HP: Slytherin disguise

"It's class time now."

"I can take you for a walk."

"please."

Decorah knelt down on one knee and wiped the dust off Mr. Garcia's leather shoes with his sleeve.

Then get up.

Make a gesture of invitation.

Very respectful.

Nod.

Mr. Garcia put down his legs and stood up.

He had a meaningful smile on his face.

Like a kind elder...

Walking down the silent corridor.

In my ears, there was the crisp and gentle sound of footsteps.

The three wizards followed Mr. Garcia closely.

Always on guard.

Inside the History of Magic classroom.

At this moment, there are first-year students in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses.

Sit upright.

With his eyes open, he stared at Thompson, who was talking eloquently and with spittle flying everywhere.

Thompson looked particularly glamorous in a suit.

He held the desk with both hands.

He talks about the great deeds of the Ministry of Magic in a cadence.

An ordinary incident of capturing a vicious wizard was described as thrilling by him.

It makes people feel worried.

While dangerous, it is also mixed with blood.

The students listened with great interest and their blood boiled.

I wish I could have a big fight myself.

"This is Thompson, who worked in the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."

"He is a very good diplomat."

"The International Federation of Wizards lacks verbal...talents like him!"

"Genius...yes, a genius!"

Decorah was so talkative that it almost turned out to be eloquence.

Fortunately.

He cut his losses promptly.

Nothing wrong.

Touching her lips with her fingertips, Decorah looked at Thompson through the window.

Precisely.

It was looking at Thompson's mouth that was talking nonsense.

Although he had just listened to it for a while, he almost fell into it.

mainly.

Thompson's story is so exciting and fascinating.

He even had the idea of ​​staying here and listening.

However, he is still relatively sober.

Know what time it is.

"Really? I seem to have heard of him. He gave a good speech."

"It's a good seedling."

"Let him join the International Federation of Wizards next month."

Mr. Garcia didn't pause.

The answer was directly in the affirmative.

It can be regarded as a response to Decorah's choice just now.

"Um…"

"He's still at Hogwarts..."

Decorah turned around, wanting to say that Thompson would still teach at Hogwarts.

But he wasn't done yet.

He was interrupted by a gesture from Mr. Garcia.

He stared at Thompson behind the desk.

Mr. Garcia looked calm and said softly: "It's okay, just let him take up the post."

"Hand out a position."

"When to work depends on his mood."

With the blessing of interests, Thompson only needs to put his name on it, and he will receive all the treatment he deserves.

As for whether he will come to work.

That doesn't matter at all.

Decorah turned around and followed Thompson's 'speech'

Ok.

Very wonderful.

The Ministry of Magic originally asked him to serve as Professor of the History of Magic at Hogwarts.

Simply the most correct choice.

"It's a talent."

Mr. Garcia looked at it for a while and then gave his opinion.

It is indeed a rare eloquence.

He also couldn't see that this person didn't have much ability or strength.

Just simple and have a good mouth.

And that brain that works extremely fast.

But this didn't cause much damage to him.

It was just a position. After he became the president, these were all minor problems.

Several people did not stop.

Keep going.

"When will the election be held?"

Decola spent this month dealing with Mr. Garcia.

All serious matters were forgotten.

"March 1st."

"The International Confederation of Wizards will hold a meeting."

"The magic departments of various countries in the magic world will send people to participate in the voting."

Mr. Garcia looked at the classroom next to the corridor, his eyes wandering.

I don’t know what I’m missing…

Halfway through shopping.

Umbridge finally heard the news and came over.

Decorah naturally let her take over his place and continued shopping with Mr. Garcia.

As for him, he went to find Thompson.

After all, they all agreed to let the students know about the deeds of the 'great man' Mr. Garcia.

You can't break your promise.

Thompson is also a smart guy.

Naturally, I understand what this means.

He looked up some information and determined what he would teach in the course for the next month.

Decorah never interfered.

After informing him, he asked Mr. Filch to complete a task.

That is to make a portrait of Mr. Garcia.

Ok…

To be done before dinner.

And hang on…

Hanging on the wall behind the guest of honor.

This is enough to give Mr. Garcia face.

After all, he is the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards and the future official president.

When you come here, you always enjoy the highest treatment.

At the very least, respect must be offered.

Mr. Filch was the most adept at this task, and he even proposed it.

The idea of ​​tidying up the auditorium as well.

Sure enough, the salary is paid in place.

Everything is easy to say.

After receiving double his salary, Mr. Filch finally woke up.

Know who he wants to listen to.

Take the initiative to take on tasks.

It's worthy of his double salary.

Decorah only felt that today was going particularly smoothly.

Everything is arranged clearly.

All we need to do is send Mr. Garcia off after dinner.

As for the International Federation of Wizards Conference on March 1st.

It’s still early, a month’s time.

There is no need to think in a hurry.

Decorah separated from Mr. Filch and walked into the hall.

Get ready to go back to the office and take a rest.

It just happened to be at this time.

The spoilers show up.

That was Harry whose expression became complicated when he saw him.

There were times when Decorah wanted to punch him.

What expression is this...

Decorah didn't want to pay attention to Harry, so she turned sideways and planned to go upstairs.

But he was still blocked by Harry.

Although he blocked the person, Harry didn't say anything.

Just looked at Decorah.

As if waiting, the other person spoke.

Decorah's good mood dissipated instantly, replaced by irritability.

I'm really afraid of the memory of the two meeting each other.

Spied on by Voldemort.

If he was actually spied on, Voldemort would definitely become suspicious.

I wish I could just strangle him to death.

Thinking about it, Decorah felt upset.

He wasn't coddling Harry.

Instead, he directly raised his hand and pushed the person away.

Harry's expression changed slightly when his back hit the handrail of the stairs, but it wasn't because of pain.

It's because Decorah pushed him away!

This seems normal.

But it's not normal either.

At the very least, it wasn't normal in his memory.

He didn't want Decorah to push him away mercilessly.

What happened recently is too complicated.

It was so complicated that he couldn't think of anything clearly.

He couldn't figure out how to connect even the most basic things.

Do not understand.

What puzzled him the most was.

Who is Decorah helping?

He didn't believe that Decorah would listen to Voldemort, nor did he believe that a person as arrogant as Decorah would listen to other people's orders.