HP: Slytherin disguise

At the top of the stairs, there were more than a dozen Death Eaters in black robes standing in front of and behind them.

There were no masks on their faces.

Take the lead.

It was Bella.

It seemed that she had gathered these dozen core Death Eaters.

This is indeed the case.

Voldemort was becoming more picky now.

Don't want to see useless trash.

So, even say some things.

Nor will a group of people crowd in and wait for orders.

And this time, it is.

He asked Bella to bring the core Death Eaters to Riddle House.

But the strange thing is.

Decorah arrived first.

Logically speaking, he should have come with Bella and the others.

Bella was also confused.

She felt strange when she saw Decorah apparating away.

After all, she hasn't said where she's going yet.

Now it seems.

In fact, people came to Riddle Mansion first.

It doesn't look like it's up or down.

The core Death Eaters with different faces.

Decorah's face showed the most expression changes in his life.

He seemed to understand.

Look up slowly.

He looked at the silent Voldemort.

The latter was looking down at him.

"..."

Voldemort's silent expression deeply hurt Decorah's heart.

If sullen.

He can also relax and feel at ease.

But this silence…

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

Do it for a long time.

It's because I apparated too fast...

Would Voldemort think he was crazy?

Do you think there is something wrong with his mind?

And these people, after hearing his last heartfelt words, will they think that there is something wrong with his mind...

His expression twitched at the end.

Decorah quickly let go of Voldemort's thigh.

Get up from the ground.

He patted the dust on his trouser legs vigorously.

Then an awkward yet polite smile appeared on his face.

"hey-hey…"

Laughed twice.

Decorah walked to the side of the fireplace and squatted down to make a fire.

By the way, it’s really cold today…

what…

It's really cold in Riddle House...

Voldemort glanced at his robes, then walked towards the only chair.

Then sit down.

Nagini was not following Voldemort, but slid to Decorah's feet.

Follow him and watch the fire glow in the fireplace.

Bella shrugged, tilted her head in confusion and walked in.

Other Death Eaters also followed in, first offering the highest respect to their great master.

That is to kneel at Voldemort's feet.

Kiss his robe.

As soon as Trevor saw Decorah, he felt a chill down his back.

No need to look, the same goes for Rookwood.

Voldemort seemed to be in a bad mood and directly raised his hand to signal them to step aside and make no noise.

Dolokhov stepped aside.

I didn't follow the other Death Eaters and 'face the wall' and think about it.

"Master, are you ready to take down the Ministry of Magic?"

Dolokhov tried to guess what Voldemort was thinking.

But the next second.

He quickly shut up.

He retreated behind Rookwood and Trevor.

It is really.

Voldemort's look is a bit scary...

Why did Voldemort feel like he heard a fly when they opened their mouths...

I'm annoyed and don't want to see it.

Thinking of this...

The three of them looked at each other and looked at Decorah, who was crouching in the corner of his body warming himself by the fire.

He looked at Voldemort carefully again.

Then, Rookwood curled his lips, with a look of resentment on his terrifying face.

Trevor shrugged, a little silent.

So Voldemort actually didn't bother to pay attention to them...

"Master, that old guy Dumbledore seems not to be in England."

"He seems to have been to the United States..."

Bella screamed, interrupting Voldemort from continuing to stare at Decorah.

"Ignore him."

"Our target now is not him."

Voldemort's eyes were dark, as if he was thinking about something.

And after Bella got this reply.

Then it became quiet.

Until, Decorah got hot from the fire, stood up, moved to the side and stepped on Nagini.

Nagini suddenly rushed out.

Hitting Bella directly.

Bella instantly let out a shrill scream of rage, picked up her wand and was about to attack Nagini.

However, her hand holding the wand was attacked by Decorah.

He was caught in time with his hands.

My dear aunt, you are seeking death...

Nagini is Voldemort's Horcrux. If you attack it, doesn't it mean you are attacking Voldemort?

Good thing you have a nephew who responds quickly...

Otherwise, today, all of us would have to go in groups to see Lord Merlin.

The frightened Nagini quickly slid to Voldemort's side and arched her body.

Voldemort raised his hand and touched its head.

It's a comfort.

"A snake is so cute, how can you eat it...and attack it?"

In order to cover up his sudden and inexplicable obstruction.

Decorah forced out this sentence.

Bella stared blankly at Decorah, who was kneeling on the ground and pulling her hand, a little confused.

She may not quite understand.

What does this mean?

After getting up and letting go of Bella's hand, Decorah finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning his head, he glanced at Nagini.

Fortunately nothing happened.

But he seemed to have stepped on Nagini just now?

Voldemort shouldn't find out, right?

"come over."

A cold voice sounded.

Decorah raised her eyes and met Voldemort's dark eyes.

There is no color or wave inside.

Not even a hint of emotion was shown.

Quickly walking over, Decorah's signature smile instantly appeared on his face.

"Ministry of Magic, what are your plans?"

Voldemort withdrew his hand from touching Nagini and looked at Decorah instead.

When it comes to the Ministry of Magic's plans.

Decorah became interested.

He had already thought about it.

"In order for the great master to obtain the Prophecy Ball, I feel it is necessary to take complete control of the Ministry of Magic."

"Prevent any emergencies."

Although she wanted to control the Ministry of Magic, Decorah did it for Voldemort when she opened her mouth.

This is the charm of language.

As long as the expression is right, he can tell the lies to be true.

Voldemort frowned, stared at Decorah and said, "Speak nicely."

This can be seen.

He didn't believe anything Decorah said.

Except for some necessary things.

Others don't believe it at all.

Seeing that Voldemort is in trouble.

Decorah was a little silent.

"As long as there is no emergency, the Minister of Magic needs to be replaced."

"Fudge is in the way, he needs to die."

"And I am naturally the next minister."

"When the time comes, won't it be easy to find things?"

"Of course, I can do these things myself."

"No need to bother Master~"

Pushing Nagini aside, Decorah took her place, staying to Voldemort's side.

Voldemort stroked his wand with his slender fingertips.

The cold expression remained unchanged.

"Why are you the Minister of Magic?"

After listening for a long time, Dolokhov's expression changed and he became a little unhappy.

No matter how you look at it, Decorah benefits the most.

Decorah's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at Dolohov viciously.

At this moment, Dolohov also noticed something was wrong.

Because everyone is looking at him at this moment.

When the other Death Eaters looked at him, he could still understand.

Decorah glanced at him and he understood.

But why was Bella staring at him?

Why did the master glance at him just now?

Have you triggered public outrage?

"Master, look at him~"

"It's of no use at all. You're still not well-intentioned and want to run against me..."