HP: Slytherin disguise

But there will still be people.

Touch his face and long hair with your hands.

Their excitement.

No less than winning the lottery.

But impolite touching really disgusted Decorah.

Because he is a public figure.

Every movement and expression will be noticed.

He still kept smiling.

Avoid exciting contact.

Although these people are their own supporters and fans...

of course.

There are also wizards who follow suit.

After some twists and turns.

Decorah finally reached the front entrance aisle.

"Hello Mr. Decorah!"

The leading International Federation of Wizards staff stepped forward.

He stretched out his hand to signal.

Turn around.

Decorah looked at Percy and Thompson who were obviously still angry.

His fists clenched.

He knew he couldn't show any displeasure.

Because on the curtain, the wind and grass here are being captured all the time.

Include any detailed expression.

"Director."

See Decorah finally arrives.

Representatives from the Ministry of Magic crowded over instantly as if they had found a backbone.

So embarrassing, so humiliating.

They didn't dare to look up at the curtain.

Because they know.

It has been broadcasted.

For the first time, I was embarrassed internationally...

But obviously.

Thompson and Percy paid no attention to this.

They are still angry.

I wish I could have a fight.

Taking a few steps forward, Decorah came to Percy's side.

"Director, I..."

Percy slumped momentarily.

Keep your head down.

Like a criminal who has done something wrong.

There was no extra emotion on Decorah's delicate face, only a gentle smile.

"His brain is not normal. Don't get along with him..."

Raising her hand, Decorah straightened Percy's messy suit.

He also straightened his badge.

The low voice was very soft.

Only two people can hear it.

Percy was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and lowered his head even further.

"Feel sorry…"

"I have no idea…"

"he…"

"He looks down on me..."

The trembling, angry voice was lowered.

Percy felt more or less comforted.

He thought this was what happened.

Decorah would be angry that they were embarrassing themselves here.

But actually.

No blame, only comfort...

"All right."

"I'll warn him."

"Hurry up and find a seat and tidy up."

"Ok?"

The soft tone made Percy blush.

He quickly raised his hand and wiped the blood on his face.

Then turned and left.

Find a seat and sit.

"You guys should hurry up and find a seat and sit down."

Turning his head, Decorah signaled these unimportant representatives to leave.

The representatives of the Ministry of Magic, who finally got rid of their embarrassment, looked relieved.

Quickly separate and find a location.

The staff of the International Federation of Wizards seems to have nothing to do.

Then he quickly turned around and left.

"That trash..."

Thompson was a little dissatisfied, and he wanted to give Percy a death curse.

It's easy to relieve the hatred in your heart.

"Don't be embarrassed here..."

"You're looking for trouble, I don't mind sending you to death."

Decorah had an apologetic smile on her face.

While pulling Thompson towards the aisle, he warned in a soft tone.

Although this voice is extremely gentle.

But it revealed a coldness.

Thompson's expression changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and did not dare to continue speaking.

Finally, Decorah found an opening.

Placed Thompson there.

He quickly returned to his original position.

During this period.

Chirping excited shouts are indispensable.

The lights illuminating the entire lecture stadium suddenly turned off.

The place was darkened instantly.

The lake below was sparkling.

The fish inside exude blue and green light, which is so beautiful.

Decorah took the opportunity to quickly return to his seat and sit down.

Finally settled down.

Because wizards like to sit forward.

So the last position seems empty.

There were only a few people there.

It just so happened that Decorah, a popular figure, was hidden in a dark corner.

otherwise.

He would be greeted with screams and excited greetings.

As the scene fell silent.

The curtain lit up in the dark lecture stadium.

Pictured above.

Entryway.

Many wizards started talking without waiting.

One person appeared on the curtain first.

He is a kind-hearted, serious and just old man.

The white and cumbersome wizard robes set him off as a profound old gentleman.

And this person.

That's Mr. Garcia.

Followed by.

Another person appeared, a senior member of the International Federation of Wizards following him.

Decorah met him at the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge introduced it.

It's Mr. Gonzalez.

But the impression is not very deep.

Behind the two of them were several old wizards with white beards.

their arrival.

The audience burst into warm applause.

The applause was like thunder.

Applause alone was not enough, all the wizards in the audience stood up instantly.

Stand straight.

A face full of adoration.

The hand looks like it's not his own.

Applause vigorously and non-stop.

Decorah took a deep breath and stood up with one hand on the armrest of the seat.

But next second.

His neck was wrapped with arms.

Then pull back hard.

Falling back into his seat, Decorah grabbed the sudden arm.

Subconsciously reaching for the wand.

But then.

His hand stopped in mid-air.

Together.

The whole person froze.

"Quiet."

The indifferent voice was familiar yet unfamiliar.

The fear that had been silent for a long time came back to my heart.

Decorah's face instantly turned pale.

He slowly retracted his hand.

"First...sir..."

"Ah."

Quiet, deathly quiet.

The noise in front seemed to be isolated and separated from here.

A trace of cold sweat slid across his forehead.

Decorah never expected that Grindelwald was here too!

This is the International Federation of Wizards...

What is he here to do?

The unknown is the scariest thing.

Decorah doesn't want to have contact with Grindelwald right now.

More over.

Afraid of showing his hatred.

Shu Ling's deep sleep is due to Long and his own forgetfulness.

But get to the bottom of it.

All this was caused by Grindelwald.

Whether it's emotional out-of-control or dragon parasitism.

Don't hate.

That's all false.

But he couldn't hate.

It's now, I can't hate for the time being.

Even if you hate it!

Also hide your hatred.

Maybe he didn't dare to think of being hostile to Grindelwald.

but now.

He has, and he dares.

Only Dumbledore and Harry Potter died.

Only Voldemort was eradicated.

Only by killing Grindelwald...

He is safe.

His parents and everything he wants to protect will be safe.

Ambition is never a derogatory term.

Decorah is indeed greedy and ambitious.

He wants family affection and a status above all else.

With that illusory pure blood glory.

These are the meaning of his life, the distant view of his previous life.

But the strong are often lonely.

Because anything that can threaten them will be eradicated one by one by themselves.

Decorah never faced his own heart.

But since the end of the Triwizard Tournament.

He had to clearly understand what he needed.

And get it at any cost.

Get rid of all scraps and chess pieces.

An excellent chess player knows how to discard useless chess pieces.