HP: Slytherin disguise

"Sorry, I thought you were serious."

Harry hurriedly ran back and supported the panting Decorah with an apologetic look on his face.

"Do you think I'm going to hit you?"

Decorah rolled his eyes, and before the two of them could continue chatting, they heard low mumbling.

"...It doesn't meet their conditions...it's only half an inch away...then..."

The two looked over.

I saw the melancholy Nick at the window not far ahead. He was the ghost on Gryffindor Tower. His neck was chopped off before he was alive, but it was not completely chopped off. Everyone called him 'Nearly Headless Nick'. '.

Decorah was a little curious, so she pulled Harry.

"Hello, Nick."

Harry instantly understood what Decorah meant and walked straight over with Decorah.

"Hello..." Nick, who was almost headless, was startled and looked back at the two of them. He was wearing a fashionable hat with feathers on his long sideburns.

He was wearing a tunic that reached to his knees.

There is a wheel-shaped ruff on it, covering the neck that is about to be severed.

The whole figure is like blue smoke, as if there is nothing there.

Through him, you can also see the pouring rain outside the window.

"What's on your mind?"

"Ah, it's a trivial matter... I didn't plan to participate. I thought I could apply, but I didn't expect that I didn't meet the conditions..."

The almost headless Nick put the transparent envelope in his hand into his pocket, looking indifferent, but the pain in his eyes revealed the fact that he cared very much.

But it seems that I feel uncomfortable holding it in.

He suddenly exploded.

"Tell me about it!"

He took out the envelope and continued: "My neck was chopped forty-four times with a blunt axe. Are you qualified to join the Headless Hunters?!"

Harry and Decorah looked at each other.

They seem to need a nod now?

"some!"

In the end, the two of them nodded affirmatively under the expectant eyes of the almost headless Nick.

"More than anyone else, I hope that this thing will be done neatly. I hope that my head will be completely chopped off, so that I can avoid a lot of pain and don't have to be laughed at!"

Opening the letter, he began to read angrily:

"We can only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are separated."

"You will be fully aware that if this were not the case, it would not be possible for members to participate in Hunter Team activities such as jugglery and head polo."

"It is therefore with great regret that I inform you that you do not meet our criteria."

"Best regards, Sir Patrick Podmore."

After reading it, Nick, who was almost headless, stuffed the letter back into his pocket.

"It's just a little bit of skin and tendon, and for a lot of people, it's just broken."

"But for Sir Podmore, whose head is completely severed, this is not enough, not yet!"

It was the first time that Decorah met someone who wanted his head to be completely severed, but thinking about it, a bit of skin was still attached, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, almost like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Without waiting for Harry to say anything.

A harsh cat meow came.

The two turned around and looked over, and saw a skinny gray cat with eyes as bright as lights appearing not far away, staring at them.

It's Mrs. Norris.

Filch's particularly valued lieutenant relied on it to fight back and forth with those cunning students.

"You better get out of here!"

"Filch has a cold and has been in an extremely bad mood recently. Some third-year students accidentally smeared frog brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement. He rinsed it all morning."

"If I see you dripping mud and water everywhere..."

"I think we have to leave quickly." Decorah looked at Harry and said. Just as the two were about to run away, there was the sound of running around the corner.

Followed by.

Filch gasped and rushed over like crazy. He had a thick plaid scarf tied around his head and his nose was abnormally red.

"dirty stuff!!!"

He pointed angrily at the mud dripping from Decorah and Harry's Quidditch robes.

"There's dirt everywhere!"

"What a mess!"

"I've had enough! Brot! Malfoy!!"

"Especially you, Decorah Malfoy! Why are you in the corridors of Gryffindor Castle?"

"Absolutely lawless!"

"You two come with me!!"

Decorah and Harry followed helplessly.

before going.

Not forgetting to say goodbye to Nearly Headless Nick.

Filch's office was windowless, dark and dirty, with only an oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.

The air is filled with the smell of frying fish.

There are many wooden filing cabinets placed on the surrounding walls.

It can be seen from the mark that this cabinet contains detailed information on every student Filch has punished.

Fred and George's already took up a whole drawer.

On the wall behind Filch's desk hung a set of shiny hinges, handcuffs, and shackles.

In fact, everyone knows that Filch often asked Dumbledore to allow him to hang students by their ankles and hang them upside down from the ceiling.

Filch ignored the two people looking around.

Instead, he looked for the parchment angrily.

"Disgusting! Big sizzling slugs! Frog brains...mouse intestines..."

"You must kill the chicken to show the monkey!"

"Where's the form..."

"Oh, here it is!"

He found a large piece of parchment, spread it on the table, dipped his quill in ink, and muttered angrily to himself as he wrote.

"Name...Harry Potter! Decorah Malfoy!"

"offense…"

"Isn't it just a little mud?"

Decorah walked over and watched Filch angrily writing the crimes they had committed on the parchment.

"Yeah, it's just a little bit of mud..." Harry also walked over, wondering if Filch was mad, and they would be punished for this.

"It's just a bit of mud to you, but it takes an hour to clean up for me!"

Filch wiped the runny nose.

He stared at the two men and said fiercely: "Crime, defiling the castle!"

"As for the punishment suggestions..."

At this moment, a loud noise came from the ceiling of the office, causing the oil lamp to rattle.

"Peeves!!!"

"It's crazy!"

"How dare you come out! We must catch it!"

"what!!!"

Filch yelled, then dropped his quill and ran out of the office.

"He's not in a good mental state."

Decorah patted his clothes, and the muddy water on them instantly splashed onto the parchment on the table.

"I thought he was going to fire us."

"This momentum could throw us out of Hogwarts." Harry was frightened just now, because Filch's momentum gave him the feeling that he would be expelled.

"You think too much."

Decorah picked up the purple bulging envelope on the table and read it.

"I thought you should take a look too."

Glancing at the pile of parchment inside, Decorah raised her eyebrows and motioned for Harry to come over and take a look.

Harry hurriedly walked over and looked down.

"Why does Filch want to learn the quick spelling tutorial?"

"Isn't he a regular wizard?"

Seeing the words and meaning above, Harry exclaimed, somewhat in disbelief.

Because what is written above is a quick tutorial on chanting mantras.