HP: Slytherin disguise

"I…"

"he…"

Lucius pointed uncomfortably to Decorah's leg on his thigh.

He looked at Narcissa without words.

no…

My dear, can't you see your son's evil deeds?

But, it's obvious.

Narcissa didn't want to hear his 'quibbles'.

Instead, he chose to comfort Decorah.

And kissed him on his fair forehead.

Decorah's cheeks turned red and she kicked her legs excitedly.

Successfully stepped on the hem of Lucius' clothes.

"Why did it take you so long to come back and see us?"

"are you busy?"

"I don't think being the Director of the Ministry of Magic is a very busy position..."

Helpless Lucius.

Choose changing tactics.

Looking for a breakthrough.

Unfortunately, as soon as he finished speaking, Narcissa glanced at her dissatisfiedly.

The obvious meaning is: you are the only one who talks a lot!

"Of course the director is not very busy, but I am also the principal of Hogwarts now~"

"嘤嘤嘤~"

"The Ministry of Magic has a meeting every few days and signatures are signed every day. Hogwarts also needs me as the principal. Go back often..."

Decorah also wanted to live here.

will not leave.

After all, being able to stick to my parents is such a blessing.

However, he cannot relax.

This is no time to relax, either.

to be frank.

If it weren't for his sudden heart palpitations, he wouldn't be here.

after all.

He still has a lot to do.

"Ok?"

"Dumbledore made way for you?"

Lucius was obviously stunned.

He had stopped paying attention to outside newspapers for a long time and just wanted to live a life of two with Narcissa.

Watch the scenery and read books every day.

This is the most wonderful life.

Suddenly I heard that my son had become the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

He was still confused and shocked.

but…

My son can do this...

seem…

It's not that unbelievable, right?

After all, Decorah is so good...

but…

No matter how you hear it, it sounds a bit ridiculous?

"He is wanted by the Ministry of Magic."

"The International Federation of Wizards appointed me as the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"But Dumbledore will come back sooner or later."

"I think the position of Minister of Magic is more practical..."

He rubbed Narcissa's hand.

Decorah began to talk about his plans.

He is sober.

Also knows the position of the headmaster of Hogwarts.

It can only be Dumbledore's.

Unless Dumbledore dies, it can never be anyone else's.

Don't worry about this unstable position.

It's better to find another way out.

And he had his eye on the perfect location.

It is the position of Minister of Magic.

Mr. Garcia will 100% support him as the new Minister of Magic in the UK.

This benefits both parties.

not to mention.

Fudge and Mr. Garcia didn't deal well.

Get rid of Fudge.

Mr. Garcia probably agrees the most.

Once Fudge dies, won't the entire Ministry of Magic be under his control?

Both status and reputation.

Or outside support.

He is the only candidate to be the next Minister of Magic.

"Ugh…"

Lucius frowned slightly.

Finally he just sighed.

Why isn't he proud of Decorah?

But more than anything, I am still worried.

Whether it's Voldemort or Dumbledore, including the most dangerous Grindelwald.

They are all inextricably involved with Decorah.

his son.

Can you really escape unscathed?

"Our little dragons are the best."

Narcissa pinched Decorah's cheek and smiled tenderly.

anyway.

She supports Decorah.

Turning her head, she looked at each other with a somewhat uneasy Lucius.

The two were relatively speechless.

At last.

Lucius also had a smile on his face, and he took Narcissa's hand with his.

Yes…

They support Decorah no matter what.

They can't contribute much value.

You can only use your last strength.

Help their little dragon.

Anyway, I'm lacking everything except Galleons...

Even the development funds of Alliance headquarters and the salaries of Ministry of Magic staff.

They are all Galleons from the Malfoy family.

of course.

This also has to be thanked for the 'voluntary generosity' of other pure-blood families.

Inner uneasiness and palpitations amidst tender family affection.

Was worn out.

Even in Decorah's heart.

Still worrying about gains and losses.

He didn't mention this feeling to his parents.

Rather than letting parents worry, it is better to have one less thing to worry about.

Intuition is a very magical thing.

Decorah had always trusted his instincts, but this time.

But he had doubts.

possible.

This kind of heart palpitations and worrying about gains and losses is because the ring given to me by my mother has been worn for four or five years.

disappear suddenly.

So I feel uncomfortable inside.

So I feel palpitations.

Thinking about it, Decorah felt that the index finger of his right hand was empty.

Really not used to it.

I always feel like something is missing.

In the end, he didn't mention the disappearance of the ring.

Maybe.

It was those people who walked away when they shook my hand.

The three of them chatted softly on the boulder.

Listen to the sound of waves crashing against boulders.

The sky gradually darkened.

The moon appears.

Decorah only felt that time passed quickly.

But why are you reluctant to leave.

It's time for him to leave too.

"Mother~"

"I want a goodbye kiss!"

Patting his clothes, Decorah suddenly thought of this.

Narcissa smiled silently and kissed him on the cheek.

At the same time, he raised his hand and pulled Lucius.

Under Narcissa's surveillance eyes, Lucius could only smile.

Then he also kissed Decorah on the face.

Decorah, who was overwhelmed with happiness, said "Ula" and left the Alliance headquarters with her face covered.

Malfoy Manor.

Decorah just walked in.

I smelled something burnt.

Going upstairs uncertainly.

The smell of paste became more and more obvious, right in the kitchen.

The brain spins rapidly for a moment.

Decorah hurried into the kitchen.

What you see is a mess.

A few slices of bread with sauce lay on the floor.

Kitchen utensils were scattered everywhere and there was water on the floor.

Bella, on the other hand, was facing the door.

Tinkering with something.

That deadly smell came from what Bella was tinkering with.

"What are you doing?"

Decorah's expression cracked, and she felt something was wrong.

next moment.

Bella turned around. Her face was black and white, and her hair looked a bit fried.

The black hands were holding something equally black.

There was an open flame flickering in that thing.

The smell of paste is extremely pungent.

See, it's Decorah who's back.

Bella was very excited, and she walked forward quickly.

With both hands, he held the piece of stuff and brought it to Decorah.

"Xiao Longlong, try it?"

"Here's dinner!"

Seeing the black ash on Bella's face, Decorah wanted to laugh but couldn't.

He raised his hand.

He poked the burnt black thing with his white fingertips.

"what is this?"

"bread!"

"what?!"

Decorah couldn't believe that this dark, char-like thing was bread!

He had never seen this kind of bread in his life.

The key is.

At this moment, Bella was still looking at him expectantly.

Hope he can try it...