HP: Slytherin disguise

"Not seen for a year."

"A lot has changed."

The neck was tightened again, and Decorah was forced to lean back.

His hands were tightly holding the corners of his clothes.

The fingertips have begun to turn white due to exertion.

It seemed that he was aware of his uneasiness.

Grindelwald raised his arm slightly.

Not so hard.

below.

Mr. Garcia was surrounded by several senior officials of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Arrive at the edge of the lake.

If you want to go to the central podium.

You have to cross the lake.

The applause suddenly stopped in unison.

Everyone stood quietly without sitting down.

Just look at it.

Under the spotlight, Mr. Garcia crouched down and put one knee on the ground.

Then slowly stretched out his right hand.

He first used his left hand to hold the sleeve of his right arm to prevent the wide sleeve from hanging into the lake.

After confirming that it is correct.

Only then did Mr. Garcia put his right hand into the lake water.

In a quiet place.

Only the lake water was splashing.

Following a glistening white fish that was faintly glowing in the lake water, it quickly emerged from the water.

Jump up.

Bring out the splash.

Mr. Garcia also had a smile on his face.

The white fish fell back into the lake.

Struggling downstream.

Disappear.

No one is in a hurry, everyone is waiting for something.

until.

The white fish reappeared with a wand in its mouth.

Under everyone's gaze, we arrived at the edge of the lake.

He handed the wand to Mr. Garcia.

Hold the wand.

Mr. Garcia's lips moved slightly and his wand emitted blue light.

There was a loud clicking sound.

Starting from his hand that dipped into the lake water, ice began to spread around.

Hoarfrost appears.

The applause resounded again.

Mr. Garcia stood up and stepped onto the frozen lake.

Less than a moment.

The entire lake is frozen.

There are glowing fish swimming below.

Swim back and forth against the ice above.

But these.

Decorah couldn't even witness it.

His spirit was in a tense state at the moment.

"Don't be so scared, Decorah."

"You are very good..."

"Isn't it?"

The indifferent voice was bone-chilling.

Grindelwald slowly approached and whispered in Decorah's ear.

Quick side opening.

After Decorah reacted.

Then he sensed the danger.

That is an unspeakable danger.

Like a death notice.

"Yes, sir…"

"I…"

"Always very good..."

Turning his head, Decorah had a forced smile on his face.

The whole person leaned against the back of the chair, letting Grindelwald's arms hold him back.

The indifferent expression disappeared, and Grindelwald's brows moved slightly.

Stroking Decorah's delicate face with her fingertips.

As long as he exerts gentle pressure.

You can draw blood.

But he didn't do that.

after all.

My little assistant is very good.

Always well behaved.

And well-behaved children are unlikely to be angered or punished for no reason.

not to mention.

Grindelwald doesn't want to take action now.

"Arrange your tasks..."

"It's all done well."

"Keep it up."

Withdrawing his arm, Grindelwald spoke calmly.

seem.

The one who made Decorah feel that his life was in danger just now was not him.

The heart of a powerful wizard is always unpredictable.

Even Decorah himself was the same.

As the place lights up again.

Decorah heard the deafening cheers.

The wizards kept clapping and cheering.

Celebrating something.

These are not important.

The important thing is that Decorah can no longer feel Grindelwald's presence.

Turn around.

The seat behind him was empty.

He raised his hand and wiped his cheek.

The smile on Decorah's delicate face had disappeared.

Completely cold.

The gray-blue eyes also flashed with a sinister look.

"Damn..."

"Wait, no one can escape..."

"All have to die!"

His expression was distorted for a moment, and Decorah took a deep breath to adjust his mentality.

Now is not the time to hold grudges.

Looking up again, all the wizards in the audience had already sat down.

Decorah didn't quite understand what these people were doing.

But it certainly can.

Voting has nothing to do with these people.

Obvious things.

After all, it is impossible for everyone to vote for such an important vote.

Moreover.

Whose position this position belongs to has already been determined.

Now it's just a matter of going through the process.

''We invite students from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to perform their dances for us. ''

The sound of laughter resounded.

The curtain switched, showing the camera to the entrance.

As the brisk piano music slowly rose, a group of Beauxbatons students wearing blue silk robes appeared.

What followed was a sky full of silver butterflies.

They flew out from under the clothes of boys and girls.

Spread out.

Radiant.

After a pause, Decorah recognized the girl in the lead.

It's Hibiscus.

She had a charming smile on her face.

The long silver hair was loose.

Frowning slightly, Decorah always felt a little uncomfortable.

Of course, it wasn't the presence of Beauxbatons students that made him uncomfortable.

But the smiling voice just now made him uncomfortable.

Although the voice was completely unfamiliar.

But Decorah felt vaguely familiar.

Before he could think about it, a person bent over and walked over from the aisle.

Blocking Decorah's view of Wu.

''You're blocking my view. ''

Decorah raised her head and looked at the person.

''Sir, have you been here? ''

Thompson quickly sat aside, with a horrified expression.

He has noticed it.

Based on his experience, Grindelwald will definitely meet Decorah when he comes.

"Ah."

Look away.

Decorah continued to watch the Beauxbatons students who had already entered the ice.

A dark place with the sound of a piano.

The light of the silver butterfly adds a touch of dreamy color.

Although it doesn't poke at Decorah's aesthetics.

But it’s still very eye-catching.

Thompson's expression changed again and again, ranging from sadness to suspicion.

More, it's uneasiness.

He wanted to talk to Decorah, but he didn't know how to speak.

He could only follow Decorah's line of sight.

Go and admire the romantic dance steps of Beauxbatons students on the lake below.

No matter how romantic French dance music is.

Thompson couldn't calm down.

Listening to the muttering beside you.

Decorah frowned slightly.

He lowered his head slowly.

His eyes turned cold

"If you didn't mean it, just take your hands away."

With an 'ah' sound, Thompson quickly retracted his hand on Decorah's leg.

Ok.

Too nervous, too sad.

This also left him with nowhere to rest his hands and feet.

It's no longer coordinated.

God knows what his hands are thinking...

Thompson wiped the tip of his nose, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He turned his head to see Decorah's face.

well.

He was definitely looking gloomy.

Crossing her legs, Decorah moved to the side.

I really don’t want to be too close to people with abnormal brains.

Easily infected.

"The principal of Durmstrang Magic School has been replaced, do you know?"

"Ah? When did it happen?"

"I don't know, but it seems to have happened half a year ago..."

"Who is the new principal?"

"Any fool knows who it is..."

"what?"

"Oh shit, you idiot..."

"It's not who you are scolding..."

"You are the one who is scolding..."

There were whispers coming up and down.

Not far away, a few wizards were bored and got together to chat and gossip.