HP: Slytherin disguise

"Oh my god..."

"I really didn't expect..."

"The gift will be this..."

Raising her white hand to cover her lips, Decorah's gray-blue eyes were shining brightly.

There were tears flowing faintly.

The tail of the eye is red.

It seems unbelievable and surprising.

More touching...

"You will be an excellent default vice president."

Mr. Garcia raised his hand and gently wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

That's right.

The items inside the box are the badges and credentials of the vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards, as well as some certificates... and other things.

Decorah didn't expect it either.

He will be confused and become the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards.

Although it was decided by the president.

But he is also the vice president.

The rights and status are the same as those of other vice presidents.

Of course, tears, shock, and emotion are just pretense.

Decorah is not so easily moved yet.

"Thank you for your gift, Mr. Garcia."

Smiling softly, Decorah looked at Mr. Garcia with red eyes full of tears.

Mr. Garcia was obviously stunned for a moment.

Subsequently.

He held Decorah in his arms without saying a word, comforting him not to shed tears.

"People always have to look forward..."

"Fudge's death was just an accident."

"Do not be sad…"

Perhaps, Mr. Garcia has forgotten his time at Hogwarts.

The two discussed Fudge's position as minister.

Interests are involved, and he wants to help Decorah replace Fudge and become the next minister.

It's a pity that he didn't have time to take action yet.

Fudge died...

But he is arranging everything that needs to be done.

Decorah became Minister of Magic, which he served directly.

嗏

comfort? Condolences?

Did he really need to say it?

Mr. Garcia indeed forgot, he only remembered that the boy had a sweet smile and was very well-behaved.

Innocent like an angel...

It was also very direct and filled his plight of being alone.

Although he has a son.

But they are like strangers.

Between them, only the meager bloodline supports the family relationship.

Live to this age.

It seems that only family love is the most valuable...

of course.

And power and importance...

Decorah tilted his head slightly and pressed his face against Mr. Garcia's chest.

Lowering his eyes, there were no tears or emotion in his eyes.

Some are just proud and disdainful.

What a stroke of luck. He had just taken up the post of Minister of Magic in the United Kingdom, and now he has become the unofficial vice-president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Almost instantly.

Decorah felt absolutely satisfied.

It was a pleasure.

The thrill of being able to stand on a high mountain and look down at the mountains below.

He will make his parents proud...

Will become the best and greatest wizard in the wizarding world...

Fantasy fills the mind.

Decorah curled her lips in a sickly smile, like a mouse that had stolen cheese.

So insidious and shady...

"Why is your face so hot..."

Raising his hand and touching Decorah's face, Mr. Garcia frowned.

Almost instantly.

He thought of a possibility.

That is, Decorah should be uncomfortable.

Looking down, he noticed that Decorah had taken off his coat.

The weather is indeed a bit cold now...

"I'm fine, Mr. Garcia..."

"Just...a little happy..."

Drowsily raising his head, Decorah smiled brightly, revealing those two sharp little tiger teeth.

Somehow, it feels a little uncomfortable.

It seems like I have a fever...

But for Decorah, it's all small things.

He is having fun.

Can't be disturbed...

The next second, Decola fell into Mr. Garcia's arms.

stunned for a moment.

Mr. Garcia couldn't help but hugged Decola and tried to pick up the box that fell on the ground.

But you still have to hold someone in your arms.

There is no way to pick it up.

In the end, he could only smile helplessly.

Pick up Decorah.

leave the office…

Why are you still a little stupid? You don’t even know that you are sick...

inside the room.

The young wizard stood up and took the cup handed by the wizard on the side.

And inside the cup.

It is filled with steaming potion.

"I'll do it, you can go back."

Mr. Garcia opened the door gently and walked in, followed by Mr. Gonzalez.

"Okay, Mr. President."

After the wizard handed the cup to Mr. Garcia.

Then he and another wizard quietly exited the room.

Even closing the door.

Also cautiously and quietly.

"President, the press conference has been temporarily canceled due to Mr. Minister's illness."

"As soon as the news got out, more and more people came."

"Maybe it's because knowing that the press conference has something to do with Mr. Minister..."

Mr. Gonzalez stood a short distance away.

Reporting the situation.

He lamented that Mr. Garcia spent so much time on this gift.

It is even more important to announce it...

The key is this gift...

Yes...it is the default position of vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards!

The first time I gave a gift, it was for this position.

And it’s also a gift to congratulate on your promotion…

Now, isn't it about getting promoted again?

Mr. Garcia sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched Decorah's face with his hand.

The boy is lying on the bed.

The long silver hair is scattered randomly, smooth and shiny, and the fair, flawless face is perfect, white and rosy, a little sickly.

The long and curly eyelashes are very thick.

At present, a shadow is cast.

"normal…"

"Let them wait."

Smiling silently, Mr. Garcia's eyes were gentle.

Mr. Gonzalez's expression changed slightly.

He hesitated and said: "Mr. Vida escaped from the room again while the servant was not paying attention..."

"Maybe... he went to find his lover..."

With a quick bow of his head, Mr. Gonzalez knew that Mr. Garcia was about to get angry.

After all, as the president of the International Federation of Wizards in the entire wizarding world.

But he has a son who loves Muggles to the death.

This is an absolute disgrace and a laughing stock.

But it took a long time to wait.

He didn't wait until Mr. Garcia became angry and started coughing due to excitement.

It took two years to get used to it.

Now that the familiar voice suddenly disappeared, Mr. Gonzalez was a little uncomfortable.

He quickly looked up, thinking Mr. Garcia was angry.

But looking at it this way...

Mr. Garcia, doesn’t seem to care much?

The latter lost all his previous anger and resentment after hearing the news, as well as his final helpless sigh.

in contrast.

I felt very happy, as if I hadn't heard anything.

Still there, gently feeding the person in his arms the medicine.

It seems that that is his relative.

"A fool, a Muggle."

"It's an unexpected match."

It took a long time before Mr. Garcia spoke.

He wiped the corners of Decorah's mouth with his fingertips and handed the remaining half cup of potion to Mr. Gonzalez.

He quickly took the cup.

Mr. Gonzalez's eyes widened in disbelief.

"That…"

"Then why do you still need to...catch it back?"

Is Mr. Garcia awake? Do you know that if something is useless, it will be useless no matter how you package it?

Look at this situation.

He should be relieved...