HP: Slytherin disguise

"Should have thought of it earlier..."

Slowly kneeling on the ground, Decorah looked at the dim book pattern on his right arm, his eyes dull.

Perhaps, he should have thought of this a long time ago.

But he didn't care.

I didn't even think about it, care about it, or care about it.

He only thought that Shu Ling...

Think…

It seems that there is no excuse, he just forgot about Shu Ling.

A strong feeling of guilt arose.

Decorah couldn't help but want to cry.

Tears overflowed from his eyes.

He crossed his arms and couldn't breathe.

The bloody back was slowly healing, it was the handiwork of Long.

It obviously knows that this is where it belongs.

Wait until your back heals.

Only a dazzling blood stain was left on the floor.

a long time.

Decorah got up groggily, fell on the bed, hugged his arms insecurely, and huddled under the quilt.

Tears flowed down the end of his eyes.

Drops fell on the pillow.

And his messy long hair...

Ministry of Magic.

Dai quickly came to the door of the minister's office with two cups of hot coffee.

Then push the door open and enter.

"I know what you mean, and obviously we mean the same thing."

The young voice is very childish.

But surprisingly calm.

What caught his eye was a young man leaning on his desk, playing with a quill in his hand.

He was wearing a straight black suit, and his waist-length white platinum hair was casually hanging around. He exuded a majesty that was very oppressive and convincing.

It makes people feel a slight sense of obedience.

What’s more, it’s trust and peace of mind!

Turning his head, Decorah looked at Dai who pushed in the door and stopped talking.

He was no longer leaning against his desk.

Instead, he put down his quill, walked over, and took the two cups of coffee from Dai.

"Thank you, please close the door before you leave."

Decorah smiled lightly.

Then he turned around and placed a cup of hot coffee in front of Fudge, who was sitting behind the desk.

Day nodded as he left the office.

Close the door carefully.

"You should understand what I mean, this is a rare opportunity."

"Albus Dumbledore."

"It's very possible that he is indeed raising his own Dumbledore's Army."

"For example, how many students were led by the Boy Who Lived: Harry Potter?"

"Simply appointing Umbridge as the senior investigator of Hogwarts will only make them hide, and they will still show up when the opportunity arises."

"Instead of doing this, it is better to recruit some new personnel for the Ministry of Magic."

"With such a high threshold, only students who have graduated from Hogwarts can join the Ministry of Magic."

"We cannot guarantee that those outstanding students who graduate..."

"Could it be Albus Dumbledore's man?"

"This is worth pondering."

After saying that, Decorah lowered his head and took a sip of coffee and frowned.

This coffee is still too sweet.

He put the cup on the table and didn't move it.

Instead, he looked at Fudge, who had remained silent from beginning to end.

After a long time, Fudge slowly said: "You are right."

"Albus Dumbledore's ambitions are not small..."

"Absolutely not because of Umbridge's arrival."

"I want to fight him..."

"We have to have enough depth and depth at the back."

"The Ministry of Magic...really needs a new group of young people..."

"What are you going to do?"

He looked up, his face solemn and heavy.

Licking her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, Decorah slowly walked around behind the desk and came behind Fudge.

Then he bent down.

“It’s very simple~”

He whispered in Fudge's ear, with a smile in his voice, and continued: "Now the entire magical world is promoting your justice and fairness."

"They think you are the best minister they have ever had."

"Of course I am very convinced of you."

"Besides, serving in the Ministry of Magic is the dream of many wizards."

"We just need to lower the threshold...for example, you must have a Hogwarts diploma..."

"This hinders those talented, self-taught wizards."

"As long as the identity is checked and the background is checked."

"Make sure they are not dangerous and have unknown backgrounds, then you can let them enter the Ministry of Magic."

"Rely on your own strength to fight for a job."

Straighten up.

Decorah went around to the other side.

He raised his hand casually and pulled out a delicate black rose from the vase.

Then he lowered his head and sniffed.

He said in a slow tone: "Of course...salary is what they are concerned about."

“Doubling wages is the biggest highlight.”

"No one can say no to a glorious job with a good salary!"

"They will absolutely be loyal to you...to the Ministry of Magic..."

"As for Galleons..."

Turning his head, he looked directly at Fudge.

He turned his steps slightly and slowly walked around behind Fudge, into the invisible blind spot.

chuckled.

"I'll talk to the owners of those pureblood families."

"I think they would be happy to contribute generously to the Ministry of Magic."

"This is a beautiful thing!"

"You just need to stamp and agree to the implementation of this plan."

"I'm responsible for everything else!"

"Uncle, do you think it's okay?"

With a softer tone, Decorah hugged Fudge's neck from behind.

Then her chin rested on his shoulder.

He looked well-behaved and serious.

Fudge, who was still a little solemn at first, instantly relaxed because of the last sentence.

He turned his head and looked at Decorah's cute and delicate face.

Raise your hand.

Fudge touched Decorah's face.

His eyes softened unconsciously.

Decorah rubbed his hand with her fair little face relying on her.

Well-behaved like an obedient doll.

"Okay, I believe this will be a very exciting plan."

"There will be a press conference tomorrow."

"You will be fully responsible for this plan."

Smiling, Fudge didn't think too much, nor did he think too much.

He withdrew his hand.

Then go write the approval notice.

Decorah still hugged his neck and watched him finish writing a whole notice.

Finally, another seal was stamped on it.

"After you sign it, it can be fully implemented."

Fudge looked at the bright red seal and his black signature. After making sure that nothing was missed, he handed it to Decorah who was hugging his neck.

Receive approval notification.

Decorah pressed the wand hidden in her sleeve, and then let go of Fudge.

He lowered his head and looked at it carefully.

He smiled, and then jumped to the door under Fudge's doting eyes.

"Then I'll leave first~"

"Goodbye Uncle Fudge!"

He opened the door.

When leaving, the probe bid farewell to Fudge.

Then he closed the door.

Smiling and shaking his head, Fudge lowered his head happily and started to deal with the work.

The moment Decorah closed the door.

The smile on his face disappeared.

He took the approval notice and took the elevator to the Law Enforcement Department on the second underground floor.