HP: Slytherin disguise

While talking to him, Sirius accidentally revealed a secret that shocked him.

That is, Decorah is a member of the Order of the Phoenix!

After his repeated questioning, Sirius told him the specific information.

Decorah was, obviously, a long time ago.

And he also promised Dumbledore.

protect him.

This was why Harry hurried over to make sure.

He seemed to have figured it out.

Yes, how could Decorah be a Death Eater if he was so good?

There must be a reason for this.

What Harry didn't know was that Sirius didn't know Decorah was a Death Eater.

Not even knowing what was going on, he just thought that in addition to being a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Decorah was also a professor.

It has nothing to do with Voldemort.

So, when spilling the beans.

Sirius didn't think anything was wrong, so when Harry asked, he said it.

After all, there seems to be nothing secret about this.

He was stunned for a moment.

Decorah didn't expect Harry to say this suddenly.

"you…"

"I know, you are a member of the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Sirius told me!"

"So, you're not really loyal to Voldemort at all, are you?"

"You just have your own..."

"You know, I'm a member of the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Sirius told you..."

Decorah suddenly spoke up, interrupting Harry who sounded excited.

He never expected that Sirius would actually tell Harry!

"Yes, hiss..."

Harry suddenly raised his hand and covered his scar.

Just now, the pain from the scar suddenly intensified, and now it suddenly stopped hurting.

A bad premonition arose, and Decorah was extremely flustered.

It seemed like something was going to happen.

There was a burning pain in my left arm.

Decorah frowned. The pain came too suddenly and inexplicably.

This is Voldemort summoning his Death Eaters.

Such a strong burning sensation.

It was obvious that he was simply summoned.

Without waiting for Decorah to think about it.

The burning pain intensified.

He quickly pushed away Harry who was so excited that he wanted to hug him, and ran downstairs.

"I know it all! Decorah!"

Harry yelled.

I ran to the stairs and watched Decorah disappear around the corner...

After leaving Hogwarts, Decorah quickly used Disapparation.

Night has fallen.

When Decorah came to Riddle House.

That strong premonition of panic.

It becomes stronger!

He walked up the stairs, and on the second floor there was only Peter Wormtail feeding Nagini fresh blood.

For Decorah who came in a hurry.

Wormtail Peter did not dare to look.

He just lowered his head and continued to feed Nagini.

Arriving at the stairs, Decorah walked up with heavy steps.

The moment we arrived on the third floor.

A cold gaze stared at him.

Like the gaze of a poisonous snake.

"I thought you didn't dare to come."

A cold, high-pitched voice came.

Like a biting cold wind.

The temperature on the entire third floor dropped by several degrees.

Before Decorah could turn around, his body was enveloped by a powerful force and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Tsk...really disobedient..."

The sound of footsteps came.

The sound of the robe dragging on the ground made a rustling sound.

Immediately afterwards, Voldemort came around from behind and passed by Decorah.

Stand not far in front of him.

Then he sat on the armchair that had just been transformed.

"Owner…"

Decorah looked up, with a look of shock and panic on his face.

next second.

A ray of green light shot out from the wand in Voldemort's hand and hit his body.

The heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body instantly.

Decorah lowered his head and held his hands on the ground. His body was shaking slightly from the pain, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This pain, and when the dragon greedily sucked his soul.

The same sting!

It seemed that because Decorah was in a state of mental stress, his head began to hurt.

"Master...Master..."

Decorah didn't quite understand what he had done wrong.

Voldemort was dissatisfied.

Kill him directly.

"Obviously you haven't realized what you did wrong."

Voldemort sneered and tightened his hand holding the wand.

The pain that penetrated into the bone marrow became deeper.

Even though Decorah often had headaches in the past, he couldn't bear the pain. Besides, the pain was getting worse all over his body.

Biting her lip, Decorah forced herself not to make a sound.

Sweat was already flowing down his forehead.

He quickly thought about what he had done, but still didn't think of the problem.

"I don't... know... Master..."

"I have always...always...always listened to...your...words..."

"Did...didn't...do anything..."

The voice was hoarse, and Decorah's words were almost broken in pain.

Tears overflowed from his eyes unconsciously, and Decorah didn't even have the strength to continue speaking or asking.

He knelt on the ground and did not fall down, all because of his perseverance.

Voldemort raised his chin slightly.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at Decorah, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling slightly from pain.

There was a cold expression on his face.

Voldemort did not hesitate at all and once again increased the power of the Cruciatus Curse.

Even though he values ​​Decorah very much.

But in absolute terms, everything can be ignored.

Especially for the people you value, you don't allow any small actions, not to mention...

His eyes turned vicious.

Voldemort almost wanted to cast the Death Curse.

But finally.

He endured it and dismissed the thought.

He just looked at Decorah coldly, in so much pain that his tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Until five minutes have passed...seven minutes have passed...fourteen minutes...

Finally, when it was close to an hour.

Decorah couldn't hold it in any longer.

He fell to the ground, his long hair on his forehead wet with sweat, his face was pale and fragile, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

"Master...I was wrong...please..."

"Don't...don't..."

Decorah's crying voice was hoarse and weak.

It sounds very helpless and scared.

"Where is wrong."

Voldemort leaned on the armrest, leaning slightly, and stared at Decorah on the ground with vicious eyes.

The wand in his hand was raised slightly, stopping the torture of Decorah.

"I don't know...Master..."

Her white hands tightly grasped the dark, thick carpet. Decorah's voice was trembling, full of fear, and her body was trembling slightly. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Voldemort.

"What a pity..."

"I don't like this answer."

Voldemort sneered, raised his wand, and prepared to continue casting the Cruciatus Curse.

"Owner…"

"Please..."

"I really don't know...I don't know..."

"really do not know…"

A voice filled with tears and deep despair.

Decorah was afraid of the heart-wrenching pain, and even more afraid of the heart-breaking pain that would last forever.

He didn't want to experience it a second time.

I don’t even want to feel this kind of pain again, it’s terrible and goes deep into my soul.

This pain was almost imprinted on his soul!