HP: Slytherin disguise

It's dinner time.

The castle was instantly filled with the sound of footsteps, noisy laughter, and chatter.

Everyone is discussing.

Nowadays.

How angry and helpless Umbridge was.

As he walked into the auditorium.

The students at the front were all frozen in place, looking confused and dumbfounded.

because.

At this moment, the long table in the auditorium has disappeared.

No matter the tables or chairs, they all disappeared without a trace.

The entire auditorium was empty.

Except for the staff table that still exists, there is nothing in the entire auditorium.

Students kept coming.

Then he looked around with a confused expression and started talking in confusion.

Professor McGonagall came in with a puzzled look on her face.

She quickly came to the front of the students.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

At last.

Professor McGonagall said: "Everyone, please be quiet first."

"I think it should be your...practical class professor who is back."

"He's probably planning to say something."

"Prefects of each college, quickly arrange your teams."

"calm down."

She had guessed the reason.

After all, she saw Umbridge's proud look not long ago.

She had already guessed that it was Decorah who was back.

But it's worth noting.

She didn't call Decorah the principal, nor did she call Decorah by his Christian name.

Instead, he is called a practical class professor.

The students were stunned, and it took a few seconds to realize who the practical class professor was.

They started whispering to each other.

However, the prefects of each house are very competent.

He quickly asked the students in his college to line up and stand where the long table used to be.

Five minutes.

The teams from the four courtyards were already lined up neatly.

Professor McGonagall stood at the guest of honor table, and several other professors stood beside her.

No one is sitting.

They all waited quietly.

Another five minutes.

Outside the auditorium, two people walked in.

Walking in front was Decorah, who had platinum and silvery hair. He was only wearing a thin white shirt.

The whole person is illuminated by countless candlelights in the sky.

Sparkling, so dazzling.

Following behind him.

It was Umbridge who looked proud.

Walking down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff lines.

Decorah turned his head and glanced at them.

"Good evening, students."

He chuckled lightly and went directly to the staff table under the hostile eyes of the students.

Then without hesitation.

I sat directly in the middle position.

this is.

A position that belongs exclusively to Dumbledore.

He sat down.

The students were instantly furious and stared at Decorah with angry faces.

I can't wait to push him out.

Professor McGonagall had a complicated face, and her hands hanging by her sides tightly grasped her robe.

Other professors also looked complicated and angry.

But they didn't say anything.

After all, Decorah is now the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

But they don't tell.

Some students are anxious.

"Why are you sitting in Professor Dumbledore's seat!"

In Gryffindor House, a first-year student shouted angrily.

His sudden voice.

Everyone was stunned.

Subsequently.

Everyone cast admiring glances at him.

A smile followed on his face.

Professor Flitwick almost stopped laughing. He quickly covered his mouth and chuckled softly.

at this time.

A cold gaze locked on him.

Turning his head, Professor Flitwick found Snape staring at him.

Laugh twice.

Professor Flitwick quickly turned away, unable to laugh anymore.

Decorah raised her hand and touched her chin.

With a serious look on his face, he pretended to think carefully about the student's question.

"Because I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Isn't this something that was notified a month ago?"

"Are you so behind on news?"

Decorah leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face.

It makes people’s teeth itch to see it.

"The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of sanctimonious guys! It's because you opposed Professor Dumbledore that the Minister made you the Headmaster of Hogwarts!"

Just when the freshman didn't know how to answer.

In Ravenclaw House, a student shouted.

Except for Slytherin House.

Students from the other three colleges nodded in approval.

He pursed his lips.

Decorah looked at them calmly and said in an indifferent voice: "Who told you."

"I work for the Ministry of Magic?"

"This temporary appointment was approved by the International Federation of Wizards."

"Does not include any contact."

Silence fell in the auditorium.

In Slytherin House, some students laughed and looked down upon the two students who were speaking.

but.

The students really don’t know.

Decorah serves as the Headmaster of Hogwarts and is approved by the International Federation of Wizards.

They just thought it was the work of the Ministry of Magic.

Do it for a long time...

He works for the International Confederation of Wizards...

"I know that most of you don't want to change the principal and don't like me very much."

"I know this very well."

Decorah suddenly said something knowingly.

Just when the students were relieved, thinking that he had a conscience and the only remaining kindness.

Decorah's next words.

Just chop them up until they are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Leaning forward, Decorah leaned on the table with his elbows, crossed his fingers, and rested his chin on the back of his hands.

There was a look of regret on his face.

"But it's a pity."

Pouting, he said helplessly: "I am now the principal of Hogwarts."

"You may as well protest."

"It's okay to be unhappy."

"It doesn't even matter if you hate me."

"after all."

"You still have to face me every day."

"Have no idea…"

"Who asked me to be appointed~"

"of course."

"If you have any opinions, you can write to the International Federation of Wizards."

Grinning, Decorah sounded cheerful.

The whole person exudes sunshine and cheerfulness.

Give people a kind of.

How can you bear with me?

Not to mention how annoying it is.

An expression of anger and disbelief instantly appeared on his face.

Most of the students standing below were going crazy. This was the first time they had discovered this.

Decorah is so annoying and infuriating.

It’s simply heartbreaking!

Turning around, Decorah glanced at Umbridge, and then remembered her purpose.

"The month I was away."

"What you guys did."

"I know everything clearly now."

"To that."

"I just find it difficult to comment."

"You violated discipline and school rules."

"And I'm still proud of it..."

He glanced at the students who had their heads raised and faces filled with anger.

Decorah knew these people.

Having said that, I guess you still dare to do it.

Their anger has reached an intense level.

So I want students to be obedient.

You have to change your strategy.

As for what strategy.

Then you have to make perfect use of the students’ parents.

If you don't obey, you have to threaten.

Commonly known as: calling parents

Provide warning and critical education.

I am afraid.

No parent wants their child to support Dumbledore.

Then he was called to the office by: Decorah, who was the director of legal enforcement and the principal of Hogwarts...

Give a warning?