HP: Slytherin disguise

A wizard started pouring hot water.

Cups were handed to people in the conference room.

Afraid.

They discuss being thirsty.

obviously.

No one will be thirsty at this critical moment.

After taking the cups, they all continued their heated discussion.

It is mixed with the mentality of watching the fun.

Mr. Weasley stood in the corner with his colleagues.

With their identities, it would be great to be able to come in.

Even though I came in, it was of no use.

All I could do was watch and listen.

Then I couldn't express my opinion and was anxious.

But it’s better than not being able to get in.

At least, there is still a corner to stay in...

"Arthur, where is your son?"

"He should know something."

On the side, a colleague spoke up.

Who made Percy the minister's assistant?

The spring breeze every day is extremely satisfying.

Maybe you know the inside story.

Upon hearing Percy, Mr. Weasley's face instantly darkened.

How to say.

Neither wanted to mention Percy.

I don't even want to talk to Percy and ask these things...

Mr. Weasley's reluctance was seen.

Several people around him stopped talking about this matter.

I quickly changed the topic...

"Thank you~"

Decorah took the hot water and politely thanked her in a cheerful mood.

Although I don’t know what Grindelwald’s purpose is.

But he really didn't want to be angry.

After all, he has been in a good mood this month.

Unaffected by negative emotions.

So after getting angry.

Then he became extremely awake and stopped thinking about it.

I can’t figure it out anyway.

It is better to stay in a happy mood and solve the present problem first.

That is, hurry up and get in position.

Served as Minister of Magic.

Although this position is definitely his, he can rest assured that he will get it early in the morning.

The province has long nights and many dreams.

Sudden accident.

After taking a sip of hot water, Decorah turned to look at Umbridge.

Seeing the latter looking depressed and depressed.

He smiled and said: "Drink more hot water, it is good for your health."

"A toast to you."

Showing two cute little tiger teeth.

Decorah's eyes were smiling, as if he had eaten happy candy.

Not at all sad that my uncle died.

For some reason, Umbridge was so shocked by that last sentence that her scalp went numb.

Why toast her...

Really weird…

At the same time, Umbridge found Decorah strange.

Fudge is dead.

Shouldn't the saddest one be Decorah?

Why is he so happy?

Could it be because of the position of Minister of Magic...

What she didn't know was that Decorah was toasting her one last drink.

Because she is next.

It can be regarded as 'wishing' her a good journey in advance.

"Director of Law Enforcement, what do you think?"

at this time.

The directors of each department stopped arguing and looked at Decorah.

Who is the one with the highest reputation now?

It's Decorah.

Putting down the cup, Decorah said without thinking: "Obviously."

"They are some crazy dark wizards."

"This incident was also an accident."

"Although we are deeply saddened by the loss of a highly respected minister."

"But people always have to look forward."

"That's it for this matter."

"I have already reported this to President Garcia of the International Federation of Wizards."

"He also expressed a moment of silence."

"I also wrote a special memorial letter, and the next step is to arrange the funeral for Uncle Fudge, as well as the funerals of several colleagues who died innocently."

"It must be buried with dignity."

"Give them adequate family pensions!"

Decorah just finished speaking.

The party members who were confused in the conference room began to applaud enthusiastically.

Express strong agreement.

People who didn't know why also raised their hands and applauded.

Extremely confused.

The other department heads nodded and then clapped in agreement.

Since then.

End of the meeting.

Fudge's death, and the sacrifices of several Ministry of Magic staff.

It all comes down to the evil dark wizard.

They drank the black potion and became neither humans nor ghosts.

The Ministry of Magic wants to prevent innocent people from being harmed.

So they were imprisoned.

Intended to investigate further.

Then, the accident happened.

No one doubted the reasons announced by the Ministry of Magic.

Even if someone doubts it.

I can only wonder about some loopholes in my heart.

Then turn around and forget.

April th.

Fudge was officially buried, and many international wizards and people from the Ministry of Magic of other countries came.

It's just a formality.

Take part in it.

Decorah is wearing a black suit, with long silvery hair tied low, and a delicate and childish appearance.

Among a group of adult and old wizards.

It looks particularly eye-catching.

He was standing in the corner of the crowd, pinning a white flower to the chest of his suit.

He completely ignored the reporters filming around him.

Or.

He was too lazy to put on a sweet smile and pretended to be in front of the camera.

Now these wizards have support.

It has no effect.

For him, it has become dispensable.

"Mr. Director of Law Enforcement, these are your condolences."

A staff member came forward and handed a piece of paper to Decorah.

However, Decorah took it and didn't look at it.

Instead, he asked: "How long until the burial?"

"There are still more than two hours."

"There will be a ceremony or something to be held later."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Mr. Director of Law Enforcement."

"Where is the rest area?"

"Turn left indoors. There are rest rooms on both sides of the corridor."

"Your resting room is at the very back."

"Do you need me to take you there?"

"no need."

"Notify me again when you are buried."

After glancing at the condolence note, Decorah threw it back to the staff member.

Just get out of here.

Go indoors.

There are so many people outside and it’s too noisy.

Indoor, rest area.

Decorah came to the end of the corridor.

The first thing you see is a rest room with a door number.

It is indeed the exclusive rest room for the Director of Law Enforcement.

That's right.

Raising her hand, Decorah was about to push the door open and enter.

But just as it was about to open.

He stopped.

Then he withdrew his hand to open the door.

Back up slowly...

Not right.

There's someone inside!

His instinct told him that there was someone inside.

Who is it?

The smell of danger, the feeling of panic.

Yes…

With his eyes trembling, Decorah thought of someone.

Almost instantly.

The emergence of unspeakable murderous intent.

Decorah knew it must be Grindelwald.

It can make him panic.

It was just him.

"Sir has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

"Aren't you going in?"

Came a smiling female voice.

In Decorah's sight, a woman with blond hair and bright makeup appeared.

It's Inman.

That person who we met once.

Then, there is Briggs.

He was still taciturn, but there was worry and uneasiness deep in his eyes.

I don't know why I'm worried.

This time.

Decorah finally gave up.

It seems that Grindelwald already knows that he understands that those things are related to dragons.

Precisely.

Grindelwald deliberately let him know.

I just don’t know what I have in mind.

Anyway.

Not a good idea.

That's right.

"Thanks for the reminder, I really should thank you!"

Decorah looked at Inman and thanked him with a soft smile.

But there was no warmth in that look.

It would be weird if I really thanked you...

Inman laughed as he watched Decorah push open the door and walk in.

The door didn't forget to slam shut.

"He's so cute~"

"Cute and obedient."

"I really want to kidnap her and raise her as a doll..."

Covering her lips and laughing until her body trembled, Yingman's eyes became incomprehensible.

Briggs frowned.

Staring at the door, worry came to mind again...