HP: Slytherin disguise

Night falls.

All the students stayed in the dormitory, guarding their prepared luggage.

Decorah walked down the dark corridor.

His crisp footsteps echoed around.

Arriving at the door of Lockhart's office, he turned around and saw Harry and Ron arriving at the same time.

Ron was the most eager.

The three of them stood outside the door and could clearly hear the sound of crashes and hurried footsteps coming from inside.

"Maybe he's packing."

Decorah smiled, raised her hand and knocked on the office door.

The movement inside suddenly stopped.

After a while, the door opened a small crack.

You can see that one eye is peeking at them outside.

"Hi Professor Lockhart."

With a smile on her face, Decorah opened the door and walked in directly.

The door hit Lockhart squarely in the forehead, but he had no time to dwell on it.

He turned around and went to pack his things.

"If you have anything to say, tell me!"

Harry and Ron followed into the office, and then froze in place.

Because Lockhart's office is almost empty.

Two large suitcases lay open on the floor.

It contains neatly folded clothes, most of which are in bright colors. Even books are stuffed inside, as well as pictures that were originally hung on the wall.

It was obvious to get out of here.

"Are you going somewhere?"

Harry asked, pushing up his glasses.

"Yes...yes!"

"I received an emergency notice and had to hide..."

Lockhart hurriedly rolled up the real-life poster of himself that was posted on the wall and put it into his suitcase.

"What about my sister?!" Ron was extremely anxious, his eyes slightly red.

"Oh, that's unfortunate..."

"Unfortunately…"

Lockhart ignored them and continued to pack his luggage.

"You're the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

"You can't leave, there are monsters here!"

Harry was a little angry and his face turned red. Maybe he didn't expect Lockhart, who was being sought after by the outside world, to be ready to run away.

"This...how do I put it...I just started serving...it didn't include..."

"I did not expect…"

Lockhart said something vaguely.

"Are you going to run away?" Harry and Ron looked in disbelief.

"Isn't it written in your book that you are great? How amazing you are..."

"Books can be deceiving!"

Lockhart said indifferently, and then began to explain his appearance. If a hero is ugly, no one will read it in the newspaper...

A lot was said.

Harry seemed to understand what he meant.

"So you credit other people's heroic deeds to your own name?!!"

"Don't say that. In fact, it's very difficult for me. I need to track down these people, find out their deeds, cast a forgetting spell on them, and then..."

"You also need to know my hard work!"

"These are all earned through my hard work!"

"By the way, I forgot one thing. Sorry, children, I have to cast a forgetting spell on you..."

Lockhart turned with his wand.

next second.

Three wands were pointed at him.

"Except your weapons!"

Harry yelled, and Lockhart was knocked back and fell against the suitcase, and his wand was knocked to the ground.

Ron stepped forward, picked up the wand, and threw it out of the window.

"What do you want me to do? I don't even know where the secret room is..."

Lockhart looked haggard and frightened.

"You're lucky, we know exactly where the secret room is and what the monster is."

"Let's go!"

Harry pointed his wand at Lockhart, threatening him to get up.

"Take it easy, Professor Lockhart!"

Decorah smiled and pushed Lockhart out.

The three of them pressed Lockhart to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Lockhart, who was walking in front, was shivering.

Upon entering, you can see Moaning Myrtle sitting on the toilet bowl.

I saw a few people arriving.

She said with a sad look on her face: "What do you want when you come here?"

"I want to ask you how you died."

"is it?"

Moaning Myrtle looked surprised. No one had ever asked this question, which made her feel honored.

"It was so scary. I was teased for wearing glasses and looked like a four-eyed dog. So I secretly ran to the bathroom to cry. Then I heard someone outside. They were speaking strangely, as if they were speaking another language. Since there was a boy's voice among them , I was very angry, so I walked out of the single room and scolded him to go back to his men's bathroom, and then I died..."

"Then how did you die?"

"I don't know, I just saw a pair of big yellow eyes..."

"Where did you see that?"

"Probably somewhere..."

Several people walked over and came to the pool to check.

Lockhart hid aside in fear.

He raised his hand and wiped the side of a faucet, revealing a small snake-shaped sculpture.

"No water ever comes out of this tap!" interposed Moaning Myrtle.

But no one paid any attention to him.

"Harry, you said 'open' in a snake's voice"

Decorah turned her head and looked at Harry.

Harry originally wanted to resist, but saw that it was Decorah who said it.

He nodded.

He opened his mouth and said the word "open" in a snake's voice.

Followed by.

The faucet emits a dazzling white light, then spins rapidly. Then, the pool disappears, and a thick water pipe that can accommodate one person appears.

"Looks like we have to go in from here."

Decorah stepped forward and glanced at the huge dark water pipe.

"We have to go in, even if there is little hope..." Ron said, about to climb in.

This startled Decorah.

He raised his hand and directly pulled the stupid Ron back.

"No need to stop me!"

Ron thought Decorah wouldn't let him in, so he tried to break free from Decorah's hand.

"idiot!"

Decorah was annoyed and kicked the emotional Ron to the ground.

Ron fell to the ground, his whole face twitching in pain.

Only then did he wake up.

"You! Get down!"

Decorah ignored Ron and looked directly at Lockhart, who wanted to leave quietly.

"Huh? I guess...I'm not needed here anymore..."

"Should I go first?"

Lockhart was startled, his face full of panic, and he waved his hands wildly.

"Go down!"

"You go down first, dear Professor Lockhart!"

"Do you have the heart to let us go down first?"

Looking at the three wands pointed at him, Lockhart swallowed his saliva and walked to the water pipe with a sad face.

He turned around and wanted to say something.

Then he noticed that the expressions of the three of them were becoming more and more impatient.

Eventually he could only put his legs into the tube.

Then he slipped in and disappeared in an instant.

"bring it on!"

Decorah pulled Ron over, who was suddenly frightened, and invited him in with a smile.

"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid!"

Harry and Decorah looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

Ron's face turned red instantly.

He shouted loudly, and then carefully got into the pipe. After hesitating for a while, he let go and disappeared.

"I guarantee it's going to be bad down there!"

"Absolutely dirty!"

After finishing speaking, Decorah jumped in.

In the pipe, Decorah smelled a disgusting fishy smell, and even the pipe under him felt sticky, as if there was some liquid.

He quickly put his hands on his chest, afraid of touching the liquid.

Even his head was raised to ensure that it would not touch the pipe.

The pipeline goes all the way down, twisting and turning, and you can also look at other pipelines during the process.

But it's not as thick as this one.