HP: Slytherin disguise

"What work?"

As expected, Dumbledore stood up after hearing this, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting there to be anyone else in the office.

The key is that this person is not someone else.

Since it's Dumbledore!

Opening the door, Decorah felt a little decadent for no reason.

Fudge, who knew that the matter could not be concealed, no longer concealed anything, and said coldly: "Decora is the law enforcement director of the Legal Department of the Ministry of Magic."

"Working at the Ministry of Magic, of course."

"You shouldn't be able to control the holiday time, right?"

Putting the hat on his head, Fudge looked unhappy.

Sirius bared his teeth and was covered in hair, as if he could pounce on him at any time.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, looking back and forth between the two of them.

Finally, he shook his head helplessly.

"You...sigh..."

"I think you should believe in Fu Di..."

Stomping his feet violently.

Fudge's face turned red and he shouted angrily: "No!"

"You old madman!"

"I told you, this is completely impossible!"

"It's all that boy's imagination! He's just a little liar!"

"The Death Eaters he was talking about were recorded twelve years ago!"

"He just copied what he said!"

"That's impossible! He just wants to attract everyone's attention!"

"That's all!"

"How could you be so confused as to believe it!"

His voice was breathless, and he finished what he wanted to say in one breath.

"You're running away!"

Dumbledore's eyes were serious, and his tone became serious as well.

"Stop escaping reality! He's back."

"Kill the innocent warrior Cedric and he will come back."

"I want you to spread the word!"

"Instead of blindly blocking it!"

"You're already believing the newspapers and the nonsense Rita is telling you!"

"She is just a writer who likes to make up random things!"

The two of them were blowing their beards and staring at each other.

Decorah took the envelope that Fudge had handed him from the beginning and quietly squeezed out of the door.

By the way, he also closed the door.

Inside, Fudge and Dumbledore were arguing fiercely, and it seemed that they were about to start a fight.

Went down to the fifth floor.

Decorah went to the fourth floor and sat down in a corner next to a corridor.

When he opened the envelope, he saw a piece of parchment with scrawled writing on it.

The person who wrote the letter seemed to be in a hurry and didn't have much time.

So the above is just a simple sentence:

write me a letter.

After looking at the envelope and the parchment repeatedly, Decorah could guess that the original words were on a torn piece of parchment.

The outer envelope should have been added by Fudge later.

Without even thinking, Decorah knew that Krum had written it to him.

Drop the envelope.

Decorah held the torn parchment and fell into deep thought.

write a letter…

But where to send the letter...

Obviously, Klum did not consider or think about this issue.

I only had time to write these four words.

And gave it to Fudge to give it to him.

Decorah did not know Krum's address, nor where his home was, nor where Wilmstrong School was.

This is strictly confidential.

No one except the school's own students knows exactly where Wilmstrong is located.

Besides, such a long distance...

Almost across the entire distance of Europe…

Even if you know the address, it will take several months for an owl to fly to write a letter, and even the success rate is extremely elusive.

Where the cold is delayed all year round.

No owl can carry it.

At this moment, Decorah felt like he had won a lottery ticket but didn't know where to redeem it.

Very confused and at a loss...

With her chin resting on her knees, Decorah hugged her legs and stared blankly at the ground to one side.

What happened last night was a big shock.

Classes will be closed all day today.

Students are remembering Cedric in their own way.

Especially the students of Hufflepuff House spontaneously lit white candles in their dormitories.

It is precisely because of this that the entire castle is quiet.

Not many people hang around here.

Just when Decorah was sitting in a corner in a daze, slight footsteps came.

Followed by.

The open space beside him was occupied.

The familiar scent made Decorah's dull eyes light up, and he turned his head.

Look into Harry's green eyes hidden behind his glasses.

The two of them withdrew their gaze at the same time.

Sitting in the corner of the corridor without saying a word, watching Peeves secretly spraying water in the corridor.

"Hahahaha!"

Peeves jumped up and down, rolled in the air, and dropped a water balloon on the corridor.

Just as it was snickering, it caught a glimpse of the corner from the corner of its eye.

The smile froze. Peeves never expected that there were two people sitting in the corner of the corridor watching him.

"What are you looking at!"

It raised the water balloon in its hand angrily and smashed it hard.

Didn't even look at who was sitting where.

Decorah subconsciously raised his hands to cover his head and closed his eyes.

The imagined scene of being splashed with water did not happen, but the sound of water could be heard clearly.

Slowly opening his eyes, Decorah discovered that Harry had his hands on his side, blocking him tightly.

Even for himself, the robe on his back was soaked by water balls.

Decorah was stunned for a moment, then looked at Peeves and was ready to stand up.

His eyes widened, and Peeves howled instantly.

It didn't expect that one of the two people sitting in the corner of the corridor, obviously with nothing to do, was Decorah.

This is a guy who doesn’t swear at anyone!

Ever since it said Decorah was short a long time ago, Decorah would be chased and taunted almost whenever he touched it.

The point is, Decorah is alert and smart.

It counterattacked several times, but failed, and was caught by Filch instead.

Catching it every day is justifiable.

After jumping in the air, Peeves ran downstairs with the remaining water ball in his arms without any hesitation.

"I know it all."

Harry sat back down, ignoring his wet robes.

His tone was dull.

It seems that he has made a lot of determination.

He just came here and said this.

Decorah, who didn't expect Harry to say anything, showed a faint look of silence on his face.

"How did you find out?"

Looking up, Decorah's fair face showed a rare look of seriousness.

"I didn't discover it..."

Harry took a deep breath, feeling a tight pain in his chest.

He organized his words repeatedly before saying: "Hermione discovered it first."

"She told me and Ron."

His eyes fell on Decorah's right hand, and he continued: "You have this red tattoo on your finger."

"In the Quidditch World Cup, you were the leading dark wizard in the forest. The tattoo on your hand was seen by Hermione."

"She noticed it on the back-to-school express, and you have it on your hand, too."