HP: Slytherin disguise

"Mr. Vice President."

"here."

"You just have to go through the motions during the press conference."

"Because it was not revealed during the internal decision-making process."

"A lot of senior people don't know either."

"That's why Mr. President arranged this press conference."

"The people who came originally were some internal or on-the-job staff."

"But after I learned that the press conference was held for you, too many people came overnight."

"Those who can't squeeze in are blocked outside."

"So it can be noisy."

"It's crowded."

"But don't worry, I and other personnel will stop by your side to ensure that you will not be touched."

The capable wizard walked aside.

He lowered his head slightly and led Decorah out of the passage.

Not out yet.

You can hear faint shouts outside.

Put down the hand covering the side of your face.

Just as Decorah wiped away the blood stains, this man found him.

At this moment.

He also lost much of his mood.

A Grindelwald, a disgusting little Barty.

All disturbed his mood.

Originally, he was sad that his parents were going to live in a world of two...

It's really a wave of upheaval.

Walk out of the aisle.

The familiar shouting was deafening.

Decorah didn't look around, but lowered his head, wanting to finish the scene quickly and leave.

Maybe he still doesn't quite understand.

This group of people squeezed their heads to take a look at themselves and see what they could be happy about.

After going out.

Immediately, more than a dozen personnel from the International Federation of Wizards came over and stopped the reporters and some fanatical wizards who wanted to squeeze in.

"This is the vice-president appointed by our president."

"Maybe you haven't..."

What a staff member tried to tell reporters.

But reporters ignored him.

Instead, he chased and shot Decorah.

I don’t pay attention at all to what this press conference is for.

With a speechless expression on his face, the staff member took a deep breath helplessly and ran after him, shouting.

"You photographed the wrong person!"

"Our press conference is mainly to tell the wizards and wizards in the magic world..."

"Please give way..."

"The designated vice-president of the International Confederation of Wizards has been appointed! It's Mr. Decorah Malfoy!"

"He is now the default vice-president of our International Federation of Wizards!"

"Too."

"The youngest Minister of Magic and Vice-President in our wizarding world!"

"What's more! Our president and vice-president have a harmonious relationship, and there seems to be something hidden!"

"Mr. Vida, it seems that he has been removed from the membership by the president!"

"You guys are filming me!"

"Shoot me!"

After roaring in the crowd, he was eventually kicked down.

It seemed that he was too noisy and was in the way.

Lying on the ground, the staff member shouted sadly, "Merlin, this is obviously the easiest job..."

"Why didn't you listen to what I said, and then you made suspicions and published them in the newspapers..."

"what!"

"You stepped on my hand!"

"Ahhhh..."

No one heard the incompetent rage and screams beneath their feet.

They just kept rushing forward.

Decorah lowered his head and followed the capable wizard forward.

I was thinking about it after I go back.

Should I take a shower first or take a shower...

"What the hell, these people are like crazy people..."

The capable wizard muttered, feeling a little headache from the noise.

Come to the fence upstairs.

Decorah raised his eyes in boredom, only to find a crowd of people in the hall below.

densely packed.

I don’t know where to yell or what to yell.

Some of them were already crying.

Waving poster in hand.

"What are they doing?"

Decorah lay on the fence curiously, a little confused.

"Cheering for you."

"To be precise, I'm excited."

"It's as exciting as meeting an idol."

came a kind voice.

It's Mr. Garcia.

He took Mr. Gonzalez and a group of old gentlemen up the stairs from the other side.

Mr. Garcia walked up to Decorah.

Join him, looking down at the noisy, chaotic scene below.

Posters and flags vary in height.

There were children, riding on their father's shoulders, waving the flag of the British Ministry of Magic.

On his face was a happy smile.

No matter how you look at it, you are chasing idols.

"They are so noisy..."

Decorah supported his chin with his hand, his eyes showing no emotion.

For him now.

below.

Just a bunch of bored, idle people making a lot of noise.

Meaningless.

Nor would it make him feel moved and relieved.

"Then let's finish it quickly and drive them away, okay?"

Mr. Garcia had a kind smile on his face.

Stoop to look at Decorah.

As if afraid that a look of dissatisfaction and boredom would appear on his face.

"Yeah~"

He nodded obediently.

Decorah's smile was particularly soft and soft, like a beautiful scenery.

He raised his hand and rubbed the top of Decorah's head.

Mr. Garcia straightened up.

Turn around and look aside.

Nodding understandingly, the capable wizard raised his hand.

A white light shone brightly above, shining on the fence on the second floor.

The crowd below all raised their heads.

At a glance, he saw President Garcia beside the fence.

And Decorah, whose long silvery hair looks like a holy radiance under the light.

It seemed that he saw them looking up.

The angelic young man raised his fair and slender hand and waved slightly towards them.

A response like pity…

Even so.

It also makes people feel excited and have no regrets in this life.

It was praised too highly.

The praise that was almost in the clouds made a huge difference between Decorah and them.

The shouting grew louder.

Watching the naive students in the newspapers of the past grow up to this point.

It can be regarded as witnessing his journey and growth.

Gradually I was impressed by his excellence.

Be willing to pursue it.

Looking at it again, I can see that they still like it. They are clearly fanatical followers to the extreme.

If Decorah were to say what he wanted to reform now.

I'm afraid, they will also raise their hands in agreement.

Follow Decorah forever…

What an unexpected bonus.

Looking at the extremely crazy followers below, Decorah smiled faintly and whispered in his heart:

'Let us honor purebloods...'

'The Malfoy family will live on forever...'

Longer-term ambitions quickly took root in my heart.

Decorah almost saw the magical world of the future.

What kind of prosperity will that be?

"He is not tall, but his ambition is quite big."

"If I were you, I would definitely be more ambitious than you."

?Long said two nonsense words in a row.

Trying to get Decorah's attention.

Let the latter stop fantasizing.

Answer yourself quickly.

Sometimes, it's doubtful.

Did Decorah have a bad memory and forget that he was there?

Every time it spoke, it was ignored.

Even interrupting.

Then he mocked himself a few words.

It didn't want to talk to its host in a low voice, but it happened that it could only communicate with this person.

I don't speak, I feel uncomfortable holding back.

Even though he was talking, the host still ignored him...

It gives me a headache just thinking about it.

What it doesn't know is.

It's not that Decorah has a bad memory.

It's just trash that is too lazy to pay attention to and has no use or effect.

This is true from beginning to end.

It will automatically filter out the useless stuff.

Forget about it quickly.

Even if I think about it, I don't bother to pay attention to it...