HP: Slytherin disguise

"Interrogator: Minister for Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge!"

"Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement!"

"Decora Malfoy, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement!"

"Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge!"

"Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley—"

Just before Fudge finished speaking.

The door of the courtroom opened again, and a person walked in. His voice was calm and he said: "Defense witness: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

It's Dumbledore!

Although the Ministry of Magic deliberately held the trial in advance and changed the time.

But Dumbledore arrived anyway.

Fudge took a deep breath, his face turned cold.

Harry turned his head and saw that Dumbledore finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was almost frightened to death by the atmosphere.

Especially the moment I saw Decorah.

He was dying of anxiety.

Harry was afraid that Decorah would be on the opposite side of him, or that Decorah would say anything against him.

Even, I was scared to the point of trembling with fear.

Dumbledore, wearing a black and blue robe, strode over and stood beside Harry.

The members of the Wizengamot exchanged words in low voices.

Some looked very annoyed and bored.

Some of them welcomed Dumbledore's arrival and waved.

"Did you know that we changed the time and place of the trial?"

"So...you received the letter..."

Fudge's tone was dull and he looked extremely unhappy.

"It seems I didn't receive it, but I made a lucky mistake and arrived at the Ministry of Magic three hours early!"

Dumbledore's tone was particularly cheerful, and he looked extremely happy.

Raising his hand to wipe his face, Decorah shook his head helplessly.

This Dumbledore has really become a spirit, and he can predict things like a god.

Nothing can escape his eyes.

He could even guess that the Ministry of Magic would secretly change the time and location of the interrogation.

And came to the Ministry of Magic in advance.

"Before the trial starts, I want one person out of here."

Dumbledore said politely, with a smile on his face.

Harry felt relaxed and his sitting posture was much straighter, but when he heard Dumbledore asking to leave alone, he was stunned.

Then he seemed to think of something.

Subconsciously, he looked at Decorah, who was sitting on the trial bench.

Sure enough, the next moment.

Amid everyone's confused expressions, Dumbledore said relaxedly: "I hope Decorah can leave the trial room."

"Leave here and stay out of this trial."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Harry, and then winked his left eye mischievously at Harry who was stunned.

A smile appeared on his face.

Harry was extremely grateful. He felt that Dumbledore was like a roundworm in his belly... a man of knowledge and gift.

He knew that he didn't want Decorah to stand against him.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore!"

He said gratefully, holding the armrests of the chair nervously with both hands.

The two of them had a spiritual connection.

But Decorah raised his head blankly and looked at Dumbledore.

no…

This is fine, why did you just name him and let him go?

what does it mean?

This is…

What's keeping him out of this trial?

Serves as Superintendent of the Division of Legal Enforcement.

If he doesn't participate, how many people are there who are qualified to participate?

"Principal Dumbledore, I wonder if you have some misunderstanding about me?"

under this special treatment.

Decorah just couldn't sit back and watch.

He looked at Dumbledore solemnly.

Not only him, but other officials also looked at Dumbledore with confused and strange expressions.

Is this driving people away?

"There's no misunderstanding, kid!"

Dumbledore spoke gently.

"Then... do you have any objections to my identity as the law enforcement supervisor?"

Decorah raised his hand and pointed to the ID on his chest.

Shaking his head, Dumbledore said he had no objection.

"Dumbledore, as it turns out, is the Director of Enforcement of the Department of Law Enforcement."

"Decora has the right to be here, trying the defendant!"

"What tricks are you playing?"

Fudge said impatiently. He was tired of Dumbledore and didn't want to see Harry.

"Ah, you have to know that Decorah is our practical class professor at Hogwarts!"

"He is Harry's teacher, classmate, and friend!"

"So you have to avoid suspicion!"

Dumbledore said seriously, then showed a smile.

Extraordinarily in need of beating and irritating.

Opening his mouth, Fudge couldn't say a word.

He stared at the smiling Dumbledore.

His expression froze for a long time, and Decorah took a deep breath.

Then slowly stood up.

"Thank you for the reminder! Principal Dumbledore!"

Decorah walked down the steps, feeling angry and helpless.

He can feel it.

If he didn't leave, Dumbledore would be wasting his time and not holding court.

Fudge's face was gloomy, and he wanted to use his own hands to strangle Dumbledore, who was still smiling.

"You're welcome, kid!"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, accepting the thank you through gritted teeth.

Decorah pushed the door open and left the courtroom.

He turned his head and looked at the closed door, getting angrier as he thought about it.

"Call me Merlin!"

He raised his foot and kicked away a black cat squatting outside the door.

The cat rolled in the air, confused.

'Crazy...'

After the black cat landed, he ran away.

Disappeared here.

Decorah, who could understand the cat's speech, naturally heard the cat's scream.

But he didn't feel guilty at all.

I don’t know whose pet cat that is…

"Is the trial over? Deco...Superintendent of Law Enforcement."

A voice came and Decorah turned his head.

Then he saw a person standing next to the door.

It was Mr. Weasley who looked anxious.

"The trial has just begun."

Decorah adjusted his collar and replied casually.

Now, the two of them basically don't speak much when they meet.

Because of Decorah's attitude, it is obvious that he supports Fudge.

"Then how do you..."

Mr. Weasley was stunned and looked at Decorah who came out with confusion.

Logically speaking, Decorah should be in the courtroom, interrogating Harry.

"Ask Dumbledore!"

Decorah suddenly became angry, said something impatiently, walked into the elevator, and left the tenth floor underground.

Standing there blankly, Mr. Weasley couldn't figure out why he wanted to ask Dumbledore.

Could it be that Decorah's departure was because of Dumbledore?

Various thoughts arose, and Mr. Weasley anxiously paced back and forth outside the door, nervously clasping his hands together.

Arriving at the main hall, Decorah planned to leave the Ministry of Magic.

It's time for him to go home and prepare for next semester.

Beside the fountain in the middle, several people attracted his attention.

Decorah looked over.

It was Ron and Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley, and Fred, George, and Ginny.

They seemed worried about Harry.