some panic.

But he was wrong.

Decorah has no sympathy at all!

It's like squeezing an ant to death without any guilt.

As early as last night, the students of Wilmstrang and Beauxbatons schools, led by their principals, left Hogwarts and left the UK.

This way.

The auditorium is no longer as lively and crowded as before, and is even a little cold.

Decorah also regretted not seeing Krum for the last time.

He didn't expect that such a turn would suddenly occur.

In my previous life, I obviously left at the end of the semester...

But the strange thing is that Decorah doesn't feel any sad or sad, just a little dazed.

It seems like the days with Krum.

It's like it just happened.

Everything is on point.

After breakfast, he went to the practical class professor's office.

Looking at the photos all over the wall, Decorah used magic to clean them up, then arranged them and put them into the box.

He opened the drawer and put in the few scattered photos inside.

The box was placed in the drawer.

Decorah also sat on the chair, staring blankly at the empty wall.