HP: Slytherin disguise

Dumbledore did ignore him and didn't speak to him.

But he kept following him.

obviously.

I also know some sense of propriety.

He wanted to see how long Dumbledore could hold back without talking to him.

"Being sick is a serious matter."

"We have to investigate thoroughly."

"Don't you think so?"

Turning his head, Decorah looked at a student next to him who had his head lowered.

The student shrank his neck.

Didn't dare to speak.

How could you dare to speak if you were pretending to be sick?

It would be bad luck if you were asked.

After a day at Hogwarts, Decorah filled up a notebook.

Some changes were made overnight.

Decorah handed the notebook to a law enforcement officer.

Less than two days.

In the Daily Prophet, the security risks of Hogwarts were announced.

From the meals to the learning environment.

Didn't mention the real reason for the student's death.

But no one pays attention to this.

After all, the entire magical world is now paying attention to any information Decorah releases.

After mentioning these hidden dangers.

Parents of the students began to write letters to Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

Hope it gets sorted out.

In this regard, some people have already begun to verbally attack Professor Trelawney.

Decorah has begun to control the movements of all teachers and students at Hogwarts these days, and their owls have been controlled by Percy.

No matter what the letter is.

All must be inspected before they can be sent in or sent out.

This was done very covertly and not above board.

But there are always some students who notice this.

slowly.

Everyone began to spread these things privately.

They tried to protest against this naked surveillance.

But what makes them powerless is.

Most of their parents agree and approve.

Professor Trelawney was also investigated by law enforcement officials a few days later.

And you are not allowed to light incense or play tricks.

This is a warning.

If there is a next time, the Ministry of Magic will conduct a thorough investigation and reassign her.

Be serious.

She might be sent to Azkaban for a month.

recently.

It has been raining heavily.

The weather is cold.

Strong winds howled, preventing students from attending classes outdoors.

Not even able to play on the grass.

Only stay in classrooms, corridors, and common rooms.

It was a gloomy afternoon.

The corridor was extremely dark.

Decorah wandered here slowly.

He was ready to find a ghost to devour and relieve his headache.

But the ghost has not been found yet.

Then someone found him.

"That...I..."

A slightly familiar voice came, but it was very unfamiliar, and so was the tone.

Decorah turned around.

Behind him was Theodore, whom he had not interacted with for nearly a year or two.

Last time Decorah saw him.

Still in the aisle after leaving the auditorium.

With a smile on his face, Decorah turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he licked his lips.

"I think I know something."

"The mysterious man is resurrected. You are a Death Eater, and you led his resurrection."

"At the same time...you are related to that Alliance..."

He finished speaking hesitantly.

Theodore took a deep breath, and under Decorah's increasingly cold eyes, continued: "I'm sorry..."

"I overheard this from my father..."

"Pansy's father... wants to marry the Zabini family and unite to consolidate their status and interests in the Alliance."

"I don't want to get involved, and I don't want Pansy to get involved..."

"I just want to be with her...after graduation, leave the UK..."

"Go live further afield..."

"I don't know what's going on inside Alliance..."

"But I think...I can't let her get involved...to marry someone she doesn't like and has never been in contact with..."

"You should know what I mean..."

Tilting his head slightly, how could Decorah not understand the meaning of the words.

How could you not understand?

but…

Slowly approaching Theodore, the smile on Decorah's face gradually disappeared.

Raising his hand, he touched Theodore's face.

She leaned into his ear and whispered, "Are you threatening me?"

Theodore said nothing, seeming to acquiesce.

chuckled.

Decorah's other hand moved from top to bottom, across his chest, and reached into Theodore's pocket.

Pulled out the wand inside.

"Don't worry, I won't let her get married..."

He finished speaking in a gentle tone.

Decorah thrust the wand into Theodore's heart!

puff-

Blood spurted out.

Decorah hugged Theodore tightly and continued to thrust the wand in her hand!

Blood spilled from the corners of Theodore's mouth.

But he didn't struggle.

"Thank you…"

He opened his mouth and more blood poured out of his mouth.

As the wand stabbed deeper and deeper.

Theodore's face turned pale, and even his pupils began to lose color.

"Maybe...I was..."

Holding Decorah tremblingly, Theodore raised a hand with difficulty.

Touched Decorah's delicate face.

"Like...more than you..."

The weak voice became lower and lower.

At last.

The wand pierced his heart completely.

He also completely lost his life and fell helplessly on top of Decorah.

The two of them clung to each other.

Hot blood.

It also soaked Decorah's chest.

The ticking sound of blood echoed in the empty corridor.

Tilted his head.

Decorah slowly backed away, letting Theodore's body fall to the cold ground.

A large amount of blood spread out.

Stained the ground red.

Decorah lowered his head and looked at his bloody hands.

A trace of light blue soul floated out.

Infiltrated into Decorah's body, was sucked by the dragon, and then fed back.

Take a few steps back again.

Decorah turned around and ran away as if running away.

his heart.

It was like being held by a hand.

My chest feels tight and I can't breathe...

At last.

He ran out of the foyer and into the pouring rain.

Out of the castle.

Arriving at the shore of the rising lake, he squatted down and washed his bloody hands.

Heavy raindrops fell into the lake, making a "plop" sound.

In less than a moment, Decorah's whole body was soaked by the cold rain.

Rain mixed with blood dripped down.

Following the current, it flowed into the lake, then slowly spread out and lost its color.

Decorah looked at the dull weather.

But my mood suddenly felt better.

He doesn't like cloudy days, but he likes rainy days.

The harder it rains, the more he likes it.

It seems that only in this way can he feel a sense of belonging.

Sit down against the big tree on the shore of the lake.

The blood stains on Decorah's body have been washed away.

Heavy rain passed through the layers of leaves.

It was still dripping onto him.

Even sitting here.

Decorah could also feel that the castle was boiling.

Someone will find the body...

Then scream...

Attract more students...

Filch will pass...

Then there are the professors...and finally Dumbledore...the law enforcers...