HP: Slytherin disguise

Place it on the coffin in the pit.

Flowers are placed.

The host recited the words in a sad voice.

There were wizards around.

Everyone is wearing a black suit, black robe, or black skirt.

On the chest, there is a uniform white flower.

No one looked around.

They all bowed their heads in silence.

Decorah sneaked into the crowd and squeezed inside.

Seeing that it was Decorah, no one said anything.

They all silently made way for them.

Decorah also managed to reach the front as quickly as possible.

Then he observed a moment of silence with other department heads.

Almost missed it…

Don't think about it, the person who came to remind you.

He must have been sent away by the two people at the door.

Ended with a moment of silence.

Four wizards stepped forward and began to bury the earth.

For an instant.

Cries arose.

Someone was slumped on the ground, crying heartbroken.

There are people too.

Just silent tears.

Pulling, pulling, and supporting.

Only Decorah stood there tall and straight, watching the earth slowly bury the coffin.

Finally filled in.

"Director... I express my condolences and accept the change..."

at this time.

Percy walked over, his eyes red.

He thought that Decorah was pretending to be strong and didn't want to show his sadness.

Head tilted.

Decorah said coldly: "Tomorrow, I want the entire magic world to know that I am the next minister."

"It only belongs to me."

"You can do it now."

"Those representatives of the International Federation of Wizards who came to attend the funeral will help you."

"If nothing else happens..."

"Tomorrow, I will be the next minister."

A smile appeared on his face.

Decorah gradually lowered his head sickly, covered his lips and snickered.

Smile and smile.

Calmness and indifference returned.

"Well...don't be so excited..."

"Be quiet..."

Turning around, Decorah took off the white flower pinned to his chest and threw it to the ground.

Stride away.

Percy was left with a look of shock and disbelief on his face.

"Director...are you crazy?"

Percy didn't think that after Fudge was dead, Decorah could still laugh, and still laugh so happily.

Even if it’s because of his position as minister, it’s impossible!

Moreover.

So eager to promote.

Then there is only one possibility.

Decorah was so sad that she began to talk nonsense.

Percy just thought about the possibility.

The few representatives of the International Federation of Wizards who came to attend the funeral came over.

One of them raised his hand.

Shaked his hand.

He said: "Hello, I am a representative of the International Federation of Wizards."

"Mr. President, we have already informed you of your appointment."

"The documents will arrive tomorrow."

"The next minister is your respected director of law enforcement."

"Now, we need your assistance."

“Get the word out in advance.”

"Please cooperate..."

Percy's mind was spinning rapidly.

I really can't defend myself now.

Mr. Secretary, are you crazy? Since you are serious...

The next day.

It has been announced who the next Minister of Magic will be.

Although everyone had expected it.

But it still caused an uproar.

more.

It is support and approval.

Even if the last minister was buried just now...

But who appointed Decorah Malfoy?

This is absolute convincing.

Fanatic support.

Of course, this is entirely due to the excellence of Decorah itself.

Otherwise, it would be incompetent.

Decorah was unaware of the noise, shock and heated discussions outside.

He was sitting in the minister's office.

That position belongs exclusively to the minister.

Decorah's slender legs were draped on the desk, holding the appointment notice in her hand.

The documents and certificates are all complete.

just now.

The entire Ministry of Magic already falls under his jurisdiction.

Drop your notice of appointment.

Decora put her hands on the armrests of the seat and tapped lightly with her fingertips.

He leaned back in his chair.

He raised his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure brought by his position.

What a wonderful feeling…

It's power... it's status... it's honor... it's respect... it's superiority...

It’s a feeling above all others…

It's really mesmerizing.

No wonder there are so many people who are greedy for authority and reputation.

And he.

I understand now.

He has also reached a height that he could not reach in his previous life.

"I want more..."

"not enough…"

"How can it be enough..."

"Status...honor..."

"It can be higher..."

Whispering softly, Decorah showed a look of obsession on his face.

now.

His heart was greatly satisfied.

And what follows closely behind.

It is greater desire and pursuit!

Decorah is not satisfied with this, he also wants a higher status.

Want more respect.

He wants everyone to bow down to him...

"I also want everyone's soul and blood"

?The dragon's hoarse voice echoed in Decorah's mind.

Decorah, on the other hand, was still immersed in the pleasure brought by status.

Don't want to pay attention to it at all.

From the moment they became one, they were indistinguishable from each other.

You can even understand the other person's mind.

There are no secrets.

And ?Long was finally able to communicate with Decorah.

There is no language barrier.

"That person used my...original power to forge a half-corpse. Although I can control it, but..."

"Do you think that person is really so kind?"

"Maybe he has a backup plan..."

"Are you listening to me?"

?Dragon thinking is very clear and very smart.

Know that there is no free lunch in the world.

But what makes it impossible is that.

Decorah still ignored it.

"crazy…"

"Isn't it just a position? Why are you so obsessed with it?"

"If you ask me, soul and blood are the things that fascinate us the most..."

Seeing that Decorah really ignored him.

?Long's violent temper almost made him want to cause chaos.

But in the end, it chose to dive.

Forget it.

If the host is crazy, then go crazy...

I hope my brain is not broken...

There was a crisp sound.

There was a knock on the office door.

Decorah's fingertips also stopped tapping instantly.

"Enter."

There was a pause.

His fingertips continued to tap the armrest.

"Mr. Minister."

After Umbridge walked in, she carefully closed the door.

Afraid of disturbing Decorah who was concentrating with his eyes closed.

"Tell me what's wrong with you."

Decorah continued to enjoy this rare pleasure and pleasure.

"I want to solemnly apologize to you."

"I'm sorry that my previous behavior made you feel unhappy."

"I hope you can ignore my greedy behavior."

"Neither should I..."

"To pry into things that don't belong to you..."

"Can you forgive me, Mr. Minister?"

"I will follow your arrangements and commands from now on."

"No second thoughts!"

Umbridge was really scared.

She was afraid that Decorah would remove her from her position as Vice Principal and Senior Investigator at Hogwarts.

more.

It's because he's afraid of losing everything he has in the Ministry of Magic.

She finally got to where she is now.

Once you lose it, it is nonsense to start all over again...

So quickly admit your mistake and express your stance.

is the most important thing.

smart people.

Everyone will make this choice.

And she is a smart person.

A smart, cunning, and sometimes arrogant person...