HP: Slytherin disguise

"Perhaps Voldemort has not been resurrected."

"We didn't see that."

"There is no guarantee that any of this is true."

"It's even less certain that Cedric's death was caused by Voldemort."

"It's possible that the remaining Death Eaters did it."

"He was just confused."

"That's why I think so."

Decorah's eyes were covered with a layer of fog that could not be seen clearly.

It was impossible for Dumbledore to detect the emotions and heart inside.

Dumbledore opened his mouth.

I was shocked and surprised by these words.

And, difficult to understand.

He spoke slowly and in a suspicious tone: "Voldemort has been resurrected, and Cedric was killed by Peter Wormtail."

"The Death Eaters who have surrendered to him are still the same people who escaped death before."

"Why do you think so?"

"Or did you believe what the newspaper said?"

"This is all nonsense..."

"you understand…"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Decorah turned back and looked at the rainy night outside.

Then ignored Dumbledore's words.

I walked straight down the steps and walked into the rain that had started to fall heavily.

Dumbledore stood in the foyer, gradually falling silent...

Malfoy Manor.

After taking off her robe and throwing it to the house elf, Decorah went upstairs and walked into the bedroom.

By the bedroom window.

It was already piled high with letters and newspapers.

Some have already fallen to the ground.

He bent down to pick up all the letters and put them on the desk.

Decorah sat down and started reading each letter one by one.

They were all information letters from the Ministry of Magic and letters of greetings from many officials.

It also includes letters written by some of his admirers.

He looked out the window with blurred eyes.

Decorah's thoughts fell together with the heavy rain in mid-air, and then shattered.

Repeatedly.

He thought back to Voldemort's punishment and suspicion.

The strong desire to become stronger will envelope Decorah.

This was the first time that he had such thoughts and urgency.

Voldemort's words made him feel uneasy and in crisis.

Family love can be abandoned... dispensable... betrayal...

Is this foretelling something...

Concern is the most difficult thing to let go of.

What exactly is Voldemort planning and thinking...

Decorah vaguely noticed something.

But is he Voldemort's opponent?

totally not.

He is very strong. As long as he uses his strength seriously, few people in the magic world can beat him.

However, he is not strong enough yet.

There is still a long way to go... far away from these veteran wizards!

He has clearly surpassed 99% of the people in the Ministry of Magic, but he cannot surpass the most powerful people.

Voldemort and Dumbledore had a rivalry.

The strength is almost the same.

And he was no match for Dumbledore.

Naturally, he cannot be Voldemort's opponent.

Strong, but still not strong enough.

Unbuttoning his shirt, Decorah slowly came to the mirror and took off his shirt.

In the mirror.

On his back, the ferocious magical animal had grown.

The totem is obviously bigger.

The fiery red color became more obvious and dazzling.

?The dragon has his eyes closed and is sleeping.

The soul has been very strong these two days.

After letting it suck, it will fall asleep to digest these souls.

but.

Those blood-red blood vessel lines still haven’t disappeared.

Instead, it flickers on and off, spreading from the dragon to the surroundings, and then slowly disappears.

Raise your hand.

Decorah stroked the black silk thread that went straight to the back of her neck and was hidden in her hair.

It's really amazing.

It’s also very dreamy.

?Although the dragon will continuously suck his blood and soul, when it sucks the soul and blood of a non-host, it will feed it back to him.

Make him stronger too.

It makes people obsessed, intoxicated by the feedback of power.

In fact, Decorah was indeed addicted to it.

But he was sober.

After all, he only had a rough idea of ​​what a dragon was, and had never found any information about it.

It's like the information has been cut off and destroyed.

But Decorah is now.

I can’t control that much anymore, and I don’t want to know that much anymore.

He just wants to get stronger, get stronger quickly.

Looking at the dim book pattern on his right arm, Decorah was fascinated.

Until, a trace is so faint that it cannot be detected by the naked eye.

caught his attention.

If it were before, he would never have discovered it.

But his eyes, with the sensitivity of a cat, can see things that ordinary people cannot see.

So, under the rapt gaze.

He caught this abnormal thin line.

Decorah looked up along the thread, and finally discovered something that made him unbelievable.

That's why the book spirit never woke up again.

Maybe it's because the dragon is sucking its energy!

With a fierce look in his eyes, Decorah directly picked up the wand on the side and pointed it at his arm, piercing the silk thread.

Blood seeped out and slid down the arm.

The light emitted from the wand seemed to be cutting the thread.

The sleeping dragon noticed something strange.

He woke up instantly and began to express his angry emotions.

It was trying to get Decorah to stop what he was doing.

But Decorah didn't stop.

Instead, he used a little more force.

Even if the wand has already penetrated a small section of his arm.

The fiery red magical animal totem on his back flipped, and heartbreaking pain spread throughout Decorah's body.

But he remained unmoved.

With direct force, the wand pierced his right arm!

The thread slowly faded away, turning into black smoke and dissipating in the air.

A piercing scream sounded in Decorah's mind, which seemed to be the scream of a dragon.

But none of this made Decorah notice at all.

He drew his wand.

He didn't even pay attention to the bloody hole on his arm, and instead touched the book pattern.

No more wire connections.

The pattern visibly flickered, but there was still no movement.

This is a symbol of energy without power.

But Decorah couldn't sacrifice his own blood to the book spirit...

He cannot summon the Book Spirit's book form at all.

Because Shu Ling is too weak.

Completely fell into a deep sleep.

If it were not discovered earlier, it is very likely that the book spirit would fall into a permanent sleep after being sucked.

Anger welled up in him.

Decorah even forgot that he was in pain.

Directly stab the dragon totem on the back with the wand.

As the screams in his mind became more and more harsh.

Decorah laughed softly.

The laugh was crazy and morbid.

When he scratched his back, there were deep and bloody wounds.

?The dragon's screams were already weak.

And it was conveyed, showing good thoughts and emotions.

Among them, there is also a trace of uneasiness and fear.

?Long obviously didn't expect that his host would be so crazy, so he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

At the same time, I am much more honest and settled.

He didn't dare to smoke at all, because of the mysterious power in Decorah's arm.

Moreover, the mysterious power has been exhausted by it.

So you can't make it eager without taking it.

It's just that the parasite is a madman, and this thought has disappeared into its mind.