HP: Slytherin disguise

Voldemort knew that Decorah wanted to use the Death Eaters, but he didn't bother to care about the purpose.

As long as it doesn't touch his interests.

Talk to smart people.

Just simple.

Decorah decisively dedicated his Dark Mark.

Let Voldemort summon a few lucky people at random.

Ok…

Just a dozen people.

There are quite a lot of people, but I don’t know if it will be very effective...

If they were all killed.

That would be embarrassing and embarrassing...

Since they were all a group of people who were willing to die, Decorah felt that there was no need to be so strict.

Is it useful.

it's the same.

Anyway, just make a contribution.

There were more than a dozen Death Eaters, only a few of them had the Dark Mark, and the rest were filled in.

Maybe it's rarely reused.

Or just take a look.

These Death Eaters howled with joy.

I wish I could kneel down and cry bitterly.

However, after Voldemort's Avada Kedavra killed one of their companions.

Less than five seconds.

Everyone returned to their positions, and there were no tears on their faces.

Decorah led them away.

First, instill in them some psychology of being reused.

Then directly tell them the address of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters and let them do something big.

No one refused or protested against this task.

On the contrary, everyone was extremely happy and felt that they were lucky ones.

Then he held his wand directly.

So we set off...

Decorah's smile disappeared.

His eyes were cold.

"A bunch of trash..."

just now.

It's time to take control of Hogwarts.

Prevent Hagrid from running in and telling the news...

There are no warnings or announcements.

The Soul Eater of Azkaban has descended on Hogwarts.

They are like ghosts.

Floating in the sky, the feeling of spring is gone.

The mood of the students suddenly turned negative.

You know, they told Mr. Garcia everything.

The results are obvious.

They fell silent, under Mr. Garcia's righteous and kind mask.

Not shy in front of the media.

Praise Mr. Garcia lavishly.

then…

There's no after that.

Mr. Garcia has been gone for two days and there is no news.

There is no news that the Ministry of Magic has been warned or rectified.

Everything is running in an orderly manner.

It’s just a matter of repeating the life we ​​had before.

So what does this Soul Eater mean?

The students are scared and the professors are uneasy.

Let the whole Hogwarts.

All fell into a haze.

No less than Cedric's death during the Triwizard Tournament.

The key is.

The number of soul-eating monsters is still increasing gradually as time goes by.

Professor McGonagall wants to talk to Decorah.

But Decorah never returned to Hogwarts.

It was just a simple matter of arranging for the Soul Eater to come over.

He didn't even show his shadow.

Ministry of Magic.

Fudge paced back and forth in the office uneasily.

His hands.

Hold each other tightly.

Fudge never expected that Decorah would kill the Soul Eater in Azkaban without saying a word.

Sent to guard Hogwarts.

And there are more than a dozen of them per group.

Totally exceeded expectations.

No matter how quiet he is in glory now.

Also know.

Things are neither simple nor complex.

and the seriousness of the situation.

There was no danger or issue whatsoever, so the Soul Eaters were rashly surrounding Hogwarts.

Just unbelievable.

Just don't know.

What did Decorah want to do by doing this?

Fudge lost his peace of mind.

It just felt like everything was deviating from his expectations and budget.

So is Decorah really naive?

This is a question that Fudge has thought about repeatedly in recent months.

He knew in his heart that the heir to the Malfoy family could not be truly innocent.

This is the obvious answer.

but.

Decorah has his own thoughts, isn't this normal?

But this thought is too weird and profound.

Everything is changing.

Decorah also gradually revealed his true purpose and character.

Maybe he should have thought that Decorah was not simple.

But Fudge would rather deceive himself.

I don’t want to believe it either.

He is restless and unable to detect the future.

He is obsessed with power.

I also know how hard-won these statuses are and how intoxicating they are.

If he was asked to make a choice...

One side is rights, the other side is...

Fudge thought of Mr. Garcia, the thoughtful vice president.

He should have thought of it.

This man will do anything to consolidate his position.

Could Decorah be involved with Mr. Garcia?

Most of the credit for the current prosperity of the Ministry of Magic can be attributed to Decorah.

Out of Galleons, and out of strength.

The influence is also due to him.

His hands trembled slightly.

Fudge wanted a statement.

Give him peace of mind.

at this time.

The office door was pushed open.

Fudge quickly sat down behind his desk and let go of his clenched hands as if nothing had happened.

Then look up.

A smile appeared on his face.

It was no one else who came in.

It was Decorah.

"Uncle Fudge, what do you want from me?"

With a smile in her eyes, Decorah closed the door and walked over slowly.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

Fudge smiled and said, "It's no big deal."

"I just miss you a little."

"Well...how have you been lately?"

With the tip of his tongue touching his sharp fangs, Decorah said nothing.

He just looked at Fudge with a faint smile on his face.

The atmosphere was at a stalemate.

Fudge's hands were already a little stiff.

Smile on face.

It also becomes a little unnatural and complicated.

"Giggle cluck..."

Just when Fudge was about to laugh, Decorah laughed.

The laughter was crisp.

"Uncle~"

"I've been having a good time lately..."

"I just miss you a little~"

"I knew it."

"You will miss me too~"

Decorah trotted up to Fudge and held his arm coquettishly.

Those flawless eyes were sparkling.

There is light inside.

Very pure and bright light.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The distracting thoughts in my heart disappeared instantly.

He raised his hand and gently touched Decorah's cheek.

"Just miss me..."

He seemed to be mumbling to himself.

Somewhat absent-minded.

Until, Decorah put his hand on his face.

Then he rubbed it gently.

"Uncle has been busy dealing with reporters recently, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

"correct."

"I went to Azkaban the day before yesterday."

"Took some Soul Eaters away and went to Hogwarts."

"Let them guard."

Close your eyes.

Decorah's voice was soft and not dangerous.

He seemed very dependent.

He gently rubbed Fudge's hand that was touching his cheek.

Then he spoke slowly: "Dumbledore will definitely not give up."

"He should be gathering his own Order members."

"By the way, go brainwash Harry Potter and make him his banner."

"I think it's better to be careful."

"The dementors are arranged to guard the place to prevent Dumbledore's remnants from sneaking into Hogwarts."

"Everything must be taken precautions."

"There have been a lot of things going on recently, and I didn't find the time to mention this matter to my uncle."

"It's just right now, I can tell you..."