HP: Slytherin disguise

Quiet room.

The sound of the door closing just now echoed.

After Deco pulled in.

The first thing to do is to look at the people inside.

In front of the curtained window.

Grindelwald stood with his hands behind his hands, staring outside through the gap.

The noise outside.

And the quiet here.

form a boundary.

Decorah took a deep breath and quickly straightened her expression.

Cover your heart.

Walk over slowly.

He hesitated.

He slowly knelt on the ground.

"gentlemen…"

Lowering his head, Decorah struggled fiercely in his heart.

But he concealed it very well.

Grindelwald tilted his head slightly.

His indifferent gaze fell on Decorah.

"The corpse is my gift to you."

"Like it?"

The corpses in his words refer to those things.

A 'person' who can be controlled by a dragon

But now it has been proven that this is no longer a human being.

It's a corpse.

The mind and body were controlled.

A corpse that wakes up from time to time.

"Thank you sir for the gift, I like it very much."

"But, can I know? What exactly is a dragon?"

"Why does it affect my mood..."

Now is a good time to ask questions.

Decorah felt that it was necessary to understand.

Not sure.

It's really a bit dangerous.

“You just have to know that it’s going to be useful in the future.”

"Also, you can get up."

Grindelwald turned around and looked down at Decorah indifferently.

In those dark eyes.

Contains no emotion.

After getting up, Decorah lowered his eyes and did not ask any more questions.

sometimes.

Knowing too much is not a good thing.

not to mention.

He had no way of knowing.

I just don’t know what this person wants to do.

It is impossible to come here just to say a few words.

"How old are you, Decorah?"

The sudden question made Decorah stunned for a moment.

He subconsciously wanted to lower his head and answer.

But Grindelwald grabbed his chin with his hand and asked him to look up at him.

Meet Grindelwald's dark and light eyes.

Decorah felt that he was about to be seen through.

Very weird intuition.

He suspected that Grindelwald wanted to use Legilimency on him.

Although fearful.

But Decorah still replied with a trembling voice: "I am fifteen, sir."

He looked away with evasive eyes.

Decorah tried his best to behave naturally and calmly.

Until Grindelwald slowly approached.

The indifference in his eyes was as dark as the night.

He just stared at Decorah quietly.

Looking at the latter, panic gradually appeared on his delicate face.

Just when Grindelwald was about to get close.

Decorah's heart suddenly became tense, and he was enveloped in endless fear and sting.

He struggled to free himself from Grindelwald's hand.

Wanted to push it away.

But found it extremely powerless.

In extreme panic.

He moved slowly, staggering to get away from Grindelwald.

With a 'bang' sound.

Decorah hit the table and couldn't move back.

Grindelwald looked at his hand that was freed.

His eyes gradually became colder.

He stepped forward suddenly, raised his hand and pinched Decorah's neck.

"You're sick, Decorah..."

"We have to treat..."

His tone suddenly became extremely gentle. Grindelwald took out a bottle of potion that he had prepared long ago and opened it.

Directly and roughly poured it into Decorah's mouth.

At the same time he whispered:

"The Occlumency practice is good, but it shouldn't be used to guard against me."

"You should understand this."

"I told you, you have to obey."

"Don't be wary of me. The one you should trust the most in this world is me."

"You know, huh?"

Patted Decorah's face.

The corner of Grindelwald's mouth curled up into a smile that was so cold and heartless.

The stinging pain in her mind left Decorah defenseless.

You can only be at the mercy of others.

?The dragon seemed to sense the crisis and turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

As the potion took effect.

Decorah whimpered uncomfortably and fell down weakly.

He caught Decorah as expected.

Grindelwald slowly knelt down.

Putting one knee on the ground, he put his arm around Decorah's shoulders.

The latter's consciousness has fallen into blur.

His face gradually turned pale, and he was so fragile that he had no strength left to resist.

Bloody lines spread up from his neck.

It didn't stop until it was almost up to my chin.

These lines become deeper and shallower as the dragon breathes.

It seems impossible to eliminate.

The invisible force spread rapidly around, lifting the curtains, and then falling.

This power is short-lived.

The moment it appears, it disappears...

A tremendous strength.

Integrate into the body.

Both mentally and physically, they are experiencing double torture.

Something that obviously cannot be integrated into.

But it can slowly penetrate and merge.

Finally, it completely merges into one.

?Although Long sensed the danger, he quickly fell asleep.

But he was still implicated.

fell into weakness.

His temper was absolutely intolerable, but he endured it.

Because there is that terrifying existence.

He's there.

Watch it all.

Even if its power is divided and integrated with the host, it does not dare to resist...

Time passes slowly.

The various ceremonies held outside are also coming to an end.

Decorah was also at this time.

woke up.

The eyes that opened were filled with peace.

"I feel their presence."

Sit up with your hands on the ground.

Decorah raised her head and looked at Grindelwald who had already stood up.

"anything else?"

Grindelwald turned around and looked out the window indifferently.

"strength."

"A very powerful force."

Belongs to the power of dragon.

But they have merged, and the power no longer belongs to the dragon.

But it belongs to them.

"You want to kill me."

Suddenly he said something indifferently, and the corners of Grindelwald's mouth curled up with a cold arc.

He turned around and approached slowly.

Decorah stood up.

He looked helpless and said: "How could it be possible, sir..."

"I'm very good..."

"I've always been well-behaved. Do you think I'm not well-behaved, sir?"

Decorah bit her lip and lowered her head.

There was boundless hatred and madness in his eyes.

Deep down, there is violence.

Maybe he has gone crazy.

Being forcibly fused with strength, spirit, soul, etc. that are not his own.

It would be weird if you weren't crazy.

But, is Decorah really going crazy?

"If you think pretending can handle me, you're wrong."

Grindelwald raised his hand.

The fingertips traced Decorah's white neck with blood lines.

He slowly raised his head.

Decorah's delicate face showed a rich and well-behaved smile.

With those jewel-like gray-blue eyes.

Stared straight up.

"But sir, do you know which one is me?"

Smile brightly.

Decorah continued: "It doesn't matter if you don't know. I can give you a hint."

"Just a little reminder~"

The soft, childish voice is very soft.

It's light enough to cover up the meaning behind the words.

It was really said.

He is just pretending.

But isn't this an obvious thing?

Decorah looked directly at Grindelwald with a cute expression.

Pride appeared in his eyes.

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