HP: Slytherin disguise

Opening his eyes, Decorah explained the reason clearly.

Fudge's inner conflict was softened.

No more uneasiness.

mainly.

Decorah was shown to be too weak and naive from beginning to end.

There is no danger at all.

From tone of voice to expression.

All of them show straightforward emotions.

Fudge couldn't resist it at all, and he couldn't raise his conflicting psychology.

Even the thoughts were completely forgotten.

Where Fudge couldn't see.

Decorah's delicate and perfect face showed disdain and coldness.

and also.

A hint of murderous intent.

Although I'm in a bad mood now.

But Decorah knew.

Fudge is still useful alive and cannot be killed yet.

If you wear a mask for a long time, you will forget yourself.

This is a fact.

Decorah's heart is extremely complicated.

Some people can't distinguish between their own feelings and those of others.

But get used to it.

It should be able to calm down.

Fudge felt completely at ease after chatting with Decorah about some pleasant topics.

Because he still has to be busy with work.

Then he gave himself a gift that he had prepared for a long time: a magic wand.

Gave it to Decorah.

He noticed that Decorah never had her wand with her.

I don’t know if it’s because I don’t like wearing it or because I don’t have a suitable wand.

Anyway, he kept it in mind.

A wand was custom-made for Decorah.

"Thank you, uncle~"

Decorah held the long box and walked over naturally.

Even in his busy schedule, Fudge didn't forget to put down the work at hand and kissed Decorah on her fair forehead.

Then I saw Decorah leaving happily.

"What a good boy..."

Smiling and shaking his head, Fudge lowered his head and became motivated to work.

Left the office.

Decorah quickly opened the box as she walked.

Revealed, a brand new wand.

Pick up that wand.

Decorah glanced casually.

Yew wood, dragon nerve.

It was obvious that Fudge was very interested in this.

The dragon nerve wand core is good.

It's just yew, which doesn't suit him very well.

But it's okay to make do.

He didn't bother customizing a wand anyway.

This can be regarded as alleviating the urgent need.

Throwing the box into the trash can, Decorah quickly walked into the elevator.

When passing by.

Decorah turned her head and looked at Mr. Weasley.

A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Decorah walked straight into the elevator and waited for the gate to close.

Mr. Weasley turned around, his expression serious.

His left hand is hidden behind his back.

It seems to be holding something.

The hands were trembling slightly.

The mesh door slowly closed, cutting off the sight of the two people.

At last.

Mr. Weasley saw it, and Decorah had a sweet smile on his face and stuck out his tongue.

The door is completely closed.

Then rise.

Only Mr. Weasley was left, taking a deep breath.

That smile looks familiar.

Well-behaved and cute.

But no matter how you look at it now, it’s extremely weird.

It's also filled with a hint of ridicule.

ridicule…

"ridicule!"

Mr. Weasley opened his eyes suddenly and rushed to the elevator.

"Wait a moment!"

he shouted at the sculpture of an animal head above.

The sculpture glanced at him.

He said directly: "I can't wait."

"You want to go in as soon as you come out. You must be suffering from a serious illness."

After finishing speaking.

There was no more movement.

Mr. Weasley's chest heaved and he held a hand on the wall next to him.

The whole person was in a trance.

He finally understood what Decorah's smile meant.

That's naked ridicule!

So, what exactly is Decorah mocking?

Why are you laughing like this...

Or, that paper was dropped by Decorah.

The deaths of those five people.

Is it also related to Decorah?

Giant tribe…

Hagrid!

By the way, since he has forgotten Hagrid!

It’s been a few days, why is there no news from Hagrid!

Even if there is no news.

There has to be some movement...

None of the other members of the Order of the Phoenix have been in contact with him recently.

What happened?

Mr. Weasley fell into deep thought.

He and other members of the Order of the Phoenix rely on the guardian spirits of the God's Protection Spell to convey messages.

Because, all floo networks and fireplaces are monitored.

Envelopes must also be inspected after they are delivered.

The only means of communication now is also unfluctuated.

Does that mean...

There is a problem at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters...

However, he can't live without the Ministry of Magic now.

Fudge monitored him closely.

Before the holiday, even if you leave, you have to track down the reasons and other issues.

Here's Mr. Weasley's misery.

Decorah didn't know.

Because he was in a mood for a moment.

It became wonderful.

The Order of the Phoenix headquarters was indeed destroyed by the Death Eaters sent there.

Moreover, the entire building was destroyed.

The old Blake mansion was turned into ruins.

Knowing that their address had been exposed, the Order members spread out and hid.

I guess even communication is very careful.

"Giggle cluck..."

“Perfect~”

Decorah laughed and thrust her wand into her inner coat pocket.

Just don't know.

The Order of the Phoenix headquarters was destroyed, and Dumbledore knew how he would feel.

The old nest is gone.

You have to build a new nest.

This new nest…

Where will it be established?

He tilted his head and thought about it.

Decorah pouted in regret.

"I'm so sorry~"

……

Hogwarts.

The oppressive atmosphere did not dissipate, but became increasingly solemn.

After every get out of class.

Students will stand by the flower bed.

He looked up and saw the Soul Eater circling in the sky.

Occasionally.

They will also see professors at the front door with solemn faces.

Discussing something in a low voice.

And today.

is also like this.

Professor McGonagall stood at the front door, with Madam Pomfrey beside her.

There are really many students.

Frightened and sick.

Maybe they believed some rumors.

Thought the Soul Eater would kill Muggle-born wizards.

Actually.

These are just nonsense that Slytherin students use to scare other houses.

For those Muggle-born students.

"Jesus, if this keeps up."

"Students, all got sick."

Madam Pomfrey looked solemn and felt extremely depressed.

She hates seeing her children sick the most.

It hurts in my heart just to see it.

I wish I could drive away these soul-eating monsters that are the main culprits of causing children to get sick.

There was one two years ago.

But that's just lurking outside of Hogwarts.

just now.

Directly and aboveboardly hovering in the sky.

Afraid that no one would find out.

This is not the most critical.

The most important thing is that the cold air spread in the school caused colds and fevers.

Both physically and mentally.

They have all suffered great trauma, and these traumas are indelible.

It will be a shadow in the hearts of the students.

Professor McGonagall also looked solemn.

But there is nothing to do.

Today's Hogwarts has become the back garden of the Ministry of Magic.

There was no room for resistance.

She couldn't contact Dumbledore, and she couldn't find anyone willing to help.

Even if someone wants to help.

Also the heart is not strong enough.

Originally, the arrival of Mr. Garcia made her think that there was a turn for the better.

Now it seems.

They are all meaningless appearances.