HP: Slytherin disguise

Squatting next to the fireplace, Decola stretched out his hands to warm himself by the fire.

My hands are really sore from the cold.

It took a while.

Decorah then stood up and took off his cloak.

Put it on the back of the chair.

He walked around the office, seemingly trying to find something.

But actually.

Decorah had no idea what he was looking for.

just.

I just have such an obsession in my heart.

The thought arose.

It cannot be eliminated.

After walking around to the cabinet, Decorah stood on tiptoes, opened the cabinet door, and reached out to fumble around.

He has grown a lot taller.

At least.

I can now reach into the upper cabinet door.

It was empty inside.

At last.

Decorah took out a book from inside.

Decorah lowered his head and opened the book, frowning in confusion.

How could a book be placed so high?

"strangeness…"

Shaking her head, Decorah put the book back.

He didn't quite understand how there was a book.

But it seems that the obsession of looking for something in my heart has dissipated.

Did he just want to find this book?

He took out the book again.

Decorah flipped through it. This was a very ordinary book.

At the end of the page, Decorah lost his patience.

He threw the book back directly.

After the book was thrown back to the top of the cabinet, the last page was slowly opened.

On it, there are two scrawled abbreviations: VK·DM

Close the cabinet door.

Decorah sat back down in the chair by the fire.

Quietly thinking about whether he had forgotten something.

books…reading books…

The gray-blue eyes trembled.

Decorah vaguely seemed to remember something.

at this time.

A quick knock on the door interrupted his newly awakened memory thoughts.

Get up.

Decorah walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door.

It was Umbridge in a big pink robe, with a long pink scarf draped over her shoulders.

With a big smile on his face.

However, that smile was a little too forced, and one could guess that she was actually not in a good mood.

"Inside please, Ms. Umbridge."

Decorah stepped aside to make room.

He politely asked Umbridge to come in. It was really cold in the corridor outside.

Come in and get warmer.

Walking in with a smile, Umbridge looked around the entire office and found it new and cold.

She knew that Decorah would not be here often.

Otherwise, a normal professor's office would not be so deserted and new.

Not even the most basic portrait or anything.

No preference at all.

"I have to congratulate you for finally being discharged from the hospital."

"I'm not going to be discharged from the hospital."

"These savages are going to cause chaos."

"I'm trying to manage them, but Weasley's two troublesome children have spread bad ideas to them."

"They were either having snowball fights in the hallways or getting sick in class."

"However, I still haven't found out."

"Why do they get sick as soon as they enter the classroom?"

At Decorah's signal, she sat on a chair nearby.

The smile on his face could hardly be maintained.

Pursing her lips, Decorah chose to tidy up her desk.

Although the things above are already very neat.

However, Decorah was afraid that the smile on his face would be discovered.

He could only use the pretense of packing his things and lower his head to prevent Umbridge from seeing his expression.

It is really.

He knew all too well the story behind Umbridge's words.

It’s not that students get sick as soon as they enter the classroom, but that they get fever and get sick as soon as Umbridge enters the classroom…

that time.

Known collectively as 'Umbridge Syndrome' by students...

Obviously, that was dissatisfaction with Umbridge.

So as soon as she came to class, the students would eat the quick-acting candy sold by the Weasley twins and skip class when they were sick.

Umbridge locked them up to study.

Haven't found out the reason either.

I'm probably going crazy now.

But the mouth is still a bit beautified.

Did not say.

Students only get sick when they attend classes on their own.

Although she didn't say it.

But Decorah has past life memories, how could he not know?

This was also the reason why he couldn't stand it any longer.

"It's lawless indeed."

"I really don't take the school rules of Hogwarts seriously."

"Have they forgotten the school rules?"

Decorah suppressed a smile and asked.

In the previous life, only Peeves was so bold, and he was the only one who dared to throw snowballs and splash water in the corridor.

just now.

It seems to have changed.

Peeves disappeared, never to be seen again.

Troublemaker.

Also became students.

How dare they? Do you really not take the school rules seriously?

When the school rules were mentioned, Umbridge's face darkened.

She touched the jewelry on her wrist with her hand.

He said in a deep voice: "Except for Mr. Filch, no one in the entire Hogwarts supports me."

"Those professors... they're helping the students."

"Don't let me be punished too severely, and turn a blind eye to the students' troubles."

"The same goes for Professor McGonagall."

"They are trying to take back control of Hogwarts, ignoring and ostracizing me!"

His hands tightly grasped the jewelry on his wrists.

With a 'click' sound.

The gemstone bracelet was broken into half.

Only then did Umbridge react and broke the bracelet herself.

She took a deep breath.

A smile appeared on his face and he continued: "I hope you can warn them."

"They are trying to stick together and speak to the outside world as one."

Nodding slowly, Decorah leaned against the desk and frowned thoughtfully.

These students are really brave...

Behavior of professors.

He had already guessed it, which was normal.

After all, they have both been teaching at Hogwarts for more than ten years and already have feelings for each other.

Naturally, they couldn't tolerate it. Someone drove their principal away.

Take control of the school.

It does look touching.

but.

Decorah doesn't care what they do or think.

Now that he's the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Then you have to fulfill your responsibilities.

This is what Dumbledore taught him...

"Let's talk briefly to them during dinner."

"Keep this up."

"How dignified..."

Put down the books that you have sorted out seven or eight times.

Decorah responded.

Although he spoke so simply, his expression was solemn and cold.

A smile appeared on his face.

After Umbridge achieved her goal, she stood up and said, "Then I won't disturb you."

When I was about to walk out of the office door.

She turned her head again.

"By the way, Dumbledore has sealed the principal's office, making it impossible to enter."

After saying that, she walked out of the office.

He also closed the door.

Regarding being unable to enter Dumbledore's office.

Decorah didn't care.

Except for the Elder Wand, after all.

Dumbledore had nothing yet to attract his attention and expectations.

So just close it automatically.

Anyway.

He didn't want to go in at all.

Speaking of which, the most annoying thing for him in the past was entering Dumbledore's principal's office.