HP: Slytherin disguise

The rain is getting heavier.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense until the Golden Snitch feinted and flew towards Harry's head, trying to escape.

Just at this time.

Harry suddenly gave up holding the broomstick and instead clamped the broomstick between his legs, and then made an action that caught everyone by surprise.

He actually raised his hands and leaned back suddenly to grab the Golden Snitch.

There were exclamations.

Almost instantly, Harry lost control of his broomstick.

The whole person held the golden snitch and fell downwards.

"Harry!!"

Decorah looked confused, reacted and shouted, then rushed over on his broomstick.

Watching Harry get closer to the ground.

Everyone has already lit white candles in their hearts for Harry.

Falling from such a high place.

If you don't fall to death, you won't be able to tolerate this height.

Harry's mind went blank as he looked at the ground getting closer.

He was really impulsive just now and dared to let go of the handle of the broomstick to catch the Golden Snitch.

But for a semester of free courses, he was indeed foolish.

"idiot!"

He suddenly heard Decorah's whispered curse.

Then the whole person was knocked down, and the center of gravity of falling from high altitude eased.

Harry felt himself being hugged, and when he reacted, he saw Decorah hugging him with a speechless and contemptuous expression on his face, and then the two of them fell into the mud.

Just now, Decorah was really afraid that Harry would fall to death.

So he rode his broomstick and crashed into it to relieve the gravity, and at the same time abandoned the out-of-control broomstick and fell together.

The whistle sounded.

The whole place erupted into shouts.

Wood and Flint rushed over with their team members.

"What are you doing?"

"Qikai, how long do you want to hold me down?"

Decorah took it all.

Lying on the muddy grass, my body ached from the shock.

On the other hand, Harry, who used him as a meat pad, was lying on top of him, looking at him blankly.

"Get off!!!"

Flint arrived and roughly lifted Harry up from Decorah's body, then pushed him away.

"Harry..."

Wood and George were busy supporting Harry who was about to be pushed down.

Harry looked down at the Golden Snitch in his hand, and then looked at Decorah, who was being hugged by a princess from Flint.

In the arms of the burly Flint, Decorah was like a porcelain doll that would break when dropped.

Flint hugged Decorah and left quickly with the team members.

"Harry...?"

He looked at Harry who was holding the Golden Snitch but was dejected.

Everyone knows why he is like this.

At last.

Madam Hooch declared Gryffindor the winner.

Teachers and students also left one after another.

Left the field.

The rain was still falling, but Harry couldn't be happier.

Wood patted Harry on the shoulder and left the field with several players.

"Harry! Are you okay?"

Hermione and Ron ran over, panting to see if Harry was injured.

"I'm fine...but..." Harry's voice was extremely dull.

After looking at each other, Hermione touched Ron with her arm, and Ron said hurriedly: "It's okay!"

"You caught the Golden Snitch. You should be happy that Gryffindor won the game!"

"Now is not the time to feel guilty!"

"We have to go see how Decorah is doing!"

"Cheer up, okay? Harry!"

Ron's voice was filled with anger and hatred.

Hermione chimed in.

Anyway, everyone has already fallen trying to save you, so it’s useless for you to be downcast. The plan for now is to see how Decorah is doing.

"You're right!" Harry's eyes lit up.

Then he rushed into the Hogwarts castle.

He was going to see if Decorah was injured in the fall!

"It's faster than riding a broomstick! I wish someone had done this to me if I got hurt!"

Seeing Harry's astonishing speed, Ron opened his mouth wide.

"You'd better not get hurt." Hermione glanced at him with disgust, then ran towards the castle.

"what?"

"Oh! Wait for me!"

Ron yelled and ran after him.

Infirmary.

Decorah, who was half lying on the hospital bed, was looking at the storybook in his hand.

Even though it's a Muggle thing.

But it does look interesting.

The corridor outside the infirmary was already crowded with first-year students, who stretched their heads to see how Decorah was doing.

Madam Pomfrey was really annoyed at being forced to leave the infirmary and started chasing people away.

"Even if you don't say anything, you can't block the corridor in front of the infirmary. You've already blocked the road!"

"Go back quickly!!"

Seeing that Madam Pomfrey was angry, these students reluctantly left the corridor.

Not even if you want to stay for a while.

Because Madam Pomfrey stood at the door of the infirmary, hands on hips, glaring at everyone who tried to stay.

When Harry ran over panting.

He happened to catch Madam Pomfrey's eyes.

When Hermione and Ron caught up, they saw Harry confronting Madam Pomfrey.

"Although you are Decorah's friends, you can't go in!"

"This is the infirmary, it must be kept quiet and cool!"

"You guys should leave quickly!"

Madam Pomfrey said without mercy.

Then he turned and entered the infirmary.

"what should we do?"

Ron looked annoyed, they couldn't even see Decorah now.

"How about we wait until Decorah is discharged from the hospital and then look for him. I don't want you to sneak in and it will be very miserable if you are discovered."

Hermione was afraid that the two of them might have some bad ideas and sneak in secretly.

Then give up their thoughts in advance.

Harry stood for a while, then turned around and left, clenching his fists as if firming up something.

Looking at Harry's back as he left resolutely.

Ron and Hermione came together and looked at each other in shock.

"He he he he he..."

"Just leave like that?"

"its not right!"

Ron felt something was wrong, and he thought it was too strange.

Even Hermione frowned in confusion.

How could Harry leave so easily? Although it's true that you can't get in.

But soon, they knew what Harry was doing.

When the two of them helped the limping Harry into the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey was dumbfounded.

"you…"

"He is..."

"Just now…"

"Weren't you fine just now?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief. This person was alive and kicking just now, why was he injured now?

Hermione and Ron had complicated expressions on their faces.

Who would have thought that Harry would deliberately fall down the stairs just to lie down in the infirmary.

soon.

Decorah then had a patient, and right next to him was Harry with a silly smile on his face.

With his eyes wide open, Decorah looked confused and doubtful about life.

"I fell like this to save you!"

Decorah pointed at his right leg and screamed angrily: "Since you deliberately threw yourself like that just to get in?!"

Pointing at Harry's left leg, Decorah was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

In order to save Harry, he broke his right leg.

Harry broke his left leg in order to see him.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Decorah was so angry that she picked up the pillow with her hand and threw it at the clinical Harry.