HP: Slytherin disguise

But obviously.

They had some conflicts.

"Director..."

Just after Decorah watched the excitement for a while, he was interrupted again.

This time the cat came.

It's Percy.

He first looked at Thompson warily.

Then he sat down on the other side of Decorah.

Thompson sneered disdainfully, his expression changing from sadness to pride.

I don’t know what I’m proud of.

Decorah only felt a huge headache, sitting between these two people.

You can feel the obvious smell of gunpowder.

Increasingly intense.

There was almost lightning in the air.

He didn't need to look at him to know that the two of them were competing in the air.

obviously.

Percy noticed Thompson's movements and thought the man was secretly complaining.

And Thompson also guessed what Percy was thinking.

Deliberately showing a proud look.

It's like he really said bad things secretly behind his back.

"Stop your anger."

"Don't throw it here...huh..."

Getting up, Decorah really didn't know what to say.

On one side was Percy and on the other was Thompson.

He couldn't use a gentle tone, nor could he use a gloomy tone.

After all, these two are together.

In the end, he chose to stay away from these two idiots.

Crossing the aisle, Decorah went straight to the empty seat far away and sat down.

There are so many seats and people.

He managed to lose sight of Percy and Thompson.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind.

Decorah felt much relieved instantly.

"you…"

"Hello."

A voice came to my ears again.

Decorah didn't think twice this time and stood up directly, intending to sit down further away again.

It’s really endless.

There are people everywhere.

There might be someone there, but I still have to talk to him.

Originally, he was not in a good mood because of Grindelwald.

Now, I wish I could give the person who spoke a death curse.

"Wait a moment!"

The somewhat hesitant accent sounded again.

Decorah's wrist was instantly held.

He turned his head, a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

But after seeing the person holding his wrist clearly, Decorah was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Briggs?"

Sit down again.

Decorah was a little confused.

This person…

No, since Grindelwald has been here, it seems normal for Briggs to follow.

But Grindelwald has left.

Why is he still here?

And what about Inman?

Why is Briggs alone...

"Um…"

Briggs made a low 'hmm' sound.

Then he looked down without saying a word.

His handsome brows furrowed, and Decorah pulled his wrist back hard.

But it's obvious.

The man had no intention of letting go.

baffling…

"What do you mean?"

Decorah didn't want to sit with Briggs.

After all, he is Grindelwald's man.

Sitting next to him, he felt like he was being watched.

But something unexpected happened to Decorah.

Briggs grabbed his wrist and squeezed it tightly.

At the same time, he said in a low voice: "Sir, let me follow you."

Follow?

The expression on Decorah's face changed slightly.

I instantly understood the meaning.

It's more like following him than monitoring him.

With his strength, Grindelwald had no reason to arrange a move for him.

So what is this if not supervision?

It's obvious that he wants to pay attention to his movements and report them at any time...

There was an annoyed look in his eyes, and Decorah felt angry and weak.

Very abrupt and helpless.

He really couldn't do anything to Briggs.

Even if it’s unpleasant to be watched.

But if he really takes action, Grindelwald will definitely not treat it as nothing happened.

"let go."

There's no getting rid of Briggs right now.

Decorah could only choose to think of a solution later.

Now, you have to free your wrist first.

If he didn't care anymore, his wrist would be broken.

I don’t know where this man got his courage.

Dare to use such force.

Are you still afraid that he will run away?

"Sir, let me watch you."

Briggs' expression remained unchanged and his attitude was firm.

Even if he was facing Decorah.

This outstanding and international genius.

It can be said that he is not afraid at all.

Because he is fulfilling the mission given to him by Grindelwald.

That is to monitor Decorah's every move and not let him leave his sight too far.

Before the coldness in his eyes was revealed, Decorah quickly hid it.

Then he smiled brightly.

"But, you hurt me..."

The green, soft voice is very soft.

With a fatal fragility.

It was impossible to ignore the young man's grievance.

Briggs froze, including his thoughts.

When his whole body froze.

Decorah had already moved closer.

At the same time, he raised his wrist that was being held tightly, and his voice was extremely uncomfortable:

"It hurts..."

"It's already purple."

"Can you be gentler?"

"Mr. Briggs..."

Lowering his head in panic, Briggs looked at his hand holding Decorah.

His hands were strong.

The young man's slender, white wrist has been grasped and traces have been left.

Blue and purple.

It looks startling.

"Sorry...sorry..."

Briggs subconsciously let go of his hand, but after reacting.

He tightened his grip again.

Are you crazy?

Since you want to let go?

At the same time, he woke up with a start.

Who is Decorah?

The assistant who can accompany Mr. is the young master of the Malfoy family, the Director of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and the current principal of Hogwarts.

Such a person who has been blessed with countless honors.

How could she be so delicate?

This is completely impossible...

"hiss…"

Before Briggs could continue to feel the shivers down his spine, a sudden intake of breath interrupted his thoughts.

Turn around.

He met Decorah's gray-blue eyes.

Tears overflowed from her eyes, sliding down the ends of her pale pink eyes and past her fair cheeks.

Leave a trail of tears.

"Don't try so hard, okay?"

A crying voice shattered Briggs' last line of defense.

He was barely thinking.

He immediately let go of Decorah's wrist.

He turned his head as if to escape, forcing himself not to look.

Lowering his eyes and looking at his blue and red wrist, Decorah moved slowly.

His face was stained with tears.

It's a cold expression full of hostility.

Even his eyes were full of ruthlessness.

The discomfort and weakness just now are completely gone.

What a mindless idiot.

Can't you bear this?

A disdainful sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Decorah rubbed her wrist, already having a strategy in mind to deal with Briggs.

And Briggs on the side.

He also calmed down at this moment.

He has noticed that Decorah is not simple, and something is wrong.

However, he just couldn't look directly into Decorah's tear-filled eyes.

I obviously know this is nonsense.

But it’s easy to empathize.

Briggs took a deep breath and placed his hand on his forehead.

The faint fragrance was inhaled into the nasal cavity, and Briggs clenched his hands unconsciously.

The scent comes from his hands.

It was the hand that grasped Decorah's wrist.

Body fragrance?…

A trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Briggs quickly put his hand down.

Everyone was in a panic.

He felt that he was surrounded by a strange aura without realizing it.

Why let go?

Why are you so soft-hearted?

Why do you think about the source of fragrance?