HP: Slytherin disguise

The next day, Hogwarts.

Principal's office.

The usually deserted office suddenly had an influx of several people.

The portraits of the old male and female principals are not pretending to sleep either.

Instead, he watched the developments and movements below very seriously and vigilantly.

only because.

This time, it was Ministry of Magic personnel.

Among them was Fudge.

There were two wizards standing on both sides of the door like guards, motionless.

Percy was walking around excitedly.

In his hand was a quill and a thick roll of parchment.

Always be prepared to record.

Dumbledore sat behind the table, his expression very peaceful and calm.

Beside him was Professor McGonagall, who was standing upright.

She clasped her hands together.

Extremely nervous.

until.

Umbridge walked in with a proud look on her face.

In her hand.

And dragged the reluctant Harry hard...

In this regard.

Decorah had no idea.

Because he just woke up.

He was sitting on the bed with a blank look on his face, lost in thought.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked out the window.

The sky was overcast, but it was already noon.

His eyes moved downward.

Decorah woke up instantly.

Nearly a hundred letters were piled on the floor inside the window.

And at this time.

Two more owls flew out of the window one after the other.

He threw the envelope in his mouth.

Then spread its wings and fly away.

He opened the quilt and got out of bed.

Decorah walked over and crouched down, looking only at the sender of the letter.

Most of them were letters from the Ministry of Magic, and some were from the staff of the Daily Prophet newspaper.

There are many among them, mixed with letters from some wizards who admire him.

Open a random letter from the Ministry of Magic.

Above, it’s about the Azkaban prison break.

The one I'm opening is about the arrest of students who illegally formed a private army at Hogwarts.

The man has been caught.

The minister and the others also rushed to Hogwarts.

Raising his hand to rub his temples, Decorah quickly washed himself.

Then he changed into simple wizard robes.

He left Malfoy Manor directly without even tying up his hair.

Disapparate and head to Hogwarts.

In no place.

It's over.

He didn't know what happened in the office in his previous life.

Therefore, it is inevitable to be a little curious.

Want to know.

After arriving outside Hogwarts Castle.

Decorah breathed a sigh of relief, covering the bruised left side of his face and the purple corners of his mouth.

He walked quickly through the front door.

Go into the foyer.

When it was all over, he had to go to the infirmary.

No magic wand.

Not even a wound can be healed.

As soon as she walked up the steps and entered the foyer, Decorah passed by a figure hurriedly running out.

He turned and looked over.

All he saw was Percy's hurried and anxious back.

Is this coming to an end?

Frowning, Decorah quickened her pace, crossed the foyer, and ran up the marble stairs.

Then run up quickly.

The movable staircase was particularly naughty today, moving around.

Often people get halfway there.

There are no steps ahead.

Decorah didn't pay attention, but jumped directly over.

Jumped to the docking stairs.

I didn't expect Decorah to be so brave and dare to jump over the stairs several floors high.

I'm afraid I'll kill someone if I do this.

The stairs quickly returned to their places.

Obediently, Decorah stepped on his way upstairs.

Come to the eighth floor.

Decorah stood at the door of the principal's office, suddenly hesitating again.

just in case…

Is it over?

He's here, isn't it a little weird...

It's almost like sneaking in...

I hesitated for a long time.

Finally, Decorah gave the order.

Then push the office door open.

Stepped in.

He just closed the door and didn't have time to see what was going on in the office.

A silver flash of light swirled in the sky.

There was an explosion.

The powerful force shook the entire office, shaking the mountains.

the portrait on the wall shouted.

That phoenix, Fox, was screaming too.

The air is filled with dust.

A huge attack wave exploded from the center, impacting all around.

Breaking sound.

Also accompanied by angry yelling.

Before Decorah could react at all, he was affected by this force that was strong enough to destroy a tower.

The whole person hit the wall behind him.

There was a numb feeling in the back of my head.

A stream of heat flowed from his hair and slid into the back of his collar.

Before he could raise his hand to touch it.

A picture frame was smashed directly over.

Hit him on the head.

The speed and weight simply gave Decola a blow in the head.

His vision went dark and his head was confused.

He knelt down directly on the ground, his head bleeding.

Now, I really knew that the hot current on my head was bleeding.

The picture frame fell in front of him and cracked in two.

Raising his hand, Decorah didn't know whether to touch the back of his head or his forehead.

Because these two places are extremely painful.

There was still blood coming out.

The dust floating in the air settled.

Everything has returned to calm.

But Decorah's head was buzzing and his mind went blank.

Nothing can come to mind.

At this moment, the office was completely in disarray. The table and cabinets collided with each other and turned upside down. The silverware on them fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Several people were lying motionless on the ground.

There was no movement.

"Decora? Why are you here!"

"how are you feeling?"

"Decora! Decora!"

"It's me!"

"I'm Harry, Harry!"

"Don't shake him Harry, he's in a bad way now!"

"Okay, Professor McGonagall, are you okay?"

"I'm fine and so is Marietta."

"Are you guys okay?"

"We're fine, Albus."

"but…"

……

The sounds heard in his ears were very low, like mosquitoes chirping, and Decorah couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

What's more, he didn't want to listen.

All he felt was that his eyes were red, and the pungent smell of blood was strong.

His face was wet.

The same goes for the back of the head.

It seemed like someone was squatting next to him, shaking him with his hand, and then stopped.

Immediately afterwards, another person squatted over.

The hands are shaking a little.

The two people didn't know what they said.

Another person walked over slowly and said something softly.

Decorah couldn't hear any of this clearly.

He had a severe headache and felt like his whole spirit and soul were being torn apart.

It seems like something is about to break out of the ground.

Passing through the protection, getting into his mind, trying to seize the opportunity to occupy his consciousness.

This feeling is very strong and strange.

A bad premonition arose, and Decorah's dazed mind was filled with resistance.

I want to squeeze this thing out.

But Decorah was in a trance and his mind was blank.

Make it impossible for exclusion to lead to direct expulsion.

The thing took the opportunity to squeeze in hard, and its appearance made Decorah's head sting sharply.

It stings like scratching a blackboard with fingernails.

It makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Almost instantly, Decorah woke up.

The vision and light returned to his eyes, and his mind was no longer blank.