HP: Slytherin disguise

"stop!"

A shout came.

Decorah was strangled with his arms from behind.

"Wand! Take his wand away!"

The man shouted, and several guards rushed over and snatched the wand from Decorah's hand.

Then he was pressed onto the carriage, his hands tied behind his back, and tied with a rope.

The enchanted rope is strong.

It can't be broken at all.

Decorah wasn't struggling, he just stared at the person who subdued him with a fierce look on his face.

It was the same leading guard from before.

He was sweating profusely and his face was pale.

"When we wait at the Hogsmeade platform, we should be able to contact it and Professor Dumbledore."

Turning his head, he spoke to the guards who were surrounding him one after another.

Nod.

The guards supported each other, grinned and left the express, apparating away.

Only the leading guard remained.

and a dozen uninjured guards remained on the express.

Guard Decorah.

The two guards mustered up the courage to step forward, hold down Decorah's shoulders, and then push him into the box.

The train started slowly and finally returned to normal travel.

That door was also repaired by the lead guard using magic.

More than a dozen guards were sitting crowded in this box, holding up their wands and looking at Decorah warily.

Beside Decorah sat two guards holding his shoulders.

Opposite him sat the leading guard.

Leaning back in the chair, Decorah raised his head and leaned back, the irritability on his face was obvious, and his eyes were full of anger.

"We have notified the upper parts of Hogsmeade Platform."

"They contacted and informed the headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore."

"During this period, I hope you can actively admit your mistakes."

“Fight for clemency!”

The leading guard said a few words tentatively.

But what responded to him was Decorah's fierce eyes, and the coldness in them almost burst out.

No one is talking, just sitting quietly...

As we neared the station, the aisles became noisy.

Everyone was busy packing their luggage and their pets, making sure nothing was left behind.

At the same time, what they discussed most passionately was.

What happened in the morning.

Why did the express stop suddenly?

The students who witnessed everything were naturally surrounded by a group of people. They talked vividly about how cruel Decorah was and how miserable the guards were...

at last.

The Hogwarts Express stopped.

Harry and the others followed the flow of people, got off the train together, and poured into the platform.

The platform that used to be dark was now brightly lit this time.

There were about a dozen uniformed guards on one side of the platform.

The students were all frightened and looked around in confusion.

They thought that some vicious and evil wizard had appeared here.

Until those students saw Dumbledore in the guard.

"Were they really the guards that Decorah beat?"

Hermione looked at a student with a beaming face in disbelief, and the student nodded vigorously.

"Of course, we all saw it!"

"Those guards are simply vulnerable!"

The student began to explain again vividly what happened.

Ron and Hermione were horrified to hear this.

I suspect this is made up.

Harry, Ginny, Luna, and Neville all listened to the student with shocked expressions.

Until, the platform was already full of students.

Only a few guards got off the train.

Dumbledore walked over with a middle-aged man with an anxious look on his face.

Then I saw it.

Decorah stepped off the train with two guards holding his shoulders.

The leading guard came forward, came to the middle-aged man's side, and whispered something to him.

The middle-aged man shook his head with a serious look on his face.

"Are you okay, kid?"

Dumbledore stepped forward and stared at the violent Decorah.

Looking up, the stern look in Decorah's eyes had not faded.

"Go to the reception room."

Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore waved his wand.

Cut the rope binding Decorah's hands.

Then he pressed his shoulders and followed the middle-aged man to the back of the platform.

A group of guards followed closely behind.

Behind the platform is a house.

There are many desks and chairs inside.

Next to the wall are large cabinets filled with information.

Decorah was pushed into a chair, his face full of coldness and irritability.

He stared at the people in front of him.

The guards all sat down in their seats, then lowered their heads to sort out their information and work.

Except for the middle-aged man and the leading guard, the only one left was Dumbledore.

The three of them stood there, discussing the problem.

"I believe he didn't mean it, but when he was on the platform, he violated the order and got into an argument with someone. During this period, he maliciously injured an innocent wizard, refused the guard's notice, and attacked the platform guard. Refusing to lay down his weapons, he wounded dozens of guards.”

"We can't acquit him either."

"We must send him to the Ministry of Magic for investigation and criticism."

The middle-aged man spoke firmly and directly interrupted Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sat in silence on a chair nearby. He turned to look at Decorah, who was clearly on the verge of going berserk.

He is not talking.

In the whole house, the only sound was the sound of the guards turning over documents.

a long time.

Dumbledore said slowly: "Okay."

"You arrest him."

"Take him to the Ministry of Magic and let Fudge judge him."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

There was no hesitation.

The middle-aged man looked confused, and so did the leading guard.

"Wait a moment!"

"Maybe we can discuss it!"

The middle-aged man quickly stopped Dumbledore from leaving.

after all.

He was just pretending, there was no way he would really dare to touch Decorah.

Unless he doesn't want to do it anymore.

What is Decorah's identity and character?

These people simply cannot afford to offend.

Dumbledore turned back with a smile, and then sat down leisurely.

The two discussed it for a long time.

Then we started going through the formalities, signing, making compensation, and writing a letter of commitment.

Decorah didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

But Dumbledore kept nagging, and finally he copied a letter of commitment and wrote an extremely perfunctory apology letter.

Dumbledore paid him some galleons.

The process took more than an hour.

They just got up and left here with the middle-aged man's warm farewell.

"Why would you hit someone?"

On the way into the castle, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"bother."

Decorah held his two books with a grumpy look on his face.

Then he went straight into the castle.

He left without looking back.

I had no intention of going to the auditorium to participate in the Sorting.

Dumbledore sighed, raised his head sadly, and looked at the night sky.

"This child...why does he have a bad temper every semester..."

"Why are you so angry..."

"This is not a good thing, what's going on..."

After muttering to himself for a while, he walked into the foyer and walked into the auditorium...