HP: Slytherin disguise

With a smile on his solemn face, Mr. Garcia looked at the remaining four tickets.

He picked up two.

Bending down, he handed the ticket to Decorah.

"One is what a representative of the Ministry of Magic should have."

"One is what a Hogwarts headmaster deserves."

After taking the ticket, Decorah glanced at it casually and nodded.

Mr. Garcia smiled more peacefully.

He raised his hand and rubbed the top of Decorah's head.

Then he straightened up.

"this way please."

The staff bent down and made a gesture of invitation.

Decorah followed him down the platform, amidst a burst of excited shouts.

left here.

Entered the hidden room.

The wizards in the audience sat down one after another after Decorah left.

They started discussing in whispers.

This outstanding representative of the British Ministry of Magic.

Briggs unclenched his tightly clenched fists and raised his hands to rub his temples.

He stood up and quietly left the audience.

Percy and Thompson, who had been staying in their original positions, were now bickering.

It can be said.

After the two left from Decorah.

The mutual spray mode has been turned on.

Keep making fun of each other.

Attack the opponent's weaknesses.

Thompson's shortcoming is that he only has a mouth, and Percy's shortcoming is that he has a family with no lofty ambitions.

"I suggest you get the Ministry of Magic's time turner, go back in time, straighten your position, and talk to me!"

The final result ended with Thompson's words.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and left the audience.

Leaving Percy with a damaged pride...

This is a small conference room.

There are a dozen chairs placed around the long table.

The chairs are not arranged in any order, so there are only a few people sitting there.

One on the left and one on the right.

No one took the initiative to speak.

They are all doing their own thing.

Whether it’s closing your eyes to relax or arranging your clothes

This was all after Decorah came in.

has become a thing of the past.

The first person to speak out was the representative employee of the French Ministry of Magic.

He stood up, pulled out a chair very gentlemanly, nodded and smiled at Decorah.

He held out his hand to indicate.

Decorah did not refuse the kindness.

Instead, he chose to accept it.

After he sat down, the French Ministry of Magic gentleman extended his hand.

In broken English: "Hello."

"I'm Frank."

His accent is a bit strange.

It made Decorah feel extremely awkward.

"Decora Malfoy."

The lips are slightly open.

After Decorah finished speaking.

He turned his head and ignored Frank.

"give you…"

Withdraw your outstretched hand.

Frank took off the rose from his chest and continued talking with a strange accent.

He raised his hand impatiently and took the rose.

Decorah nodded and said a perfunctory thank you.

He put the rose on his lap and turned to chat with Ms. Maxim.

Madame Maxime was in a good mood.

Especially facing Decorah.

She talked about almost anything, including things at school.

Together.

Congratulations to Decorah for becoming Headmaster of Hogwarts.

There is a lot of talk between the principal and the principal.

Frank, who was ignored, was tapping his boots against the ground.

Hummed a song.

The old wizard representing the United States Ministry of Magic was extremely confused and wanted to take a rest but was woken up.

It was really Frank who was making the noise.

He could no longer close his eyes and meditate.

At last.

He could only be forced to open his eyes and stare at Frank.

But Frank didn't notice any of this at all, he was immersed in his own world.

Inextricable.

The door opened again, and seven or eight old wizards walked in.

Before the door could close, Mr. Garcia walked in with several senior officials of the International Federation of Wizards who had been following him.

After everyone found their seats and sat down.

They all kept silent.

After a while, a staff member came in.

He poured everyone a cup of tea.

Then exit the room.

Decorah looked at the two tickets in his hand and turned them over.

Only then did I discover the difference.

On the back, there is a row of names engraved on it.

At the top is Mr. Garcia's full name.

The only sounds in the quiet conference room were the movement of chairs and coughs.

Delegates with votes kept their heads lowered.

He looked at the ticket in his hand and thought deeply.

As for those without votes, most of them are candidates.

He raised his hand and blotted out Mr. Garcia's name on the two tickets with red ink on the table.

He blew on the ticket.

Hopefully the ink will dry.

such.

You won't get a table full of ink just because you keep it covered.

But what should I do with the ink on my hands...

As her eyes lit up, Decorah remembered the rose given by Frank.

He picked up the rose from his lap.

Wiped his fingers.

Red ink and red rose colors complement each other.

I can't tell who is more popular.

But for Decorah, it's all the same.

After wiping his fingers, he dropped the crumpled rose on the ground.

Then put the back of the ticket on the table.

Get up and push to the center of the table.

The sound directly attracted everyone's attention.

They all looked at Decorah with strange expressions.

no…

Is it that fast?

We were all ready to think about it for three days and three nights.

It's less than ten minutes for you...

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Mr. Gonzalez quickly stood up and walked over, whispering in Decorah's ear: "Please try again..."

"Uh-huh!"

Mr. Garcia suddenly coughed.

Covering his mouth with one hand, he waved at Mr. Gonzales with the other hand.

motioned him to come over.

After reacting, Mr. Gonzalez quickly said sorry.

Let Decorah continue.

Then he returned to Mr. Garcia.

Give him a pat on the back.

With a confused expression, Decorah sat down without knowing why.

He looked at Mr. Garcia.

The latter smiled at him.

Pouted.

Decorah held the tea cup and began to drink water.

With this beginning.

After a while, Ms. Maxim also voted for the person.

Push the ticket to the center of the table.

The others looked at each other, then nodded in agreement.

Less than half an hour.

Seven tickets were placed neatly in the center of the table.

Mr. Gonzalez gathered the tickets, put them away, and shuffled them quickly.

Then place them one by one on the table.

Several old wizards who were running for election started discussing among themselves.

They all had worried looks on their faces.

Only Mr. Garcia looked calm.

The senior officials of the International Federation of Wizards who had been following him were also extremely calm.

The room fell silent again.

There is no intention of issuing a ticket at all.

Decorah couldn't sit still at first.

He didn't want to waste time here at all.

But Mr. Garcia said nothing, and no one said anything.

Everyone was extremely quiet, bowing their heads in deep thought.

Just when Decorah was at a loss.

He noticed that Mr. Garcia raised his hand at him.

Turn your head left and right.

After confirming that the hand raised was directed at him.

Decorah slowly stood up and walked around lightly.

Come to Mr. Garcia's side.

His movements were gentle and made no sound.

So no one noticed him getting up.

Unknown to him, he had already run to Mr. Garcia.

Mr. Gonzalez just noticed.

Mr. Garcia smiled and put his hand into his pocket, under Decorah's expectant little look.

I took out a few fruit candies.