HP: Slytherin disguise

After reacting.

Decorah was disgusted.

Did he subconsciously want to shed tears just now?

Is this a side effect?

It's really disgusting...

"fact?"

Decorah clenched her fists and her expression turned cold.

"Bring me the evidence."

"I don't want to hear you talking nonsense and making things up out of thin air."

He sneered disdainfully.

He crossed his legs and leaned back slightly, staring at Professor McGonagall sarcastically.

It's more of a mockery than a sarcasm.

That gaze was too piercing and complicated.

It contains smile and indifference.

And a touch of disgust.

The gray-blue eyes were still clear, but they were covered by a layer of shadow.

The familiar light is gone.

Two people now.

Like a strange enemy.

Tit for tat.

The expressions on the faces vary.

But alienation and hatred are the most obvious emotions.

The hand pressing on the table curled up slightly, and Professor McGonagall's chest rose and fell violently.

It seems like something is brewing.

On the verge of anger.

"you've changed."

"I thought you were just blinded and couldn't see the true nature of the matter."

"In fact."

"You know everything."

"Nothing has changed."

"Only your heart has changed."

Staggering back, Professor McGonagall was relieved.

Maybe.

She should have been this way.

It's just that she can't let go and still has the slightest illusion about Decorah.

I thought it was too complicated.

Decorah was deceived by the Ministry of Magic and blinded by power.

But now it seems.

He is awake and clear.

Know everything.

Nothing has changed, those eyes are still clear without any impurities, and the smile is still innocent.

But the essence has changed.

The core has changed.

Whether it was from Decorah as the Director of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, or now as the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

She should have known this would happen.

Disappointed?

Of course disappointed...

All the care and love vanished in an instant.

Four years of care and pampering.

It's like a dream.

Back to reality, everything is rotten and rotten.

Maybe the child I met for the first time has already been subtly eliminated.

Professor McGonagall's heart.

Decorah didn't know and didn't want to know.

All he knew was that this man was worthless.

In the past, performances required support, but now the stage has been dismantled.

Naturally, we don’t need people to support us.

Talk about it.

He also has to thank Professor McGonagall for helping him work hard to get into the role and achieve the perfect disguise.

There is no support from Professor McGonagall.

How could more people pay attention and cheer?

"Tsk~"

Decorah suddenly chuckled.

Seems to have figured something out.

that's true.

They are all old acquaintances, and they have helped me at least.

He couldn't be said to be so heartless, with a cold face.

How unsightly is this?

"Okay, I know what you mean."

He crossed his arms, tilted his head and said casually: "Isn't it just about the Soul Eater."

"How about this."

"After the WL assessment in June is over."

"Just remove the Soul Eater."

"By the way, let them go to Hogsmeade for a vacation."

His eyes flickered.

Decorah already had an idea in his heart...

After receiving no reply for a long time, Decorah raised his eyes and glanced at Professor McGonagall.

But he found that the other party had a solemn expression.

The disappointment inside was undisguised.

I really don’t understand why this person is so into the drama...

Although I don't understand it.

But Decorah was too lazy to care anymore.

The ending is already determined in my heart.

No matter what I say, he won't change his mind.

Professor McGonagall, who saw this fact, could no longer stay.

She needed silence.

Digest all the negative emotions you have now.

Watch Professor McGonagall leave.

Decorah raised her hand and wiped the moist corners of her eyes.

Looking at the water marks on the back of his hand, he shook his hand unhappily.

One after another people entered the auditorium.

Decorah stood up.

Go out against the flow of people.

It's already dinner time.

Students entered the auditorium in an orderly manner and then sat down to eat.

They rarely talk, laugh, or make loud noises anymore.

Because at four long tables.

There are also several round tables.

Sitting next to him were law enforcement officers from the Ministry of Magic.

They are the ones responsible for patrolling Hogwarts and are also under Umbridge's command.

Keep her safe and carry out all orders.

The dinner was missing someone important.

That was Professor McGonagall and the other professors.

The entire chair looked empty.

Only Umbridge had the audacity to sit on the headmaster's throne in the middle.

A proud smile on his face.

Beside her was Thompson with an apologetic smile on his face.

In the corner, sat Professor Redenweiss.

Just three people sitting there.

It looks a little lonely and weird.

But no one cares about this except the students.

Umbridge didn't pay attention at all, just enjoying the pleasure and dignity brought by this seat.

In addition, there was Thompson beside him who said good things without leaving any trace.

now.

Nothing matters now.

"Look, she can stick two green onions in her nostrils and fly up to the sky."

Gryffindor table.

Ron lowered his back and turned his head to talk to Harry and Hermione.

His expression was disgusted and angry.

He didn't notice at all that his face was stained with stew juice.

"Don't say that, even though she hates it."

"If she finds out, you will be miserable, Ron."

"Besides, your face is covered in dirt."

Hermione glanced at the triumphant Umbridge on the throne, and then looked away.

I saw it just to feel angry.

Even more powerless.

It’s better not to watch.

Out of sight out of mind.

Raising his hand to wipe his face, Ron himself grinned in disgust.

Then he wiped it on the courtyard robe.

Wipe your hands clean.

This series of operations stunned Hermione and Harry, who were still in a daze just now.

Both of them looked shocked.

Ron looked up and wiped his hands clean, intending to continue to complain about Umbridge.

After discovering that both Harry and Hermione looked shocked and disgusted.

He touched his nose awkwardly.

He said in a muffled voice: "Then what, where did we talk about coming here?"

Take a deep breath.

Hermione couldn't eat anything.

Harry looked at the awkward atmosphere between the two people and lost his appetite.

Putting down the spoon, he lowered his voice and said, "Professor Thompson said that we can't go to Hogsmeade village during the weekends this year, nor can we leave Hogwarts."

"Although it looks like this has been foreshadowed."

"But I think there must be something going on here..."

"It was the same last time."

"But it didn't last long, and we all know why."

"This time is different."

"There were no signs."

"The ones here are not law enforcement officers from the Ministry of Magic, but Soul Eaters."

"Watch the place where you enter."

After hearing this, the two people who were still embarrassed at first disappeared instantly.

Come over as well.

They discussed in lowered voices.

Indeed.

This happened so suddenly.

It was fine originally.

This soul-eating monster comes as soon as it comes, and so many of them come.

It was like the entire Hogwarts was imprisoned.